Ancient Acquisitions and Antagonist Annihilation [GA Domininon of Ord Vaug]

[EmKay]

ORD VAUG ​

WOOKIEEPEDIA LINK​

OBJECTIVES

Spoiler

1. RECOVERING THE PAST
   There has been word that preliminary scans of the world have revealed a potentially valuable Old Imperial cache deep in the ruins of one of the world's prisons. It is overgrown and likely host to many native life forms, or worse. Use caution and bring back anything valuable to the Alliance.
   
   Spoiler

   [OOC: It's an adventure. Think Indiana Jones or Tomb Raider in theme. You're treasure hunting, and resource scavenging. Have fun with it, and keep it interesting!]
2. DISPENSING JUSTICE
   Pirates have, as they've done with most worlds in the Outer Rim, set up a base on the world. Intercepted communications reveal that these pirates have been attempting to coordinate with the First Order to eliminate the Alliance presence. Their existence is not to be tolerated.
   
   Spoiler

   [OOC: More-or-less a rather forced combat objective. Kill pirates. Yo-ho. If you want to make things a little more off-the-beaten-path, try finding any correspondence between these pirates and our Imperial buddies. Plot.]
3. BRING YOUR OWN
   There is plenty of opportunity on Ord Vaug for an open Dominion. The two biggest plotlines are above, but this is an Ordinance World. There is surely plenty to be found here, anywhere on its surface or in its ruins. If you have tech that needs development, or are on the hunt for some kind of artifacts, this would be a good place for that kind of operation.
   

OBJECTIVE: 1
LOCATION: HANGAR, ANS LIBERATOR, ORBIT
ENEMIES: -
ALLIES: THE GALACTIC ALLIANCE
[1/20]

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The Star Destroyer slid out of hyperspace, scanners already on alert, just ahead of the rest of the Alliance Fleet. There was talk of First Order-aligned pirates here, and since the warship's primary directive was anti-piracy, it was a place ripe for the picking. The mixed-role ship loomed dangerously above the world, its conical dagger shape sliding ever closer to the dark side of the world below. It was ready for either defences or enemy craft. Surprisingly, neither of those seemed active. Old Omega Pyre Defence Stations were floating around, but were currently inactive with life signs within. There were no ships, yet, but there would undoubtedly be some in the near future, especially when those stations detected the Alliance presence.

Within that ship was Tachon Zur-Ksi. He was preparing himself and his Night Avril for the mission. Right now, his objective was to make it planet-side and regroup with any who rose to meet the call of the treasure hunt. The hunt would take place on the night side of Ord Vaug, where scouting scans had shown the existence of a potential Galactic Imperial cache. It was a long shot for a reward. It had been over eight hundred years since the Galactic Empire was at its prime. Even so, the Galactic Alliance needed every bit of aid it could get in its war against the Dark Side, and leads as interesting as this warranted investigation.

The Iridonian finished preparing himself. He was suited up in a light duraplast armour, outfitted only in vital plate pieces that protected sensitive areas. The raw metal was strapped over a rather typical spacer suit, cut for a little more room. Dispersed on his person were an assortment of tools, a multi-function blaster with grappling hook, a combat knife, and a durasteel kukri. To his side, on the floor, was a full helmet with a few gizmos installed. He was hopefully prepared enough for whatever may lie in those subterranean ruins. Finally ready, he strapped himself into the pilot's seat and fired up the engines.

Time to get busy.

 

[GhostOfProtocol]

Objective: 1
Location: Quarters - ANS Liberator
Enemies: N/A
Allies: The Galactic Alliance.

He sat, eyes flashing, cross legged on a small mat. He felt his Sasori robes touching his blue skin, breathable robes for what he was planning. He was going to be joining a few members of the Alliance on a scavenge. It kept him out of the way of the fighting and thus he was fine with it. He shook his head, lightsaber on the utility belt next to him jingling lightly. He pushed from the floor, nodding as he did. He looked around the quarters again, the mess he had made when practising his force sprint. He was starting to get the hang of it and he almost hoped that this mission gave him a chance to practice it more, to keep practising.

He slid from his door, feeling the ship as it came from hyperspace. He felt in the force, the location of the hanger presenting itself. He gathered it was where the crew were gathering. He chuckled lightly, slowly making his way down the corridor to the elevator. He had gotten a good pick of quarters, close to an elevator but not close enough that he could hear it. A short walk and a silent night, what more could he of asked for?

He stepped into the elevator, lightsaber rattling again at his side. The Stark Contrast was his, he had forged it back in his days in the Silver Jedi. He hadn't heard much from them since he left, he doubted truthfully that any of them even realised that he had left. He had always felt like the odd one out. No-one had ever really accepted him, bothered to accept him. He shrugged, listening to the slight ding as they arrived.

The hanger bay was modern enough, full of ships taking off and preparing. He strolled over to the desk master who directed him to an old X-Wing he could borrow. It was only to fly down and back to the planet, simple enough. He wasn't a fan of flying, but he could manage a quick flight down to Ord Vaug. He chuckled, wondering what his old friend Master Whitelight would think. She would probably chide him, but he couldn't think of that.

He slid into the cockpit of the X-Wing, an old R-2 unit in the back. The droid beeped, the ship translating it. The droid had named himself. Quinn chuckled again, pulling the cockpit canopy down. He felt his hands following the force across, the ship's engine starting up. He heard the droid beep, the droid confirming that the pre flight checks had passed. As soon as they got the clear, they were good to get airborne. Or space borne, or whatever.

[member="Tachon Zur-Ksi"]

 

[RC 212]

[member="Tachon Zur-Ksi"] [member="Quinn Michaels"]

Location: The Gypsy Caravan

1/20

Ah yes space and gunfights, treasure hunts too. These were all things Vassara loved very much. She leaned back in the captains seat of the L-19 Freighter and took another sip of her stim caf. The warm nutty aroma wafted through the steel grey box of the cockpit and her piercing blue eyes filtered out the chaos from the normal on her dashboard.

Beside her sat a rucksack, packed with her salvage and exploration gear. On her back a rather large tri barrelled shotgun. Simple coat and trousers of black with red trim and two lightsabers on her belt. She'd been away for a bit, in the otherspace. But now she was back and the wild captain was ready to smash some pirates and loot some caves.

"Captain Raxis checking in. Ready when you are ladies and gentlmen."

 

[GhostOfProtocol]

Objective: 3
Location: Hanger - ANS Liberator
Enemies: N/A
Allies: The Galactic Alliance.
Posts: 2/20 [Quinn Michaels - Alt]

She felt at home in the cockpit. She felt the familiar buttons across her cool skin. She saw, she heard her familiar R-4 unit in the back. Sparky had been a great friend and she was sure he would continue to be her best friend. She felt the cool flight helmet across her face, chuckling lightly. She loved her X-Wing, granted it was one she had sort of stolen from the Alliance. Ah well, they wouldn't miss it anyway.

She chuckled again, pulling her black flight gloves up over her long fingers. She was a freedom fighter, she remembered that. She felt the canopy slide over her head, Sparky giving a faint whistle from behind. She eyed the little translator built into the cockpit, nodding. Sparky had made a good point of how quiet this would be. She was going to be providing basic air support where she was needed, but for the most part she hoped for a quiet trip.

She chuckled, giving her little friend a reply. The deck officer strolled over, waving her from the hanger. She felt her engines burn, slowly leaving the deck. She flipped the little leaver, raising the landing gear from below her. She felt her fighter leave the hanger, nodding. She listened to the little droid, shaking her head. "No need to lock in S-Foils, won't be in enough dogfights I don't think" she told him, chuckling.

[member="Vassara Raxis"]
[member="Tachon Zur-Ksi"]

 

[Brooke Waters]

1/20
BYOO - Dream chasing

As Token had been adventuring around the galaxy, using her newfound income to not actually have to work, and instead chase some weird dreams of hers, she was finding more than one way to be useful. And today? She was trying to get near the Galactic Alliance, and set up some listening devices. It really wasn’t her idea, but as a business owner, and a casino owner at that, she could pretty much go where she wanted to, without too many questions. And Ord Vaug was next up.

Really, it was pretty simple. Land her ship, and let the droids do their work, while she did her own thing. And it was pretty simple. She took her craft and landed it, making sure that the droids were aware of the fact she had arrived. Theoretically, she could leave now, and be done with it, but the ordinance world was calling to her.

She wasn’t rightly sure why, but the blonde took a few moments to clean up and get ready. The world was a rainforest, and the blonde was of the Blue Coral Diver witch clan of Dathomir. Sure, a Corellian by birth, but Dathomir as she finally found a place to call home, between the world of the witches and the Techno Union, Token was doing alright. Still, brown eyes looked at herself in the mirror. Hair up under a light tan cap, and a jacket of the similar color over her tanktop. Then sneakers and denim pants filled out her outfit. Purple saber on her hip, she was ready.

Right?

Right.

 

[Sinistra]

Objective: 1
Location:
Enemies: [member="Chevu Visz"] / [member="Coren Starchaser"]
Allies: The Dark Side and probably [member="Xavka Duquo"].
Gear:

Spoiler

Silver and red bladed sabers.

[1/20]

Treasure hunting could have its perks. Sinistra wasn't certain there would be any on this little venture, but nothing ventured, nothing gained. She had been out here in the Western Reaches for a while now. The Core was too danged hot, too danged crowded and just too much altogether. The place was diplomats crawling over diplomats and while there was a certain side to her grand game that could be found there, every agency had sent in operatives en masse. It was a nightmare of counterintelligence. One she didn't fancy getting involved in.

She had decided that while the Sith looked one way, she was going to look another. Quietly. Alone if she could help it. The One Sith leaders really weren't looking at minor operations right now but they didn't seem to mind if she footed the bill for a crowd of mercs and hit stuff out here in the Reaches.

First a rebel base on Halm.

Today, an old Imperial prison cache. Of course if she found anything juicy, it wasn't going to find its way back to the One Sith. Not Imperial relics. She had just the recipients in mind, greasing the wheels of the Imperium in her favor early and often was going to keep them on track. So anything she found would be ceremoniously gifted to Decimus and Joran.

Today was a rare treat, though. There was no IIB uniform, just her Sith inquisitor armor, the anonymity of a hooded mask and the trek into the ruins to salvage what she could with an impressionable student from the One Sith temple that she had trained in illusions. Sinistra wondered if he had been practicing. She had no need to dampen her presence today, to wrap herself in stealth. She called the darkness to her like a comfortable old cloak, well worn and inviting as she moved among the crumbling structure, the sun beating down on the black hood and shoulders. The light glinted off her saber hilts on her belts and the trim of her armor.

 

[Coren Starchaser]

2/20
Objective One
Allies: [member="Chevu Visz"]
Enemies: [member="Kira Corsai"] [member="Xavka Duquo"] (maybe)

It didn’t take long for Coren and Chevu to make it to the next location of the Alliance’s Manifest Destiny of Freedom. Ord Vaug was one of those Ordinance/Regional Depot worlds the Old Republic had used, and apparently, was a jump-off point of the Jedi Service Corps at one point. Very interesting, as Coren was part of the new-age Frontiers Corps. His ship, recently out of drydock, with a new ventral turret, a dual cannon Maser Turret, compliments of the Chiss people, but today it wasn’t the ship that was his focus.

The world had a few things that were of importance to him, and the Alliance as a whole. There were Imperial toys in one of the old prisons. And that was where he and his student were going to get to today. Sure, he could’ve sent someone else to do it, but he felt that it was going to be one of those trips he needed to be on. And who knew, maybe they’d learn something.

The shuttle was on the roof of the building, and it felt like it was solid enough. Stepping to the door, he looked to his student. Wearing his light Starhawk Armor, the basic cortosis weave armor, he nodded. “I’ll take the traps, if there are any, you watch my back?” He smirked as he started getting to work on the door.

 

[Chevu Visz]

Objective: 1
Allies: [member="Coren Starchaser"]
Enemies: [member="Kira Corsai"] [member="Xavka Duquo"]
Gear: Armor, Lightsaber, Zeison Sha Discblades, BTI-WB "Woebringer" Heavy Blaster Pistol
1/20

Ord Vaug an Ordnance/Regional Depot world, while not tainted with evil, still had a disturbing aura to it. It was almost if a patina of desperation from ages past had stained the tropical land. As Chevu walked through the rain forest with Coren, chopping through the underbrush with a Force-imbued machete, the Mirialan wondered just how many had died in captivity on the former prison world of the Galactic Empire and how heavy the unrest of their souls weighed on the atmosphere of the planet. Still, in time, and in the hands of the Galactic Alliance, the world could be revitalized and serve not just as a mere military outpost with a place for people pens. Ord Vaug could be so much more. It would take time, decades even, but housing and commercial districts could be built. Arts and culture could flourish. The Alliance could give the planet a hope it never knew it had.

Today was less about those loftier goals. Today the Alliance was scouting and scavenging, and Chevu was providing backup for her Master. What might they find in a ruined Imperial prison besides some dusty old stormtrooper masks? Weapons? Artifacts? Weird tech? Perhaps something that she could imbue with the Force to give it usefulness? That would do.

"You got it, Commander," she said, grinning at him, then hastily turning her gaze to the rain forest.

When on duty, the Mirialan was generally laser-focused on her tasks, but every now and then she caught herself admiring Coren's disarming smile.

 

[Sinistra]

Objective: 1
Location: Arriving at the prison proper
Enemies: [member="Chevu Visz"] / [member="Coren Starchaser"]
Allies: The Dark Side and [member="Xavka Duquo"].
Gear:

Spoiler

Silver and red bladed sabers.

Post: 2/20

Nothing ruins a good jaunt through some historic remains like coming up on a pair of lightsiders. Lord Sinistra could feel a niggling tug at her senses before she could see the pair but as she peered around the corner of the edifice, she got her first good luck at them. Old intel put this place as deserted and unlikely to draw attention.

The red lenses of her HUD glowed out from the mask as she took a centering breath, her consciousness fully opened to the ebb and flow of the Force through her. Surely the overwhelming feeling that they were not alone would alert them to her location but she used the moment to gather herself and mount an attack.

She spun out from the corner to reveal herself to the pair, her black gloved fingers spread as arcs of crimson lightning burst forth at them. The petite Sith Lord preferred to shoot first and ask questions later.

 

[EmKay]

OBJECTIVE: 1
LOCATION: RENDEZVOUS ZONE
ENEMIES: -
ALLIES: [member="Coren Starchaser"](?) ; [member="Chevu Visz"](?) ; [member="Vassara Raxis"](?) ; [member="Quinn Michaels"](?)
[2/20]

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The Night Avril's form moved out of the ANS Liberator's hangar and tucked itself down toward the surface of Ord Vaug. Around the little ship, other vessels of the Alliance Navy showed themselves from the enveloping swirls of hyperspace. The stations switched to activity, then, and the small Firespray entered the atmosphere just in time. The ship fluttered out of range of the Omega Pyre machinations and the starships were left to deal with that mess.

Tachon swung his vessel down, lights blazing forward to illuminate his view of the ground. The ship's engines whined through the sky, then the thrumming wub wub wub of repulsors replaced that. The ship swiveled and landed on its back in the middle of a clearing, not far from the entrance to the previously-surveyed ruins. The hatch of the Firespray hissed open and Tachon exited, securing his helmet over his head and touching a button to activate the heads-up display. He looked around, infra-red active, to see plenty of life signs. He listened, and the many noises verified that this was a very alive jungle. Then he looked up to the sky. He would wait a short while for others to arrive before proceeding with the objective.

 

[Coren Starchaser]

3/20
Objective 1
Allies: [member="Chevu Visz"]
Enemies: [member="Kira Corsai"] and [member="Xavka Duquo"]
Gear:

Spoiler

Starhawk Armor
Power Nine Blaster
Orange bladed lightsaber

As a scoundrel type, Coren was supposed to be great at breaking into places. As a Force user, he took the hit there and typically relied on either his ex [member="Spark Finn"], or his droid, Porter. But with the trip to get to the prison, he left the droid on the ship. A few things needed to be recalibrated anyway, and while Porter was no Garrus Vakarian, well, he’d do fine.

The door was being a bit of a pain and he shook his head, looking at his student quickly. The pilot was doing his best lately to practice on-the-ground situational awareness. Coren was a pilot, so everything else was his weak point, but he was a Force user, and one of the Commanders of the GADF.

He could hear the presence behind them, the one that must have a terrible life, if they’re identifying Coren Starchaser very quickly as a light sider. Had no one seen what he did to the slavers? Or really anyone that gets on his bad side? The crackle of energy, that was what made Coren pull the Force around him, in that security blanket known as tutaminis. Without even having a chance to pull his pistol, he shouted “Down!” as he turned to face the origin.

 

[Audren Sykes]

OBJECTIVE: 2
LOCATION: Ord Vaug, Pirate Base
ENEMIES: Pirates
ALLIES: GA
POST: 1/20

The Galactic Alliance was moving on Ord Vaug. It was the other side of their 'cloud' to the Silver Sanctum, but as it happened Audren was already present. He'd already missed out on a few other movements with the faction, and he wasn't going to miss out on this one. The planet itself had been one of Palpatine's New Order prisons, and rumor had it that there was something valuable hidden deep inside that prison. Of course, as was so often the case with the galactic span, pirates had set up a base on the planet. That base was the Padawan's target. It would serve as a temporary base for the Alliance military - provided it wasn't too damaged in the takeover - while a more suitable base was built.

The Sephi's ship had landed about three kilometers away. One the advice of one of the GA tacticians and with the help of the Sanctum astromech droid, the vessel had slipped in out of visual range of the base and used basic terrain-following piloting to close. Audren had hiked the rest of the way, a refreshing walk. Clad in the Alliance's VT Vanguard armor and armed with a few guns and blades, he approached the base's side. He'd briefly toyed with the idea of stomping right up to the front door and moving from front to back, but deemed the risk unnecessary. He'd slip in through a window - making an opening if need be - and neutralize the control area, then sweep through the place. The front door would be left for last, the guards that were no doubt stationed outside clueless until they were brought down.

There were no open windows on this side of the base, which was unfortunate. Using the Force however, he managed to find an unoccupied room, then used his vibroknife - unpowered this time - to force a window open. In hindsight he probably could have used telekinesis to open the window without forcing the seal and prying it, but he could try that next time. The room had a datapad, one that was miraculously unlocked and had a map of the location. Not that he saw it, with the slovenly manner of the room. Clothing was scattered everywhere, weapons were partially assembled on most flat surfaces, and dust coated the areas not already covered. And they thought him a bad housekeeper. The Sephi chose a large enough overcoat - one of several, but the one that smelled the least mildewy - to cover the armor suit and his weapons, then headed out into the base proper.

 

[Harmon Taldan]

Objective: 3 sliding towards 1

Location: Planetside
Enemies: Darkies, Darthies
Allies: The Galactic Alliance
[1/20]

Slowly, Harm came to beneath the canopy of a forest he didn't know the name of, suspended by the harness of his emergency atmospheric acceleration arrester, what normal people called a parachute. It, as with his now former ride, had been surplus goods he'd purchased when he was tired of transport hoping. If he ever got the chance he'd have to review them both positively and negatively. The parachute had worked beautifully, so far as harm knew. He was alive, he felt no broken bones, and, indeed, the only discomfort he felt came from having the leg straps a little too loose. The small personal transport, on the other hand, had given him problems from the first jump. Oh, he'd tried to fix it himself, but innevitably he had to try to crash land it on this planet, one of the many Ord planets, resulting in his ability to just hang around in the local flora.

That was enough time spent mulling over the past and future, he needed to live in the present. Harm took a quick stock of his surroundings. His ship was nose first in the side of a hill a small distance away, he'd have to find his ground gear if it survived. He pulled the knife he carried from its sheath and began to cut away at the cords holding him up in the tree. At the last one he swung out, then cut it, giving himself some momentum to turn into a roll, which he did as he hit the ground. He came to an abrupt stop against another tree, but only suffered a few scrapes. He got up, brushed off, then picked up and sheathed the knife. He oriented himself towards the wreckage of his ship and set off.

At the ship, Harm found the secure box with his ground equipment. A once over of the equipment showed that he was down to his medium armor, that was fine for a survival scenario, his pair of revolvers with a couple extra reloads, an emergency med kit, and his disruptor rifle with a couple extra reloads. He'd had more, though nothing that couldn't be replaced with some work. He quickly changed out of the flight suit, into the armor, and holstered the revolvers and knife, stowed the med kit to the attachment points at the small of his back, and shouldered the rifle. He moved off into the undergrowth a bit, not worrying about leaving a trail at the moment. Anything attracted to the crash would likely know the terrain better, or try to salvage the wreck. Either way, he knew his land stealth skills wouldn't mean much, his training had focused more on piloting and ground combat.

For the first hour after leaving his ruined ship, he travelled in a zig-zagging pattern across a generally northwestern bearing, picked entirely arbitrarily. At the end of the first hour, he was a bit tired, so he stopped for a rest. Wherever he was, it didn't seem to be getting any lighter out. He didn't have holonet access here, nor did he know much about the specific Ord planet he was on, but it either had to have a very long rotational period, or have a rotational period that left one side perpetually dark. Either way, that didn't make the situation better. Survival training usually placed a higher rate of survival during the diurnal portion of a typical planets cycle. Heck, he didn't even know if this planet was populated, he'd been a bit busy on landing.

Harm was about to lay down for a quick rest, having scaled into a tree for both comfort and some (possible) protection, when he felt a sharp spike of discomfort. The medics in the Corps had said he was sensitive to the force, but they'd had no way to train him. However, he'd felt things in the force for as long as he could remember. For the most part, he left those things filtered out of his conscious perceptions due to lack of knowledge. This one, however, couldn't be the normal ebb and flow of the force on the planet, he'd felt similar things around other force-users when they employed their power, but this was both more powerful and more violent a feeling than he'd ever felt before. On instinct, he had the disruptor rifle up, the butt pressed firmly to his shoulder, his cheek resting lightly as he peered for the source of the disturbance. He saw nothing, but he had a bearing on where it was. Force-use usually meant people, which could be a way off the planet for him. He'd have to search it out. He dropped from the tree and slowly made his way towards it.

 

[Nubica Felidae]

[Post=1/20]​

Ord Vaug was a bland planet of average size, with average gravity, and an average atmosphere. Its topography showed the usual landscape variations — mountains, forests, and swamps. Skeins of clouds embroidered white patterns in the sky below. However, for orbital convenience and launching manoeuvres, much of the equatorial band across the continents had been settled and converted into spaceports that boasted large docking bays and no-questions-asked cargo-handling policies.

Nubica used the controls of the Corvette to alter her vector and plow into the atmosphere at a shallow angle. While she descended, she located a landing beacon from the docking bay at which the GA had reserved a bay. She programmed in her landing coordinates.

The atmosphere shone blue on the equator as she dove closer to the surface. She watched the silver-white belt of development that girdled the world resolve itself into a bustling metropolis filled with blocky prefab buildings, large flat rooftops, and countless balconies that extended out far enough for small private craft to launch secretly in the dead of night.

She’d heard most of the buildings don't have addresses. On this planet, if you don't know where you are and where you're going, then you don't belong there.

But then people didn't come just to hang around. The planet's mainly for passing through, a place to pick up cargo or get a new assignment.

She gripped the controls in preparation for landing the big Corellian ship. Gusty winds swirled around the tall blocky building in the centre of her scope. Far below, red, blue, and green ground cars crawled along; illuminated skimmers soared between the buildings in skyward alleys.

And she brought the ship down toward the big flat rooftop outside the landing bay.

As she approached, running lights illuminated a rectangular slit that yawned open, wide and dark. And so she slipped through this narrow hole that, from this height, looked barely a metre wider than the ship's hull. Her fingers danced across the repulsor engine controls and she saw a broad docking bay where a group of people stood waiting to greet her. Amber lights flashed, and someone holding bright laser torches directed the ship to its landing place.

With a final hiss, the landing pads touched down on the deck plates.

As she unbuckled her crash restraints and stood up to head for the landing ramp, she muttered aloud, "Wonder who's in my welcoming committee."

 

[GhostOfProtocol]

Objective: 1
Location: Objective One rendezvous point
Enemies: [member="Kira Corsai"]

Spoiler

If you are up for that?

Allies: The Galactic Alliance - [member="Coren Starchaser"] [member="Chevu Visz"]

Spoiler

Again, if you are up for that?

Posts: 3/20 [Alicia Frost - Alt]

He felt the X-Wing leave the hanger, space seeming empty around him. It was almost calm, peaceful around him. He felt the lightsaber at his side, nodding polity to himself. He pitched the ship down towards the rendezvous point, his mind following the force. He knew where he was going, he just wasn't sure if he was serious about doing this.

He felt his hand breeze the controls, eyes flashing. He banked to the side lightly, eyes catching sight of a glimmer. He shook his head, the ship looming above him. He saw his ship enter the cloud cover, smirking. He pitched the ship slightly to the left, more on course. He continued feeling out in the force, continued trying to find the location.

He was ready.

 

[Marcello Matteo]

Objective 2
Location: Approaching Pirate Base
Enemies: Pirates
Allies: GA, [member="Audren Sykes"]
[1/20]

The modified N-1T shot rapidly just over the treetops of one of Ord Vaug's sprawling rain forests. His headset crackled with radio activity from Alliance forces in the area, but it was, naturally, the chirping and beeping of R8 that remained prevalent. Glancing down a the multi-function display to his right, the Jedi Master could not help but roll his eyes at the most recent statement from his loyal friend. "Yeah. I'm sure you would like to do that, but I can't see that course of action being of any benefit."

As R8 gave a reply that Marcello mostly ignored, the navigational readout on the center multi-function display indicated the nimble interceptor was reaching the pre-planned initial point. A slight tremor in the Force alerted Marcello to a...change in what he'd previously believed to be the tactical situation in the vicinity of the target. Narrowing his eyes slightly, the Jedi Ace gazed out the bubble canopy. "R8. Plot a redirect course to the staging area utilizing the emergency egress route."

R8 replied with a series of confused beeps and chirps.

"Because. I'm not landing at the primary." No sooner had the words left his lips than the Naboo native banked the spacecraft sharply to the right. Reducing the thrust to the sublight drive to slow the N-1T to maximum cornering velocity, Marcello snapped the control column back to the left to snap-roll the interceptor the other direction. Applying backward pressure, Marcello reduced thrust to the sublight drive even more as they neared the edge of a clearing...fast.

Alternating between energy-consuming maneuvers and small applications of the repulsors at low power, Marcello was able to bring the N-1T towards landing speed quickly. As he cleared the edge of the rain forest, the N-1T threatened to drop into a stall because most of the respulsorlift engines were still facing towards the horizon with the spacecraft in slight left-hand turn. In effect, the N-1T began to drop rapidly below tree-top level as it just barely cleared the tree line. Snapping the N-1T back to an upright attitude with the use of opposing repulsors, Marcello managed to complete a controlled, smooth descent in the final thirty meters to the ground.

Wasting little time, the Jedi Master opened the canopy, disconnected his headset from the avionics suite, and quickly leapt out. Adjusting his brown leather flight jacket, Marcello retrieved his datapad from a pocket as he spoke a brief command to R8. "Alright R8, shut down systems but stay alert. I'll send word when I'm ready for dustoff. Stay safe buddy."

The beeping of R8's response faded into the background as the Jedi Master's took off in the direction of the objective just over a kilometer away. His intent behind the highly aggressive landing profile was to imitate a spacecraft crashing after a loss of control. Truthfully...it was a moderate effort at best. The arrival of the Alliance in this system was not exactly a surprise at this point.

 

[RC 212]

[member="Quinn Michaels"]

Location: Orbit
Objective: Spearhead Assault on Pirate Stronghold

2/20

As Quinns X-wing dashed through the sky Vassara was close in pursuit with her teeth clenched and a wild stare in her eyes. It had been some time sine she had engaged in a gunfight, or entered a planet at this speed. G forces slammed her back into the seat and the rush of adrenaline sent a powerful tingling sensation through her system.

She performed best in Chaos, and Chaos was ultimately the plan. The Mercenaries she had brought were armoured up in black plating with red jumpsuits. They were a collection of bounty hunters, smugglers and the other likes that she had hand-picked. Each had his own weapon, heavy repeaters, grenades, carbines, whatever suited their tastes.

The complex that was ahead gave off a strange feeling in the force. Gut instinct moved her gloved hands across the holocontrols, slowing speed and descent until they were on a direct flightpath towards the half mechanical half rock square erupting from the range.

"Hookup, It might get hairy boys!" She roared through the comms over the engines.

"Quinn I might need a flyby strafing run, standby."

They were coming closer. Danger sense flared up in the force, rippling currents like a disrupted ponds surface spiralled through her consciousness. If there was a trap they would have to meet it head on, trip it and then slip into the fray...

 

[Brooke Waters]

4/20
BYOO

The droids were kind of funny, almost. Token didn’t mind droids. They served their purpose, even if they weren’t the most cuddly of things. What Token really needed was a dog, and a dog that liked the water and rainforest adventures. Then she would have something else to play with aside from enhanced droids. As much as they claimed they were lifelike, she felt like it was almost a weird way to get her rocks off.

Not that it mattered. The units that were being brought here were probe droids, ones that were here for a long term mission, to watch and listen. They were going to provide information on the Alliance for the neighboring Union. Though she wasn’t sure why.

It wasn’t like the Alliance even did anything.

She stepped outside of her ship and took a deep breath. Right, now, dreams, where were you leading her?


Meanwhile, the droids were getting out and scanning the landing zone they had found themselves in.

 

[Gabriel Sionoma]

Objective: 2
Location: Landing on planet, corresponding with local law enforcement
Enemies: Pirates, obviously
Allies: Galactic Alliance
[1/20]

A friend of a friend of a friend. He had gotten to know some of the local law enforcement on Sulon, a particular human spoke of a brother out in the expansion region. A few thousand words later, a couple of cups of caf down, and a trade was made. Well, an exchange of favors. This favor being that Gabriel would come to the aid of the local law enforcement on Ord Vaug. Particularly in helping solve the incursion of pirates into the planet. Simply routing out one stronghold wouldn't be enough. Incoming markets, trade routes, illegal hyperspace lanes. He had been reading about these things, an expert overnight. Well, not overnight, but he had his own training he was going through to assimilate into the more proactive side of justice.

Stepping out of his ship, he was met with the brother and gave him a nod. Flack vest denoting special Sulon task force, a firelance and a powerful stun pistol on thigh, lightsaber on back. The man blinked as they shook hands. "Veren told me about your issues."
"Yeah, he's a bit chatty."
"Well..." Gabriel frowned. "He was concerned. You all really should talk more."
The officer scoffed. "How much he tell you?!?"
"Well, he started to tell me about your ex wife but informed me that you would rant enough about her as is." The man stared and Gabriel smirked. "Gabriel Sionoma. Tell me about your problems. Verren more or less skimmed over it, issue with influx of pirates?"
The officer gave a smile before leading him towards the headquarters with a nod. "She did this thing with her throat when she laughed, it sounded like an Endorian Owl, dying!"

 

[Chevu Visz]

Objective: 1
Allies: [member="Coren Starchaser"] [member="Quinn Michaels"]
Enemies: [member="Kira Corsai"] [member="Xavka Duquo"]
Gear: Armor, Lightsaber, Zeison Sha Discblades, BTI-WB "Woebringer" Heavy Blaster Pistol
2/20

Chevu felt the prescence of the darksider approaching. She also heard her Master shout "down." Unfortunately both things happened too late in the game for the Mirialan Knight. The bolt of violet lightning struck the Knight right in the middle of her chest. Her body seized up. The pain was intense, like a thousand wasps were stinging her from the inside. She let out a strangled cry out and crumpled to the ground, still conscious, but partly stunned.

"Nnnnnngh!"

She turned her gaze up to Coren, who was quickly absorbing the energy, and then towards their attacker, a masked woman, presumably Sith, but Chevu wasn't sure. She couldn't stand which worried her. Thankfully her arms seemed to be in working condition. She reached down and palmed two discblades, flinging them in the direction of their unknown attacker. Unless they got embedded in the woman, the Force-imbued throwing weapons would spin out, seeking the neck of her attacker, and then return to Chevu's hands with telekinetic accuracy.