Antar the Dragon (Republic Dominion of Antar

[Vakarian]

Location: Baal Commune, Antar 4
Allies: N/A
Enemies: None
Allies: Other Republic forces
Objective: 1 -- Providing aid to those affected by the bombing
Post Count: 1


Akartin had arrived on Antar 4 via a Republic Diplomatic Transport, and the trip had been relatively smooth. As they had descended onto the planets largest city Baal Commune, he could practically feel the ripples in the force caused by all the suffering and pain. He was no empath, but one did not need to be in order to feel what these people felt. It was in the air almost as thickly as rising ash from an awakened volcano, and it was made evident through his connection with the force.

He would not have to deal with this alone, however, he had traveled with several battalions of republic soldiers particularly outfitted for medical purposes and providing aid to those affected; even though he had been through the Netherworld event, and the destruction that it brought with it, he did not expect to see it on this planet.

A thick layer of dust and debris blanketed the city in a smothering cloud that made it difficult for any who entered to breathe regularly, so he pulled a length of his robe around his face to allow him to breathe and he traversed the maze of fallen buildings and ruined vehicles to the site of the camps where people had set up after loosing their homes.

All he saw was vibrant lights of varying colors, hundreds of life forms connected through the Force. It allowed him to be lulled into a state of meditation where he was able to see the things around him, but still feeling refreshed as he prepared for what would be an arduous emotional journey through the survivors camp.

 

[Jsc]

Antar 4
Baal Commune
Obj: X. Survivors Camp. (p5)
[member="Akartin"]

___

Apprentice Rhymes exited her taxi and was quickly approached by a Republic Trooper. Sergent Pesh of the 33rd. Megan gathered her robes and walked beside him into Baal Commune.

"Sit rep."

"Nothing for it ma'am. Captain's got us helping survivors."

"Nav points?"

"Just one. Command is setting up the recovery tent in the city proper. Captain should be running all the lines through there."

"Understood. Updating my map now."

"Force be with you ma'am." The Sergent nodded and branched off. They both had new duties to preform.

___

Megan entered the recovery tent and quickly found the man in charge. Captain Williams of the 33rd. She approached the veteran with a nod.

"Apprentice Rhymes of the Delegation. I'd like to be tasked to your objective Captain."

"We'll take it. You already talked with HQ?"

"My Master commends me. Speak and it will be so."

"Very well. We're running business and transportation out of this tent, for now. Medical centers have been alerted and they still have room. So we're not a hospital yet."

"And other Jedi?"

"One. I'll link you with him. Jedi [member="Akartin"]. There. You're all set. Report in if you get something. Otherwise, good hunting."

"And you Captain. The Force protects." Megan nodded and proceeded out the back flap. Already the wounded were coming in outside.

___

Rhymes approached Jedi Akartin as he worked. She was easy to sense approaching. Even in this dusty place.

"Jedi Akartin? Apprentice Rhymes of Ossus. Captain Williams of the 33rd says I'm your support. How goes it?"

 

[Vakarian]

Location: Baal Commune, Antar 4
Allies: [member="Megan Rhymes"]
Objective: X. Providing aid to Baal Commune
Post Count: 2



"Initiate Akartin", he corrected softly over his shoulder as he tended to a wounded child; his words were spoken with relative ease and serenity despite all the destruction around him.

He paused in speech as he finished bandaging the child, before he stood and turned to the apprentice before him, "Progress is slow, but we will be all the better for it when these people are safe. The bombings have been catastrophic to the city, but it can be rebuilt. Until then, we are to help all those that need it and ease their suffering." It was clear that he enjoyed this particular line of work by his words alone. But, this assumption would be further proven true by the gentle glow of satisfaction that radiated from his own being. This was what it meant to be a Jedi in his mind - to help those that could not help themselves. To heal the pains of the physical world, and give the shattered a symbol of Hope to look to in a time that seems the darkest.

He continued on down the rows of tents as far as the eye could see, carefully skirting through the busy camps and making his way towards another tent that was filled with patients laying on cots, some conscious and others in visibly worse shape.

"Forgive me for my rudeness, Apprentice Rhymes," he paused and bowed formally to her before he stood and stepped into the tent before kneeling again and tending to an elderly person.

 

[Jsc]

Antar 4
Obj X. Unpacking Supplies. (p6)
[member="Akartin"]

Rhymes gave a nod as the Miralan went about his tending. There was nothing that needed to be said. Megan was something a xenophobe and being in the presence of a Sightless was uncomfortable. No matter how welcome his spirit. Besides. The Apprentice had no talent for healing. The sword was her trade and point. She moved to a woman nearer a bedside,

"Woman. How find you the people here? Is anything amiss with your recoveries?"

"Naught but for the medicines my lady. We have slim few remaining amongst the cloister. Though. I hear word of soldiers arriving?"

"Indeed. Pray remain. I shall fetch aught for you. These soldiers are friends to us. Thank you."

Rhymes nodded to Akartin. She could at least carry cargo. Exiting the tents with a long stride, Megan tapped her map and cycled for IFFs. No need. There were soldiers and transport further down the street. She approached with a half step and a smile,

"Sergent. A query for the 33rd. How are the supplies delivered?"

"Ah, ma'am Jedi. It's no problem. We've disembarked with light vehicles loaded with modern kits and cargo. Captain has the squads escorting the goods from street to street. Resupplies are back with the Captain and the 33rd."

"Air support?"

"Not that I know of? We've been moving people by ATV and convoy. Though, the locals have air transport. Why?"

"Ah well. Guess I'll have to requisition a vehicle then. Thank you Sergent."

"Always a pleasure ma'am. Force guide you."

___

Rhymes returned to Akartin's side with a backpack. A field kit one of the soldiers felt happy to spare. She offered it's contents to the ladies nearby.

"Will this do ma'am?"

"For a dozen, yes. But there are still others my lady."

"Of course. All in good time. Forgive my quick speed."

Megan stood up and shook her head. So many to tend for. Was this all the suffering of war? I suppose the fighting on Antar 5 would only get worse too. Rhymes understood now why the Jedi were needed. Why the expansion of the Republic was a great destiny.

"Perhaps the galaxy really does need healing after all."

She sighed and went to check up on Akartin's progress.

 

[Vakarian]

Location: Baal Commune, Antar 4
Allies: [member="Megan Rhymes"]
Objective: X. Providing aid to Baal Commune
Post Count: 3





Akartin had just finished tending to the elderly being, and now he stood again as the apprentice approached him again and made mention of the the galaxy really needing healing, to which he nodded and answered, "As long as life exists in the galaxy, it will need healing. That is why we are here. The Jedi are the healers, the protectors, and the restorers of the galaxy. We have a duty to protect those that cannot defend themselves, to help those that cannot help themselves, and to create hope for those that have none. This...." he paused and swept his arms open as if enveloping the scene around him, "... is why I want to become a Jedi. To serve the people of the galaxy and to be a symbol of Hope and Renewal."

He knelt again, and began providing fresh bandages to yet another patient, and after several minutes he stepped away from patient speaking some words in his native tongue, and called over a republic officer. The patient had died from internal issues, but Akartin had not been taught how to heal yet, so he was powerless to do anything.

"One must learn that not all can be saved.", he spoke again but more to himself than the apprentice with him. It was clear that the death of that patient had affected him, but it wasn't clear to what extent.

 

[H3xle]

[Prindaar System]
[Republic Embassy, Temba Port, Antar 4]

"Republic intelligence forces do not need to have a presence in our system." The diplomat Dair ended up talking to after hours of other negotiations. It had come down to a few sticking points and this one seemed the most asinine. The point of the issue was the intelligence services, which would have fallen under domestic assets of the Republic. In the treaty that was to bring Antar into the Republic, there was a proviso that would allow Republic domestic assets to have complete access to the system. Dair was starting to get a headache from this, but he wasn't letting it show. He started to let his focus slide into the force, to possibly help him see a way to navigate through this.

"Councilor, what is the reason that you do not want Republic intelligence agencies to have access to Prindaar? You will be a member of the Republic, that means that what they do will be to protect this system." Dair's voice was pleasant, placating, and his eyes never left the other man's eyes.

"Why do they need to be in our system? Does the Republic require intelligence agents to ensure the loyalty of it's systems?" The councilor replied. Dair's eyes narrowed. He was about to respond, when through the force he felt new people with hidden intent entering the building. It was only an inkling at the back of his mind, but he felt that the benefit of intelligence forces were going to be proven needed soon. Dair only hoped that soon was before something happened here. He turned back to the councilor and watched him for a moment. The moment dragged out and became a long moment, then a minute.

"What do you not want me to see, councilor?"

"What do you mean?" The councilor looked aghast and stuttered. "Are you going to use mind tricks on me?" The man seemed honestly frightened of the prospect.

Dair leaned forward and looked the man squarely in the eye. "No. I don't know what you think of the Jedi order, but we do not just pull things from peoples minds when we want to. That is a violation and something that we as an order strive to protect people from. Our intelligence agencies likewise do work to protect the Republic from threats. Our military, which according to the treaty, will have rights to build fortifications within the system, also protects the Republic. All the Republic stands for, is defense of it's people against foreign and domestic threats." Dair sat back in his chair, his eyes still leveled at the councilor. "Now, tell me what you are hiding."

Spoiler

This post was mainly to set up for a bomb threat at the Embassy. I will follow it up soon, but I wanted to give people the opportunity to mold the threat as they would like.

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[member="Ciara Jevnaker"] [member="Zylah Dvale"] [member="Kaia Vullen"] [member="Des Kovak"] [member="Megan Rhymes"] [member="Zak Dymo"] [member="Roshki Belawiiks"] [member="Jacen Voidstalker"] [member="Dazuto"] [member="Caleb Brolen"] [member="Travot Ravenna"] [member="corvus raaf"] [member="uri aureleos"] [member="fletcher lorcan"] [member="akartin"] @Other Republic Padawans/Helpers

 

[Jsc]

Antar 4
Obj X. Xenophobia. (p7)
[member="Akartin"]

Megan nodded as Akartin spoke. He might have been a Sightless but in his own way, it was nice to have him around. The way he spoke reminded her of someone. Someone she had been very close with a long time ago. This Miralan was right too. They were in the right place, after all.

She still could not summon the desire to speak with him yet. What does a poor human woman say. She didn't understand the Force, the dead, or the universe at all. She served out of duty. Not compassion. There really wasn't anything she could offer to a man who saw the world through the eyes of the Force. Not even a word of comfort. And... Perhaps that was her failing today.

"Mm."

___

Rhymes nodded her head as she walked outside for a moment's peace. Whispering to herself as well.

"No. Not all can be saved, I suppose."

The armored soldier who was working nearby seemed to hear her comment anyway and shrugged,

"We do what we can with what we have. That is the best offering we can make to the Gods. And they accept it. In their own way."

"Oh. Pardon me. I didn't mean to interrupt."

He waved the comment away and stood up. Though, Megan couldn't see his face for his helm.

"You Jedi have it right, after your manner. Do what must be done. No matter what tries to stop you. Sword or bandage. Cut or wound. Tis surgery all the same. ...Your Gods taught me that."

"My Gods? Oh. Do you mean, The Force?"

"Something like that." He shrugged.

"I see. Well then. I suppose you're right. We must all do whatever we can to heal the galaxy."

The soldier shrugged again and folded his arms across his armor. Looking out amongst the rows of tents with ease,

"Your first time in a hospital ward like this one?"

"Oh. Um. Yes. You can tell?"

"Figured as much. Your companion seems comfortable here. Working as he does. You? Not so much."

"Oh. Well. I suppose I'm just not accustomed to the bloodshed yet. Erm. My apologies."

"Nah. Nothing to apologize for. We soldiers ain't comfortable with it either. No matter how many times you see it. *sigh* ...You never get used to it."

He nodded and looked back at her,

"Look. Try not to think about yourself right now. It makes the mind muddy in a pit like this. No. Just set about helping as many people as you can. Then. You don't have to think about it. Helps the day go quicker. You'll see. Just make it one person at a time."

"I... Thank you. I'll try."

"Mm."

"If I may? What is your name?"

The trooper removed his helmet. Revealing a handsome and bold Zeltron male. Light purple skin with a large scar running sideways through his long black hair. He could have been a hundred years old and the age would never have shown on his youthful face. Only. Only there was a veteran starring back at her through his thin yellow eyes. Something born much deeper, that betrayed his age.

"Finsabin. Sergent of the 33rd. Fourth tour."

Oh. He was an alien too? A veteran alien. She didn't know,

"Um. Megan Rhymes. And... Well. Thank you Sergent. For your kind words."

"Don't mention it Rhymes. It's what we troopers do. Same team, right. Ha. ...Anyway." He slipped his helm back on and tapped it, "Gods guide you Jedi. It's going to be a very long day."

The trooper took his leave with a nod and wandered back into the endless rows of tents. Leaving Megan a moment to gather her strength and nod as well.

"Same team. ...Hmm. I suppose he's right about that too."

___

Megan wandered back into the tent where [member="Akartin"] was working. Stopping. She nodded to herself and approached,

"Um. Excuse me, just one moment. Look. Thank you for your kind words earlier Master Akartin. Erm, Intitate. Sorry. ...Well? If there is anything I can do to assist you? Let me know. Because. The troopers seem busy outside. I think they can manage on their own. So yeah..."

She smiled at the Sightless man. Maybe she didn't mind him being an alien after all,

"Same team. Hehe."

 

[Vakarian]

Location: Baal Commune, Antar 4
Allies: Megan Rhymes
Objective: X. Disturbance
Post Count: 4

Akartin smiled softly at the apprentice before him, his sightless gaze turning on her once more in a face of understanding and kindness. He knew, or rather felt her discomfort at being around him, but something had shifted within her. She seemed to be a bit more comfortable being around him now that she had been away. It was evident that she wasn't the most comfortable being among the wounded either, which was understandable to him, as the first time he had been around wounded civilians he tended to shy away from them. But, the feeling that one receives from seeing the a light of hope return to ones eyes that had lost all hope -- well, there just weren't words to describe it.

"I have yet to be taken under the wing of a Master, therefore I do not take the title of Padawan under my own volition. I refer to myself as an initiate until I become an official member of the Jedi Order.", he had noticed her confusion at his title the few times that she had spoken to him, so he thought it would be best to explain the reasoning behind the title to her.

"Do not thank me for my kindness, it is a gift afforded to all that deserve it, and even for those who choose not to walk follow the path of Ashla. We, as Jedi, have chosen to walk the path of mercy and restoration. It is my duty to be kind to all life, and to protect it if I can.", he was sure that most that come in contact with him would believe him to be false in his words and actions, no one is kind and gentle in nature in the galaxy, but he thought that the Jedi should exhibit such features, so he does his best to do with every word and interaction he has.

As he stood again, about to move towards another patient, a ripple in the Force caused him to turn towards the ruined city again - something was out there, and they weren't trying to be friendly.

 

[Roshki Belawiiks]

(3/20)

[member="Ciara Jevnaker"] [member="Zylah Dvale"] [member="Kaia Vullen"] [member="Des Kovak"] [member="Megan Rhymes"] [member="Zak Dymo"] [member="Dair Cotarin"] [member="Jacen Voidstalker"] @Dazuto @Caleb Brolen [member="Travot Ravenna"] [member="Corvus Raaf"] [member="Uri Aureleos"] [member="Fletcher Lorcan"] [member="Akartin"]

As soon as the whiff of politics and boring Senate meetings or whatever had crossed my metaphorical nostrils, I entered a dreamlike state not unlike meditation.

Aka, selective listening. Very selective listening.

Which was also why I wasn't pestering the little tyke anymore.

Alright, alright, the Jedi were supposed to assist with diplomacy and negotiate peaceful talks and blah blah blah. But I was a doer and to listen to this pompous whatever argue with the other Padawan, Dair, was not exactly high on my list.

I was thisclose to falling asleep when, suddenly, I felt a prickle on the back on my neck. I frowned. By now I knew that that was my Force Sense acting up, and I also knew that it only acted up in cases of extreme, immediate danger.

Tensing, I straightened up and looked at Zak, leaning in to whisper, "Hey, squid-head, prep yourself. I think we might be finally seeing some action in this lame-o party." I then directed my attention to Dair, who was quasi-interrogating the idiot about something or other. Not that it mattered -- unless I was being paranoid, I had a feeling everyone would have something bigger to deal with.

While the councillor struggled to reply to the other Padawan's question, I struggled closer to Dair and asked quietly, "Did you get a little tingly from the Force? I'm hoping I'm just being paranoid here...."

 

[Zak Dymo]

3
Location: Antar 4
Sith Spies: [member="Roshki Belawiiks"]
Objective: 3

---

The boy shot a look up at the girl Jedi at the mention of 'squid-head.'

At the mention of busting out of the Lamest Convention of the Lame-y McLameTalkers? Complete change in outlook. For the price of getting the kark away from all the yakkity-yak, she could call him squid-head, squidlet, squidy...

"Sign me up!" the boy opined loudly.

It was bad enough that he had homework to complete. All this standing around, just listening to people talking and talking and talking... Was it possible to die from boredom? Because Zak had a seriously chronic case right now. It might even be terminal.

...and his escape plan started talking. Of course. It was what padawans did on this mission. They talked.

With an exaggerated huff, the youngling made his way over to look out a window. Maybe he could at least look at something interesting until Darth Cooties was done talking about her feelings so they could go do...

...

Okay, he had no idea. Something! Yeah. That!

Actually...

Turning back toward the Togruta, the Nautolan looked at the datapad in his hands, then up at the older padawan as he said, "Could we go look for that... like, that old Clone Wars ship you mentioned?"

 

[H3xle]

[Prindaar System]
[Republic Embassy, Temba Port, Antar 4]

Dair felt [member="Roshki Belawiiks"] approach him before he saw her, his mind having sunk deep into the force at this point. He held up a hand to the sputtering councilor who shut his mouth with an audible clack and sat there dumbfounded.

"Did you get a little tingly from the Force? I'm hoping I'm just being paranoid here...."

"I did, but I am not proficient enough with that aspect of force sensing to be able to localize it. Would you and the little one like to go check it out?" Dair spoke in soft tones so that only Roshki could hear him.

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[Elsewhere in the Embassy]

"Alright boys and girls, lets get these charges set. The second team should be on the eastern side of the building." Rickard Santara told his companions through the mesh of his balaclava. He'd been the one to orchestrate the bombings in the rural areas around Temba Port, so when the higher ups in the resistance fell silent after the Republic showed up and started assaulting their base on Antar 5, he took it upon himself to stir up more trouble. The politicians and padawans wouldn't notice that the attacks had stopped after that gruesome one just outside the city the day prior, they were all to busy talking and setting up an alliance that would never work. The people of Antar would realize that with the Republic there would be no peace. He would see to it. He had twenty men with him and there were twenty five in the second team, his entire cell was present for the operation except for a few stragglers who hadn't reported in. Probably off getting drunk or something (Or tortured by [member="Jacen Voidstalker"] and [member="Des Kovak"]). They had gotten in through an escape tunnel put in during the Clone Wars and promptly forgotten about. That had led them into the gardens, where they only had to kill four guards silently, easy stuff for his people, and then set about their work.

Currently, his group was setting charges along the western wall of the lowest sub basement, making sure to get all of the exterior and interior supports along that area to ensure a complete collapse. The man leading his second team, Dice Stail, was a demolitions expert and had planned this out to a 'T'. With all of these supports gone, the weight of the upper structures would collapse the building down onto all of the digintaries. It was almost enough to make him laugh maniacally, but only evil people did that and he was working for the greater good.

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[member="Ciara Jevnaker"] [member="Zylah Dvale"] [member="Kaia Vullen"] [member="Des Kovak"] [member="Megan Rhymes"] [member="Zak Dymo"] [member="Roshki Belawiiks"] [member="Jacen Voidstalker"] [member="Dazuto"] [member="Caleb Brolen"] [member="Travot Ravenna"] [member="corvus raaf"] [member="uri aureleos"] [member="fletcher lorcan"] [member="akartin"] @Other Republic Padawans/Helpers

 

[Laira Darkhold]

Location: Space (Aboard Cutting Edge)
Objective: Unassigned
Allies: Jedi Order, Republic Forces
Enemies: Unknown
[1/20]

En route to Antar 4 aboard my personal ship, the Cutting Edge, a replacement form the old YT-2400 I was used to flying around, but since I had purchased a Starfighter I felt it necessary to upgrade to a ship that could carry the blasted thing. Even then the upgrade could hardly be called that since it was nothing more than an even older CEC design modified with MandalHypernautics tech and an upgraded Hyperdrive. I had been sent to assist the Jedi Padawans as best as I could with their assignments, and had been told to fall in with one or more of them and act as support. Being an NCO I could easily understand letting even Padawans take the lead on this, it was their mission to begin with and I wasn't high enough rank to think I had enough clout to say no.

"This is Master Chief Draco Vereen of the Republic Military calling out to any Jedi Forces available on Antar Four. I kinda got sent as your back up, let me know where I am needed." I called through an open channel as my ship neared the atmosphere. From here I could just about respond to any area of the system quickly and could make it anywhere on the planet if I had to. Also I could bail out and take the Razor's Edge to just about anywhere in no time flat.

 

[Uri Aureleos]

[ 3 / 20 ]
Location: Antar
Confirmed Enemy: [member="Melori Raaf"]
Objective: Survive the first dance

He watched her. Checking for any ticks that would give a way her next move. He had hoped she would be curious and try to talk. It was a fun thought that he could possible talk her down. Sith weren't know for fighting fair however only mass murder and destruction. He planned for her to attempt a sneak attack. This wasn't a friendly spar and he shouldn't treat it as such.

He assumed with the saber in her hand, she would chose that as her weapon. He got a slight surprise however as her left hand lifted light beginning to form on it. Move. He leaped to his right throwing himself out of the way of the lightning. His next move was one not taught by the Jedi but by the monks on Agamar. He twisted his torso on the way down aligning his shoulder to hit the ground first as he prepared for a forward roll. The momentum and position of his body allowed the roll to happen naturally. Too much momentum however as he lost his footing as hit arrived on his feet. He took a few steps to get his balance back. His attention then returning to the sith in front of him. He didn't have too many more dodges like that in him but he assumed that she didn't have too much more of that lightning in her either.

His mind contemplated drawing one of his light sai. No. That was what she wanted. That's how she appeared to hold herself. He assumed it wasn't about Uri's life. It was about the fight. She wanted a challenge and she wanted Uri to bring it. His next move was probably a stupid one but he did it any way.

He took both of his Light Sai from his belt and then dropped them on the ground. The whole time during the action he stared at the girl in front of him with defiant eyes. He wasn't a warrior. He was a pacifist. He had no plans to cut her down at this moment or any.

 

[Darth Timoris]

[Post=4/20]​

Location: Antar
Objective: Fun, fun, fun
Theme: I’ll be the one left standing

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l_Hsi1tNegA

'You never see my way
******* on my flame
I'll be the one left standing

With everything I do
It never pleases you
But I'll be the last one laughing

Listen
You're always missing
Blind to my vision
No!

I just won't let it go
Just can't let it go
Just won't let it go
No matter what
It's in my blood

Life is more than sitting back
Oh I'm on the attack
Yeah I am off and running

It's in my blood
And I won't give up
Cuz it's running through my veins.’

He dived out of the way of her Lightning. She shrugged, at last she got him to move and stop waving his hands like he was going to surrender. And then his hands went to his…what were they? Daggers. Finally she was going to have a fight on her hands.
Except he then threw those weapons to the ground as if to surrender all over again. It was all she could do to stop herself rolling her eyes. Grimacing she contemplated her next move.

he dropped her left hand and lifted it again. This time red sparks came from her fingers and then red faux lightning headed towards the Padawan.

[member="Uri Aureleos"]

 

[Uri Aureleos]

[ 3 / 20 ]
Location: Antar
Confirmed Enemy: [member="Melori Raaf"]
Objective: Don't get tagged by the other kid shooting lightning

The same assault. No. This time the lightning is red. This was something new to him. Maybe it does something different than the rather lightning? He didn't want to chance it to find out. He left his light sai on the ground then did another dive. It was risky. She repeated what she did before and now he was being just as predictable. He wondered about the possibility if she was baiting him. He fell for it if that was the case. She wasn't the only one who knew how to use the force. As he tucked his shoulder and twisted his body, he lifted his hand and preformed a force push. It wasn't meant to be a powerful attack just a delay. Its purpose being to distract her long enough to get a clear distance. He planned to hit the ground running if he could and that all depended on if his move was enough to catch her off guard.

 

[Jacen Voidstalker]

[member="Des Kovak"]


[member="Des Kovak"]

“I don’t know what you think war is, but I can tell you from experience that this isn’t it,” Jacen p- the career soldier - said stoically. “There are moral and legal obligations to starting a war, this is a civil, criminal matter.” As Jacen spoke, he held the other Padawan’s gaze, only faltering as he concentrated on holding the ranger in place. “If we don’t fight to be better, then why fight at all.”

He turned to the terrorist, his expression deliberately changing to emphasise the struggle he was under. “I can’t hold him much longer,” he grunted through clenched teeth. He deliberately let his telekentic grip slightly, and Krart lifted the chunk of metal higher. “I know you’re in pain, and I know you’re scared. I’ll also know if you’re lying. I can’t stop him. Please, just tell us what’s happening tonight.”

Jacen could sense the truth in the Gotal ranger’s suspicions. There was something just beneath the layers of fear and pain. Something he wanted to hide. If he could get the terrorist to think on it a little more, he might even be able to decipher the thought without any more violence.

 

[Via Dolorosa]

Location: Antar 5, Inside the Mines
Objective: Clearing out the mines of Antar 5 of the bandits calling themselves Prindaar Freedom.
[4/20]


She could find no possible solution to get by them unseen. They may have her outnumbered but she had the element of surprise on her side. She would have to be precise in her actions, leaving any ideas of heroism on the sidelines. With her lightsaber in her left hand, she extended her right hand out in front of her and with the aide of the Force began to pick up objects and fling them around the camp. Step one, confuse the enemy. While the enemy began to react to the objects being tossed about, she lept down to the camp; igniting her blade the moment her feet touched down.

Step two, subdue the bandits. With the noise of the objects slamming into the wall and the yells and cursing of the bandits, the activation of her weapon was drowned out. Couple that with her choice to land behind an erect tent rather than in the middle of the camp itself, she was still unseen by her foes. To make it simple on her, three of the bandits began arguing among themselves while another began to collect the objects; leaving number five alone. As the bandit stepped to the back of the tent, she shoved the palm of her hand into his chin; snapping is head back rendering him knocked out for the count.

With the Force, she threw a wave of energy that bowled over the object collecting bandit causing him to smack his head on the rocky wall, where he would sleep now and wake up later with a nasty headache. The three bandits stopped their arguing and began to laugh at their comrade, thinking he had tripped. With their attention focused on him, she rushed the men from behind and again called on the Force to send them sprawling. Her left boot caught one in the face, her right boot another, and with a quick jab from her right hand caught the last one in his throat.

She looked around and shook her head in satisfaction. She managed to overpower them without using her weapon and more importantly, killing no one. She searched the tents and found some stun cuffs, applied them to the wrists of the bandits, and for added measure; stuffed their mouths with torn cloth while using rope to keep them in place. Now she was free to proceed deeper into the mine.

 

[Des Kovak]

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Objective: Bomb threat

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Allies: [member=Jacen Voidstalker]
Post #7

Des tried to stare this Jedi down, this Jacen Voidstalker. He did not listen to the sense he may have been making. He was too caught up in his anger for that. "There's a difference between doing what's right and refusing to do the math," he breathed through clenched teeth, not listening to any counter arguments. "We're talking potentially dozens, maybe hundreds of people. Are you going to let them die because you were too much of a candy ass to do something about it?"

With a huff, Des turned to where Krart had gotten his club and got one of his own. "You can't stop us both." He turned to the bomber, looming over him as he drew to his full height, his sleeveless tunic showing his obvious musculature. "He can't stop us both," he repeated, speaking to the bomber this time. Viewed from the floor looking up, in the dim light like this, the dark skinned Korun must make a fearsome sight. "I killed your friend. I wish I hadn't, but I did," he admitted to the bomber. "They say the first one is hard, but the second one gets easier. Don't be the second one."

 

[Jacen Voidstalker]

[member="Des Kovak"]

Voidstalker made a split second decision in that moment. Des was on a knife edge, perilously close to going down a dark, dark¸ path. So the veteran decided to allow the lesser of two evils. In a token gesture of opening his right hand and pulled back his left fist, Jacen released Krart and yanked the other padawan from his feet.

The gotal ranger immediately brought his makeshift weapon down. There was another sickening crunch as another kneecap was broken. A split second later and a golden blade appeared between the two with a Snap-hiss.

“Give him a chance!” Jacen shouted, inching the blade towards Krart until he backed off. He exchanged a knowing look with the ranger, but there was a hardness to Voidstalker’s expression this time. They could play good cop and bad cop, but there was a line he wouldn’t allow to be crossed.

“Tell him where the attack is soon, or else things are going to get ugly,” Jacen pleaded.

“Yeah, really ugly,” Krart boomed, leaning around Jacen to sneer at the bomber.

“Is the attack tonight?” Jacen shouted, but the bomber just mumbled. “Where is the attack?!”

And then Jacen simply deactivated his saber and buckled it to his belt. “They’re attacking the embassy tonight,” he said in a much calmer tone. He turned to the bomber, if his surface thoughts hadn’t revealed enough, his expression certainly did.

 

[Des Kovak]

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Objective: bomb threat

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Allies: [member=Jacen Voidstalker]
Post #8

Before he knew it, Des was knocked back. He found himself sprawled on the packed earth floor, the breath knocked out of him. He needed a moment to get his bearings, realize what had happened... It almost happened. I was fully prepared to murder that bomber, he realized. The thought scared him.

Voidstalker's announcement brought him back to his senses. Hurriedly, he scrambled to his feet and crossed looks with the other Padawan. No time for talk now. If anything needed to be said, it could wait. "That's a long walk. We better get transport," he said as he broke into movement, hurrying out through the door. He fully expected the other two to follow him.

Des headed in the direction of traffic noises. Out here, in the slums, there were no vehicles. Any that parked here for longer than couple of minutes inevitably got stolen and fenced. Crossing an unspoken border into a nicer part of town, Des immediately spotted a Human exiting a speeder, presumably getting home from overtime at work. "You! I need your speeder!" Des called. The man started to protest, but Des was in no mood. "Jedi business," he cut him off. "Very urgent." Rudely, he pushed the man aside and climbed into the speeder's passenger seet. He yurned to Voidstalker, who had no doubt followed. "Come on," he urged. "I... I can't drive."