Faction Ashen Corridor | Crimson Dawn [ME] Public Operations

[Charlana]

Objective: Secure ship passageways

Reports were coming in on the concerted efforts. Ashé Fenn had killed the ship's engines, Tobi Fett was on the bridge, Alora Vizsla was securing the loading ramp, Charlana had disabled the hyperdrive, and others were dealing with the ship's crew. Having secured the captured officer, the Selphi spacer stalked the passageways to continue securing the ship .

Charlana heard running bootsteps pounding down the hall from an adjoining passage. She stopped and stood her ground, waiting. They rounded the corner, a quartet of armed thugs, A Gran, two humans and a female Rodian. Whether they were running to respond to the intruders, or flee them, made no difference to the pointy-eared corsair. The Hand underlings skidded to a halt at the sight of the solitary armed woman.

But that isn't what they saw.

They did see Charlana, but behind her were a squad of black-armored commandos. weapons trained on the Hand thugs. Or, at least that is what they saw in their heads. The ex-shaman smirked, her illusion convincing enough to compel the four foes to drop their weapons and raise their hands.

She tipped her stolen hat. "Now be good and turn around and move towards the cargo bay. No tricks, and no turning around, or else..." She fired a blaster bolt into the boot of the Gran in front. He howled, hopping and grabbing his foot in pain, the rest hastily turned and began to walk. The Gran joined them, limping and whimpering.

 

[Colton Renth]

He stepped up beside her, resting his forearms lightly against the observation rail as he looked out over the chaos unfolding below. The freighter was still locked in the docking clamps, Crimson Dawn forces pushing inward with clean, coordinated aggression while the Diarch’s Hand scrambled to hold what was already slipping away.
He watched it the way a pilot watches a storm front.
Not for the spectacle.
For the patterns.
“For starters,” he said after a moment, voice calm, “your people are winning.”
His gaze tracked a pair of Dawn enforcers advancing along the cargo lifts, cutting off a retreat route before the defenders even realized it was gone.
“Not because you’ve got more firepower,” he continued, “but because you’re controlling the flow.”
He tapped a finger lightly against the rail.
“Entry points, exits, choke points… you’re collapsing the space around them. Making every move they take the wrong one.”
Colton shifted slightly, angling his view toward the upper docking lanes.
“But you’ve got a problem.”
A faint smirk tugged at his mouth.
“You’re focused inward.”
He nodded toward the freighter.
“Which means you’re assuming this fight ends when you take the ship.”
“It doesn’t.”
His eyes lifted toward the surrounding towers, toward the lanes beyond the port.
“Word’s already out. Maybe not officially, but enough noise, enough blaster fire—someone’s listening.”
He glanced sideways at her.
“Imperials. Local syndicates. Opportunists like me who didn’t get an invitation.”
His attention returned to the wider spaceport.
“And when they realize Crimson Dawn just hit something valuable enough to turn this place into a warzone…”
He exhaled softly.
“They’re going to come looking.”
Colton straightened, turning slightly so he was facing her now.
“That’s where I come in.”
He gestured vaguely upward.
“I’ve got a YT-1300 sitting in a docking ring that doesn’t exist on port records. Fast, quiet, and—more importantly—unnoticed.”
His tone remained easy, but there was precision behind every word now.
“While your people finish taking the freighter, I move ahead of the problem.”
He held up a finger.
“I slice local traffic control, scramble docking logs, and ghost this entire operation.”
Another finger.
“I create false departure signatures—make it look like that ship left ten minutes ago in three different directions.”
A third.
“And if anyone does come sniffing around…”
His smile sharpened.
“They don’t find Crimson Dawn.”
He paused, letting that settle.
“They find a confused port authority, a handful of bad sensor readings, and maybe a smuggler who got in over his head.”
Colton met her gaze fully now.
“I don’t just help you win the fight,” he said evenly.
“I make sure no one realizes you were here to begin with.”
A brief silence followed.
Then he gave a small, almost casual shrug.
“That’s useful.”

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Sidonia

 

[Ashé Fenn]

Location:

Objectives:l: Participate with the Crimson Dawn

Tags: Sidonia Charlana Colton Renth

Strands in the force swirled around and Ashé felt herself bathing in it. She felt the strand of last night's paramour be cut short as predicted, and she felt other force users doing their work around her. There was little more that she needed to do here but she wouldnt leave just yet.

"Hmm, where is it?" she was looking for the engineer's datapad, she wasnt sure why, but she had about ninety seconds to find it. She whipped her fingers along the desk until they touched something, a small unassuming datapad, unlocked to a page owned by the IGBC, his savings plan. She smirked and typed in a few numbers to transfer the funds elsewhere. The recipient was a nameless young girl whose parents would need an expensive favour from her in a few material months. The pad then recieved notification of its owners death and bricked itself.

She looked out across the force at the rest of the Crimson Dawn, she had achieved her set objectives. There was littlr need to remain. She then vanished into otherspace, there was somewhere else that she needed to be too.