Bloody Crown - SJO Dominion of Drogheda

[Tyluko-Kai Kaimana]

BYOO: A Bloody Distraction
Post: 4
Gear: Lightsaber, Trident
Attn: Kladro Uz'ra OOM-7795 (Oomy)

Tyluko offered a gentle smile at the Zabrak as Kladro assured him that he could indeed count on him. Tyluko nodded and continued to follow Kladro towards the exit of the ship which had been lowered allowing the forest air to rise into the ship. Tyluko stepped down the ramp, feeling the cool fresh grass against his webbed feet and the crisp air against his skin. Tyluko saluted his droid Oomy who was waiting for them with blaster in hand. "Oomy, we shall see what the Jedi have planned tactic wise for this mission and see where we can provide help."
With that the trio began making their way toward the camp, making sure to stay out of the way of any soldiers bustling about with supplies and ammunition.

Tyluko looked at the surrounding wilderness noting that the surrounding forest appeared incredibly thick and dense, plenty capable of concealing whatever danger is out there as well as the schemes and evils of the cultists. He looked at the setting sun which signaled the coming of dusk. "This will complicate things" Tyluko thought to himself.
As they made their way into the camp Tyluko noticed that a large amount of Jedi were present which was indicative of the fact that these Sith spawn were no easy challenge and thus warranted the presence of several Jedi with the knowledge and the power to counter them. Tyluko then noticed a large holo-table where strategic reconnaissance data and 3D visuals of the topography were being displayed. He made his way over to the table and made a mental note of the presence and location of SJO squads as well as their intended targets and mission assignments.

Tyluko pointed to a squad that was assigned to navigate along a river cutting through the forest towards the main cultist encampment. "Oomy perhaps we can provide aid to this squad or perhaps take a squad and cut off any cultist movement in this area" He continued to converse with his droid about where it would be best for them to provide their service.

 

[Kladro Uz'ra]

BYOO: A Bloody Distraction
Post: 4
Gear: Lightsaber (red and orange blade (Darksaber like)), wrist blades,Iridonian Revolver, Zygerrian Stun Whip
Attn: Tyluko Dubykee OOM-7795 (Oomy)

Kladro listened to Oomy and Tyluko speak, he didn't agree with their plans. Kladro wasn't a fan of large squads, he thought smaller squads, but in larger amounts did the job better.

"Why don't us three just go by ourselves, but make a distraction. A distraction would draw attention away from the main forces, leaving the main forces to press the attack further?"

As soon as those words came out of his mouth, he regretted what he had said and wished that he could take them back. He felt stupid for suggesting an idea to people that he had barely known for two months. He awaited their reply as he felt their eyes fix on him.

 

[Valkren Calderon]

Objective: One - Cultists​

Location: Drogheda - Outskirts of forest.
Assets: 1st Ranger Special Tactics Unit

[member="Vertigo"]'s communication came through, causing Valk' to crack a grin before responding in a quiet voice, crouching under a fallen tree that was blocking the squad's path, "Sure thing, big guy. I'm buyi-"

The sudden uproar of combat stopped the small team of combatants in their tracks, each turning soon after Commander Calderon turned towards the city's direction.

"Sounds like our boys are in a heap of trouble boss," Specialist Lowder spoke up whilst adjusting his grip on his own blaster rifle, expecting a fight just out of experience. Usually when you heard fighting, it meant you'd end up in it sure enough. In the rangers case it was usually true, mainly due to the reason that they ran towards the fighting. Valkren began walking at a quickened pace but in the opposite direction of their original destination. To the surprise of his allies he was walking right in between them and towards the city and area of the woods that their allied ranger forces had been deployed into.

"Uh..Boss, that doesn't mean turn around! There's still a good chance whatever is causing this is still out here."

Lieutenant Harris struggled to resist agreeing with their team's jokester but soon faltered, "Kid's got a point commander, we should stick to the mission."

Valkren stopped and spun around quickly, still gripping his own blaster rifle in a readied position.

"Look, if those rangers don't get a foothold in the city then there won't be any people left to save from this thing. Those are our people over there. I'm sure Silver Command won't mind us running out of the forest for a moment to lend a helping hand."

The rangers took a brief moment to glance at each other, making sure that each actually wanted to go ahead and divert from their original objective. There was a chance that whatever caused this was actually in the city and not the forest, but they had no way of knowing. After an assortment of shrugs, they'd file in behind Commander Calderon and hurry their pace to a jog.

It would take the special forces squad a good moment before they reached the forces that [member="Amarchri Cryo"] led.

Soon to-be Nearby: [member="Tyrell Caphey"] | [member="Kiran Arlos"] | [member="Veiere Arenais"] | [member="Amarchri Cryo"] | [member="Vertigo"]

 

[Vertigo]

Objective One: Eliminate the Blood Cultists.
Location: City Outskirts, entering further in.
Post: #4
Tags: [member="Masaru Varga"] | [member="Veiere Arenais"] | [member="Amarchri Cryo"] | [member="Valkren Calderon"] | [member="Tyrell Caphey"] | [member="Kiran Arlos"]
Muse:

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FHuuz2StdEU

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You alright? “Good thanks.” Vertigo responded in his low voice to [member="Masaru Varga"] Comfortable, if a bit warm from the chaingun by his side. “Not so pretty.” He looked at the thing in his power armored hand, dropping it to the ground. Secondly, the guy had spoken about paying for Grub! So that got an instant bit of respect from the large Houk. He didn’t know how much Houks could eat! But respect for the offer. “Free Grub? You’re alright.” He answered in kind.

Being at the back of the squads he hadn’t seen it at first. Focusing from the outskirts into the city proper, he walked a bit further inward to see the trouble looming ahead as the buildings got thicker, and the foliage less pronounced. The barrel of the chaingun still oddly warm.

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“Contact Left. 500 meters.”

Cut off from another offer to buy food! Forward and left flanks Veiere called out by [member="Veiere Arenais"], Vertigo moving to cover left. Bringing him back to attention. “Hang on to something.” The Houk said to Masaru. 12 Was going to be easy! Courage from the Jedi Master ahead bolstering his aim and already high confidence. The chaingun was let go full burn, which acted as a minigun of blaster fire. Something FFE in the final days of the great galactic conflicts, had developed to keep blasters worthwhile against armor thicker than force-gods. Trouble was that gun was showing its age, this one anyway, and someone had missed a maintenance check.

“300 Meters.”

For all the blazing blaster shots, 1,500 a minute coming out of it, and the several Sithspawn bodies that fell ahead of them both around the buildings and inside of them. The gun couldn’t stop time. Time caught up to the barrel and it locked, Vertigo realized immediately but it was too late to save the power pack which exploded next to him. He took the hit to the side, the power armor held, but that would leave marks both on it and inside of it. There was a grunt but he didn’t move. For right now Marsaru and the group had raging sithspawn ahead of him. Vertigo reaching for another gun from his back as they closed, having taken a clear self inflicted wound.

200 Meters...

Personal Gear:

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Armor: Aegis Class | XJ9 Hololink | Main Weapons: OS-GG1 Chaingun | LPD-17 Grenade Launcher | Backup Guns: CB1-Icebreaker | Rangers Shotgun | Melee: Force Pike Equipment: Rangers Multi Tool | Rangers Grapple | Detonite Explosives | Backup Ray Shields (Blaster/Thermal) | Bacta Patches + Medkits

 

[Sebastian Sebita]

Objective.......
Location.........

Sebastian looked at the man who still held his strange artifact as he was fading away fast into it. His Loth wolf stood behind him watching with curious eyes. Finally it spoke to him after several seconds of watching the dying man. Why help them if it was going to end in this? Why bother at all? Lance turned and smiled showing the creation of the artifact, the imbument of the crystal. The plans he had for it. The Loth wolf cocked it's head to the side watching it all.

Finally it responded again. An interesting way of doing things for certain. Not one normal dark siders would use but you are not a normal dark sider. Lance shook his head turning to the dying man again as he took his last breath. Watching as the man's soul was ripped out of his body and collected by the crystal along with everyone else who had died on this planet. It had done it's job for now as he left the chambers of the leader of the blood cult.

The SJO would finish the remaining cultists and without a leader most would end up joining him anyways not having the strength of will to create a new group. But joining an existing one well maybe that would work better. Sebastian continued walking out his loth wolf following behind him. Once the device left the planet the Sith spawn would turn on their masters and the SJO would complete exactly what he wanted. Everything was falling into place. As they boarded his ship and left the world.

 

[Ravenfire]

Objective One: Eliminate the Blood Cultists
Post: 3
Gear: Ranger's SMG, Ranger's Shotgun, Ranger's Assault Rifle, Ranger's Combat Knife, Ranger's Jar'kai Blades, Ranger's Pulse Rifle, Ranger's Wrist Rocket, Ranger's Utility Boots, Sasori Bodysuit, Multi-Spectral Shielding, UAI-1 Combat Armor
Attn: [member="Veiere Arenais"] l [member="Masaru Varga"] l @Vertigo l [member="Kiran Arlos"] l [member="Valkren Calderon"]

Amarchri's squads began firing upon the sith spawn and the cultists as they attempted to charge the group. Holding their ground they continued firing as he was receiving reports throughout the city of sith spawn and cultists charging other rangers with air support attempting to do the best they can finding civilians and assisting rangers across the board.

Amarchri fired a wrist rocket into a large group of them watching them burn away. As the combat continued Vert destroyed a bunch with his minigun however in the attempt Amarchri watched as the power pack exploded in the gun close to Vert's body as he switched to another weapon but Amarchri couldn't help himself as he ordered the medic to look after the man. However in doing so he got hit in the shoulder. Getting thrown to the ground he watched as the sith spawn got closer.

He shut his eyes to accept the death that was coming for him. But it never came as he looked up at the sithspawn suddenly turning on each other and the cultists. Reports from other groups were coming in of similar situations something had broken the enemy but no one knew what or why. Not that it mattered the enemy was destroying themselves or running. He looked around as his group finished up the last of them within the area. "What just happened?" Was all he got out before fainting due to the blood loss.

 

[Ravenfire]

OBJECTIVE 2
Attn: @Klesta l [member="Setter Ryburn"] l [member="Sabine Galen"]

As they continued looking around the caves their was a scream, then a wail and finally a roar. As out of one of the side caves came a Zakkeg. It was enraged and severly damaged as it had scars all across it's body. Within the cave behind it sat a smaller cage with the missing miners another dead Zakkeg and two corpses. Anyone could see the cultists had clearly released and controlled the zakkegs to scare the miners into not coming this deep and were then able to steal them away with clearly one of the zakkegs finally breaking free killing the other and it's masters.

After all they were notoriously territorial. It wouldn't be too hard a fight the state this creature was in but it would still try to defend what it called home even if it wasn't it's natural home.

 

[WelshGuy]

Location: Outskirts of the forest
Allies: [member="Jairdain"] | [member="Asaraa Vaashe"] | [member="Abigail Meredydd"]
Enemies: [member="C-02"]
Objective: 3 - Save da prince!

The bow wasn't a surprise to Yuroic, he had been the one to teach her how to use one, and how to use one without her Force Sight. He looked down at his feet, Jairdain's comment about only one person to date was difficult to respond to. Yuroic was torn in half, he still felt strongly for Jairdain but they were different people now, living very different lives. Jairdain had a child of three years old and needed to stay on Commenor to keep him closer to his family who were the Commenor royalty as he understood it. However, Yuroic was still dealing with his memories returning and where he wanted to go and what he wanted to do. He was slightly aimless but still had his Padawan to keep him grounded.

Looking to Asaraa, he gave a smile and nodded his head. He knew that he taught Asaraa some tracking skills so she would be good at finding the Prince even if she did have a problem with getting lost. As he was about to get them set off a new person greeted them. Student of Alexandra Feanor, while he knew of the person, he did not have the fortune of actually meeting the woman. He gave a curt nod, "Yuroic, Jedi Knight. Nice to meet you." He allowed the other two time to greet themselves to Abigail before he wandered off, trying to follow the telltale signs of a speeder rushing through the woods.

The ground was disturbed from the speeder so it wasn't too difficult for a tracker of Yuroic's skill to follow the trail with some ease. He reached a point and paused. Looking at the bootprints, there was something amiss. "He was taken, or at least, someone can over here." Yuroic stated as he spotted to speeder not far from them. "Yeah, I definitely am getting the impression that someone has kidnapped to prince, but not sure why or how..." Yuroic stated as he frowned deep in thought.

 

[Jairdain]

Location: Outskirts of the forest
Allies: [member="Yuroic Xeraic"] [member="Asaraa Vaashe"] [member="Abigail Meredydd"]
Enemies: [member="C-02"]
Objective: Rescue the prince

As there was a small reunion between the three of them, another person approached and Jairdain turned to her. Tilting her head slightly, she held a hand out for her formal introduction. They had met once before, she hadn't exactly been in the right mind at the time. It had happened near the beginning of her downward spiral of self-destruction and on Alderaan on the ground of the Temple there.

"It is nice to meet you officially, Abigail. We didn't have the opportunity before. I am Jairdain Ismet. Very good friends with Alex."

She would have added another name into the mix but decided it was best to leave Krest unmentioned.

Abi sounded a little hesitant in how they would receive her, but her own welcome would hopefully indicate she was. Yuroic also introduced himself before he got focused on their task at hand.

"Why would somebody want to kidnap a prince? Power, money, information...there are many reasons. I don't think we need to focus on the why, but I do agree with how. Did they disable the speeder and take him? There should be some tracks or leads to follow from there."

 

[Setter Ryburn]

Objective 2:
[member="Sabine Galen"] l Klesta l [member="Silver"] Moonlight

He saw the rapid movement, before he heard the wailing. It came from the darkness- but Setter was unable to see the cages at his position. All he saw was a threat.

"Contact!"

Setter was glad he brought the un-noisy killer in his hands. High grip on the rifle, Setter didn't ask any questions, he made no judgement, didn't even bother to give the beast a chance to retaliate, or even approach them without-

Well, without getting shot to pieces.

Setter was a meticulous killing machine, a methodical and pathological man who lived by a lack of rules, and a sort of inherent sense of wanting to kill people 24/7. It was because of this that he had no qualms, no reservations about shooting at the beast. After all, he was the security element for the team, and he thought the best way to secure said team was to shoot the ever-loving crap out of the Zakkeg.

He emptied the magazine at the beast, and was preparing to reload, dropping the spent magazine from the weapon. He had no idea if it was dead, alive, or just pissed off. He was focused on reloading, then re-engaging.

 

[Klesta]

Objective 2: Mines
Allies: [member="Setter Ryburn"] [member="Sabine Galen"]
Enemies: Zakkeg

Klesta's diminutive size was an advantage: while Setter was busy engaging the zakkeg, he could slip past the beast and inspect the cages for those structurally unsound spots on the cages so that he could use them to free the prisoners. They may not be the most obvious to exploit but sure enough, he did find a few of those, just needed the right components to do so. Maybe picking some lock, for instance. Undaunted by the presence of the zakkeg, he tried to pick the lock using some spare wire found somewhere around the cage. As he attempted to pick the lock...

"Utinni! These cages are really rudimentary!"

 

[Sabine Galen]

Objective 2:
[member="Setter Ryburn"] l [member="Klesta"] l

The dark feeling only grew as they moved deeper into the cave. Her senses grew keen, and she suddenly felt it. But Sabine's head turned sharply at the sound of a scream. The shrill sound was followed by a roar, her eyes went wide. Her saber was in her hand before she could even truly form the thought – blade ignited, casting the tunnel and chamber beyond in an azure light.

But, the rocky tunnel was soon filled with sound as Setter opened fire.

A fearsome beast had made its appearance – hard scales and sharp claws. It all began to make sense now. This... creature had been dwelling here. Sabine did not like to kill, but she recognized that there were times when it couldn't be helped. And this was one of those times. Between the flashes of gun fire, she caught sight of the signatures she'd sensed... miners trapped in a cage.

Steeling her own nerves, she leapt to the area, prepared to face another beast – but it was already dead on the ground, killed by the sharp teeth and claws of its companion. And that wasn't all, there were robed bodies on the ground, too... or at least, what was left of them.

Sabine grimaced, but turned her focus to the cage.

The Jawa was already there, picking the lock. There were men inside, many of them injured and in quite poor shape... but in reality, this cage had likely been their saving grace. The beast had not been able to reach them between the bars.

“We're here to help,” She said quickly.

 

[Asaraa Vaashe]

Objective: 3 - Get da prince to da chopper!
Location: The Edge of the Forest
Allies: [member="Yuroic Xeraic"] | [member="Jairdain"] | [member="Abigail Meredydd"]
Enemy: [member="C-02"]

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The pink-haired Jedi nodded at the new arrival, a smile touching her lips as she gestured to the forest ahead of them, "The more the merrier, this place is kinda huge and you know, it's easy to miss something." Aside from the fact that they were with a Jedi Master and someone who was close to his own Mastery she knew, just know, that Yuroic and Jairdain would find a way to turn this into a teachable moment. Somehow or the other they always did. Asaraa took a moment to glare at the two older Jedi as one hand sank into her pocket, fishing out a hairband, gathering her long hair into a ponytail as she moved past Yuroic, one eye examining the ground critically.

"The how is perhaps less important than the why, and if he's still alive," she pointed out as she pulled off a glove, resting her hand against the side of the speeder, palm running acorss the cool metal for a moment as she closed her eyes and reached out with the force, letting it drift towards the car, to infuse it for a moment before she pressed it, pulling back with the force, dragging the memories out of the speeder. It was a confusing welter of pictures, a jumble of emotion an image but one thing came clear. The girl fell back onto the ground, sucking in a gasp of air that shook her frame as she raised her hand, pointing at the woods, "There, that direction, they took him over there."

 

[Sor-Jan Xantha]

BRING YOUR OWN OBJECTIVE PRESENTS​

MANDO GEAR SOLID​

DROGHEDA
MOUNT MERU > ORE PROCESSING STATION

The man lingered under the ventilation shaft for another twenty minutes.

In that time, the young clone was able to observe the movements in and outside of the power station from beneath the deuterium tank that served as both cover and shelter. He'd had to un-sling his blaster carbine, holding it out in front of him as he shimmied under the heavy storage coolant storage. It was low enough to the ground that the patrol passed without even a second thought, while providing him a vantage point that gave good visibility around the room.

Based on the chronometer, the patrols were coming through this part of the complex around every ten minutes. The man smoking the cigarette had finished the first and then started a second. Then the sound of a comlink chimed from his direction. As the man held the cigarette in his lips, fumbling through his pockets for the communicator, the boy reached across to toggle the frequency scan function on the XJ9 that wrapped around his forearm.

As the call connected, the boy was able to lock in on the communications frequency that the cultists were using. Through the received in his ear, the clone cadet listened as the XJ9 was able to slice into the conversation.

"The Monarchists were able to summon the Silver Jedi. We need to accelerate Phase II."

The cigarette smoking man hung up the call. Tossing the half-burned cigarette to the ground, the man ground the smoking butt under foot before he made his way out of the room. As the heavy doors closed behind him, the young clone crept out from under his hiding spot.

A glance at the chronometer suggested he had about five minutes before another patrol would come through this section. Standing, the boy slung the blaster carbine over his shoulder as he jogged over to where the man had dropped the cigarette butt. Carefully, the boy picked up the butt and dropped it into a little bag.

DNA trace analysis might help to identify who was involved in the conspiracy that was taking place on the planet, as well as who their supporters were.

Standing up against the access terminal in the room, the boy was presented by a power allocation table that seemed to contain a schematic of the ore processing center's power diagram. It framed the structure of the facility well.

There was a large chamber in a lower part of the facility. It reminded him of the cloning facility on Kal'shebbol.

Could that have some connection to whatever Phase II was?

Time was ticking by. Crossing over to the other side of the room, the boy ducked low as the heavy doors to the power transfer station could be heard opening. The next patrol was moving through. The child's hand hovered over the trigger to the blaster carbine that he carried, even as he artfully timed the moment that he crossed over to the other side of the fifty gallon drum he was currently taking shelter behind. The patrol passed by without taking notice of him, continuing on its way to the other exit in the room.

The boy's eyes locked onto a drain that was underneath the deuterium storage tank.

That might be his ticket to access the lower portion of the facility.

 

[C-02]

Objective 3: Hide And Seek
Location: Drogheda

A path ahead was left clear towards and through the woods. Broken branches, but no signs of fighting. Nothing large broken, no large footprints but it was apparent by the spacing between bootprints, they had been running. Something had been chasing them. But without any marks of a large creature, or some kind of foe, it was hard to see what could have been hunting them down. The trail would lead on through the woods, looking the same as the rest until a piece of cloth would be left hanging on a branch. And just ahead, a body. No pulse, no nothing. Just cold.

Now was sign of a struggle. A blaster cast aside, boot prints splitting up. Something had forced the group apart and one pair of boots did not match others. It was no doubt the princes boots. But why would they have split up? The only way they could is examining the body, do get some kind of clue. Something seemed very off with it to anyone passing, as the eyes would still be open. As if the body, still and not breathing was still alive...

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The prince struggled where he was bound, in the chair. The area was slowly coming to light, it seemed like a...cave? Dark walls all around. There seemed to be a flicker...no a shimmer at points on the cave walls. And still, there were figures. He counted five, all bound to chairs similar to him...no there was something more. They were just like him. And they all looked to be breathing. But he was the only one conscious. Even if his eyes felt like drooping.

There were steps behind, and he tried to turn. What he saw would stay with him for quite some time; two glowing eyes in the dark with a skeletal figure, and then suddenly they changed to more human eyes and a body, one looking just like him. "Hush now, prince." A hand lifted him by the chin, to look right into the gaze of the impostor. Something stabbed into his neck, and he felt himself tire. "The game begins..." Once more, he was unconscious, just like the others around seemed to be.

[member="Asaraa Vaashe"] [member="Jairdain"] [member="Yuroic Xeraic"] [member="Abigail Meredydd"]

 

[WolfMortum]

Objective One: Eliminate the Blood Cultists.
Post: Four.
Gear: Veiere's Heavy Battle Attire, Promissium Annulos, Lightsabers of Svivren.
Attn: [member="Amarchri Cryo"] l [member="Masaru Varga"] l [member="Vertigo"] l [member="Kiran Arlos"] l [member="Valkren Calderon"]

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The reign of fire lit up the area ahead in flashes of red and green blaster-fire, the Silver Ranger Squad of theirs soon to be backed up by the arrival of [member="Valkren Calderon"], all sought their closest targets and bit down hard as their firearms jolted, kicking back at each volley of energy dispersed from their barrels. Standing near the center of the group, Veiere felt the tension and stress of every Soldier around him as he focused on their numbers, the Force reaching out to each and every one of them, seeking to help keep their heads clear and free from the fear that came with battle.

Lightsaber in hand, he hadn't yet had to use it against one of the creatures that were taking the fight to their people. The Ranger's kept him covered in front while the rest of the group had his sides and his back, the best he could offer without getting in their line of fire was focus on empowering them all with the heightened strength, reflexes and clarity of the mind that he had learned to channel through the flow of life around them all.

"They're falling back!" one of the Rangers shouted, and Veiere could sense the relief of those nearby who had heard him; that relief would soon be followed with courage in their seeming victory, though something didn't seem right about it all. Veiere's first thought was to question why? Was it simply the blaster-fire? Sith Spawn weren't known for being cowards, they held a savage lust for death the likes that ignored the usual instincts you'd find in most natural predators.

"We've got a man down over here!" came another voice from Veiere's left, turning to see that [member="Amarchri Cryo"] was wounded and had seemingly lost consciousness, or perhaps he was dazed, Veiere moved on in closer to ascertain his injuries. "I can help him.." Veiere announced himself, moving to take a knee next to Amarchri and searching him over for where he'd been hit.

"It's his shoulder, he'll live" Veiere confirmed, placing both hands down upon the wounded, bloodied area and apparently being squeamish none for getting the soldiers blood all over him. The jedi may at times look like monks or scholars but they weren't cowards either. Focusing on the the man's upper-body, he seemed to show something of a distant look about him, as if Veiere was listening for something far away from there. Truthfully, he was seeking to identify the flow of the man's life-stream as it carried the energies that strengthened the Force like all things living around them. His heart rate was quick, though it didn't seem to concern the Jedi as Amarchri's body would be offered the strength from Veiere's own. The transferral of spiritual energy used to empower and quicken the natural bodies healing process, in this case with the pressure placed down over his wound, Veiere sought to stop the bleeding and calm the Soldiers mind. Perhaps even enough to awaken him.

"He'll need to be seen by a medic, I don't have a kit on me..." he finally said, not knowing whether the shoulder had taken in any foreign bodies like a claw or a tooth of one of their foes. He wasn't much of a doctor but through the Force he could keep the man alive and strong beyond the need of any kind of medical procedure.

 

[Sor-Jan Xantha]

BRING YOUR OWN OBJECTIVE PRESENTS​

MANDO GEAR SOLID​

DROGHEDA
MOUNT MERU > ORE PROCESSING STATION

The small clone slid down the inside of the drainage tunnel.

A steady trickle of water ran down the center of shaft, as moisture permeated through the natural rock of the mountain. Climbing up a rusted maintenance ladder, the youngling crawled up to peer from behind the grating that was recessed into the floor of whatever was above. Through the metal slats, the boy could make out tanks -- like cloning cylinders -- filled with some kind of red chemical.

Gently, the boy pushed up against the grate. There was a quiet scraping sound as it lifted out of the way, allowing the boy's head to poke out as he started to ease his way from out of the drainage pipe.

The cigarette smoking man was at a computer terminal toward one side of the vaulted chamber. A flash of blue light sparked across the room, the sound of the stun bolt echoing off the walls before the man slumped over the controls. Returning the PPK to the holster over his hip, the young clone broke into a jog as he crossed over to where the man had been accessing the terminal.

The man's unconscious body was pushed over, tumbling to the floor as the boy started to bring up a quick inventory. There was not a lot of information available that made a lot of sense to him. A lot of chemical equations and math that was recognizable only for a handful of the symbols in use.

The cultist comlink frequency pinged with a new message. Simultaneously, Three's wrist comlink and the one in the cigarette smoking man's pocket could be heard to announce:

"Status report? Are those new Sithspawn ready yet?"

They were making Sithspawn? Turning his head, the boy looked around. There had to be a hundred canisters in this chamber. Some of them starting to move. If these canisters were to unleash their contents, the cultists would have a veritable army on the planet. Which was likely why they were eager to activate Phase II. Reinforcements against the Jedi.

Pushing away from the terminal, the boy started looking around. For what? He wasn't really sure. Not yet, anyway. He was just looking for ideas. He hadn't brought any thermal detonators with him, but he needed a way to incinerate these experiments...

Some of the liquid tanks connected to the canisters had warning symbols on them, indicating that it was flammable. Slinging the DC15S from off his back, the boy ducked his head as he whipped the harness strap from off his shoulder, freeing himself of the rifle. Flipping the weapon over on it's side, the clone turned the power selector switch to high and then flipped the carbine over and jammed the firing pin.

There was steadily increasing hum generated by the blaster as the weapon began to overload.

Breaking into a dash, the small clone hooked the carbine in a low throw that slid the blaster across the floor. It landed right beneath one of the tanks, as Three dove feet-first down the drain pipe. Water splashed as the boy landed in a wild slide down the pipe.

 

[Valkren Calderon]

Objective: One - Cultists​

Location: Drogheda - Arriving to Allied Forces
Assets: 1st Ranger Special Tactics Unit

Commander Calderon and his small team arrived shortly, but made themselves known immediately. They swerved through the line of rangers carefully as to not interfere with any line-of-sights towards their enemies. The maneuvered their way to the front of the battle line, blaster rifles firing as soon as they reached it. Each ranger picked a specific target, and as it seemed they were already turning away and onto one another-they'd step further out in front of the rest, attempting to pick out any retreating cultists or stray sithspawn.

"Lowder! Jedi said the kid needs help, help him!" Valkren said this in-between shots, being sure to focus in on his next target as not to shoot wide and hit a civilian beyond them.

"On it boss," Specialist Lowder followed his statement by lowering his weapon and turning right around, moving to where [member="Amarchri Cryo"] had fallen at. The specialist slid to a knee beside the officer and began to remove the kit from his back.

Valkren looked over his shoulder plate momentarily, spotting several familiar faces. Everyone looked like they had seen better days.

"We'll advance into the city and root out any cultists still hanging around. If anyone else wants to support then come on. I think everyone else needs to check in with a medic." After that, Valkren turned around and nodded forward, urging the trio of rangers from his group to move up further. They moved at a quickened pace with their weapons ready, leaving everyone and their own medic to their own devices.

[member="Masaru Varga"] | [member="Kiran Arlos"] | [member="Veiere Arenais"] | [member="Vertigo"]

 

[Abigail Meredydd]

Objective 3: Find the prince
Location: Woods - near speeder
Allies: [member="Yuroic Xeraic"] || [member="Jairdain"] || [member="Asaraa Vaashe"]
Enemies: [member="C-02"] aka Mister Carbon Dioxide


After everyone had welcomed her, she gave them all a polite nod. Abigail was glad her help was accepted, as that meant she hadn't come all this way for nothing.

The small party consisted of a Jedi Knight named Yuroic, a woman, Jairdain, who she had seen before in Alex's garden and a child who Abigail guessed to be the Padawan of either Yuroic or Jairdain.

Now that she looked at Jairdain once more, she recognised her. She remembered seeing her before, but she also remembered that the circumstances hadn't been great which seemed to be the case today as well. It was still nice to see a familiar face here though, even if she barely knew her.

"I've heard your name quite a few times, so it is indeed nice to finally properly meet you, Jairdain. Unfortunately, it seems our paths always cross under... unpleasant circumstances."

Abigail then proceeded to follow the others as they moved into the woods. Staying silent while the others spoke their minds, Abigail observed the scene around Asaraa as the kid investigated the speeder.

"I'd say the how and why are equally important. One tells us what might have happened and where the prince might be, while the other tells us what we can expect, and more specifically, whether the plans of who or whatever did this involve a living prince- or a dead one."

Her eyes darted over to Asaraa the moment the girl raised her arm.

"Impressive", she said towards her with a kind smile. "Now let's find out what we're dealing with."

 

[WelshGuy]

Yuroic looked over to Jairdain and Asaraa as they both seemed to dismiss his questions a little, but Abigail had his back. "See, I like her! She agrees with my opinion!" Yuroic smirked somewhat. "It is important to know why they took him, if they wanted him dead then he would be already. This could all be leading to a trap, someone wanting to draw us in and attack us unaware. How they took him is important too. He was with others, on a speeder, how did they stop the speeder, overpower the guards and kidnap the Prince. This is all things we need to consider as it will paint a more detailed image of the people we could encounter. They are clearly not the blood cultists but neither are they working for the cultists."

Examining the speeder, Yuroic spotted the sabotage. Scratching his chin, he noticed the very obvious trail marks that were heading in the same direction that Asaraa was pointing. "No. This is clearly a trap, this speeder was sabotaged before it left the palace, these marks. They are too obvious, if these people are skilled enough to know which speeder to sabotage, how to do so without being so obvious to the guards and overpower the guards, they wouldn't have left a trail this obvious." Yuroic shook his head, something was definitely off by all this.

Drawing his bow, Yuroic kept his eyes sharp on the surroundings as he lead the charge. Signalling to the others to be on the cautious side and to try keeping the noise down. His heart thumped as he tried figuring out why someone would kidnap a prince just to draw out Jedi, surely they would rather a nice ransom instead. Yuroic had a gut instinct that something was sinister was afoot.

[member="Jairdain"] | [member="Asaraa Vaashe"] | [member="Abigail Meredydd"] | [member="C-02"]