Blue Milk Run - SJO Dominion of the Terrijo Hex

[Kaili Brand]

Location: Treeline Overwatch
Team:[member='Ostdern Mastogar'], [member='Asaraa Vaashe']

“Yes ma'am...” Kaili mumbled to himself, getting up from the drivers seat and clambering to the back mounted canon. The ground was flat enough he didn’t bother with the the trucks E-brake, leaving the engine to hover in neutral. Probably better that way anyway, if only if because Mastogar or Vaashe could take the wheel in case of an emergency.

Kaili wasn’t particularly skilled with blasters of any sort. Really the first one he’d ever even held was strapped to his hip currently. But he was fairly sure that the heavy blaster he was currently turning towards the house through the trees had more than enough fire power to compensate for that. That was one nice thing he had to give to the Silver Jedi, they never seemed to have a shortage of excessive fire power. Having enough heavy ordinance to feel like he could smash a star destroyer to atoms was kind of the best way to ease his creeping sensation of nervousness.

 

[Allyson Locke]

Location: Briefing
Objective: Heug Walker

Admiral King spoke and laid out what their plan was for the most part. She nodded when he addressed her. She had heard about the Berserkers, they were nothing to laugh at. The fact that he suggested them as her team, made the Corellian gulp - this was a lot more than she had expected. Either way, she was going to be just fine. Nervous chuckling as the Admiral faded out of the call and Allyson was left with the others. “Well guess it's time to prepare, gonna get myself familiar with the IATs - going to see if I can use them without a pilot. Keep anyone from getting hurt.”

Allyson left the briefing and busied herself with the necessary preparations.

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It felt like yesterday that she had discussed their course of action with [member="Kiso"] and [member="Jessica Med-Beq"]. Today was the day she was going to lead the strike team towards the giant walker. The berserker squad that was with her chatted among themselves and she stood with her custom power suit. This was going to be something she could fully stretch its legs with - excitement caught her throat as she watched the titanic machine draw nearer.

Getting close to the drop point, Allyson waved her hand and uploaded a holomap she had made during the lead up. The holomap was marked with their drop point and the path they were going to be taking. Kiso and Jessica was also given the holomap.

Quick briefing, “The map you were uploaded has our points of interest, the strike team with me along with Kiso. We'll be using the IATs to make some tunnels for Jessica to lay her mines. Ill be controlling the IATs remotely.

She waited for questions then jumped from the transport ready to begin.

 

[Eugen Aker]

Location: Forest just outside Raydu City (Night Time)
Objective: Infiltrate Raydu City and Investigate Cathedral Ship

From the hovering stealth shuttle, it was only a few meters to the ground. With the aid of TK, Jyoti glided down effortlessly like a feather, landing with only the smallest rustle of dead leaves.

She felt Josh right behind her, then sort of...didn't as he landed with her. She looked off to her side, squinting. The onboard sensors of her helmet didn't pick up on him, but she could feel him there.

Very slowly, she extended an closed fist...to nudge him on the shoulder.

<Neat trick> she told him telepathically.

She assumed she was now being affected by the White Current, one of the most powerful illusionary techniques known. However she had already been in a heightened state tracking Josh before he cast his illusion in close proximity, she could still detect him. Just with like conventional stealth tech, White Current wasn't a silver bullet for everything. It may have been a different story if he had been shrouded out in the forest before her arrival.

"Sparrow to Dark Star," she called over encrypted comms to the shuttle crew. "How copy?"

"Crystal clear on our end," a Ranger replied.

"Good, me and Drake made it down safe and sound. Now requesting overwatch."

"Copy that, establishing orbit."

The shuttle ascended from the canopy for a much higher altitude well above the cloudline to looking over the Jedi team as well as the city itself. Lots of bodies had been detected outside the city walls on their way down, so there would be no cakewalk to the wall, even with their fancy stealth tech and space magic. The capabilities the opposition was unknown, so they had to be cautious.

"Orbit established, you should be getting our feed now."

A small tracking map occurred on the bottom right of her HUD, pointing out all large moving masses with gold tick marks.

<Okay, let's get moving.>

She pressed forward, careful not to disturb any brush on the ground, or snag against any branches. All the while, she remained vigilant in checking her surroundings.

[member="Josh DragonsFlame"]

 

[Josh Dragovalor]

Location: Forest just outside Raydu City (Night Time)
Objective: Infiltrate Raydu City and Investigate Cathedral Ship
Partner: Grandbooty Nooran

Using Force Flight to slow his descent, Josh would land without a sound despite his size. Taking a deep breath, he closed his eyes and took a moment to take in the atmosphere of the planet's surface around him. When his eyes opened, his gaze showed focus and determination. Though one thing he didn't expect was for the Grandmaster to tap him on the shoulder soon after he felt her voice sound in his head.

<I had to find a new one when you took the "being cute" trick for yourself>

Interesting. He had spent years since he had left the Republic perfecting his use of the White Current, but while it had it's weaknesses, being able to be sensed by someone without Current Perception was not one of them. So when Jyoti was able to find him, he turned and stared at her for a moment, but otherwise shrugged it off. He was sure she had her ways. She wouldn't be the Grandmaster otherwise. Josh would let Jyoti give her briefing to their backup team as he watched the ships move while Jyoti made preparations.

Once the Grandmaster gave the signal to get moving, he nodded his head in turn, regardless of whether she could see him or not.

<Affirmative, Ma'am.>

He moved behind her, watching his footing as he went. While Josh had a bit more leeway than Jyoti right now, he didn't want to draw attention to her either with sounds. But this would be easier said than done - the both of them were fairly built and tall Jedi. They were built for combat, not stealth. But Josh had learned to the best of his abilities.

[member="Jyoti Nooran"]

 

[Drystan Marakos]

Location: The Planet Gashu
Objective: Locate the source of a distress beacon
- In Command -
Contact Team: @Iakchi [member="Hyonu Ye"]
Support Team: [member="Ostdern Mastogar"] [member="Kaili Brand"] [member="Asaraa Vaashe"]
Overwatch: [member="Zak Dymo"] [member="Rick Kaloo"] [member="Finley Dawson"]
OP-For: [member="Saka Amara"] [member="Ravenfire"] [member="Supernal Clarity"]

Drystan met the old man a few yards from the Skyfall jeep, flanked by Iakchi. She had nodded, concealing a smirk at Hyonu's insistance that he remain with the vehicle, but she assumed (correctly, it seemed) that his curiousity would get the best of him. Her own curiousity had piqued at what they'd found upon their arrival at their destination. On her approach to meet the native, she'd quickly scanned the area, noting the state of the grounds; the vibrant emerald hues of normal life they'd witnessed on approach had faded into dull, earthy tones of brown & yellow. A number of trees had begun to droop, and the grass seemed withered. Though she couldn't entirely see the pastures or the rest of the homestead, she noticed there were no farm animals present... nor were there any sounds of such. It was eerily quiet.

She waited until the man had finished speaking, then introduced her companions - somewhat relieved when Hyonu's voice came from closer than she'd anticipated, mentioning his skills in medicine. She nodded to the old man, who'd introduced himself as "Shen" and welcomed them. "Thank you for the welcome... My name is Drystan Marakos, and these are my friends. We come in peace, seeking to help someone in need." She indicated the Wookie, which the taller man had noticed, and the doctor, who's hesitant voice followed an awkward appearance of his head & shoulders.

Drystan smiled, eyeing the old farmer carefully... and stretching through the Force. She became quiet for a moment & quite still, sending out seeking tendrils which caressed the ground... the air... and the denizens of this unadvanced world.

The stillness of the place, with its cheery afternoon sunlight slowly fading beneath the horizon, made her uneasy.

There was rot... Everywhere.

Her nostrils curled imperceptibly - like granite, her face had become, betraying nothing.

She could feel no sense of life nearby, other than the strong & expected vibrancy which betrayed the presence of humanoids in the house beyond. The air she & her companions breathed tasted stale; the gritty flavor of dust from their approach had settled on her tongue and in her nose, but it tasted & smelled like ash. The grass was turning, as-if it had been covered by a layer of snow and starved for oxygen. The many trees, some of which she could not recognize, were dull. Everything was dying... except for Him.

And she knew all of this before she spoke again:

"We come from a place off-world. A long time ago, we believe you received a beacon, as a gift, from some friends... Friends who could help you, in a time of need. Do you know of this beacon?" Her voice was measured; a melody to the ears. To her companions, there was a tremor from within The Force as they sensed this... lullaby. Not quite a Mind Trick, but hypnotic, graceful, and secret.

 

[Supernal Clarity]

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Three.​

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Three.​

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Blinking in the dusty haze, "Shen" (who's name no longer mattered) drew his gaze across the aliens which had come, as promised.​

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She had been right, he knew.​

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The wheeled wag they'd arrived upon sat clicking, cooling in the silence. The largest, a great hairy beast, would have given the old man pause had he been of his right mind, but now warranted only a cursory glance. That-Which-Looked recognized the creature in some faraway fashion, but casually disregarded its' presence. The hairy thing's strength & presence would not save it. ​

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The woman (for That-Which-Looked recognized it as female) was also inconsequential. She appeared as Shen did, or as his wife & children had, but her steady haze saw only what she'd hoped to see - a simple farmer. The allure of her beauty, in the past, might have drawn Shen to take her to bed, be-damned his wife, but physical desires meant nothing now. He saw they were armed, but their weaponry was useless.​

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And then... The Third.​

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A tiny squeak of a voice, weak and trembling, crawled from a sudden mouth.​

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And when That-Which-Looked saw, it was pleased. ​

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The "Doctor" offered assistance, and Shen gave the smallest of smiles; his lifeless eyes betrayed nothing, expectedly the eyes of a lifetime of hard living. "Aye, that'd be us..." He spoke, reaching up to remove his old hat from a sweat-stained brow. He drew his dirty sleeve across his forehead - natural as could be - then replaced it. "I know... What... you are... and I don't care where ya come from." He shifted his weight, pointing up toward the house with an old, bony appendage. He might have been in his 70's, well into old age, and he possessed a number of scars & pockmarks on his visible flesh. It was clear he had some form of melanoma.​

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"My wife's been sick for nearly a week... our whole pasture's died, and we lost our last head a' cattle. The little ones are inside... watchin' over their momma." ​

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Without saying another word, he turned and began walking away from the trio, up the small hill, toward the old house.​

 

[Dusaro Dresari]

Location: With [member="Allyson Locke"] and co.
Objective: Walker 'Dissassembly'

Some times, it was truely hard for images to get across scale. Dusaro had seen some pretty darn big machines and fortresses in his time, some big ships too. That was normal, everyday things though. But the holovids and images showed him a walker bigger than he thought could reasonably be made to sustain its own weight. Titanic as it was, he was impressed it actually 'moved' and didn't just stand still. It looked bigger than most Heavy Cruisers for crying out loud! And that was exactly why he loved it. It was a crazy, insane even, piece of war machinery that existed seemingly to just defy the phrase 'bigger is not always better'. Deep down he found some crude appreciation for that kind of thinking. 'We shouldn't, but we will any ways.' Was probably somewhere on the design documents for this thing he was sure.

"So, this question has been bugging me, but... How tall is that thing exactly? What is our best estimate?" Surely they had estimates by now in at least and given that they might end up having to scale the thing, it was information that might actually come in handy. Beyond that, he didn't really have much to add, just staying strapped in and ready to go.

 

[Jessica Med-Beq]

Location: Terrijo
Allies: [member="Dusaro Dresari"] [member="Elijah King"] [member="Kiso"] [member="Allyson Locke"]
Enemies: Giant kilometer-sized walker

"All units: until the mines have detonated underneath the walker's trajectory, keep moving after you fire! Artillery, aim for the leg joints, stay in the rear corner, lay down some fire; it's a clay-footed opponent"

"Sappers are moving into position, general"

The units under her command spent the days after the briefing getting into position to fight the walker; however, she knew the only similarity to the Rift Campaign was that the enemy was going to be trapped from underneath. If only I actually had control over even one or two of those IATs... I would have refitted two of them with mine-laying devices, one for each leg, Jessica thought, while IATs were welcome for sappers; she also realized that minefields were hazards that subsist long after the engagement ends. Luckily the artillery she brought in tow to distract the topmost units were already loaded with ionic tandem charges and that they could, hopefully, release at least part of the ionic payload inside the shield, and maybe, in the case of HVCs, penetrate outright; she could not afford to close in until the mobility kill would be scored, or even the firepower kills. She also estimated that she could get a few volleys of ionic fire in before the walker could successfully turn around and start targeting her. But, while the artillery was firing a volley of heavy ionic ionic charges of several varieties, the sappers underneath would know they are closing in on the target if they feel loud thuds from above; then they would know where to lay the mines, which were armed a few seconds after they vacated the area.

 

[Rick Kaloo]

Location: Essex-class starfighter killer escorting the Divinity
In Relative Proximity: [member="Asaraa Vaashe"], [member="Drystan Marakos"], [member="Finley Dawson"], [member="Kaili Brand"], [member="Zak Dymo"], etc.
Equipment: LPD-17 Hammerstrike Grenade Launcher with drum magazine, everything listed in bio

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Suddenly, the disabled comms crackled, and came back to life.​

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"The hell was that?" exclaimed Rick. None of his crew could answer him, so the question was left to drift throughout the ship. He returned to the scanner arrays, and looked for the data he had received on the beacon's location. However, it had changed drastically. Instead of the horrific scene, some sort of disturbance in the Force, the image now displayed was that of a run-down farmhouse, right at the epicenter of the disturbance in the old picture.

"Descend another two kilometers, be prepared to land if necessary." ordered Rick. The corvette began to dip downward, diving through layers of clouds, heading toward the approximate location of the beacon.

Then, Rick addressed the medic, [member="Zak Dymo"], onboard his corvette. "Stay alert, your skills might be necessary soon. Whether you're healing refugees or our own men, you'll be busy in no time." advised Rick.

Soon, Rick would find exactly what was disturbing this planet.

 

[Sigrid Forsberg]

Objective: Escort

A few years ago, if someone told her that she was going to take a giant metal worm underground to board an even larger iron giant the size of a mountain, then she would have asked how much mead they had drunk. Yet, here she was, getting briefed by a tiny Jedi girl that they were about to do the above.

She could have scarcely believed it, had she not seen it with her own eyes on the way down to the surface. Taking something like down would be the stuff of legends, another grand tale to share with her clan.

Stepping forward, she came face to face with the Jedi Commander. Sort of, the girl barely came up to her midsection.

"I heard that you want to also use these...walkers to plant mines. How much separation will there be between the demolition team boarding and the minefields? I would feel comfortable with at least 50 or a 100 kilometers of separation."

Because of its sheer size, the walker was making excellent speed through the forest. She wanted at least an hour or two separation between her berserkers and the minefields so they could have enough time to bail the walker in case they had to rely on the mines instead.

[member="Dusaro Dresari"] [member="Allyson Locke"] [member="Jessica Med-Beq"] [member="Kiso"]

 

[Drystan Marakos]

[SIZE=9pt]Location: The Planet Gashu[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]Objective: Locate the source of a distress beacon[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]- In Command - [/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]Contact Team: [member="Iakchi"] [member="Hyonu Ye"][/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] [/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]Support Team: [member="Ostdern Mastogar"] [member="Kaili Brand"] [member="Asaraa Vaashe"] [/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]Overwatch: [member="Zak Dymo"] [member="Rick Kaloo"] [member="Finley Dawson"][/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]OP-For: [member="Saka Amara"] [member="Ravenfire"] [member="Supernal Clarity"][/SIZE]

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[SIZE=9pt]The abrupt ending to the brief interaction visibly turned Drystan's face, and she turned to glance at her companions, eyebrows expressing all that needed to be said. [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]"You're with me, Doctor."[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] She said, then turned her attention to @Iakshi, her face serious. Her fellow Jedi Knight could immediately sense her concern, and a moment of unspoken communication was shared between them: [/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]Stay Here. Have a look around. I don't like this. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]And then, she was stepping off, not checking behind - expecting, of course, that Hyonu would be at her heels. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]Walking up the hill, Drystan could feel the dirt shifting beneath her feet - it was sandy & loose in places, and she crossed a small thicket of dead reeds (which, oddly, might have acted as a fence were it made by-hand). Her lightsaber remain strapped to her left thigh in its' ever-present & easily accessible holster, and her jumpsuit with its' utility belt and light armor stood out well against the natural earth. She approached, climbing up the steps... noting as she did how quickly the temperature dropped as she entered shade. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]She did not hesitate, stepping through the dark portal. [/SIZE]

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[SIZE=9pt]“Light thinks it travels faster than anything but it is wrong. No matter how fast light travels, it finds the darkness has always got there first, and is waiting for it.”[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]― [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]Terry Pratchett, [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]Reaper Man[/SIZE]

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[SIZE=9pt]The house was... cold. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]Colder than it should have been. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]Tiny dustmotes danced like little faeries through shafts of sunlight, punctuating a dimly lit interior which was in disarray. The windows were stained, and some had been shattered long ago - immediately underfoot, she did not feel the unmistakable resistance-than-give of glass cracking under her weight, but she expected elsewhere in the house, the floor was littered with it. Many things which had once adorned the walls now adorned the floor. One of the chairs had been nearly shredded, as-if by a rapid animal. Old jars, with their insides stained, had been upended, and some had fallen. The room smelled stale with a twinge of manure. A mattress, of primitive but recognizable make, bad been curled against one wall, falling in upon itself. The kitchen (if you could call it that) was dark & foreboding... and, moving on autopilot, Drystan stopped half-way between the entrance & the stairwell toward-which she was heading. The old man was disappearing upstairs, even now. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]She stared into the placid waters, a faraway look in her eye... [/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]then blinked, visibly frowning, before continuing upstairs. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]She was already considering radioing the Support Team and requesting an evac - on standby.[/SIZE]

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[SIZE=9pt](Outside)[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]- The wooded edge of the property -[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]The stillness had traveled as far from the house as the strip of wooded land where their friends, [member="Ostdern Mastogar"], [member="Kaili Brand"] & [member="Asaraa Vaashe"][/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] lay in wait. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]Asaraa, with her powerful sniper's rifle, could see much - a decent sniper's position. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]If they remained on-site for another few short hours, it would begin to get dark. The [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]Skyfall[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] gun truck possessed its' own onboard survival equipment alongside its' heavy repeater, including a powerful Comms-Uplink which connected deployed vehicles with their mothership - in this case, The Divinity. There weren't many things moving in the dead leaves, or high in the trees. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]In the distance, indeterminable through the trees, there came a long, low, mournful howl.[/SIZE]

 

[Eugen Aker]

Location: Forest just outside Raydu City (Night Time)
Objective: Infiltrate Raydu City and Investigate Cathedral Ship

Ever the cheeky one, Josh hit her with one of his classic "yes ma'ams". On one hand, she knew that he didn't really mean it, but on the other, she enjoyed her top subordinate addressing her properly.

<I see you learned some manners. Too bad you didn't learn some better pickup lines, though. I suppose that's why you're stuck with Sith girlfriends.>

Josh's track record with other Force Sensitives of questionable was almost a meme at this point. The Echani being a Shadow, like to grumble a lot about it, but as long as he wasn't bumping shoulders with hardcore Ren or Sith from the FO or SE, respectively, then she could tolerate things. Barely.

<Pius Dea, I still find it crazy that a group like that ever existed, and worse, actually controlled the Republic for the better part of the millennia. Non-Humans had been some of the original founders of the Republic. I shudder to think how I would have fared then.>

Echani were near humans, but their appearance and culture ways were alien enough to make them distinct enough to make them a target for discrimination. It wasn't outside the realm of possibility. Primitive humans used to despise each other over differences in melanin content of their skin.

Hatred could bloom from the pettiest of things.

[member="Josh DragonsFlame"]

 

[Josh Dragovalor]

Location: Forest just outside Raydu City (Night Time)
Objective: Infiltrate Raydu City and Investigate Cathedral Ship
Partner: Grandbooty Nooran

<You wound me, I thought that one was pretty good>

The Jedi let out a quiet, yet still very purposely overdramatized sigh just next to Jyoti's ear.

<Back to the drawing board, then. And I mean, I was married to a Grandmaster for awhile, I was starting to think I was good with them... At least until you became unable to take a hint and the Sith Girls Clan attacked>

Perfectly capable of making light of his "Sith girls" meme, Josh would simply shake his head in mock amusement as he continued to move behind the Grandmaster while they made their way forward.

<People who do not learn from history are doomed to repeat it. Sadly, history seems to continue repeating itself over and over again. Especially in regards to the Republic>

He wasn't shy to express how he felt about current matters. Though he did try to keep the bolder ones to just Jyoti, if he could. No point in the Master Of The Order raising ire... Though he would do it in a heartbeat without care if it wouldn't be a problem to others beside himself.

[member="Jyoti Nooran"]

 

[Allyson Locke]

Allyson feeling quite proud of her plan paused for a moment when a woman stepped forward. Blinking quickly, the Corellian found herself staring at the belt of the armor and then slowly raised her head till the back of it touched the base of her neck. Was this how Charlie felt every day? Took Allyson a moment to regain her thought process and she nodded slowly.

“There’s going to be a good time frame between us and the demolition team.” Allyson wasn’t the type to want be on the receiving end of an explosion. She smiled at the Captain. “Alright let’s get going if there’s no more questions.”

Gathering the group didn’t take long, looking around it seemed the boarding party was pretty much ready to go. The others that were set up to drop the mines made their way to their IATs. Allyson opened the hatch of the boarding party’s and climbed in. She made her way to the command seat and began to flip switches and get herself familiar with everything. She wasn’t going to be piloting in the traditional sense, but it was going to be enough to get them going.

Once everyone was boarded, the IATs controlled through the Force by Commander Locke, began their burrow towards the massive walker. Today was about to get rather interesting.


[member="Dusaro Dresari"] [member="Sigrid Forsberg"] [member="Jessica Med-Beq"] [member="Kiso"]

 

[Eugen Aker]

Location: Forest just outside Raydu City (Night Time)
Objective: Infiltrate Raydu City and Investigate Cathedral Ship

<If I recall, it was Shmi who made the move on you, no?>

It was one thing to drop hints of affection, but Josh might as well have just hit her with a power hammer. Jyoti, used to more subtle courting, just took it all as part of his usual banter with her.

The talk grew more serious as they recounted history, reminding her of his skepticism of any Republic. She wasn't quite as jaded as him, but she certainly carried her share of disappointments about the failures of various republics and democracies within only the span of a few years, usually co-opted by some flavor of a tyrant.

It made her wonder if there really was a place for a new republic in this day and age.

<That's part of the problem I think. If the records are true, then these guys lived isolated on this planet for centuries on only a diet of xenophobic propaganda. It's honestly a wonder something like this only happened now.>

By now they were close to the walls of the city as they continued to avoid any sentient or large animals in the vicinity. Through the trees, she could pick out the giant wall stone wall that surrounded Raydu, as well as the peaks of the Cathedral ship. It was hard not to miss, all the visible spires lit up like life-day trees.

<We'll be hitting the wall soon. I think our best bet is to scale them with grappling hooks rather than trying to sneak through the entrance or sewers. Think you can extend that lovely White Current yours over me as well?>

[member="Josh DragonsFlame"]

 

[Kiso]

Location: Drop ship making it's way to Gessbenna City
Objective: follow flying mec fly
Post: 4
Peps: [member="Allyson Locke"] [member="Jessica Med-Beq"]

Kiso followed silently behind Allyson as they prepared to take off, a somewhat stern face on the woman as the wiring sound of the engines came to fold but it was not due to the mission. Earlier Allyson had sated she had ‘only’ heard good things about Kisos military experience, even referring to her old defunct Ancient Eye ranking even if her place was now a luitentent among the rangers. Being her military corubutino to the SJO had been only two skirmish so far there was not a whole lot to know about.

This was something that made the cyborg a little worried, if she knew of her past rank and military experience that meant she was aware of the Ancient Eye and what they had done in their conquest of the outerim. There was always the possibility Alyson knew about the killings and what most would say genocide of the local inhabitants and the Sith Lords goal to suppress all opposition on the world.

Hopefully such was wrong but one could never be careful, for now she had this mission to take care of, some new women [member="Sigrid Forsberg"] if her data banks were right joining the mission at the last second. “Make sure to get a goood picture of it, there is always a chance this thing won’t be standing later today”.

 

[Zak Dymo]

Location: Essex-class starfighter killer (this thing needs a name)
With: [member="Rick Kaloo"]
Equipment: Robes | MedKit | Lightsaber | Wristlink

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The young Nautolan gave a nod as the Mon Calamari spoke.

tl;dr: be prepared. Minus the Lion King musical number. Though, Zak would have no objections to someone spinning the dubstep. At least for while there was no healing to be done.

"'S why I'm here, brah," the youngling chirped, his head-tails bouncing as the boy flashed the Mon Calamari a bright smile. The abyssal eyes of the Nautolan did not sparkle, though the enigmatic swirls that could be made out within the inky darkness moved with a sort of dance of their own.

Walking over to one of the bay-like windows on the bridge, the boy pressed the flats of his hands down on the windowsill in order to lift himself up to where he could peer out of ship to the world below. His feet, several inches off the floor, swung idly as he held himself up for a few moments.

Popping back to the deck, the boy turned to look over at Captain Rick. "Any word from the folks on the ground?"

 

[Kaili Brand]

Team: [member=Ostdern Mastogar], [member=Asaraa Vaashe]
Location: Treeline overwatch
Kaili sat as patiently in the gunners seat as he could, glaring daggers at the house. He was half tempted to let fly another complaint about the planet’s general lack of anything and the creeping sensation it ran along his every nerve but decided against it. The two other padawans had sat through such things enough on the drive over to this force forsaken hovel and too much talking would probably do them no favors.

Speaking of the padawans, Kaili spared a moment to glance over his teammates. He was fairly sure Asaraa had not actually moved since laying down. Like, at all. A steely focus had just sort of fell over her naturally as she focused on whatever she was currently pointing her rifle at. If he could call it that. The rifle she had didn’t look a thing like any blaster rifle he’d ever seen, though that was admittedly not that many.

Ostdern was the decidedly easier jedi to look at, if only for the fact Kaili was sure he was actually breathed from time to time. He had settled close to the tree line, lightsaber pike in hand and body coiled like a spring. Kaili was half tempted to comm him and ask what even his plan was. Run across the field swinging the thing like a mad man until he hit the house while Kaili and Asaraa poured fire into the thing? It almost made him laugh until he remember the young man was a jedi. That probably WAS the plan and despite everything Kaili knew about terrible ideas it would probably work fairly effectively.

He stifled a sigh, being too resigned to some of the stranger aspects of his new life to be too surprised right now, and turned his attention back to the house. The contact team had neared the house and Marakos was speaking to its presumed owner. Something about the man seemed...off. The way he stood reminded Kaili of when his sister was dazed out of her mind on spice back home, neck and spine willowing slightly against his own movements yet with an alien rigidness keeping it together.

Kaili shook the thought away, deciding his eyes were just playing tricks on him. “...they’re headed inside...” Kaili said quietly, despite the fact his two companions could see that perfectly well on their own. “...See anything on that second floor Vaashe?” He asked, clicking the safety off the heavy blaster. “Er uh...Miss Vaashe I mean...” He added hastily correcting himself, ignoring as some of the local wildlife decided to make its presence know somewhere off in the distance (he hoped anyway).

 

[Allyson Locke]

Objective: Kidnap the Robot

The ride didn’t take as long as Allyson had expected it to take. The IATs burrowed quickly and moved through the ground as if it was water. She made sure to have them burrow deep enough so that the tunnels remained invisible to the naked eye. If their plan was noticed, things could get messy. The IAT that was being controlled by Allyson moved past the walker, the Corellian could feel the different electromagnetic field it was giving off compared to the IATs.

Getting a good distance behind the IAT, it emerged from the ground and kept a steady pace. They had to get close enough to get onto the thing, but not too close to call attention to them. Like King said, the defense system seemed reactionary, if they could keep their position unknown maybe, they could make this nice and easy for them. Allyson grabbed her gear, her armor, especially the small slicer spiders her cousin designed. She crawled out of the hatch and waited for the others.

Staring up at the giant walker, she sighed softly. It was a beautiful machine, was a terrible thing that it was being used for terrible reasons. The IAT that carried her, [member="Kiso"], [member="Sigrid Forsberg"] and the Berserkers grew close enough for them to use grappling cords to get aboard. Raising her arm, she shot the small latch and just like Elijah had said, there was no reaction to the attempt. “Well that’s good.” Suddenly, she was launched forward using the momentum of the cord with the rest she swung slowly rising with the movement of the walker. Looking up, they needed to get to get closer to the head area. Talking over direct comms, Allyson spoke.

<I don’t feel anything where we are, I want to get closer – eh look for a cockpit or something that could house a pilot?> Thinking, she looked up and groaned. This thing was way too big to have just a pilot. <A bridge, look for a bridge there has to be a group running this thing...> Something didn’t feel right, something was off about the machine they were scaling. A hand reached back and pulled a small capsule that housed one of her spiders, she needed eyes farther up. The small spider emerged and began to scale the walker, using Mechu Deru she was able to control the machine and collect its readings through the Force.

Hopefully, [member="Jessica Med-Beq"] wasn't planning to blow things up too early - they needed to get farther up the machine before the fireworks started.

 

[Dusaro Dresari]

Objective: Dont Fall

This ride was not the same kind of ride Dusaro was used to when he was on a walker. For one thing, it moved 'through' the ground, burrowing through it. It wasn't often Dusaro got to experince new things for stuff like this, so he took the chance to get familiar with their ride and all its accessories, capabilities and the like. Ten blaster cannons along the body segment, four turrets on the head and two twin cannons on the tail. Suffice to say it was rather well armed for anti-infantry means and could more than likely do a number on light vehicles as well. Armor plating seemed like it would be thick enough to withstand small arms fire, though heavy weapons he was not so sure about.

Dusaros 'geeking out' over this interesting and unique piece of military hardware would be cut short however, as they were close enough to dismount and begin their mission. Dusaro would and use an ascension gun to start the climb up the... Ridiculously tall walker. "Anything that looks like a cockpit huh? Probably gonna be at chest level or higher i imagine. I will swing around and check this things back for an entrance there." Dusaro would do exactly as he had said, swinging around to the back of the walker and securing himself, before starting to climb up the back of it with the ascension gun. It was going to be a long, slow climb that was for sure. If he was able to get into a position where he could see the back of the thing reasonably clearly, he would stop for a moment and concentrate, focusing and using 'magnify sense' to enhance his vision and increase his chance of spotting any areas that might potentially be entrances. 'Course, with the angle and movement of the tall walker, getting a good sight on anything might be just straight up impossible, but it was at least worth a shot he figured. Never know until you try after all.

[member="Allyson Locke"] @Kiso @Jessica Med-Beq