Bomb Queen (Republic dominion of Nixor)

[Syn]

Nixor loomed on the edge of the small Republic fleets sensors. Thanks to Joshua Dragonsflame working undercover with several padawans a band of now a task force was assembled to deal with the problem. This close to the Suns could prove an issue but for the moment as Syn stood on the bridge he spoke to the soldiers and captain. "Make sure the the escaping ships are tracked if you can. We aren't looking to attract to much attention." Then the jedi master turned around and started to walk as he spoke. "Councilor @[member="Joshua DragonsFlame"], @Commander Cody Jorin. Have your people prepared, we have several things that must happen below on the surface."

Then he kept marching securing the plates of the armor with a small smirk. It had proved useful on Metalorn and now while he spoke into his comlink for his padawans. "@[member="Iella E`ron"] and @[member="Lorna Nera"] join up with me. We have things to take care of on the planet. The rest of the jedi with us or soldiers choose and take an objective for the Republic. As the Chancellor says spread Peace and understanding."


OBJECTIVES:

• CAPTURE PIRATES/SMUGGLERS/SLAVERS
• LOCATE AND RESCUE SLAVES
• SECURE STARPORT
• GAIN GOODWILL AMONG THE PEOPLE
• INTERCEPT COMMUNICATIONS WITH MAIN BASE OF OPERATIONS

 

[Lorna Nera]

When the call came in over his comm link Lorna was in the ships very own training room performing pull ups on the bars, his own mind focused and readying itself for the scenario that would pit himself against possibly some rough neck criminals Lorna was moving his body to the musical rhythm of his own inner chaos, as he continued her heard @[member="Syn"] speak through the comms and direct Lorna and some chick to his position, as Lorna finished up he dropped to the ground and walked over to his things.

Grabbing his towel he wiped off the sweat from his body and then placed it in his bag, he then walked over to his locker and secured the bag inside, pulling his duel sabers he placed them on his belt and then grabbed his boots and put them on, finding he looked perfect he walked toward the door and out of the training facilities, Lorna was by birth right a Vortek, which meant he lived for honoring those in his battles, but it also meant he would survive at all costs, and make sure his allies got out alive...he was by all respects a chosen soldier, and he was a die hard in his field, being the first in many ages to consider himself to be a watchman among the order he had obligations to keep others protected.

 

[Soeht]

Aboard the Republic starships, Daella stood ready to join the mission on Nixor. The time in Hyperspace was spent looking out a viewport into the swirling abyss. As usual, she stood alone. She had been told that it was to liberate the planet from outlaws that forcefully took away their freedom as well as some of the broad strokes of the operation.

For the time being, she had been assigned to follow @[member="Joshua DragonsFlame"]’s lead. Despite using a real lightsaber in the Battle of Metalorn, Daella had to return it after the conclusion of the battle. On her clip was her training saber. While not deadly, it had been set to stun people through sharp pain due to electricity.

Remaining in the observation deck, Daella awaited for the signal to fall in line.

 

[Jekk Reth]

Once more, Jekk would undertake a mission in the name of the Republic. Once more, he would attempt to dissuade the corruption of criminals, whilst spreading and upholding the integrity of the Republic. But there was something different this time around; this would be his first outing as a full-fledged Jedi Knight. After the battle of Metalorn, he'd finally been bestowed the prestigious title.

It had been, by far, the greatest accomplishment of Jekk's life. To be recognized and lauded as a member of the Jedi Order and all it entailed... This was a moment Jekk had dreamed of since he was a young Jedi initiate. Of course, he had immediately decided to specialize under the class which most complemented his abilities: a Jedi Guardian. Through this, he hoped to hone his skills with a lightsaber even further.

Jedi robes adjusted comfortably, lightsaber clipped to his belt, Jekk strutted onto the command bridge. His boots clamped on the metal floor as he steadily walked to meet his former master. A firm, yet calm voice would then greet Syn from behind - that of his former padawan. "Master @[member="Syn"], I trust everything is in order, hm?" The Knight proclaimed, smile spread across his face.

 

[Coci Heavenshield]

@[member="Syn"], @[member="Jekk Reth"], @[member="Daella Apparine"], @[member="Lorna Nera"]

Iella prepared once again for the objective, no war this time, but still non the less dangerous. She stood in her quarters ready, with her choice of weapons secured to her belt she wore over her armour. The last thing she attached was her lightsaber. Quickly she gathered her long hair and plaited it, tying the ends and throwing the plait over her shoulder. Her comlink churped directly before the communication from Master Syn.

"On my way Master", she replied and walked out to her quarters ready for the mission. It did not take long to locate him and as she approached, she asked. "Master?, Lorna Nera? who is she? I don't believe I have had the pleasure of meeting her". She gave her Master a smile.

 

[Quenladose]

OBJECTIVES:

• SECURE STARPORT

Quenladose moved along the length of the ship while avoiding mainly being stepped on. A problem when you came up to just about everyone's waist but for the moment while her training sabers made the only sounds on her outfit. She smirked under the veil, it wasn't everyday she got to come out of the temples and help fight to liberate a planet. No as she came into the hanger and stood around the ship that was going to try for the starport... The main starport of the planet the possibly smallest jedi in the order focused on her serenity.

 

[Lorna Nera]

Lorna was en route to where his master was and as he walked with a slick and stubborn pace he glanced around making sure there were adequate places to move, most the crew of this blasted ship scurried about like insects with their wings broken, as he made his way to the locale of his master @[member="Syn"] he scanned the ship with his keen eyes and made sure that the regulations were in toe, he did not want them to forget safety protocol.


Walking into where Syn was he quickly glanced at a nice site, a woman, or girl standing near his master. Lorna was a Vortek so honor and combat go toe to toe yet this was not combat and even so he did not need his mind focused on the mission as if it was to be combative, Lorna was indeed an experienced warrior, he was one warrior with canine instincts and senses and was one who disregarded authority, but also had a sweet taste for beating on would-be opponents, it was his training that made him so ruthless, yet on his own home world he was not trained in the force but rather in guns and that type of weaponry, so as it was he might be the only saber dueling green blood on this mission, and for this fact he will proceed to look at this mission as if it were to be combative.....walking over to @[member="Syn"] and @[member="Iella E`ron"] he smirked at the girl and nodded his head respectfully and looked at the master Master Syn, how good it is to see you again he said as he kept to the respectful formality and then regarded him with a stern gaze.

@Jekk Reth, @Daella Apparine

 

[Josh Dragovalor]

Josh stood beside his fellow Jedi Councilman @[member="Syn"] as he looked at the Knights and Padawans assembled in front of them. He took a deep breath...

"Unless I missed someone else taking that objective.... Syn, I would be happy to lead my team to intercept communications" Josh stated loudly, confidently... He adjusted his Jedi Robes and the near invincible Magnus Armor beneath them... And relaxed. This would be a long fight... But the Jedi could do it as they always had...

@[member="Lorna Nera"]
@[member="Quenladose"]
@[member="Iella E`ron"]
@[member="Daella Apparine"]
@[member="Syn"]

 

[The Wicked Truth]

The twins moved checking their equipment as the number of objectives came. Both daughters of the Willamina clan let their special forces tags a small gift after helping in several fights show. They weren't as famous as Cody Jorin and that was fine, he had done plenty and far more then enough to outshine them. Hell most had their last mission was on Cularin in Zane's campaign where they had been in a crashed transport. "We'll work on the communications as well." The pair spoke in unison letting their bangs hang over one eye to keep from most telling them apart.

 

[Jack Sheltrak]

@[member="Hanna Vondiranach"]

Captain Jack Harkness stood on the bridge of the ship, he had been brought back into the Republic for one reason... The senators were hot and now as he shamelessly puffed his chest out with the trench coat slightly billowing. He looked upon the world and spoke with a smirk letting his hair slightly dip with the rising up his feet to their tip toes and back down again. "Every see anything so pretty? Reminds me of the time I got pregnant... never doing that again."

 

[Samara Galloway]

The underground slave markets of Nixor was said to see upwards to two million slaves bought and sold a year. Though it was a small number in the grand scheme, it was an insulting smell to those like Samara. To not only see such activities happening in large, but that they were brazenly taking place in space that was considered civilized generations ago.

While the others gathered in a larger task force Samara had taken a different path, one that she hoped would undermine the criminal infrastructure. Calling in a favor the Master had secured the services of the self proclaimed Pirate Lord, Henry Lightinger. The Jedi Master walked along the crowded thorough fare next to the pirate. Her hair had been cut shorter and dyed blonde. The clothes she wore, simple but expensive, hugged her curves like a second skin. Henry had claimed her own clothes were too Jedi, but the knowing smile they shared was all about the view he was obviously enjoying.

As they entered yet another holding area Samara looked around to the various slaves on display. One on the far end of the plaza caught the Jedi's attention. It was a small Felacatian, barely a child. A large crowd stood around her and the owner, some discussing the merits of owning her. Sam nodded towards the crowd and lead the way to the back. Coming to within ear shot Samara caught the tail end of a conversation between the seller and a rotund Twi'lek.

"...I had to break this ones will. Felacatians have a nasty habit of transforming into mindless beasts. But if you get them young, and with proper training they can become the most dangerous of fighters."

Samara turned to the pirate, whispering into his ear. "This is sick. That girl is barely old enough to have had her first transformation."

OBJECTIVES

• CAPTURE PIRATES/SMUGGLERS/SLAVERS
• LOCATE AND RESCUE SLAVES

 

[Henry Lightinger]

@[member="Samara Galloway"]

Henry wasn't a stranger to crime. If it wasn't bolted down he'd steal it. He'd even dabbled in drug trafficking once or twice. But the slave trade was where the pirate drew the line. The conditions around him were appalling. Barely above sanitary standards. Taking a look over a human's shoulder Henry scoffed and turned back to the Jedi.

"I fear we may not be able to save them all Samara. Slaves like the cat will sell fast, and could be off this planet before the Republic can secure the spaceports."

 

[Jorin]

@[member="The Wicked Truth"]
@Lorna Nera
@Quenladose
@Iella E`ron
@Daella Apparine
@Syn
@[member="Joshua DragonsFlame"]

"I'll intercept communications as well." Spoke the now Commander-rank Cody Jorin as he stepped forward into the group, helmet tucked neatly under his arm. As well as the numerous Jedi here, their was a huge amount of Republic troops in formation. Jorin's boys, the members of the new ARC Troopers, were already in their gunship, they didn't need to be at a briefing, they had their orders and they'd complete them, no matter what the cost. Just like they had on Metalorn and above Polis Massa.

 

[Josh Dragovalor]

Josh chuckled as he stood face to face with an old friend, @[member="Cody Jorin"].

"Well well..." he started. "If it isn't Commander Cody Jorin. It's been a long time, hasn't it?" he asked, a smirk on his face. Seems they would be working together for this mission. A first ever since they met on Tatooine, when Josh was a frail podracer without his memories. But now, even Jorin could sense it... If not by the Force, but by an aura radiating around DragonsFlame... He was a different man then the one Jorin had met... As if he were more whole then he once was. More mature, more powerful...

 

[Fabula Caromed]

OBJECTIVE: CLEAR THE SPACEPORT
@[member="Quenladose"]

Fabula stood on a Republic dropship transport alongside maybe a half-dozen other "elites." It was still confusing for her to be considered elite at anything, and especially not among the ranks of RSFU commandos. She'd been given a very simple objective: there were unsavories entrenched in the main starport of Nixor's capital city. She was to oust them by any means necessary. Fabula's orders had been passed to her from an RSFU officer, not a Jedi, so the implication was to kill the hostiles rather than drive them off. Even so...Fabula had yet to take a man's life, and she didn't plan to start now.

The fact that she was implied to be the head of this little contingent was just as disconcerting as being assumed to need to kill people. As the dropship neared the spaceport's roof, Fabula turned to the others, her hand gripping firmly to one of the ship's support beams. "The pilot will drop us on top of the building. Be careful not to fall off, as the drop is probably fatal. Lightsaber-users will cut a hole through the ceiling and we'll drop into the customs office from there. In close-quarters, we have the advantage." Well...everyone but her would. Fabs would be forced to resort to Shii-Cho manuevers; Ataru was no good indoors.

"When we've cleared the building, we move out to the platform to deal with infantry and weapon emplacements. We take them all at once, from multiple angles." Turning to the soldiers involved, Fabula gave a quick nod. "Your commander has given you your objectives. If any of you require assistance, call me by comlink and try to hold out until I get there."

With a softer look, the Witchknight turned to the tiny girl in the ship. "...Miss Quenladose. We'll catch up when the battle is over. Please follow Master Oril Haast during this engagement." She looked to the Jedi in question, bowing her head just a bit. "I'm entrusting her to your care, Master Haast. Keep her safe. I trust two trained Jedi won't need my support."

 

[Quenladose]

Quenladose listened to the woman who she had met awhile ago, she was vastly different then when they had spoke in the glade. Now she was giving orders and it was her duty to follow them as she heard her name and turned her head looking up into what she thought was the face of @[member="Fabula Cavataio"]..... In reality it was the underside of her bosom and the padawan remained very still thinking for a moment what to say. She settled for polite. "Understood Miss Cavataio, I shall stay with Master Haast." The sephi turned her head forward and looked at the other jedi she was assigned to while her cloak opened showing the two training sabers. Set for stun to just knock them out but still it could be quite a show.

 

[Fab'ul'ous]

@[member="Domino"]

Wendy was on the ground for one reason to capture pirates and as her squad moved after a group of pirates. They had taken one look at them and taken off running as she followed. The republic soldiers in her team the only thing she had as the sounds of more ships came. Finally the pirates went into a building and the squad moved up to secure the entryway as she spoke into the comlink. "This is Le Fay we have some of them pinned down in a building on the north side." Static was the only thing that came out as she realized their communications were being jammed but they needed to detain and get them.

 

[Naila Rokh]

Naila examined the hilt of her new shoto, holding it in her left palm as the dropships prepped for launch behind her. This was it. Her first taste of large scale combat. The Shistavanen clipped the weapon to her belt, preparing to depart. She was designated to the team responsible for intercepting communications, another instance where she wished she had given a bit more time to working with software instead of hardware. The Jedi couldn't help but smile though; Her friend @[member="Joshua DragonsFlame"] would be leading that group, so at least she would know someone.

She looked on as he spoke with @[member="Cody Jorin"] curiously, standing slightly apart from the other members of the team. Interesting, she thought. He seemed quite familiar with the soldier. She wondered where they'd met before.

 

[Nameless One]

@[member="Enya May"]

Je'daii stood in the hanger of the ship, this was her first mission since being promoted and slowly as she breathed in and out letting the poncho settle around her the thought of what she would teach her padawan came u. She could be strict but then there wouldn't be room for errors it would hamper her students growth. She could be easy going but that wasn't good either. No she would have to be both loving and calm but strict and informative and oh she had plenty of information she could share with her padawan. Now as she held her saber up the thought of what to do and her arms came out from under the poncho to tap her chin.

"Well I will just have to wing it, not exactly the most straight forward lesson plan but we can stand to do a lot of work and get to know each other like this better." Yes the padawan's strengths and weaknesses could be better assessed this way and she would be able to create a perfect lesson plan for her student. Oh she was being far more clever and then they can take the trip she was supposed to take as a student.

 

[Jorin]

@[member="Naila Rokh"] @[member="Joshua DragonsFlame"]

"Good to see you've made it with the order DragonsFlame." Jorin chuckled lightly. He, like Josh had changed. Unlike Josh it had been for the worse. Everyday Cody lived with an ever growing burden, one that found a way into ever aspect of his life. Six thousand deaths were on his hands. Six thousand. The sheer mass drove him up a wall. He shook his head, his eyes snapping forward as he donned the last his Gungnir Mark-III armor, the helmet.