Junction [BSS, ME, SO, TIC] PROPHET MOTIVE | Junction of Voss & 3 Empty Hexes (see thread)

[Naamino Zuukamano]

Outfit:
Belt of Strength, Field Com-Scan Link,
Weal & Woe
Kor'ethyr Issued Kainate Trooper Armor
Stun Baton
Armor Permissions

Ojective: Assist Darth Strosius with Exfill of Mystics
Assets are to be retrieved alive, per the Prophets orders
Opposition: Drego Ruus | Isobel Serraris (unconscious)

His stab and Force push combo had been even more effective than he'd initially hoped. Once again, the sneaking sense of disquiet at his opponent's likely inexperience gnawed at the back of his mind. Again he pushed uncertainty away and began to close the distance between himself and his opponent. However, her sudden stillness and the whoosh of more explosions from the Prophet's location had him feeling torn.

On the one hand, this was his opportunity to snuff out a Jedi for good. To make sure the job was done and one more of their numbers never rose to fight again. On the other hand, his orders were clear. Extract the mystics alive. Growling in frustration, the big zabrak cast one more angry look at where his foe lay. With a grunt, he turned away and began sprinting to close the distance, reaching out to focus on the fallen hilt of his saber.

Pulling the weapon to him, Naamino activated the blade so that he duel wielded and approached with all the momentum of a bull rancor. Ready to deflect the next onslaught of attacks, or leap into offensive action if that seemed more prudent.

 

[Drego Ruus]

Tag: Darth Strosius Naamino Zuukamano
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Six shots, for nothing. Drego needed to keep the distance close. The shockwave sent the buckshot pellets back at him, pinging off his armor with not even enough momentum to dent it. And yet, again, the shockwave didn't do much to the man himself. Sure, it hit him. He felt it. He just didn't seem to care.

And yet, he moved like lightning. Without skipping a step, he fired two more barrages of buckshot at the sith, before slipping the shotgun on his back with one hand, while the other raised up and fired a sonic pulse right at the sith lord's face.

Not a moment later, two more missiles fired from his back, this time aimed not at the mystics, but at Naamino Zuukamano .

Then his hand that had put the shotgun away, pulled out a shovel instead.

"I can take you in warm, or I can take you in cold. Your choice Sith."

 

[Amalia Visconti | Mira Rhory]

"Ah, Governor Visconti. How nice of you to join us. I happened to be speaking with Senator Vexx in regards to the possibility of a forging a strategic arrangement between the Confederation and Denon."

"Denon...as in the corporate sector?" For an instant, Amalia frowned, turning her eyes towards Dominique Vexx for a moment almost as if to take up her meassure. It wasn't without any reason she did this, as she was there when the CSA's representative had been rather...uncouth in trying to instigate a corporate war between the current chairman of the N&Z board of directors and several other companies purely on the basis of rumors and the consequences of said rumors. "Pardon me my reluctance, Laxy Vexx...but the N&Z has had some rather unsavory run-ins with representatives of said sector. That being said though, it would be a blammage to the N&Z if we were to hold grudges against an entire sector for the actions of just a few of its representatives."

Giving the senator (...or was it former senator at this point?) a courteous nod, the governor of Corvus showed a somewhat sharp, unfeeling smile the typical face of a politician or corporate leader in any occassion such as this, where the questions were just as shallow as the very reason of the gathering that brought the questions to bare.

"My apologies, Senator Vexx," Calmly closing her eyes and giving a respectful nod towards Dominique Vexx , Amalia attempted to indicate that she had gone a bit too far with her words and to dredge up incidents of the past was not suited for such a conversation as this. "I have not been too aware of the importance of the departed, but his legacy has been quite telling given the amount of dignitaries arriving like vultures awaiting the final breath of their meal."

"The N&Z Umbrella corp, of course. I've heard all about your growth over the years. From afar, sadly, our paths didn't seem to cross often. A time or two in the Galactic Alliance Senate for some niggling bill, no doubt. A pleasure that both our interests survived their ceaseless hand wringing."

A grin flashed over the Governor's face, her eyes shining for a moment, as if she found it amusing to hear those words coming from the Senator. "I believe the main problem the N&Z has had was the fact that prior to its resurgence a couple of years ago, it had been mainly known as a company that not just defied conventional thought, but also implemented this radicalism in the form of an actual government which had been opposing the Galactic Alliance even before it had merged into one singular faction. This history...and its penchant for having supported Sith...has always been a bit of a blackade for any profitable relationships with the Galactic Alliance."

Marlon Sularen | Dominique Vexx | Velzari Tharn | Siv Kryze | @open

 

[Marlon Sularen]

P R O P H E T_M O T I V E
Objective II : Dead Man's Hand

IMPERIAL CONFEDERATION
BONADAN, OUTER RIM TERRITORIES

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Sularen was glad that he brought Governor Visconti to this funeral, afterall perhaps he would have never learned such new information about the N&Z Umbrella Corporation if he had come to Bonadan alone. The fact that the N&Z Corporation had a rather tense history with the Corporate Sector was extremely interesting, which he was completely unaware of considering he had thought that the N&Z Corporation was on good terms with most major corporate entities given their participation in the corporate embargo issued by some of the galaxy's main corporate powers which included both N&Z and the Corporate Sector.

On another note, it also didn't surprise Sularen that the N&Z Umbrella Corporation had never built any long-lasting positive relationship with the Galactic Alliance. Given their extreme prejudice to anything aligned to the Sith and Imperials, it was of-course a natural outcome that N&Z be blocked from the extremely lucrative markets of the Core Worlds. Maybe with the pressure they currently faced with the Galactic Empire's attacks and the withdrawal of their two primary corporate backers, they might be more receptive to the N&Z but then again that would all depend on their Senate's ability to work through their prejudice.

"Well fortunately for you, Governor Visconti i believe you will find no such obstacles when it comes to working with Denon and the Corporate Sector, despite their current standing within the High Republic." Sularen responded. "I'm sure any past tensions that may have existed between N&Z and the Corporate Sector can be easily resolved and forgiven through compromise and mutually satisfactory arrangements, for the mutual growth of both parties that is." he added.

If Denon was already willing to work with the Imperial Confederation whose ideology would contrast with that of the High Republic, then certainly they would have no issues when it came to working with the N&Z Corporation regardless of their past Sith affiliation.

[Direct Tag] | Dominique Vexx | Amalia Visconti | Mira Rhory ​

 

[Jared Starchaser]

Disarm your foe, sometimes literally with the arm. Jared preferred to go for their weapons. He was a student of the Jedi once upon a time. But much more in line with more of the radical ‘use the Force for good’ and not just wait around type of Jedi. One gun down. He called his lightsaber back to his hand and extinguished the blade for now, favoring the sword in his hand.

“Whaat is it with you and hunting the Forcers?” He really wanted to know. Truth be told he didn’t care that much, just knew that this was two for two running into this merc in a situation like this again. He shook his head as he saw more guns.

Always more. He readied his blade again.

“What good are they for you?” He didn’t care for the Voss mystics, they creeped him out. But he was a Warden, even if more aggressive than others.

“A deal, huh?”

He didn't have intention to do such, but was curious, and delayed.

Arris Windrun

 

[Darth Strosius]

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Objective: Implied Odds, Steal Foresight
Equipment: Lightsaber - Sword - Dagger - Robes
Tags: Naamino Zuukamano / Drego Ruus / Isobel Serraris
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As expected the armored warrior wasn't too bothered by the push sent through the Force but of course it wasn't meant to effect him all that much anyway. What mattered is that the slugs didn't get past Darth Strosius and into the Mystics and that had been accomplished. With the Mandalorian still marching towards Him however He couldn't simply afford to sit still and wait, not when fighting so close to the Mystics would inevitably endanger them even without factoring in direct attempts against them.

Therefore it was only natural for the Sith Lord to meet fury with even greater fury. As the gun was leveled towards Him again He didn't at all move to dodge, rather He strode right into the barrages purely so that they wouldn't have any chance of bypassing Him at all. His robes could handle a few slug rounds after all and even if they couldn't He could. Violet lightning arced across His sword's blade as He raised His lightsaber to meet the newly drawn...shovel? An odd choice for a weapon but if the Mandalorian wished to be buried properly then He could oblige.

"You'd have to take me on first." Darth Strosius lashed out with His lightsaber, aiming to occupy the shovel whilst His sword loosed a bolt of lightning as it stabbed towards His opponent's side. Fighting against Beskar-clad foes was exceptionally inconvenient and frustrating but persistence was His greatest skill and if need be He'd just beat the Mandalorian to death. There was only so much armor against blunt force trauma after all.

 

[Naamino Zuukamano]

Outfit:
Belt of Strength, Field Com-Scan Link,
Weal & Woe
Kor'ethyr Issued Kainate Trooper Armor
Stun Baton
Armor Permissions

Ojective: Assist Darth Strosius with Exfill of Mystics
Assets are to be retrieved alive, per the Prophets orders
Opposition: Drego Ruus

thud thud thud thud thud
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Naamino's heavily armored form careened closer to the heat of combat, determined to provide ample backup to the Prophet. He had a Master who'd be getting a report on this mission after all, and his performance here was more than simple life or death. He had a reputation to maintain.

"Ah chit…" he cursed under his breath at the missiles headed his way.

With reflexes honed through years of training, the young man deactivated and stowed Woe once more to free his left hand. Still sprinting, the zabrak changed course slightly to angle away from the Mystics momentarily and reached out a grasping hand to Force push the missiles even further away. The move took concentration and his steps slowed, form turning to focus more fully on the projectiles he'd sent in a wide arc around his current location.

With a determined growl through clenched teeth, Naamino clenched his fist tightly. The pair of missiles were pulled into each other with the determined Force crush and the resulting explosion made him rock back on his heels slightly. That proud horned head then whipped about toward the Mystics. Without pause he made to close the last of the distance, that he might properly stand guard before them as the fierce battled waged on between SIth Lord and Mandolorian interloper.

 

[Drego Ruus]

Tag: Darth Strosius Naamino Zuukamano
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Drego didn't expect the buckshot to do much at this point. He wasn't trying to kill the sith with it, rather slow him down. That's what he was taught by his own creed in regards to taking on Sith of this caliber.

Slow them down, whittle down their defenses. No one strike will kill a sith lord.

And yet, Drego still moved with a swiftness that would keep many opponents on their toes. Rather than raising his shovel to block the saber, he suddenly switched which hand it was in, then raised his dominant hand to allow the lightsaber to strike his forearm. Or at least, what would've been his forearm. From his vambrace, a pair of claws ejected outward to catch the plasma blade, lined with cortosis and made of phrik. Enough to catch the blade and hopefully disable it for a moment.

All the while, the shovel was raised to redirect the sword away from Drego. The lightning would arc across it, but Drego didn't need all the fancy doo-dads today. He needed a blunt instrument. With a shift of his arm, he aimed right at the blade. He knew better than to use this on the sith himself. Rarely would such opponents be taken down so easily. No, Drego trusted this for disabling threats. That blade was going to be tricky if not dealt with.

The vambrace aimed, and fired a single Disruptor shot right at the blade.

"I've taken in worse."

All the while those missiles would do their job. Once again, slow down, not disable. Drego had a different plan to take down the acolyte. From high above, divebombing right down on Naamino, the thud of twin solar ionization cannons fired.

The Charging Bull wasn't out of the battle just yet.

 

[Arris Windrun]

Tag: Jared Starchaser

The cyborg kept her gun leveled on him, but neither fired nor made any other advances towards him. It seemed for now the two were having a little parley.

She smirked. "I always thought correlations were misleading details at best."

It was a little tongue-in-cheek, but hunting Force Users wasn't her goal; at least not personally.

“What good are they for you?”

"For me? Nothing," she answered, "but the Black Sun wants them - so I give the Black Sun what they want."

Her attention looked over to where the other Jedi and the acolyte had been fighting. They had since taken their duel deeper inside and left the poor mystic all alone on the floor. The Voss slowly rose, nursing a head injury by the look of it.

"I'll leave with him and no one else, yeah? Won't even hurt 'im."

The Jedi would sense no dishonesty from her if he could sense such things at all.

"We'll leave this city and this world all alone."

For once, that was something the Talusian could offer with Mercy far away from this place. Couldn't say the same for the other Sith, the ones who hadn't joined the Covenant, but her ilk and the Black Sun? Those were strings the Dark Horse of Ruusan could pull. Still, she doubted the Jedi would agree to such terms alone, but maybe he'd actually negotiate. That would be a surprise.

Meanwhile, she began to circle counterclockwise, prepared in case he launched an attack.

 

[Jared Starchaser]

Jared wasn’t always the books guy. No, he was the type to use the Force and his own intuition to make things happen. And the fact that there had been two times he ran across this particular merc going after Forcers? It didn’t bode well. Seemed like maybe Windrun wasn’t in it for any sort of crusade, just in it for the credits. Made that easier to swallow.

Almost.

“Ah, a true mercenary and hunter.” He grinned. That was even easier to target. Jared glanced over at the Mystic who clearly didn’t want to be going with anyone and rolled his eyes. “I don’t think thats going to work out for you how you want it to.” He spun the blade in his hand.

But the fact that Arris was being honest did put him on his back foot. His lightsaber hilt in hand still unignited. He moved and circled Arris, each step he changed the grips on his weapons.

“And what good are the mystics to you?” Most of the monsters he hunted were not things he could speak to.

Arris Windrun

 

[Dominique Vexx]

Dominique didn't bat an eye as Amalia called attention to Denon being in the Corporate Sector. If anything, Denon was the Corporate Sector. Everyone else benefited from them being an industrial giant; much like many worlds in the Core had latched on to Coruscant for the same reason.

The Denonite held her tongue until Marlon himself stepped in to smooth any potential ruffled feathers. That was a good sign as far as Dominique was concerned. He was genuinely interested in where things might go, and wasn't about to let a trivial thing such as the past scuttle it before it began. "You are both correct. As a Director on the Executive Board I can assure you I have the leverage to smooth over any lingering disagreements. Much has changed within the Corporate Sector leadership over the past few years. Why not long ago the Corporate Authorities ran Denon, victims and instigators of terrorism. Naturally, things had to change. For Denon. For the Sector. For everyone." While blaming 'the last guy' was a common tactic, Dominique had lived a great deal of that time and been forced to clean up after the CAD all too often.

"I only hope that I can reassure you, Governor, that whatever the N&Z's past Denon is open to evaluating potential partnerships. The Supreme Commander and I just discussed something similar with Denon being within the High Republic, and how politics can have such chilling effects to good trade policy. Fortunately, Denon has navigated these waters over its extensive history; we share your forward-thinking approach to embracing customers."

Marlon Sularen | Amalia Visconti | Mira Rhory​

 

[Anet Raine]

"A clone?" She doubled back.

That was an unexpected revelation, even in a galaxy where cloning was a practice thousands of years old. Still, with how secretive cloners were, it wasn't as pervasive as some thought it would be. It was also a fact that hit her a little close to home... Anet's father was an Arkanian bioengineer turned corporate mogul, and she herself was no stranger to genetic manipulation.

However, before awkward silence demanded she press further, Tamsin was well ahead to keep them focused on the original subject.

Anet looked back at the J'feh. "Something like that," she mumbled a reply.

"But every once and awhile you get the gambler who quits when he breaks even. I'm sure you got a way to make sure his ego stays bigger then his common sense?"

She looked at Tamsin again, this time with a smirk and eyes that wondered how shrewd the Dark Lord's sister truly was.

"It's quite simple, really... Once you start making good choices for someone, you can just as well make bad choices before they notice it's too late."

That was to say, she planned to manipulate the shipwright tycoon by feeding him good advice, only to pull the rug once he no longer scrutinized their arrangement. It never had to be something particularly vile or masterfully planned. Sometimes it was just enough to exploit desperation and then betray their trust. The way the scholar described it, too, suggested this was day-to-day life for the likes of her. No remorse at all.

She stood up and sauntered over to the tank-bound alien.

 

[Arris Windrun]

Direct Tag: Jared Starchaser

It seemed he more or less got the gist of it. Yeah, Arris was a mercenary as far as things went.

Her eyes dipped briefly to the flourished weapons in his hands, then back up to read his face, as the two circled one another. She wasn't about to let her guard down, even if their conversation proved more productive than she imagined.

“And what good are the mystics to you?” Most of the monsters he hunted were not things he could speak to.

"To me? They're just a job, like I said... Though the Black Sun only seeks profit, not torture."

That wasn't exactly true - the Underlord had a reputation for the kind of cold ruthlessness that only Hutts and Sith could respect. Which is probably why many of the latter were here on Voss. Still, what they needed from the mystics was their gift, which meant they had to remain alive and in good health.

"And what about you, Jedi? What's the point of galavanting around the galaxy... I almost wanna believe heroes exist outside of big holodrama productions," she snickered.

"But that seems a bit weird, dontcha think? Unless," her grin widened. "You aren't into me, are you? I mean... what are the chances of running into each other again like this?"

Her finger slowly began to squeeze around the trigger until it was just a twitch away from firing, and held it there. She was at least willing to get a reaction out of him before things went back to violence. Though maybe he would surprise her and honestly negotiate.

 

[Jared Starchaser]

He kept his feet moving, Jared wasn’t going to sit still and let some merc come at him unaware. Again.

No, not again.

The simplicity of hunting monsters in the Outer Rim, or finding pirates who don’t back down, was that there was no questioning, no treating them like a person. If they were in a fighter and so was he? They were a blip on the radar. If they were a creature that all his tricks couldn’t cause to back down? Then they were a threat and got removed.

When the Sith came to Kattada, he was defending his home, the fortress law was in effect, and everyone should know, Starchasers made good lightsiders, but poodoo Jedi.

“Oh, me, a Jedi? Not quite.” There was a famous outcast of the Order who said it better, but this wasn’t the place. “My interest is in making sure people are choosing their own path, and when those with extra power come after them? I provide them a wall.” They would decide what to do with the wall.

Her next query definitely made Jared pause his next step for a second. “Its more your good fortune than anything, trust me. Just happenstance.” His hand tightened around the hilt of his lightsaber.

Arris Windrun

 

[Seela Leini]

Location: Oort Cloud, Unspecified Star System - Perlemian Trade Route
Thread Objective: 3
Mission Objective:

• Intercept beskar smuggling convoy that is en route to Imperial space.
• Disable the beskar freighters for capture by the Kainate.

Dialogue Legend: <<Ghoul-Speak>> │ “Galactic Basic”
Tag: Van Trask
Call Sign: Fragile Dancer

Fear was the weapon of the Sith.

And yet, Seela was not a Sith. She had been allowed to fly a Sith craft only through the intensity of her devotion as a Prophet of the Eternal Father. Soon, she hoped that selfsame devotion would see her elevated into the Flight Barony, the Kainate’s order of Force-sensitive and anointed pilots who were ritually devoted to the art of small craft combat and the domination of the skies.

Even if she was only brought into the Barony as a lowly war-serf, such a position would bring her closer to the sacred shadow to which she had devoted her entire existence.

With the elimination of the last two TIEs in the Imperial element, Seela was left alone with the Brute. The craft was formally designated as the TIE reinforcement battery, though some casually referred to it as the TIE running back. However, she realized quickly that the one flown by the enemy ace was a different, more advanced model than its ancient counterpart. It might not have even shared the same name.

The Xarûl’s energy communion node had stopped picking up sensor energy. Realizing that the enemy’s sensors had either been disabled by the Runesliver or deliberately turned off, Seela deactivated the Nazrûl Disruption Core and primed her countermeasures once more. A pair of micro-thruster decoy pods jettisoned from her starfighter’s aft before breaking off—one knifing hard to port while the other sliced starboard. Simultaneously, each pod activated its holographic projector, generating a perfect holographic clone of her craft down to the damaged maneuvering jets on the starboard side and the smoldering furrow scored into its portside plating.

Thus, as the enemy craft came through the null gas, the pilot would find himself met with not one potential target, but three!

All the while, Seela drove the Xarûl in a sudden break to starboard as the Wraith Sense alerted her to the movement trace of the enemy’s flechette cannon with a sharp pulse in her awareness. Since the port side jets were still fully functional, there was little impediment in the maneuver. Even so, Seela grunted as her starfighter wobbled and shifted, nearly threatening to wash out as she drove the turn deeper, transitioning the maneuver into a sharp, descending slice turn that saw her escape from the flechette cannon’s firing radius.

The turn soon drew Seela into one of the densest clusters of ice masses (most of which were the size of small capital ships) within the immediate area, daring the Imperial pilot to follow!

<"Just me and you now. No distractions. No wingmen.">

For a moment, the only response was silence. Then a piping, feminine voice like nails on chalkboard cut through the line, devoid of humor yet carrying the fervency of a zealot.

“You are alone, nameless and forgotten. I am witnessed by the Eternal Father and the Shadow Hand. My victory is scripture!”

Spoiler: Loadout

Craft: Xarûl-class Sith Starfighter Mk. II

• Status
  
  • Shields: 80%
  • Hull: 85%
  • Structure: 77%
• Armament
  
  • Abyssal Lash Cannon Mk. I (2) - Wing Mount
  • Qorrak Heavy Lash Cannon Mk. I (2) - Ventral
  • Shriekfang Swarm Pod Mk. I (2) - Ventral
    
    • Ripple Shock Warhead Missile (6)
    • Fearburst Warhead Missile (6)
• Pilot Equipment
  
  • FAE/A-09 Anti-G Suit
  • KIIR-24 'Stormclaw' Gauss Pistol
    
    • Attachments
      
      • 1-5x FAE/S-08 Electro-Sight
    • Ammunition
      
      • 64 Round Quad-Chamber Magazine (4)
        
        • GC-01 Slugs (64)

 

[Darth Strosius]

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Objective: Implied Odds, Steal Foresight
Equipment: Lightsaber - Sword - Dagger - Robes
Tags: Naamino Zuukamano / Drego Ruus / Isobel Serraris
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An audible curse in Sith flew from His bared fangs the moment that His lightsaber made contact with what should have been His foe's arm, only for the crimson blade to flicker and vanish in a sizzling pop. Darth Strosius dropped the temporarily useless hilt and summoned lightning to crackle and arc between the claws of His newly freed gauntlet. Before He could bring His sword up from the shovel to make another strike a shot hit the blade and it began smoking, the metal peeling off of itself and resulting in it too being dropped for the moment.

Without His blades in hand He'd have to settle for doing this the more fun way He supposed. "I'm going to rip your damn head off!" With two fists full of lightning and clawed gauntlets He aimed a left hook for the Mandalorian's helmet whilst the other dove forward to rake into His chest, arcs of violet dancing across His armored digits.

He knew Beskar was rather resistant to physical duress but Darth Strosius was rather persistent and more than strong enough to do the job He was sure. It may take a good few swings before He could crack it but with any luck His opponent would shatter long before his armor bent and folded in on itself. If He didn't make good on the threat of ripping off his head first of course.

 

[Arris Windrun]

It became clear to her now that all this talking wasn't going anywhere. This Not-Quite Jedi wasn't here to negotiate with the Sith. Unsurprisingly, but she was admittedly a little disappointed, given how unexpectedly well their conversation was going.

Arris holstered her weapons and launched into a breakneck charge. If he were to have two blades, then she would force him to choose: use both, but lose any leverage in a grapple, or sacrifice one to have a hand in the game.

She was particularly wary of his telekinesis, which proved tricky in their first encounter, and was prepared to slide-tackle into his legs should it look to go that way again.

The time for words had ended, but ask any Echani, and they'd say the two were still talking. In she was - Arris said: "Bring it."

Jared Starchaser

 

[Amalia Visconti | Mira Rhory]

"The High republic itself has shown quite the hostile demeanor towards anyone with imperial leanings, be it politically or ideologically," The governor of corvus calmly remarked towards the Supreme Commander, making it clear that with Denon being part of this faction whose government follows nearly the same line as that of the Galactic Alliance, while she would not directly oppose any deal the Supreme Commander made, she'd only follow with apprehension and caution in any endeavor which involves anyone alligned with the policies which have hounded the N&Z for eons now. "But...we can work with the corporate sector if need be...that is... when certain requirements are met."

A vile, twisted smile appeared on Amalia's face as she turned to Dominique Vexx , an expression probably not ever seen on the usually stoic and extremely emotionless face of the CEO of the N&Z, but a face, an expression which should bring back memories, perhaps even a tinge of fear or a shudder of pure, unadultered despair, as this was the face made by the one man who had managed to outplay the Supreme Commander in the past, this was the face made by someone who had managed to upturn so many of Marlon's old plans in a single swoop, and whose very own protègé was now making that same, irrevocably dangerous expression.

"Give N&Z access to the sector, cooperate with the N&Z and the TIC, and we'll weed out all opposition within your beloved Denon," Amalia reached out with her hand, holding it in front of her, making a sort of crushing motion as she balled her hand into a fist. "Your competitors, your rivals, all of them...if they have stood in the N&Z's way in the past or may prove to be a problem to a bountiful future...we will smoke them out, we will make them disappear and we'll hold you...to the position you would be owed if you were to cooperate...now wouldn't that be more to your liking?"​

Marlon Sularen | Dominique Vexx | Velzari Tharn | Siv Kryze | @open

 

[Naamino Zuukamano]

Outfit:
Belt of Strength, Field Com-Scan Link,
Weal & Woe
Kor'ethyr Issued Kainate Trooper Armor
Stun Baton
Armor Permissions

Ojective: Assist Darth Strosius with Exfill of Mystics
Assets are to be retrieved alive, per the Prophets orders
Opposition: Drego Ruus

"What the-?!" Naamino exclaimed as death rained from above.

Though not terribly fearful for himself with the Force to fortify him and pretty hefty armor encasing his body, the big acolyte had more than just himself to worry about. It seemed that Darth Strosius was similarly beleaguered and the zabrak had to think fast if he was going to come out of this with anything more than his life to show for it.

The blinding roar of high intensity ionized beams streaked toward the ground as the zabrak dove for the downed Mystics. Executing a rescue carry maneuver, the zabrak sprang up from his roll with one of the pair carried over his shoulder like a bag of produce and Force leapt away.

In abandoning one unconscious Mystic to an uncertain but likely grim fate, Naami intended to make good on exfil of the other. Landing hard post leap, the man found his stride quickly and began sprinting for cover in the treeline, comming to his commanding officer Darth Strosius as he did.

"Moving to cover with one Mystic, awaiting your orders to verify backup transport."

 

[Jared Starchaser]

Speaking was definitely a bit of delaying. He wanted to distract Arris, and keep the focus on him. Was it working? He hoped so, but he knew that people who favored guns were not always the most calm individuals. Jared had his sniper rifle to use at times. He wasn’t here to fight, but to be a wall.

As she ran, he kept his blades down, as she came closer, he bided his time and sidestepped.

Feeling a glancing tackle move him, he wasn’t as fast as he thought he was. But he was still fast enough. “I’m here, thats what I’m bringing. But I do wonder, what would it take for you to leave here?”

He asked, his voice calm and collected.

Arris Windrun