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Rebellion Cantros Tea Party | House Mecetti Rebellion of First Order Cantros

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In this galaxy, there are but two constants: conflict between the Jedi and Sith, and the wanton destruction that conflict brings about.

Zambrano, Verd, Heavenshield, Ren. They all just spokes on a wheel; this one is on top, then that one is on top, on and on it spins, crushing those on the ground. As the war rages on in the galactic north, it is easy to believe that the galactic south is different, that it is free from the influence which instigates these wars at the common man's expense. They are wrong.

The Sith aren't contained, they've only gotten better at masking their influence. It's an open secret that the CIS is shaped and helmed by the Sith. The First Order has elected to allow Sith influence to fester and permeate throughout the galaxy. Today, we remind the galaxy of its ability to usurp those who would see them accept their fate as fodder in the war of the Force.

Today, we break the wheel.


OBJECTIVE 1: Following the bombing of a local convention center where First Order officials secured an agreement with the government of Cantros to join its realm, local rebel cells have launched a political coup, seeking to install an opposition leader with the goal of nullifying said agreement. House Mecetti agents have embedded themselves with local cells and are to support efforts to seize the Cantrosian Municipal Building, the seat of power of the Cantros government.
OBJECTIVE 2: While one prong flushes officials from their convention, a second concurrently seeks to hinder the First Order response. The First Order military has established a local garrison in a provisional operating base, and we'd be fools to believe that reinforcements aren't on the way. Assist local rebels in their efforts to force these First Imperials from the system. Disrupting military communications is of utmost importance to prevent coordination between the planetary garrison and their orbital assets.

 
OBJECTIVE 1

The rebel attack had failed. They had failed to prevent the signing of the agreement between Cantros and the First Order. Even worse, they had incurred the prompt wrath of the First Order and its disciplined military. Whether this failure was attributable to the ineptitude of the rebel forces or the rigid response of the First Order was immaterial. Their work was not over.

Elicia had landed on the system shortly before the blast went off - not nearly enough time to ensure things went smoothly. Cantrosians, while fierce in their fight and love for their way of life, were odd creatures. Her upper lip snarled as she walked past a congregation of the Cantrosian rebels, taking advantage of a brief moment of respite in the fighting. As the flames bellowed and smoke darkened the already dimming sky, Elicia rounded a corner to let off a quick barrage of blaster shots toward the clamoring white armor across the road.

"Ms. Hejaran, we are receiving word that they're on the move!", one of the Cantrosians reported.

This is not what she had in mind. They were supposed to be able to halt things in their tracks at this very venue, and now the First Order had adequate cover to implement countermeasures which further complicated their mission. Venue security they could contend with - trained and lethal stormtroopers was not something they were fully equipped to combat. While House Mecetti agents would have to maintain a more clandestine approach, the Cantrosian rebels were able to hide in plain sight, blending in amongst the local populace.

"I want you to see if you can find a way into that building. Our best chance is to flush them out into the streets. Occupy any chokepoints you can find on the way and goad the First Imperials into your crosshairs."

With a curt "okay", the rebels disbursed once more. This insurgency was already a thorn in the First Order's side. Whether it would become more than that depended upon how the events of the day unfolded.
 

Arlan Harper

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Location: Cantros, Vicinity of First Order Garrison
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It was right up his alley. Or at least, it had been once upon a time. This time however, Arlan Harper wasn't behind a blaster and a pair of NODs. Neither were the men leading the charge so to speak - a collection of House Mecetti operatives and local rabble that had been recruited. Preparation had been sparse but that didn't mean they were any less dangerous. Arlan knew that it was often to their own detriment that embedded forces underestimated the common man and that's what he was hoping for. Hope. That was an amusing thought. The weight of the heavy blaster pistol at his hip caused him a brief scowl of displeasure. Unaccustomed to the weight, he mused that this was far below his usual station. The elite of House Mecetti belonged at the top, smoking fancy cigars and drinking fine whiskey, puppeteering from their lofty perches not down here in the dirt. "What good is a Mecetti who can't get his hands dirty?" a voice in his head echoed. "You got me this far, haven't you old man." he muttered.

Arlan was thankful there hadn't been any major fortifications installed, the existing structures still posed a hinderance no doubt but it wasn't exactly a First Order fortress world. It also meant they hadn't had a chance to decentralize their operations. They were still vulnerable. The subtle pitter patter of footsteps on dry ground echoed in the narrow alleyway. Peeking over the small disposal unit pressed up against the wall Arlan caught sight of its source. A child, no less than twelve came barreling towards him, cap in hand. Arlan ducked down again momentarily but the footsteps stopped just short of where he hid. "Mister, Mister - Andres sent me to tell you he's ready!" Poking his head out along the side of the canister Arlan motioned for the kid. "Hey kid, take this and scram." A small credit chit found its way between the boy's soiled fingers before the pitter patter of his feet faded into the distance.

With his foot, Arlan kicked the door beside him gently and it opened up a crack. "We're on."

Their target was a communications relay. Usually a pretty easy target in Arlan's experience but there was one hiccup. They weren't sure where the relay was. Oh sure, normally you could simply look for a bundle of antennas and cables jutting out above everything else but something about Cantrosian architecture prevented the usual conventional wisdom from applying. That's why he'd needed to bring in some of his personal muscle, Harper family guards - and by extension House Mecetti guards. To find the relay they were going to have to walk around scanning for EM levels and as covert as such things could be, they were operating far from home and on a budget. The thought caused Arlan to check the bag slung over his shoulder, the amalgous device inside at a glance appearing more mess than utility. A few spare power converters tied into a series of old blaster packs were enough to provide the power and an old TIE fighter targeting display had been repurposed as a frequency scanner - or at least, it would point them in the right direction. You could hide small portable communications but a relay? Good luck.

:: Phase one underway. :: Arlan whispered into the comm link at his wrist. Stepping out into the alleyway several men in various local garb stepped out from behind the partially opened door. At a glance they'd look like any other space trash but beneath they carried gear that not just any ordinary spacer would heft. Blaster pistols, explosives, even a few special toys from the House Mecetti arsenal. The question wasn't whether they were capable of carrying out their mission but how effective it would be. And if they could escape. And if they... Those were all questions Arlan pushed to the back of his mind. Right now, they had a job to do. As if to reassure him that it was time he saw a brilliant flash of light in the distance, the sound coming a couple seconds later. So it had begun.
 
Colonel, 1st Friesland Regiment
As far as integrations went, Cantros was going smoothly enough.

Pax Imperialis, or the Empire of Peace Doctrine, laid out a clear groundwork for exactly how planets were brought into the First Order’s protective embrace. It had to be tailored somewhat to each individual planet’s needs and traditions, but in most cases, it started with a massive mobilization on behalf of the First Order Army.

Unlike the Stormtrooper Corps, whose sole occupation was to kick arses up between ears, the FOA was far more flexible when it came to carrying out missions. It could, and often did, engage in close combat with the enemy, but it was also a good choice for large scale civil engineering operations as well.

Engineers could help improve roads, build bridges, construct hospitals and schools, or clear fields for agriculture. Logistics branch had the means and organization to import massive amounts of humanitarian relief such as medical supplies, foodstuffs, heavy construction equipment for civil engineering projects, construction materials, seasonal appropriate clothing, or anything else considered necessary to address the needs of the populace. Military Police could both work with civilian law enforcement agencies to help enforce order, and train them up to Dosuunian Standard for the task. Even Infantry could provide endless hordes of strong backs and high spirits; they weren’t the faceless killers of the STC, and had a much easier time putting their best foot forward.

The key to this all was the Dosuunian Standard. Every world under the First Order’s umbrella would be brought up to the standard of living of the capital planet. In the Core, that wouldn’t be such a big issue. Various governments spent untold mountains and oceans of credits over the span of centuries ensuring that anyone who lived in the important parts of the galaxy had shiny skyscrapers to look at. The Outer Rim, however, had more often than not been neglected, and many worlds lived in relative poverty compared to their Coreward neighbors.

Pax Imperialis sought to change that.

Cantros wasn’t as bad off as many. The felinoids had a long and often prosperous history of cooperation with many of the governments of the Core World, and had a reasonably advanced technology base to match. They also had a very strong martial tradition and the pride that came with it. Their entry into the First Order had come with two conditions: firstly, that they be treated as equals, and secondly, that the First Order was worthy of being their equal.

The ensuing contest of wills and, quite literally, spirits, was the stuff of legend, but at the end of the day, they were more than willing to embrace their brothers and sisters in Imperial Peace, and no sooner had the ink dried than the First Order descended in force to uplift them.

The initial stage of the Pax Cantros program had three prongs.

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The largest, by any measure, was a massive civil engineering project in the more rural and impoverished areas. Like many worlds, wealth tended to coalesce in the cities, and as such, those who lived at a remove from the bustle and the lights often went without basic amenities. This wasn’t a uniquely Cantrosian problem by any means, but the Dosuunian Standard applied to everyone, even the country bumpkins. Dubbed OPERATION OPEN PAW, infantry battalions were scattered piecemeal across the surface of the planet, working with both the Cantrosian Self Defense Force and civil engineering and medical teams to survey, assess, and help wherever possible.

The second prong was devoted to the Cantrosian Self Defense Force itself. Though reasonably competent, they were more than willing (perhaps even eager) to train with the First Order. To that end, just about every branch but the Stormtrooper Corps was present in force for OPERATION SHARPENED CLAW.

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In orbit, the First Order Navy had a fairly large task force. Its role was one part escort for the mass of civilian cargo ships bringing much needed supplies, one part taxi service for the elements of the Starfighter Corps that would be present for the operation, and one part show of strength. Elements of both the Navy and the Starfighter Corps would be working with the CSDF in a joint exercise to assess their strengths and weaknesses, and just as important, to impress upon them the might that would be theirs by virtue of joining the First Order.
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On the ground, elements of the First Friesland Regiment were deployed in and around Minkaren, the capital city of Cantros. Most were working on joint exercises with the CSDF in the proving grounds of the nearby military base, for much the same purpose as the Navy and Starfighter Corps. The 1FR, brought into the First Order Army under the EMU Program, were considered elite by nearly any standard that mattered. What’s more, they served as an example of what Cantros could expect to achieve as a partner nation.

Within the city itself, elements of the 1FR were set up in both of the city’s large parks as static displays. Politely but firmly kept a safe distance away from the tanks and artillery pieces, the public were nonetheless able to see the massive armored beasts up close, and interact with members of the First Order Army in person. The 1FR’s premier infantry company, Alpha 1-1FR, or the Alphas were working with elements of the Cantrosian Home Guard, their elite civil protection agency. They’d even gifted them with several hundred sets of modified last-gen armor from the STC. More modern equipment would come later, but for now, the CHG was happy to get whatever they could, so long as it fit and didn’t pinch their tails.

The third and final prong was almost entirely civilian, and thus, had no operational name. For starters, within the Capitol Building, several high ranking officials from the First Order were meeting with their counterparts from Cantros.

The relevant treaty documents that brought Cantros within the First Order had already been signed. This meeting was more about fleshing out the details, but had a strong public relations aspect. The Future Leaders of Cantros Society, a group of exceptional schoolchildren from across the planet, were present, along with a delegation from the Fortan Institute for Exceptional Children, a tuition-free boarding school for children from across the First Order who showed exceptional promise as leaders. They would observe the negotiations, and would even be given the opportunity to participate, under the watchful gaze of the Minister of Education and Grigory the Bear, their chaperone.

Meanwhile, civilian medical personnel were scattered across the planet, supported by but not a part of Operation Open Paw. They would establish field hospitals in the worst parts of Cantros; a famine had recently struck the southern subcontinent, with the accompanying plague and civil strife that always followed. The Cantrosian Self Defense Force had tried their best to keep order and provide relief, but had been poorly suited to the task.

Meanwhile, the First Order Security Bureau had a strong undercover presence within both Minkaren, the capital, and other major cities. Terrorist activity, mostly sporadic, had led to suspicions that offworlders were backing subversive elements within the Cantrosian population. That was to be expected, and the FOSB was experienced in handling such matters.

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Colonel Alois Hammer sat in the Capitol Building as part of the civilian delegation meeting with their Cantrosian brethren. As the commander of the First Friesland Regiment, he was on hand to serve as the military’s poster boy and cheerleader for the EMU Program. He wasn’t scheduled to speak until later that afternoon, and as such, kept his mouth shut and quietly followed proceedings.

“Sir, there’s been an incident,” came a voice from his earpiece.

“What is it?” he asked, subvocalizing rather than speaking aloud. The implant in his jaw would detect the motions and vibrations, translated them to proper speech, and broadcast them over the encrypted net.

“A bomb went off inside the city, at the conference center where the Alphas were meeting with the CHG. No word on casualties yet, but both the Alphas and CHG are pissed. Orders, sir?”

“Secure the building. No one goes in or out until you figure out what the hell is going on. I wouldn’t be surprised if there was an ambush waiting up the street. Help is on the way.”

All across the room, delegates and security personnel were starting to receive the news. No one showed any real signs of panic. Everyone on the First Order side was at least familiar with the rigors of combat; it was well known that the Cantrosians respected strength, and everyone present met that requirement in spades. The Cantrosians, meanwhile, would rather rip out their claws than appear afraid in front of offworlders, even if they were now allies.

“Ladies, gentlebeings, there appears to have been a terrorist attack within Minkaren,” a tall, impeccably uniformed Cantrosian said. Alois pegged him as the head of the CHG detachment responsible for the Capitol Building. “At this time, we are unsure of their intent, but rest assured, we are taking all appropriate measures to secure the Capitol Building. At this time, we must ask that everyone here remain within the security zone. There’s no need for worry or panic. We will provide updates as they arrive.”

The buzz died down almost instantly. There was an air of tension within the room, but even the schoolchildren, most of them barely teenagers, were doing their best to appear unaffected. Good.

This is a strong bunch, Alois thought to himself. I pity the poor bastard that tries to pull something on them. If the politicians don’t shoot them, that bloody bear is liable to eat them. Who the hell hired him, anyway?
 

Delilah Graham

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bit by bit, the pieces fit
The First Order's operations on Cantros had been, by and large, a success.

The Cantrosians had agreed to join the First Order's ever-growing family of worlds. The operations agreed upon and requested by the Cantrosian governor Feyra were currently under way to shore up security and to bring relief supplies, medication, and other humanitarian aid to the countryside around the city. Delilah had arrived shortly after the inking of the deal as part of the First Order's welcome package: a duo of high-ranking officials had been dispatched to join MInister of Defense Vidia Vudrirn to show the Cantrosians that the Order was highly committed to the successful integration of Cantros into the family, and Delilah had drawn the short straw.

It wasn't that she didn't care about Cantros. She just wasn't sure that her skills were best used on things that this visit entailed: diplomatic talks, photo opportunities, and the like. Still, she had her marching orders, so she would march. Besides it was good practice, and nice to get away from Dosuun anyway.

Delilah finished her holocall, for which she had excused herself from the conference, where she stood near a window of a small office room in the Capitol Building. She was clad in the dark grey of a Moff's uniform and stylish boots, her auburn hair pinned back in a simple bun, recyclable caff cup in hand. She turned as an aide entered. "Moff Graham, they've begun downstairs," the aide said. Delilah frowned internally, but nodded and took another drink of the caff, finishing off the contents. She crushed the cup and tossed it into the recycler on her way out of the conference room.

"I need more of that, please," Delilah told the aide, who nodded and peeled off towards the canteen. Delilah descended the stairs and entered function space just before the Cantrosian head of security announced that there had been an explosion elsewhere in the city. Delilah raised an eyebrow and surveyed the room, witnessing a contest of people trying to appear the least intimidated or frightened. Moff Graham had to join them; it wouldn't do to show fear; there was no point to it.

Her aide appeared and pressed a cup of hot caff into her hands. Delilah leaned closer and murmured, "Am I correct in my understanding that all our stormtroopers have been relieved by regular Army types?" The aide nodded confirmation. "I thought so. Well... without raising any alarm bells, get me a status report from our plainclothes officers operating on Cantros." She glanced at her watch, switching from local time to Avalonia time and back. "Tell them to work quickly; I want to be able to inform Her Majesty that we've captured the perpetrators for her morning briefing. Go now."

The aide nodded and shuffled off. Delilah glanced across the room. She caught Zakar Vass's eye and raised a brow, then lifted her chin to signify that she was on her way. Lucky for them that Vidia Vudrirn was in the capitol, too, along with Alois Hammer Alois Hammer . Between the pair of them and Delilah herself, they were a group that knew which end of the blaster was the shooty end. She rounded the perimeter of the room and returned to her seat near Vass, leaning over to murmur: "Did you bring a gun? I've got extras in my hand luggage."
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Zakar Vass

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She rounded the perimeter of the room and returned to her seat near Vass, leaning over to murmur: "Did you bring a gun? I've got extras in my hand luggage."

Zakar feigned scratching his head, quickly flicking his fingers while doing so. The unmistakeable silver hilt of a lightsaber shot out- not quite out of his sleeves, so as to be easily seen, but enough to be in Delilah's line of vision. "When in Cantros, I always come prepared", he said dryly before flicking his fingers again, the hilt disappearing.

It felt like yesterday that Zakar given his address about the Dosuun Standard of Education (DSoE) in front of an assembled body, before things went pear-shaped in the form of insurrectionists attacking the summit. And now, here they were again.

For the most part, this was crossing some I's and dotting some T's- the true beneficiaries of this dialogue were the children, who had earnestly and diligently been listening to the proceedings with rapt attention, taking notes and asking questions in lulls in the conversation. Flanking them was a behemoth of a being, Grigory the Bear Grigory the Bear . While...certainly mysterious ("Just 'bear'? So weird", his aide, Aidra, had declared after meeting Grigory) and intimidating at first, Zakar found his protective instincts over his charges endearing, and found himself making conversation with the...bear(???) between breakout sessions.

It was times like this, that Zakar admired couldn't help but admire the tenacity of youths. Here they were, possibly on the brink of an imminent attack by the insurrection, and here they stood, bloodied but unbowed. At this point, this was an exercise in challenging them as much as it was ironing out the details of the treaty.

He allowed a moment to pass after the announcement by the head of the CHG detachment responsible for the Capitol Building, before clearing his throat, getting the student group's full attention.

"And now I'd love to hear the group's opinions on current events", he started before a cacophony of voices exploded. Zakar raised his hand. "One at a time, please." He pointed at a child from the Cantros Society who had raised her hand, motioning for her to start talking.

The Cantrosian youth hemmed and hawed before starting to speak. "We have a strong, martial society, we've been so independent for so long, and we have our traditions, which is why Cantros even joining the First Order was such a big deal, so I can understand the controversy. But for it to be so violent...that, I don't understand", she finished, her expression sagging.

Zakar nodded, before pointing to another member of the Cantros Society. This one was a bit more...blunt. "I think it's dumb. My family's lived in Silverstris for generations, living off the land hand-to-mouth. We couldn't afford to send my older brothers to school- we weren't the right kind of people. First Order says me and my little sisters can go to school for free and we don't have to come from the right family. We can even go to university for free, and nobody in my family has ever done that. But these wackos come blowing some stuff up because they like how things use to be?! HELLS NO!"

The hall erupted again, and Zakar had to shout them down and adjourn the conference to breakout groups- as in, letting the kids go to different corners of the room to discuss the issues, then come back to talk about it- to let them cool down. But despite the over-the-top enthusiasm, he was pleased with the proceedings, thus far- while tensions were still high, at least the students were on their side. It warmed his heart to see the children seeing the value of an education. With the lull in activities, he turned to his colleagues- Moff Graham, Moff Vudrirn, and Grigory.

"No dull moment, right?", Zakar snarked, smiling cheekily.

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Elisea Apollodor

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The 704th First Imperial Medical Mobile Surgical Unit, FIMMSU.

Specialist Apollodor landed with a contingent of the First Imperial Medical Services' finest along with FOCIE (First Order Corp of Imperial Engineers)' finest. It was an all-hands affair as the First Order welcomed Cantros into its family of worlds. Apollodor was moving boxes from the trucks to the supply tents. Dr. Fevris Derzelas Fevris Derzelas and Dr. Karisa Karisa were both on hand to help the locals by either teaching or helping with basic healthcare needs and at other times emergency calls.
Cantrosians respected strength, the Medical Unit and their engineering counterparts were hard at work to prove that knowledge was power, and thus it was also a strength. The camp was sprawled out in the rural area known as Silvestris, with a set of small mountains to the south and rolling hills to the north. The Specalist's wife Jedi Nylea Apollodor Nylea Apollodor was on hand as well, probably doing the most important task - keeping the young cubs entertained while they waited to get their immunization shots.
Ariadne Gallaer was a member of FOCIE, and one that Apollodor passed as she went to get another set of crates. Plasticrate after plasticrate, the supplies were marked First Order, for Cantros. All in the effort to bring the planet up to the Dosuunian Standard that is that every world that was welcomed into the First Order's embrace would have their standard of living brought up to be the same as Dosuun's. So far the country was quiet, then again, with the FOA (First Order Army) helping to train the Cantrosian Self Defense Force nearby. Quiet wasn't exactly quiet, but compared to Avalonia it might as well be.

 
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Caio was getting used to the schedule of stag duty, patrols, and QRF. While the majority of the battalion focused on training and mentoring the Cantrosian Defence Force, his company had the less glamorous work of keeping their own lines secure. It meant at least that he got outside the camp more than his peers even if the days were long and the work monotonous.

It wasn't that he minded working with the Cats (the name had stuck despite all efforts from superiors to the contrary). They might have looked bizarre and had some strange customs but at least they didn't have headbutting contests for fun like the aliens on Solem did. Training recruits was bad enough, it was worse again when you didn't share the same language, times three when they were a different species.

The OMLTs had even worse. They didn't just train the Cats, they lived with them, ate with them, trained alongside them for ops. There'd already been enough misunderstandings while the offworlders and locals got used to each other. Caio remembered the frustrations when his own planetary defence force had been incorporated into the First Order's military. The Cats had odd ideas about hierarchy and dominance, even their tactics seemed odd to the human eyes.

At least the civil construction and medical teams seemed to be getting on fine. There'd been sporadic conflict on Cantros before their arrival. The clash between isolationists and those wanting to forge greater links offworld had even manifested itself in the capital at the summit. The elevation to the Dosuunian Standard had proved popular though, even with hardliners. No one argued with better irrigation schemes or improved transport links, especially when they weren't footing the bill.

The APCs were idling near the gate entrance, engines purring. Kaza was chatting to one of the Cantrosian officers using broken Basic. Sign language seemed to help fill in most of the gaps. Caio had picked up a few words of the local argot but it was hard to speak it fluently without a tail or scent markers. He ignored the conversation and clambered up the side, taking Somhairle's hand to haul himself up the last couple of feet.

"Helmet" Somhairle reminded him and Caio made a face. He took it off and stowed it in his pack. Peace support operation procedure meant less headgear so they'd appear friendly and unthreatening to the local populace. He thought it was a load of bollocks but rules were rules. "Where are we heading this time?" "There's been rumours of a bit of trouble a few clicks north of here. Might just be a dispute between farmers but the OC said we're to check it out".

"Great" Caio muttered, the engine on the APC rising in volume as it powered up. Kaza hopped onto the side of the lead one, tapping the turret. The platoon headed out the gate, following the road.
 
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This was the kind of work that Fevris truly loved doing. Research, administrative tasks, combat support - these were all things that the Bakuran could execute with just as much excellence and that also brought her fulfillment. But very few things could match the satisfaction of just tending to patients as they came by, no immediate dangers, no lives on the line. These were the true purposes of medicine: prevention and care.

Fevris finished applying a vaccine on a sturdy Cantros man after having done the standard checking over, and then answered some questions. In some other compartments of the tents, holodisplays were set out providing information on all basic health topics - some aimed at the children, some giving more complex information to the adults. Anatomy, diet, hygiene, first aid...It had been a welcome surprise to see that the Cantros were very open to learning about these topics. "All done here, I hope you have a good day, sir." The Cantrosian returned her goodbye and left.

In that small moment of respite between patient and patient, the Bakuran moved her sapphire gaze towards the Chiss surgeon she had come to know not to so long ago. She had not yet gotten a chance to greet her properly today, and so Fevris walked over to her station with a small smile on her lips. "A pleasure to see you again, Dr. Karisa. I trust you've been doing well?"


 

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704th First Imperial Medical Mobile Surgical Unit (FIMMSU)
Part of the First Order's OPERATION OPEN PAW Response on Cantros
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"The surgical procedure should be straightforward and make a significant difference in the quality of life for your young one and peace of mind for you as well. I am honored to be able to provide such relief," Brask'ari'sabosen conveyed with a confident nod to the parents of a Cantrosian child who had an untreated cleft palate to which was causing feeding issues not to mention speech and psychological ones that deformities do. "I shall see you all in the morning," the blue-skinned near-human offered with a small smile, giving a secondary finger wave to the kitten cub as they made their way to the "Fimmsoo's" exit.

Crimson orbs caught the human form of Specialist Elisea Apollodor bringing in crates of what appeared to be surgical supplies that she would use tomorrow in her "Happy Smile" day as the Cantrosian family passed by the woman. It took everyone working as a team to make this a well-oiled machine from top to bottom. It was all much appreciated the hard work and dedication to duty. All the outreach by the First Order to the Cantrosians was paying off with the number of referrals Brask'ari'sabosen was receiving for consults from the local physicians that did not have the means nor expertise to treat certain conditions. Hopefully, that would change soon as teaching opportunities came about.

These kinds of humanitarian opportunities where the Chiss battle surgeon could use her skills to truly make a difference is what she lived for. The First Order had one of the finest medical services available in the galaxy and it was upon them to share it with the worlds that came under their banner - like Cantros. To be honest, the doctors and medical staff of FIMS were delighted to do so. They didn't need to be told twice to help the community at large in any way needed. That went for the military as well as the government officials working hard to provide security and further development of the planet to bring it up to "Dosuunian Standards".

Brask'ari'sabosen leaned on what they were calling the nurse's station with datapad in hand dressed in her medical uniform with a white lab coat over top, imputing her last notes into the patient's chart when the Chief Medical Officer walked over. The Chiss pressed the enter button then turned and fixed her glowing red eyes on Fevris Derzelas Fevris Derzelas in a friendly yet professional way.

"And you, Doctor Derzelas. Yes, I have been. Thank you for inquiring," she canted her dark head graciously, then continued. "I should inform you that my surgical schedule is already filling up nicely. I have three cleft lip repairs and one palate, plus one spinal fusion for scoliosis in a couple of days after getting all the necessary prelim work done. I am very glad to be a part of this mission helping the Cantrosians. They seem appreciative of the assistance and care provided. How are things shaping up for you? Any interesting cases of note so far?"


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First Imperial Knight Matma Bernu trudged through the camp, mind wandering. When intelligence had come down regarding the insurgency, plans were activated. While the FOA was primarily occupied in the city, the Knights had been relegated to assisting the humanitarian efforts in the country-side. Ser Bernu, after the briefing, asked the Knight-Commander a simple question that had rattled in his mind: shouldn't the Knights be where their martial talents would make the most sense, where the bombings had taken place?

Knight-Commander Roule's simple response had chastened him. "As I'm sure your undoubtedly aware, Ser Bernu, to the galaxy at large, people can't tell Force-Users apart. The Jedi... the Sith...all the others. To the galaxy, they're the same thing- men and women with too much power, squabbling over religion, while the rest of us are just collateral damage in their wake. If you charge into Minkaren waving that laser sword, you validate that. Knights are servants of all, Ser Bernu- no task is beneath us. Remember that."

Matma was broken out of his reverie by the cry of a medic. "Ser", he panted, pausing to catch his breath. "Ser, we have a shipment landing soon- medical supplies. But with everything going on, we're stretched a little thin. I know this isn't your area, but would you mind helping us out? We have to deliver them all around the camp", he finished sheepishly.

The Chiss chuckled and clapped the medic's shoulder. "Lead the way." With that, he followed the medic to the landing zone, where they would start distributing the supplies around the camp.

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Enemies: Elicia Hejaran Elicia Hejaran | Arlan Harper

Gao-Feh-Yu was unsure whose idea it was to make this his assignment.

Maybe it was meant as a joke.

Either way, it was a very bad idea.

On a good day Gao had to remind himself that humans were not food. Usually. Now he was romping down this refugee camp, trying to help out in any way he could, while also aggressively ignoring the children and weak men flailing about hoping for a vaccine, medicine or something else. No, this was definitely someone higher-up trying to embarrass him.

Well, the jokes were on them, he would NOT.

Repeat.

NOT eat a human child. That would be very bad for the public relationships campaign the First Order was trying to run right now.

"Sssir, what can I do now?" The Imperial Raptor asked politely towards one of his superiors. They stared up and blinked at him. "Um. You. Uh. Go unload those crates, will ya? Yeah, do that." Gao sighed in relief, but it seemed more like he snarled with the way the air hissed between sharp carnivour teeth.

"Thank you, yess, good bye sssir!"

Cue a very large raptor falling in line with Matma Bernu Matma Bernu just as he was about to go up the ramp to unload the crates. "Hello fellow Knight. Pleasssant day, yesss?"

The human smile he tried to show failed to convey the comfort he was trying to relay.
 
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In the vicinity: Zakar Vass | Vidia Vudrirn | Alois Hammer Alois Hammer | Feyra
Bodyguarding: Delilah Graham & Zakar Vass

This wasn't much of a spy job.

Just shadow the boss and keep her safe and happy. Sure, Adrian agreed with that, because it was the smart play. Make your boss happy and hopefully they'd make you happy in turn. Besides, there was nothing wrong with dressing up and sipping martinis. There wasn't much of the latter going on yet but that would hopefully change soon.

Maybe once the meeting was over.

He calmly scanned the proceedings, before his hand casually went to rest on his blaster holster.

"I picked up a few more tools, if we end up needing back-up, Moff Graham, Moff Vass." It was getting a bit rowdy. Vass didn't seem concerned about it, but Cassidy didn't like it. When there was chaos there could be the potential of fire.

If one of them looked over, he'd show the top of a shield emitter.

That way- something pops off? They'd have a bubble just for that.
 

Arlan Harper

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Location: Cantros, Vicinity of First Order Garrison
Allies: Elicia Hejaran Elicia Hejaran
Various Opposition: Adrian Cassidy Adrian Cassidy | Gao-Feh-Yu Gao-Feh-Yu | Matma Bernu Matma Bernu | Karisa Karisa | Fevris Derzelas Fevris Derzelas | Caio Caio | Elisea Apollodor | Zakar Vass | Alois Hammer Alois Hammer | Delilah Graham | The First Order

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As the small handful of persons shifted from alleyway to the main concourse they found themselves emerging into a scene of unease. No mass running, no chaotic and sudden migration of foot mobiles - but a general unease as some of the street's occupants looked to the sky. No one could have missed that explosion. Looking over his shoulder and motioning, Arlan fell back into step with one of the local Cantrosians who had joined their number. "Where would you start looking first?" he asked. The House Mecetti noble was in new waters here, the streets looked, smelled, and simply were different than those of traditional Tapani Sector holdings. Whether it was mere coincidence or a subtle undertone of Cantrosian culture he didn't know. Rather than voice his opinion, the orange furred local simply nodded down an adjacent street. "That way it is." Arlan grimaced. It almost physically pained him to have to rely on local intelligence. Honestly, he'd have preferred to have more time to assess, plan, and line up more logistics support but the state of the galaxy being what it was, they were lucky they'd been able to cobble together what they had.

Continuing down the street in the direction their Cantrosian contact had indicated Arlan immediately noticed a somewhat increased presence. Mostly other Cantrosians but these ones were wielding blaster pistols and a few odds and ends blast vests. Careful not to let his gaze linger too long he thought he noticed some sort of emblem on their vests. Must be local defense forces. That means the garrison can't be too far now. Even as the thought crossed his mind his suspicions were confirmed. The gray uniforms of the Imperial Army stood out from the Cantrosians. The neat lines, the crisply shined boots and uniform accessories - admirable really. Hopefully today they wouldn't have to find out if it was merely a facade. A quick flick of his wrist sent two of their number absconding down an adjacent alley. There they'd make their first scan, that should at least get them pointed in the right direction of the major communications relay.

Meanwhile, Arlan and the aforementioned Cantrosian took a quick break, finding a piece of curb to sit on. Reaching inside a pouch at his belt Arlan retrieved a cigara and offered his new friend one. "So, what's the cuisine like here?" he said, making small talk while the disguised Harper guards made their initial scan out of the line of sight. Between puffs of smoke he glanced periodically at the uniforms down the street. That had to be the garrison. Lucky for the Imperials, that wasn't their target. Or was it lucky for Arlan and his men? A frontal assault against an Imperial military? Odds of success were slim on a good day. Behind the pair they heard feet, a familiar face stepping from the alley back onto the street. "Let's keep going." Arlan interjected. "I've got a hankering for some food." One of the Harper guards made a subtle motion with his hand giving Arlan a direction. Stepping off again they continued on down the road, one step closer to finding the relay - he hoped.

 
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The longer they waited, the more the First Order would be able to shore up its response. Haste would be necessary, but it was of paramount importance that their operation not be rushed.

As the group dispersed, Cantrosian rebels joined their civilian counterparts in the frantic crowd that ensued. This cr0wd was neither organized nor did it have a purpose - they were but hapless innocents in the wrong place at the wrong time, desperate to flee from whatever conflict brewed in the city. First Order forces were conscious to not mow down every Cantrosian they saw, which lent them some advantage. It was a crude tactic, mixing armed rebels with unarmed innocents, but for any group which found itself to be hopelessly outnumbered and outmatched, it was the only effective one.

Another shockwave tore through the streets, shaking the foundations of nearby buildings. Another blast, this one targeting first responders. Elicia would use the discord from this blast to make her move. Adjacent to the building First Order and Cantrosian government officials was a modest office building, and it was here that Elicia would position herself. The offices did not tower over the government building, nor did it offer substantial protection from outside events. What it did offer, however, was a relatively clear line of sight to multiple entries and exits of the government building.

The rebels had expressed a desire to minimize collateral damage, and Elicia shared that desire. In this galaxy, dark forces were unforgiving. They cared not for historic sites or cultural relics, only for the cooperation of their subordinate worlds, be it by force or voluntary. She wanted to give them the benefit of the doubt, but if they were aligning with the CIS, that gave some insight as to their values. It was a tough pill to swallow that self-harm to their homeworld was a requisite to the expulsion of the First Order, but the price of putting themselves under the boot of it was even steeper.

"We're in position, Ms. Hejaran.", a Cantrosian voice said via comms.

"Go.", she said coolly. A modest strike team comprised of mostly Cantrosian insurgents, augmented by a handful of Mecetti agents sought to force their way into the building via a rear entryway. There was a spike in blaster fire, before the voice returned to her comms, panting somewhat.

"We're too late! They locked down the access points!"

He sounded panicked, as if he were moments away from death. Perhaps he was. If she knew one thing, it was that information had the power to change the course of history.

"What do you see? Hear?", she asked.

The answer she received was the sound of blaster fire, with pained expressions of a losing fight on the side. After a few moments, the voice spoke. "Uh, there's CHG. We expected that. The First Order...it's hard to tell. There's a lot, but I can't make out their uniform markings."

Uniform markings? Perhaps her intelligence was wrong. She was led to believe that the First Order sent stormtroopers with their dignitaries, but in this case it appeared to be the rank-and-file. Maybe their uphill climb wasn't as steep as they were initially led to believe.

"Get out.", she said into her commlink. After a brief moment of paus, she continued. "Do it now."

Another blast. Though the shockwave rippled through her veins, this one was invisible to her. A plume of smoke and debris drifted skyward from the opposite side of the building. Suddenly, the back door became a much less viable access point. Looking through the mirrored glass of the offices, she scanned the events transpiring on the ground with great care.

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Where is she...", Elicia muttered to herself.


 
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Jalik's mouth opened but Caio heard nothing. "What?" he yelled. The other man shook his head in annoyance and tapped the earpiece. Caio copped on and adjusted the settings. "I said at least it's not raining". The voice was crystal clear now even over the roaring of the engine. Caio squinted up at the sun. The paler members of the battalion were suffering in the heat but he'd made sure to slather on plenty of sun cream before they headed out.

They were riding desant, most of the platoon was sprawled atop their carriers, enjoying the sun and fresh air. The APCs were like ovens inside and they'd heard enough boogeyman stories about IEDs in the area to prefer being on top. The local model vehicles were fast but light on armour. Briefing pictures had shown what the burnt out wrecks looked like during the civil war.

The rural spots on Cantros were actually quite pretty once you got used to the place. Farmers were toiling in the fields, a heavy vehicle ploughing while the APCs passed. Most of the locals here seemed friendly enough, meaning they smiled and even waved at the transports going by. Probably something to do with the medical station near by. The First Order medics had been hard at work since planetfall and were fast becoming the most popular presence on the planet. It was hard to argue with someone treating your injuries or ailments.

"The docs are hard at work" there was a grudging respect there to his words. Caio might rile up other service branches but the medical services were generally off limits. You never knew when you might need them.

There was a smell now and his nose wrinkled. Something burning? The wisps of smoke on the horizon confirmed it and he could see others were craning their necks to see. "Feth" murmured Kanner. The lead APC was slowing and their one mimicked it. Lt. Kaza's voice was calm over the comm, "OKay, everyone debus here".

Caio dropped down the side of the APC, fanning out to the edge of the road. He could see Dai and his spotter peeling away, moving to jog to a hillock off on the flank. "We getting a bit paranoid? Might just be burning a field" "Since when are shots fired for that?"

The lead APC started trundling forward again, Kaza's section on either side of it, keeping pace with a slow jog. Another order and Caio's section groaned collectively, trudging off the road into the field and fanning out. Section two mimicked them on the other side. They were close enough now to see a collection of farm buildings, two of them aflame.
 

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When he was young, Zakar didn't fear much. He was smart, prodigiously strong in the Force- even for the Korun- and unmatched in the field of combat. He had fought best- and the worst- that the galaxy had to offer, and came out unscathed. It wasn't until he was older, until he married Khitha, until Kase was born, that true fear manifested.

A fear of loss.

It's one thing to be able to protect himself. But he couldn't protect Khitha during the Fall of Dosuun. When the Dosuun Hegemony attempted to press gang him into service, to take his son- and the children of the Korun diaspora- he couldn't protect them all. Eventually, Zakar came to realize that try as you may, you can't account for every variable, account for every lost.

That what was on his mind, as the head of the CHG detachment in the Capitol Building briefed him. The insurrectionists had resorted to truly despicable measures- blending into the crowd, attacking first responders, detonating explosive devices, as they waged a running battle with FOA and the CHG as attempted to breach the building before they were snuffed out by superior force and number.

Zakar paused as the building shook- another explosion, closer by. The children- both from the Cantros Society and Fortan Institute- put on a brave face, but he could sense the anxiety, the trepidation rolling of them in wave. His fist tightened.

If these terrorists think they can march in here to murder us, I think they have misjudged the situation entirely.

Switching gears, he reached out to Delilah via the Force.

'Apologies for...talking this way, but I feel discretion is key. Have you heard from the FOSB, by chance?'

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The second jolting explosion was a surprise to Delilah, raising the hair on the back of her neck in fear.

The third was not a surprise, and it didn't scare her, despite being closer.

It simply infuriated her.

She listened intently as the CHG briefed them on the situation, her gaze unflinching. When her cabinet colleague's voice sounded in her head, she rankled initially, but his rationale was entirely sound. If whatever these terrorist group called themselves had infiltrated the crowds, then they could easily have infiltrated the room. Her cool gaze swept the room, taking in everyone she could see, everyone she could sense. Who were these people? Would they blow up a building full of children? It didn't seem like that would stop them...

Delilah glanced at Vass and shook her head. "Not yet," she murmured. There wasn't enough in the content of her statement to worry about speaking out loud. Luckily, they had Adrian Cassidy Adrian Cassidy there with them, with some party favors. She gave him an appreciative nod and glanced at her datapad again. "Stay close to us, no matter what happens," Delilah told Agent Queen under her breath.

The aide was nowhere to be seen, so she took matters into her own hands, typing out a message to the only other First Order asset in the area outside of Queen: Tir Grastis Tir Grastis . "NEED STATUS UPDATE. WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON OUT THERE?"

 

Arlan Harper

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Location: Cantros, Vicinity of First Order Garrison
Allies: Elicia Hejaran Elicia Hejaran
Various Opposition: Adrian Cassidy Adrian Cassidy | Gao-Feh-Yu Gao-Feh-Yu | Matma Bernu Matma Bernu | Karisa Karisa | Fevris Derzelas Fevris Derzelas | Caio Caio | Elisea Apollodor | Zakar Vass | Alois Hammer Alois Hammer | Delilah Graham | The First Order

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He could smell it before see it. The aroma of fresh cut bay leaves, something smoky, and the unmistakable smell of grilled fish. "Beats the space rations, eh?" he smiled jovially at his hodge-podge of human and Cantrosian counterparts. They opened up into what appeared to be a canteen of sorts, various stalls and mobile grills were set up around a central courtyard in which rest tables, a few hover sleds, and independent merchants plying their wares. All in all, it seemed like an.. no, not nice.. interesting place but the food did smell amazing. Arlan never complained but the space rations blocked him up something fierce. "Quick bite?" he grinned, stepping up to one of the vendors. A subtle motion with his hand sent the scanner team slowly shuffling towards another alleyway at the edge of the market meanwhile, he and his Cantrosian friend picked out a few attractive items from the menu.

Arlan could feel his mouth begin to water as the sizzle of meat on the grill reached his ears. "So." he said awkwardly. "I can't say we get many visitors of your like in our part of space. Tell me something interesting about Cantros." Despite the fact that House Mecetti was here on business, it didn't preclude him from learning something new. "Well, technically we're on Cantros 7 but everyone just calls it Cantros." the felinoid began. "It's not so much the planet that you'd probably find interesting but the people. You know, we used to stand against Imperialism - before the great fall. It seems our leaders have forgotten who we are and where we come from." the Cantrosian mused. It was an interesting point to note for the House Mecetti man, just a tiny peek into the mind of the man opposite. "Foods up!" spoke the vendor. "Time to go." said Arlan, nabbing the food from the vendor after providing payment.

With the felinoid in tow they head off in the direction of the others. It didn't take long to locate them, huddled in a nearby culvert. A frown from one of the House Mecetti men spoke trouble. "Can't make heads or tails of it sir, scanner seems to be malfunctioning." Arlan grimaced. "Here." he extended his hand, examining the small device in the relative privacy of their staked out culvert. Nothing physically looked wrong with the device, of course it wasn't exactly top of the line, nor was it really intended for what they were using it for. Even so, the wiring looked solid enough. "Hardware or software. Hardware or software." he mumbled, running his hands across the device. "Keep an eye out." he said, taking a knee and resting the device on his thigh. Flipping it over he quickly removed a small panel, the circuitry behind revealed to him. "That'd do it." he said, a sigh escaping his lips. "This'll work for now but we're going to need another fuse, this one is burning up." Fiddling with a small component he replaced the panel, rising to his feet. Flipping the power switch on, the device whirred to life again, the display lighting up. The were on the track again. Handing the device back to the disguised Mecetti guard he stepped from the small culvert, taking a moment to enjoy a bite of his food before they set off again. They were getting closer, the device had indicated a strong signal emanating from farther down the concourse - it'd be soon now. They didn't have much time but he fought the urge to rush. Rushing would only cause them more problems in the long run.
 

Tir Grastis

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The casual patrol assigned to Tir had been largely uneventful. He was tasked with circling the Government building where the officials and deal makers were, while also dipping into streets and alleyways around the area, to see if potential threats were milling about. It wasn't an easy prospect, but the Agent also had several years worth of training and experience under his belt, some good instincts that were vital for Intelligence work, and some other traits that certainly helped. Namely, being an Agent of the FOSB, Tir had been taught to see what others couldn't, and to gauge the likelihood of connections between separate instances.

So, when - for the sixth time - Tir rounded to the rear of the Government building, and saw a group of Cantrosians running at a quick speed across the way, with some humans in the mix, the Firrerreon narrowed his eyes. They were moving pretty quick, no doubt, but there had also been an explosion not long before, which could put some groups on edge. Still, Tir felt maybe it was worth something, to take note of, but whether he bothered to call in a group of mixed species individuals running away from the Government building at increased speed across the area -- yeah, that sounded like something to call in, he figured, as he looked back to the Government building and figured alert made sense.

Better to have a false check-in than miss a positive one.

Tir reached up to his earpiece, as he stepped out onto the curb, near a building opposite where the officials were. He saw the street where the group ran, but otherwise lost sight of them, due to his position parallel to them along the buildings. The Firrerreon began to walk that way, and when his commlink activated, he opened his mouth to speak, and then the second explosion happened--

Force, heat, debris, sound and pain!

--Tir was thrown from his feet, as he rolled across the pavement away from the building that had been the target, and ragdolled to a stop against a bunch of displaced and strewn chairs and tables. He growled, on the ground and feeling the effects of the explosion across the way, as he struggled to get back to his feet. Some screams, which sounded hollow and distant, could kind of be heard around. Tir blinked, as he tried to peer through the smoke and lighter debris that floated to the ground. His ears rang, his head felt like it had been smacked by a Wampa, and he had pain along his right side in several places; mainly his shoulder and forearm and a cursory glance revealed some shrapnel embedded into his skin, from the explosion or something that had been destroyed by it, clearly.

The Agent hadn't been very close to the Government building explosion, he had been across the thorough-way and street from the building, so to step out into an explosion several dozen meters away had been a surprise, for sure. Tir worked his jaw, as he put a finger into his ear and tried to wiggle the displaced air away, but it didn't really help. His other ear, which had the small earpiece inside, seemed to have been saved from the worst of it, so the Agent could hear the shouts - barely - over the comm...

"Rover here, Boss. You had a second explosion to the back of your building," Tir said as he winced and stared at the aftermath of what had been a charge against a rear entry. "No one nearby on detonation, but saw a group of humans and Cantrosians making tracks, real quick before it blew. Pursue it, or stay on location?"

Always easier to get the word from the boss. As Tir deactivated the comm speaker, he turned and regarded the direction where a number of the locals and some humans had been running. It was entirely possible they were leaving the area after that explosion from earlier, but that had been a fair distance away and most locals and individuals around seemed alert but not alarmed. Quick pace, sure, but a sprint? Seemed pretty sus, Tir had to admit. He grimaced as he crunched his boots on some flexiglass from the nearby buildings, the windows looked to have shattered or cracked, and cast an eye over the damage to the surroundings.

This has turned out to be a shik-show, Tir thought as he walked with a quickened step toward the street he had seen the group take. Always someone who likes to cause a problem.

With another grunt, Tir pulled the sharp pieces of debris from his shoulder and forearm. The wounds would heal quick enough, but he put a hand over the shoulder to keep pressure and stop bleeding, nonetheless. It took him another thirty-odd seconds to make his way to the same street the running group had disappeared down, as he stepped around the corner and looked along the building fronts, a bit of a sight with his bloody arm and dust-covered face and clothing...


 

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