Children of the Empire; Imperial Confederation Dominion of Anaxes

[Mellifluous Magenta]

Private ST-00/0666, “Beast”
Post 4
Objective III/IV, The Constabulary/BYOO
Equipment: Mk. IX Katarn-Class Battle Armor, DC-15AB Blaster Rifle, F-11D Blaster Rifle, DC-17 Hand Blaster, 2 Thermal Detonators
Location: Fort Anaxes, Anaxes

The last tank in the vehicle bay sped off with a deep rumble as 0666 slid behind a broad workstation in order to stay out of sight. A quick scan of her surroundings and a glimpse at her sensors told her that there were only four other people in the vehicle bay, each of them unarmed and unarmored. Not wanting to trigger any alarms for the time being, 0666 remained behind cover and activated the holographic map of the fort’s interior which had been transmitted to her armor during the briefing.

Her first goal would be to reach the primary command center without triggering any of the alarms. Once there, she would need to take control of the electronic systems so that she could close all blast doors and points of entry. Then, she planned to utilize the communication systems to call for reinforcements directly from command, so that she would not be alone in defending the fort when the breachers inevitably realized that they had lost control of it. Unfortunately, she did not trust the ability of the siege camp to send reinforcements her way, since it would be too busy recovering from the attack to be able to send out assistance.

After a few moments of waiting, the five mechanics left the vehicle bay, seemingly heading towards the direction of the mess hall. Fortunately, 0666 only needed reach the primary command center, which was located fifteen floors up. The elevator was only a few meters away from her current position.She took one more glance at her sensors, before emerging from behind the workstation and moving towards the door. Then, she pressed the button for floor twenty-six and after a few moments, the door opened and she crept inside.

As the doors slid shut and the elevator lurched upwards, 0666 took a position at the far right corner of the cabin and waited. Unfortunately, it wasn’t long until she felt the brakes deploy as the elevator prepared to stop at floor twenty-one.

Beast held her breath and flicked the safety off on her F-11D. The elevator came to a stop at floor twenty-one, but the doors seemed to remain shut for an agonizingly long time, before they finally slid open with a scraping noise that was akin to nails on chalkboard in its unpleasantness.

No one was waiting to enter.

Beast continued to hold her breath, not daring to move even an inch. Her eyes scanned all possible angles in a fast and intensely-focused manner. Fortunately, her sensors caught a single signature which was heading directly away from the elevator and into another room. After waiting for what seemed to be an eternity, the doors slid shut and the elevator lurched upward once again. 0666 finally let go of her breath, although she resolved to check the stairwells after she reached the command level, in case the person who had pressed the button on floor twenty-one had decided to get some exercise instead of waiting.

The rest of the brief trip passed without further incident, and the elevator let her out at floor twenty-six without attracting further attention. As anticipated and hoped for, the hallway was almost completely empty. However, the repetitive sounds of activity could be heard from the command center. As soon as she left the elevator, 0666 made a quick sweep of the stairwell before returning to the main hallway.

With her F-11D held up at the ready, Beast stalked along the walls as she moved towards the command center. Her sensors picked up six different signatures inside of the room, far too many for her to comfortably take hostage without undue amounts of hassle. The next stage of her plan would have to be executed with as much speed, brutality, and poise as possible. There was no time for hesitation or mercy, and she didn’t intend to let any such trivialities hinder her plan.

The blast door to the command center had been left conveniently open, although from what she could tell at a cursory glance, the structure was ancient and heavily scarred with damage, much like the rest of the fort. Without warning, Beast strode inside of the room itself, initially escaping notice from the six individuals within the room until she turned around and slammed both of the blast doors shut. A stunned chorus of gasps met her when the command personnel realized the presence of an intruder in their midst. Beast didn’t give them time for much more. With her holographic reticle aligned with the stunned expression of the sensors operator, Beast squeezed the trigger of her F-11D and blew his brains to bits of charred matter and red mist. Suddenly, the room turned into a bursting phantasmagoria of tibanna gas and plasma bolts, as Beast summarily executed those within.

 

[Kier Grey]

Ashima
Anaxes Surface, Nearby Fort Anaxes.
Tags: [member="Tobias Wrynn"], [member="ST-00/0666"]

Behind Tobias came a low mechanical thrumming sound followed by a baritone and gnarly staccato of gurgling sounds that sounded eerily similar to a chuckle. Next, it came, the ground vibrated gently followed closely behind by the distinct snapping and breaking of lofty trees. Apish and feral in its' movements the Audax-Class Walker wearing the distinct countenance of some predatory animal lowered its' 'nose' down towards Tobias from a height of fifteen meters and somewhat unceremoniously drags the repeating blaster-equipped snout along his armour's spine in the greeting one might observe an undomesticated animal convey to one of its' pack for there was a distinct lack of maliciousness in the movement. Despite Ashima's lack of maliciousness none would be comfortable with what amounted to a several thousand-ton living wolf dragging its' snout hungrily along the length of their body.

Its' Pilot smirked looking through Ashima's eyes. What have we here? The thought was beamed in a quiet rumble through the air between the Ironwolf's head and Tobias. "What have we here?" One could have forgiven for believing the construct was some kind of autonomous droid platform from its' unliving deep virile tone. Wrynn wouldn't have been able to hear the young woman and machine speaking in tandem, for that sound was restricted within the Cockpit's hermetic atmosphere. A Stormtrooper who looks ill-prepared to launch a one-man assault on a fortress occupied by Criminals and protected by amateur snipers. Its' pilot thought again this time turning head to the side in a thoughtful rotating motion that Ashima's "Head" Mimicked actively, constantly restraining its' droid-consciousness from spinning the dual-linked rotary blaster cannons on its' left-arm threateningly. "A Stormtrooper who looks ill-prepared to launch a one-man assault on a fortress occupied by Criminals and protected by amateur snipers."

"Confirmed the contact's IFF transponder. He's a Stormtrooper named 'Wrynn'" Tactical Officer Bly reported, sparing a glance behind their left-shoulder towards Ashima who has possessed the Pilot's sinewy power-armour sheathed body and made it ape the Walker's feral posture as if a Puppetmaster. "Ma'am!?" Concerned Bly asked again, worried from that dead-look in the pair of Hazel Spheres belonging to her Commander. That verbal nudge brought the Death Trooper pilot back to reality quickly sitting up straight with arms lowered to leather-wrapped perches. "Yes, First Officer Bly I heard you." Her tone is cold and solemn which contrasted with Ashima's fiery, passionate and impulsive machine soul yet despite this there was no animosity between the two entities and their Psychosomatic link. Droplets of moisture hung across Ashima's hull pleasure pulsed down the Pilot's spine with a frigid biting. Another message pulses through Neural Link to Ashima's vocalisers steadily rising the backwards-jointed legs took a pair of steps rearward from Tobias yet regardless its' chassis remained low off of the ground. You look like you could use some help breaking into that fort. I can help you.

Ashima's droid-voice followed swiftly after the thought, in fact it coincided with one-another eliminating any lag. "You look like you could use some help breaking into that fort, we can help." The gargantuan armoured war machine offers, it appeared to be autonomous with a distinct consciousness, however. While this was the apperance it has ultimately slaved to its' Pilot's will.

 

[Tobias Wrynn]

From his prone position, Wrynn jerked violently when he heard an insidious sound behind him. A Sniper who's position became compromised was tantamount to a corpse, and his instinct was just that. It's been a good run, Tobes. Your number's finally up. Get your tags ready for them to find-

It was off how all of the Imperial training could mentally prepare you for your own death. There was something surreal about being faced with it and finding yourself embraced by an absolute numbness. His mind ran through rank and file responses about what to do, both to maximize his combat efficiency and to assure that his data could be collected by allies, but not the enemy. The Mark IX did have a failsafe integrated, and his mind did broach vocalizing the alpha-numeric code-

But before he could do anything else, the massive machine acted like an Akk cub nuzzling its parent, and promptly sent the Stromtrooper sprawling on his face. "What in the name-?"

A mechanized voice called out, oddly out of character for such an automaton. He knew immediately that this was some manner of ally, but chillingly, that he had no idea had been deployed. "My Coordinator's gone null," he responded, "so I've been waiting on taking a shot. I called for leave to proceed, so my assumption is my mission is compromised at this point."

He managed to get to his feet and give the Walker the once over. Bloody dangerous thing. Good thing it was on his side? Was it on his side? Well, it sure sounded that way.

"But if you're going that direction, I'd be glad to spot for you while you blow a Walker +1 sized hole in that there wall."

[member="Kyli DT-6767"]

 

[Kier Grey]

Ashima
Anaxes Surface, Nearby Fort Anaxes.
Tags: [member="Tobias Wrynn"], [member="ST-00/0666"]

Whirring Servos in Ashima's knees pushed the great girl to her full height of fifty feet looking down with its' streamlined predatory skull to Tobias on the Earth, its' crimson red hull in full view pennants commemorating her Pilot's victories and distinctions hung from their weapon apertures. I am aware of your mission here, Trooper She smirked with an icy inflexion, and though the man could neither see or hear the expression both Bly and Toth could as Ashima and its' Commander's voice spoke in a disturbing unison within the cockpit. "I kind of feel bad about this." Toth admitted with Frankness the other two had come to expect from his matured existence. "What, about getting nuzzled by Ashima? She's a beautiful glad-hearted girl aren't you?" Bly's gloved hand rubs in thorough affection against the cockpit wall, a shiver of pleasure running through the walker's iron bones. "Yes you are, little bit cranky sometimes but a good girl!" Bly's praise is met by a happy purr that reverberates in a gentle shudder.

"We are aware of your mission here, Trooper." That admission costs Ashima and its' crew nothing but would have raised more questions regarding the vehicle's relationship if any with the Confederation's Military. "You need a better weapon." Ashima's head went slack, its' knees bent ever-so-slightly. Wrynn would hear the distinct hiss of an airlock though not see its' source. A black bag was ejected from Ashima's skull and landed on the forest floor beside its' clawed left foot. The hiss repeated and Ashima's ironform snapped into feral canine rigidity again. "There is a railgun in that bag, assemble it quickly. We are angry and yearn to break down their pitiful fortress wall."

Twin-linked barrels began to spin with a distinct hair-raising whine that only metal cylinders travelling through the air at eighteen thousand revolutions per minute could make. Restlessly Ashima shifts its' clawed toes and lowers down coiling like a spring, eager to jolt into a feral sprint through the treeline separating the pair from a world of firepower mounted along the one-hundred and fifty feet foot three-meter thick wall. "We will draw their fury, identifying Sniper positions for you to dispatch. Our feet shall trigger or destroy landmines along the designated path, follow behind in our wake upon your advance." Ashima warned giving a wolfish snarl followed by a low baritone gurgling that passed as growling within the realm of beasts.

 

[Aram Kalast]

Aram had continued to sit in alone in the darkened office.
His mind had gone into a state of thinking that made him appear to be in a trance of sorts, silently mulling over the complex plans within his head that had, either been cut short or accelerated by the news out of First Order space.

He tapped the communicator on the chair, releasing a signal to one of his many officers that were currently on planet with him. The CIC would have to be quick to survive what was coming, for it had gone beyond petty border disputes with a Republic that had no right to territory. No, if the First Order was destroyed then it meant something else entirely. Between the obvious formation of raging warlord factions that were sure to appear and the invading forces that had all but annihilated them there would be no respite.

“Sir.” Words broke through the chairs radio signals.

“Prepare document twenty-seven.” Kalast would say calmly. Already imagining the receiving messenger already starting to go through the various pre-numbered documentation write-ups that were in place to assure that the ISB were always the first to respond to any situation.

“Twenty-Seven. Copy that. Deliverant?”

“The High Councillor.”

 

[Mellifluous Magenta]

Private ST-00/0666, “Beast”
Post 5
Objective III/IV, The Constabulary/BYOO
Equipment: Mk. IX Katarn-Class Battle Armor, DC-15AB Blaster Rifle, F-11D Blaster Rifle, DC-17 Hand Blaster, 2 Thermal Detonators
Location: Fort Anaxes, Anaxes - Command Center
[member="Tobias Wrynn"] [member="Kyli DT-6767"]

An eerie silence filled the tibanna-scented air as 0666 set to work at the main control station, entering a pair of access codes which would allow her to override the privileges of the previous occupants and establish the fort as under the control of the Confederation. However, 0666 was no slicer or computer expert. It took her more than a few tries to set up her privileges, and even more attempts to purge the system of criminal influence. Under normal conditions, she would be in a squad with a dedicated slicer, who would have been able to accomplish such menial tasks in mere seconds. Instead, she found herself wanting to unload her blaster into the computer terminal, as a torrent of rage and anxiety colored her emotions. She had been forced to turn off holographic and audio transmissions while she worked, resulting in an ever growing queue of ignored messages from the breachers at the Imperial siege camp. By now, the radio silence from the command center would have elicited suspicion, and it was quite possible that a few of the defenders were going to return to the fort to investigate the situation. She needed to have the fort locked up and sealed before they arrived, or she risked being overrun.

After ten minutes, 0666 had established electronic control over the fort. All systems were under her control, which included the blast doors, turrets, internalized defenses, alarms, and more. The Core Imperial military holonet automatically updated to include Fort Anaxes in the list of friendly military bases, meaning that anyone within close vicinity of the fort would see a visible notification on their HUDs indicating that the fort was officially under Core Imperial control, with the temporary commander listed as ‘Private ST-00/0666’. Perhaps more disconcerting, the population of the garrison was listed at ‘1’.

Her first action as the temporary commander of Fort Anaxes was an intentional tip of her hand.

Within every hall, crevice, bunker, room, and obscure corridor of Fort Anaxes, the alarms spontaneously screeched out. The earsplitting noises were accompanied by an automated message delivered by a feminine artificial intelligence, which was repeated multiple times for all to hear.

“Warning. An intruder has been detected inside of the base. All personnel are to report to the bunkers immediately. This is not a drill. An intruder has been detected inside of the base. All personnel are to report to the bomb shelters immediately. Warning.”

0666 scanned the security cameras as the message was repeated throughout the base. Within a few minutes, the shelters filled up with people as the halls gradually emptied themselves of presence. Not wanting to wait any longer, 0666 gave the order to seal and lock the fort. Suddenly, the personnel who had been summoned to the bunkers were locked inside as prisoners of war. The primary entrance to the fort slowly slid shut, thereby preventing any tanks or walkers from entering. The underground blast doors which led to the tunnel network were closed as well, to stop any of the returning breachers from entering the fort from underground. All exterior entrances were closed, along with all of the interior blast doors which separated each room. Then, 0666 transmitted a hurried holo-message to the military holonet.

“Private ST-00/0666, Imperial transmission code A435690. Fort Anaxes is extremely undermanned and in need of immediate reinforcements to defend the interior. I repeat, Fort Anaxes is undermanned and under siege. Please send immediate assistance! The situation is time-sensitive and can not wait! ST-00/0666 out.”

The message had a markedly desperate tone to it. her voice and body language seemed frenetic and restless. Regardless, with little information directly presented in the message, it was sure to elicit suspicion of being a carefully-laid trap. Unfortunately, with the little time that she had to work with, the message was the best she could accomplish. She could only hope that at least one of the recipients would respond.

 

[Marriskcal Lati]

Marriskcal Lati, Civilian
Objective: The Constabulary / BYOO
Equipment: ???
Location: Exploring the subterranean dig site, Outskirts, Anaxes
With: [member="Seto Du Couteau"]

​

Within the dim surroundings and muted silence that only continued to expand the further they traversed, she sent a flicker of her influence to sharpen her senses. To the Hunter who has often worked intimately with her counterpart within the Guard, it came as second nature.

Far away from the possibility of encountering any residents that lived in the outskirts, her steps became silent once more and her poise straight and rigid. For while Marriskcal may play at being a young lady, she once served as a herald for her Lord and Master and lived a lifetime’s worth of learning from her time with them.

Her eyes flickered back towards Seto when the datapad lit up, knowing that Spot was probably reporting in and making its way back to their sides. As someone whose focus was only on removing the threat, Marriskcal did not take notice of the same aspects as her brother did. While he allowed his thoughts to meander to how it affected the people and their motivations, her thoughts were more intent on how she could use their surroundings to their advantage.

With her sharp focus on the hunt, Marriskcal missed the haunting harmony that whispered its melody into her brother’s mind. And if it was not for his gentle touch and soft words, the young woman would probably have continued to advance.

And his words of caution was merely the overture to the concerto.

Her own senses swelled in a warning crescendo a moment before his shield rose over them. While she heard what the other was saying, the blonde seized the opportunity that presented itself, her own presence trailing after their aggressor’s own signature. And there it was, a flickering flame that was far removed from other smaller flames.

There was a predatory gleam in her eyes as she turned to her brother, her lips curving into an anticipatory smile. “I do believe we have found our suspect.” She paused, her brows furrowing lightly from faint confusion. “And I think… I may have sensed... the children?”

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[Tanomas Graf]

High Chancellor Tanomas Graf​

Objective II - The Federation Prospers​

​

One of Graf's eyebrows raised slightly, he really hadn't expected the minister to give in to Imperial diplomacy so easily. He presumed this had to do with the fact that they came to the table before he subjugated the planet and not the other way around. The High Chancellor reached for the briefcase on the floor and placed it up on the table, opening it with a click and reaching in to grab several physical files. He reached ino his jacket and pulled out a pair of spectacles, sliding them on and then suddenly taking them off, looking at them, and then replacing them in his jacket.

"I understand that the New Republic made quite the mess in the Azure sector in what they dubbed the 'Warlord Campaign', correct? An unsuccessful operation to purge Imperials from the region?" He queried, glancing at the minister. The younger man nodded solemnly, looking at Graf apprehensively. The old politician smiled ruefully, setting down the file to steeple his hands over them "If you accept the invitation into the Federation, you will never have to worry about another power trying to subjugate you." He assured, "Your government will remain unchanged, and will elect an official, usually its leader, to represent it as its planetary governor in the Imperial Assembly."

He slid a black folder across the table, waiting for his colleague to open it to continue. "A governor and federal garrison will be in place at each habitable planet in this system." Graf explained, "A system overseer will link every governor to the Senate, where you will have your say. Everything local, such as policing, commerce, and immigration will be decided by you, not the Senate."

The prime minister hesitated for a moment, looking over the contents before staring back at the High Chancellor before parting his lips to speak.

"Anaxes will join the Confederation."

 

[Tobias Wrynn]

Railgun? Well, it wasn't outside of his skillset to utilize, but it certainly fell outside the constraints for this mission. There was far more in play that he was privy to, but that was hardly abnormal. Stormtroopers were considered cannon fodder by most high ranking Imperials. They probably sent him as a distraction for the real threat- which manifested in the form of an extremely stealthy Walker that made Wrynn glad for the moisture wicking fabric his fatigues were made from, and for the fact that his helmet kept the air he breathed fresh.

He was more relieved than anything, glad his likelihood of death seemed to be steadily dropping, but calculations took over as he fumbled with the bag dispensed from the Walker's head. Standard, small and quick to assemble, discreet, easy to slip through security...

Whoever was inside of that thing was obviously of a much higher security clearance. Two spins of the wrist and the barrel clicked into place, and he glanced down the iron sights. Even with aim assistance in his HUD, he was a Sniper before anything else. He never trusted anything more than his own eye.

"Alright," he confirmed that he had received the order and was prepared to execute it. "I've got your six," Tobias said the words, which sounded almost comical as he addressed a machine that dwarfed him in both size and stopping power.

"Transmit firing data via HUD interface when ready," he studied the weight of the foreign weapon, slinging his own rifle over his back for the time being. It was a heavier tool, and he could tell it would kick like a workhorse. That wasn't necessarily a problem, but it also meant more time between shots.

He really would have to rely on the Walker to keep them distracted.

And then the call went out from inside Fort Anaxes. How the feth did a Private get inside of one of the most defensible fortifications in the known Galaxy, and how-

Actually, Tobias wasn't even surprised anymore. One fifty foot tall Walker was enough excitement for one day. Everything that came from that point on, he was just calling it an anomaly and leaving it at that.

"Did you copy that, pilot?"


[member="Kyli DT-6767"] [member="ST-00/0666"]

 

[Seto Du Couteau]

Seto Du Couteau
Location: Outskirts of Anaxes Major Port City, Inside Partially Constructed Tunnel
Objective: The Constabulary/BYOO
Actions: Finding the missing Children

​

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Seto frowned, he had committed an error by so suddenly raising a defensive stance, I could have sworn. The young Du Couteau heir receded back his hand, the shield dissipated as he turned to face Marr with a nod. "Priority is this suspect, either capture or elimination." Seto spoke evenly, he noticed the slight tug of her lips forming in that predatory smile.

"I will find the children and you can enjoy your. . . hunt." Seto somewhat held pity for this Dulla'han, But we all make our bed and choose to lay on them. He though had a different concern for the children, how they felt in the Force was rather difficult to discern and something in his head was trying to remind him of what this felt like, what he should know about them.

Seto raised his data-pad and noted that Spot was racing towards, the droid's assistance certainly would be helpful but they possessed little time now that whatever was down here knew of both Seto and Marr's presence. Can't let them escape or move around. Seto shifted his stance and readied himself, but paused briefly, a moment of weakness Seto would describe later in his thoughts.

"Do tread carefully with your attire." Seto added before either left to their assigned task.

​

The darkness around him slowly aided in his effort to focus deeper within the Force to find these children, deprived of his sight, he felt more confident with his other senses and the Force proper. But I did react prematurely Seto critiqued his actions thus far, while he understood that his strength with the Force had improved greatly during the passing time of training, his stamina with the Force had barely nudged in any positive direction.

Seto appreciated Marr's pedigree and training from her days with the Praetorian Guards, but he could never condone the treatment, a silly idealistic stance. ​The Force allows people great opportunity, but it also acts as a curse, too many learn to feel everything and accept it all or feel nothing and isolate themselves.

The young Du Couteau continued to move through the dark tunnel, his Force sense slowly and deliberately making certain that no illusion or trickery would hide the children and stop his rescue of them. Confident in his sister's ability to hunt down whatever hostile was down here, he allowed himself to focus less on his guard and more stretching outwards with the Force to find these voices.

Their song grew, a chorus, but quicker almost as if they felt anxious to some extent and Seto quickened himself, he ducked beneath one of the barely finished construction worker tunnels. Warning signs of "Explosives" were around him, but he saw no evidence of anything around him as he moved through the half constructed hallway. Quickly he moved, their voices grew in his head as did their anxiety and a cold hand gripped Seto's heart as he quickly forced a metal door to open.

Seto found the children, eight of them, crossed legged and slightly levitated from the dirt ground, their eyes closed by Seto could see their extreme focus on each of their faces. A Force Meld?

"Marr. . ."

[member="Marriskcal Lati"]

 

[Marriskcal Lati]

Marriskcal Lati, Civilian
Objective: The Constabulary / BYOO
Equipment: Lightsaber (Blue) & Throwing Knives
Location: Exploring the subterranean dig site, Outskirts, Anaxes
With: [member="Seto Du Couteau"]

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Capture or elimination.

Whenever Marriskcal is given a choice in her assignments, it will always be elimination. To the blonde, it was an immaculate and elegant resolution where there was less chances of anything coming back to haunt you a little later down the path. Revenge and resentments were annoying to deal with, and she would prefer to avoid those from trailing after her.

After her brother has brought down his shield fully, she skipped out of its previous boundaries, looking at the other from over a shoulder at his parting words. It was so very Seto in essence. Her smile became tender even as fond exasperation wafted into her presence. “Mm, I’ll remember to be careful~”

The cast of her eyes grew distant as her senses traced after the swath their target was covering. “While this Dulla’han being is some distance away and–” Marriskcal paused, her mind quickening as she considered the possibilities that presented itself to her. “–And I can probably intercept him before he gets close, but I worry that he may have set traps in wait for both you and Spot. You best be vigilant on your end as well.”

And thus, the siblings parted.

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With the ease of one used to striking from the dark, the blonde swathed herself in a shroud, her presence muted to nigh imperceptibility. Her breathing slow and even, she stalked ahead unerringly, following the unfamiliar flickering flame like a hound that caught scent of its wounded prey’s blood.

Perhaps if he had chosen a different area to serve as his lair, a busier area with more life’s flames to obscure her senses, Marriskcal would have found herself somewhat hindered. But here, in the murky and abandoned tunnel, his presence was bright and alluring. She listened to the voice that whispered to her mind, and allowed it to guide her in the path of her target.

And there.

There he stood, in all his ragged glory.

In the darkness, the young woman smiled once more, a vicious little thing that was usually hidden behind an impassive faceplate. Sending a flush of aura through her limbs, Marriskcal lunged, her silhouette seemingly emerging from the shadows as she allowed her shroud to fall. With a swift flicker of her hand, she retrieved one of her throwing knives and embedded it between the joint of his shoulder and arm, twisting it savagely.

“Greetings~”

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[Seto Du Couteau]

Seto Du Couteau
Location: Outskirts of Anaxes Major Port City, Inside Partially Constructed Tunnel
Objective: The Constabulary/BYOO
Actions: Breaking free the Children

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Seto silently cursed to himself as he slowly attempted to connect to the children through the Force but was unable to push himself into this collective. The whole time of hearing their their within the Force, a melody, a single melody, Seto had barely thought that such thing as a Force Meld would had been possible. They're simply children. Seto paused and couldn't simply attempt to cut them away from the single entity state these children were taking part.

And Marr is still hunting down the Dulla'han. Seto couldn't simply attempt to contact her sister in midst of a hunt, simply unwise and dangerous for his sister. But, should the Dulla'han perish, the death alone might send these children into shock and even cause. . . Seto shrugged that last worry away, he had to focus on the circumstance at hand. He would be able to mourn his failures in the future, he held such a luxury, while the children here simply did not.

The young Du Couteau heir couldn't wait for the death of Dulla'han, he was under no illusion that Marr would choose capture over death. Breathe, calm and become one with the meld. Easier said than done, in fact, much easier said for Seto had only lead limited melds before and those were all under strict supervision and with other like-minded Force users. But to do so with Children? And with such limited knowledge on who they were and for how long they were under their current meld.

Questions, questions, and not enough time answer any of them. Seto focused within himself, allowing the Force to slowly expand his senses deeper and become ever more recipient of living Force around them all. His mind slowly attempting to better understand this whirlwind of a Force entity. A well formed Meld would not have been so easily viewed as separated entities, even as he felt the melody of their Force presence, much like any melody he could listen for the differences with each presence and slowly attempt to better understand the eight children.

Seto felt himself as a musician, late to his concert and mad desperate to tune himself correctly while attempting to find the perfect chance to join himself among the rest of the symphony. With the music in full swing, the conductor completely in control of the melody and harmony, Seto waited and tracked his time. The Force was as much alive as himself, it flowed irregularly but with a degree of consistency that Seto attempted to slowly match and be apart with them.

Focused entirely on the melody, the voices harmonized together so perfectly but as Seto joined, slowly he slipped into their consciousness that was not as beautiful as he first felt when he attempted to meld. The harmony of the Force was there, but the bitterness and coldness grew and most importantly the fear, and anxiety. It all fueled one another and Seto barely could keep with the conductor, his pace not fast enough.

Death?

Pain shot through the Force, it reverberate across them all and the Conductor disappeared, no longer did the musicians had any to lead them and their song slowly began to split apart, dangerously split apart as each one also cried out with increasing agony. Seto braced himself, he followed the melody and grabbed hold of them all, he would be their new conductor.

A different song, to lead and one with an end, with each instrument allowing themselves to rest. Seto slowed each one, their voice slowly slipping away peacefully, before long all that remained was the echoes of their melody, and their conductor alone on the podium.

Seto say the eyes of them all, these little musicians that found themselves entangled with the Force, a meld they had no right being apart of but were despite whatever Justice the Jedi believed the living Force imposed. "You've all cried out to anyone to hear or listen, feared that none would come, but rest easy. . . your old song has ended but I promise better songs you will all sing."

Spot had finally floated towards the still mediating Seto, but with no orders given, it remained hovering until its Master woke to proved it with any orders.

[member="Marriskcal Lati"]

 

[Marriskcal Lati]

Marriskcal Lati, Civilian
Objective: The Constabulary / BYOO
Equipment: Lightsaber (Blue) & Throwing Knives
Location: Subterranean dig site, Outskirts, Anaxes
With: [member="Seto Du Couteau"]

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Perhaps it was an unfair clash, especially for one who was merely starting to delve into the enigma of the Force and all the wonders it was capable of. And while the Dulla’han has committed the unforgivable crime of influencing children so that he would be able to increase his acuity and command over his own abilities, he has started on his journey much later than the Hunter that stalked after him.

Marriskcal Lati was a creature that has been crafted and forged to be both sword and shield since she was a mere youngling. Despite all her flaws and deficiencies when it comes to a great many things in life, there was a reason why she was chosen by her Lord and Master to be part of his coterie in form of the Praetorian Guard. Though she had broken her oaths and parted ways, her skills were sharp and keen, honed through neverending missions and continuous assignments.

Soon after the little quip left her lips, a rising note of forewarning resonated through the Force and the young woman took a step backwards, avoiding the blow that came her way. As with her training sessions when she was back in the First Order, every missed opportunity was punished with pain. A strangled choke echoed through the tunnel as she pivoted on her heels, driving an elbow up and against his throat.

Silent as she often was while she was in the midst of an assignment, Marriskcal watched with curious eyes as the hooded male bent forward, wheezing and gasping for air. Perhaps if she had known of the horrendous deed that the Dulla’han had committed to the children he had taken, she would have left him alive a little longer. But on her own, and without any particular sentiments for the being before her, the blonde opted for ruthless expediency.

Brushing aside her skirt, the former Guard removed the hilt of her lightsaber from her concealed holster. As she held the hilt in a position to strike, its plasma blade chased away the darkness, casting a eerie blue glow in the vicinity. A miasma of fear and anxiety began to cloud his aura as the Dulla’han continued to make little wet sounds in his futile attempts to draw breathe into his lungs.

And if Marriskcal was the type of person who was able to show clemency towards a foe that was already defeated, she would have suppressed his consciousness and healed his ruined trachea.

But this Dulla’han being?

He was nobody to her.

The hand that wielded the lightsaber fell and yet another flame disappeared from the galaxy.

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With her hair tousled, and her previously pristine dress creased and heels scuffed, Marriskcal stepped carefully into the same room her brother has found. Her calm eyes slowly moved across the small expanse, wandering over the prone bodies of the eight children, her gaze pausing on the meditating form of her brother. His presence was calm and tranquil, easing the worry in her heart.

With a fond smile at the little droid that beeped for her attention, the young woman walked up to it, patting its metal chassis. “Spot, can you please send a message to the relevant authorities for us? Let them know that the case is solved and we have found the children.” She blinked as it continued to beep at her in an inquiring manner. “Hm? Seto? He feels fine to me. But I will be staying by his side until he awakens.”

Marriskcal pouted at the droid as it circled its master once before it left with its newly assigned task. “I know not of what you are speaking of! My level of concern is perfectly fine.” After Spot disappeared from sight, the blonde stepped towards the softly breathing forms of the slumbering children, slowly moving their bodies so that they were more comfortable.

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