Dominion CIS | The Red War: Dorvalla

[Ascendant Muse]

DORVALLA

For many years, the Western Systems had known an unconventional peace.

An alliance of outer planets kept the most ruthless forces at bay, ensuring that their member worlds knew peace within their borders. However, as the alliance fell inward, that peaceful reality came to an abrupt end. In the wake of Empires, Warlords often take root. In the wake of Republics? Remnants. In the case of this alliance? Anarchy. A typhoon of lawlessness ripped through the West - so viciously that the peace of the Southern Systems was compromised.

With such chaos occurring on their doorstep, the Confederacy rose to take action. So began the Red War: a battle against Chaos itself.

Dorvalla was the beginning.

For eons, the distant world had been the poster child of exploitation. Corporations flocked to its soil, plundering the earth for the precious Iommite below. The greatest of which lorded over the planet: Dorvalla Mining. The organization was responsible for covering the entire world in debris from their operations. Responsible for choking out every shred of green. Moreover, they subjected the native peoples to the harshest of living conditions. Those who did not toil for their bottom line, or competed too closely for their liking, were placed in Dorvalla Penal for the rest of their days.

Yet, despite their sordid way of being, Dorvalla Mining was permitted to exist in its current state. That all changed when the alliance came to an end. The seeds of chaos took root within Dorvalla Penal. Aided by rival corporations, riots within cells became armed and a full-scale revolt ensued. In the end, a single faction - LOBOS - seized control over the "liberated" facility. They existed as a private army for the rival corporations and set about clashing with Dorvalla Mining in every city, in every mine, and in every road.

It was into this Hell that the Confederacy dove, sending its finest to sort out the madness. In this, there was no side of good to take. No clear body of moral natives to entrust the world's fate. But the flames of anarchy would be extinguished - Dorvalla's insanity would be silenced, a peace returned to the West.

Spoiler: Objectives

Dorvalla Penal has been a monument of corporate avarice for eons. Now, it stands as the beating heart of the LOBOS operation. Rival companies have elevated the facility into a literal bastion that is armed to the teeth. Entry via typical means is a no-go, as heavy anti-air emplacements dot every wall. Moreover, its cliffside position affords it a natural defense against bombardment, for the mountains itself impede targeting. Moreover, the locale is a literal labyrinth of corridors, cells, and dead ends. Taking down LOBOS will require a direct approach, one that you will lead. Quell its leadership and silence the facility once and for all. ​

The Castle was once a famous rock formation found on the planet's surface. Now, Dorvalla Mining has cultivated its seat of power upon this very spot. As the de facto capital planet, the Castle is one of the few locations home to a truly civilian population. Numerous shanty towns orbit a central mine; and atop this facility lays the corporation's headquarters. The city features an intricate series of walls which divide the shanty towns - which are used more for enforcement than protecting the residents. At the time of the operation, the Castle is in a state of unrest. LOBOS has launched its own strike, and has successfully breached one of the shanty walls.

Due to the potential of civilian crossfire, large-scale ordnance is prohibited from the operation. Direct intervention on the ground is required. It falls upon you to help cut the head off of the serpent. Break the Castle's HQ, Put down the LOBOS attack, and safeguard as many civilian lives as possible. ​

Dorvalla is a vast world, with many other locales. Find your story, make your mark! ​

Spoiler: Tag

Alban Roble
Alden Akaran
Amelia von Sorenn
Arisone
Archon Xris
Alaria Telwith
Aston Jacobs
Aya Clarke
Bastille Rommer
Beric Layne
Bentil Mortop
Bullwark
Caesar Kenway
Corvus Dravere
Colton Renth
Damsy Callat
Darth Pryde
Decious
Eli-Mae Forrest
Eryneth
Fawn Alzi
Faye Malvern
FN-1138
Gerwald Lechner
Holt
IG-65A
Ingrid L'lerim
Joannis Campbell
John Locke
Karlie Lynn Destat
Kasca Fen
Kathryn Foster
Kayla Wylen
Kiff Brayde
Krystal
Kurenai Yumi
Kyber
Lady Moll
Luna Terrik
Lyla Quinn
Maani
Maple Harte
Mathieu Brion
Morrigan Vale
Rabbit
Rann Thress
Maria Savilia
Maur
Millu Lee
Muad Dib
Myrrdin_Emries
Nine Lives
LGMForever
R4-AUD
Razelle Breuner
Redd
Roy Americus
Ryk Gaelir
Rylan Kordel
SC-A1
Srina Talon
Startorn
Subject 73 Red
Talon Rahl
Talak Jenste
ToKola Bakari
Tess Valnora
Tyran Numeck
Valencia Hadley
Vanric Dannon
Veronika Fleischer
Visanj T'shkali
Kyyrk
Vyse Valorous
Vytal Noctura
Valeria Sempronia
Uxagi Xatash
Rayne Centaris
Ryk Gaelir
Taiia Mataan
Sabine Delacroix
Vess Sadragen
Anashla Deshal
Lesya Kosarev
Jordar Varcskel
Julra Repraj
Ashelia Solidor
The Monster
Draconis Sederius Wolf
Karlie Lynn Destat
Easy-G97
Jason Farkas
Cypher Rage
Danielle Mueller
Nimue
Anakwor Farlorn
Lyra Vent
Teyla Ee'everwest
Corran Watts
Mila Uhlesifa
Udrid
Vemric Keldra
Ar'tal Ktruok
Dispara
Corran Watts
Tyché
Morrigan Vale
Lyra Vent
Anakwor Farlorn
Danielle Mueller

 

[Caedyn Arenais]

Apparel: Caedyn's Jedi robes
Weapons: Armistice Dual/Staff Lightsaber

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Caedyn Arenais was no stranger to the Outer Rim Territories, and even less so to those worlds formerly within the dominion of the Outer Planets Alliance. Over the passed years, he had helped to establish the Jedi Coalition within their former space in order to promote peace and justice in what was considered an otherwise wild expanse of the Galaxy. Sadly, as the Alliance had diminished in strength, the chaos had grown and now it seemed that the Confederacy was looking to instill some semblance of control.

Venturing down towards the surface of Dorvalla upon a dropship from "The Vagabond" Heavy Patrol Cruiser which remained in Orbit and would assist the Confederacy Fleet in ensuring no rogue or criminal elements escaped justice. Otherwise, in the worst case scenario they might provide the civilians with an evac, although should the mission be successful, that needn't be the case.

"According to Asaraa, this Lobos group are exploiting the locals wherever they can. Riots have recently broken out over extreme hardships and they've responded violently to put a stop to the civilians pleas for help..." Caedyn informed the cockpit crew as they prepared their equipment, the transport breaking through the planets atmosphere.

"This isn't going to be a typical operation, we're here to assist the Confederacy and word is to expect a hostile welcome as soon as we hit the ground" Caedyn added, turning to glance back with a slightly concerned look; "Whatever happens, we're here to defend the innocent. If there are any captives I may call on you both for a quick EVAC so be on the ready".

Ascendant Muse

(Edit: Original writing Partner has pulled out)​

 

[Rience]

P R I S O N​

T A G : Cordelia Malkavian + Open

For once, Rience was grateful that it was not his call.

Prior to the rise of Kyyrk as Lord Commander of the Knights Obsidian, the mantle had rested upon his own shoulders. In those days, Rience was perfectly fine with bearing the weight of such responsibility - and did his absolute best to bring honor to the position. Yet, those were the very same days where his mind was not his own. Where his memories of his loved ones were locked behind amnesia. Yes, he served, but only because he thought he had nothing to lose. Now? Having been restored to the man he once was? Rience was grateful that the only lives he had to worry about were a handful, and not an army. Now, he could focus on what mattered most.

Of the two locales, the Dorvalla Penal had been Rience's choice. Knowing his partner's voracious appetite, it was a better bet to land somewhere without the possibility of civilians being caught in the cross fire. Thus, they settled into a pod originally situated in orbit above Dorvalla. It was improbable for any sort of bombardments to make headway, but a few choice calculations made it feasible to get boots on the ground. The play was right out of the oldest Confederate handbook: the empty pod trick. Simple. Effective. Made sure the squishy organics lived whilst machinery ate the AA fire.

Didn't change the fact that it was risky and made Rience's stomach turn.

He kept a brave face as they strapped in and kept his eyes upon his partner the entire time. "If I die, I promise to haunt you forever." he said, amidst a light chuckle. Then, the pod shuddered. Whined. And launched. The roar of the engines filling his ears before the thunder of atmospheric entry took over. The play was simple: a plethora of droid-filled pods would be launched ahead of and alongside those filled with organics. This way, the AA emplacements had a better chance of chewing threw droids than people. And though the mountains made it impossible to bombard, the pods' engines were enough that they crash in unannounced.

And that is exactly what they did. Crash. The pod rattled tremendously and skidded to a halt, causing Rience's ears to ring. He winced slightly before confirming that the fiery-haired woman was okay. He unstrapped, gripped his lightsaber, and took just a second to peer out the pod's window. They had made it alright. Into hell. AA emplacements were ringing on the walls surrounding them. LOBOS rioters were shooting everything they had at the droids that had made it down alongside them. This was chaos. And Cordelia thrived in Chaos. "Hope you brought your appetite." he said, before shoving the door open with his boot.

Because there was plenty on the menu to enjoy.

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[Cordelia Malkavian]

Prison​

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Tags: Rience | Open​

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Now this...this was much more her speed. No fancy dresses to wear, no image to maintain, no worrying about the bodies of people around. And best of all? There was no rule of maintaining composure. There was no need to put on a show, no need to mind her manners. No lives had to be watched out for, no one needed to be protected, and there were no innocents on the line. While Rience would be present and beside her, there was no proverbial holding of a leash to keep her in line. There was nothing but the idea of freedom to feast...

And Cordelia was famished.

Slowly the lids came open over her crimson eyes once they had so unceremoniously landed, for she had not opened them since she had seated herself within the pod. She had reached out when the pod had hit, her hand both searching and reassuring for the safety lingering between them in those last few, sacred moments. But it wasn't until they were still and she had been spoken to that the redhead seemed to come into real focus.

"I never leave home without it," she had comment in return to his mentioning her appetite, and Delia took the time to unstrap herself from her seat before she was right behind him at the pod's door. Her hands flexed on either side of her, anticipation running rampant through her veins in that moment. There had been a desire within her to fight long before her life had ended and she had been reborn again. This second life had only amplified that urge; and paired it with an unrelenting hunger.

"Lead the way..." she nearly crooned the words in her currently heightened state, close enough to Rience's ear that he may very well feel them as she spoke. But then Delia had leaned away, poised and ready to move as soon as he was.

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[Rience]

P R I S O N​

T A G : Cordelia Malkavian + Open

The Hunt had begun.

Once the man's heel made contact with the door, its metal form went skidding off of the pod. Were the circumstances any less dire, there might have been eyes noticing the feat of unnatural strength. Yet, amidst the chaos of battle, the feat was lost. There was far too much chaos, far too many blaster bolts and voices shouting over the other for the man's entry to be noticed. All around their pod, death was being dealt. The LOBOS scum standing upon the walls were attempting to turn the landing zone (LZ) into a killbox. They rained down fire upon the disembarking droids, attempting to slay them before they could stand. By sheer numbers alone, their efforts were only having a limited sum of success.

Rience aimed to make that sum a firm zero.

"Together." he said, with an air of finality. For, when it came to both the Vampire and her Hunter, both were easily lost in the hunt. Whereas the former was fueled by an monstrous appetite, the latter housed a rather different craving. There was a satisfaction to be found in the display of one's skills. Moments of pride to be gleaned as life extinguished underneath one's fingertips. So it would be here yet again. Rience paused, only to don his hood and to unclasp his lightsaber from his belt. The cool length felt right at home within the grasp of his dominant hand.

Now.

Might seeped into his bones, propelling him out of the pod at an alarming speed. Instinct roared through his veins, putting together a path without his mind so much thinking. He leaped, empowered by the Force, and momentarily settled upon the iron form of one of the Droids. Momentum carried, his knees bent and the Force shrieked upon his command - he launched himself skyward. Over the hail of blaster fire, over the landing droids and pods, and firmly upon one of the contested walls. The anti-air weaponry stationed here was an obstacle that was preventing their allies from going to work as they saw fit. Thus, they were a priority.

Snap. Hiss.

Twin blades roared to life: a saberstaff of menacing crimson. Within his grasp they whirled together, batting away the salvo of bolts which responded to his sudden arrival. Some were shot away harmlessly from his form, whilst others were reflected right back on the aggressors. His sights were set upon the first of many anti-air emplacements - He would not be denied.

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[Shuklaar Kyrdol]

PRISON: AIR ASSAULT​

Asmulr 1-1, Ver'alor Namor Netra, en route to target.​

Objective: Perform SEAD tasking prior to air assault.​

Tag: Rience | Cordelia Malkavian​

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Dorvalla was an example of exactly the sorts of operations they'd for clients on a regular basis before they'd been hired by the CIS. Ever since the 'Outer Planets Alliance' had waned in power and eventually faded from the galactic stage, things had slowly started going to haran in their space. So here they were, coming in to clean up the shabuire and restore order under the auspices of the CIS. Asmulr squadron's objective was to neutralize a series of anti-aircraft guns guarding a prison that they were about to assault. If it were up to him, he'd have merely flattened the place with a few well placed airstrikes.​

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However, it wasn't up to him. His squadron's orders were to neutralize the guns to allow their gunships to come in and unload their cargo of Mirshir-Jurkad Rammikade. Almost made him feel bad for the shabuire, almost. His Jai'galaar Fighter-Bomber and three others were loaded exclusively for SEAD duties. Just in case, however, they were still carrying a full load of ammunition for their main gun. It always paid to be prepared, ret'lini. "All call signs, this is Asmulr lead, you know the drill. Time to go to work, vode. Oya, manda!" ​

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Friendly forces were close, and so extra attention was being paid to not fuck this up, as well as to ensure that there was minimal chance that their approach was going to be detected. The Jai'galaar had a very small sensor signature, but it wasn't a true stealth craft. Firing weapons or not, there was still a very good chance that they'd be detected. That said, they had a few factors that were squarely in their favor. One, they could rely on passive sensors whereas their enemy's anti-aircraft guns had to use active sensors to find them. Two, the missiles had a far longer range than the anti-aircraft guns.​

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The four craft reached maximum engagement distance without too much trouble, barely skimming over the terrain as they made their way towards their target. There were a lot of anti-aircraft guns showing up on the passive scanners. As they were briefed, the place was practically a shabla fortress. Moments later, weapon locks started showing up on his HUD display for each of the other craft's twelve missiles. At this speed, with this terrain, they weren't going to be able to make multiple passes if they wanted to avoid ending up splattered across the mountain side. That meant they were going to have to quick release as many missiles as possible, about six missiles per craft by his estimation.​

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None of them spoke. Each craft released six missiles and immediately pulled off streaking upward and away from the base. Active sensor pings being directed in their direction told him they'd been detected, but it was too little too late for them to do anything even if their guns were in range to engage him and his.​

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From a safe distance, Namor checked his scanners, which showed most of the guns neutralized by the twenty four strong missile strike. "Asmulr lead to Kyramud 6, objective complete. Few guns left, alor. Second pass is a tall ask." ​

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PRISON: AIR ASSAULT​

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Shuklaar Kyrdol, on board C2 gunship Beroya 1-1, Vornskr Mirshir-Jurkad Rammikade Platoon Kyramud​

Objective: Assault the prison, kill some shabuire.​

Tag: Rience | Cordelia Malkavian​

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Spoiler: Equipment

• Armor:
  • Beskar'gam
    • 'Ysalamiri Birikad' Nutrient Frame
    • Shoulder mounts:
      • NML-02VTB Nano missile Launcher
    • Back mounts:
      • A-03S Verpine Shatter Autocannon
      • MML-02S Miniaturized Missile Launcher
        • 8x Type-12A Anti-Personnel Rocket
        • 8x K-26 Explosive Anti-Vehicle Rocket
    • Left Vambrace:
      • CP-03V CryoBan Projector
      • PC-05V Plasma Caster
      • TBP-01V Tractor-Pressor Beam Projector
    • Right Vambrace:
      • METL-02V Micro Energy Torpedo Launcher
      • MML-01V Miniaturized Missile Launcher
        • 2x Type-12A Anti-Personnel Rocket
        • 2x K-26 Explosive Anti-Vehicle Rocket
• Implant:
  • 'Rammikad' Enhancement Package
• Weapons:
  • 2x M-06S 'Skirata' Mra'jitr
  • Bes'phatir
  • DP-02 Class-D Heavy Disruptor Pistol
  • FL-01 Verpine Shatter Flechette Launcher
• Explosives:
  • 4x Det-Packs
• Grenades:
  • 4x CryoBan Grenades
  • 4x NOVA40 Plasma Grenade
  • 4x Class-A Thermal Detonator
• Droid:
  • Jare'la

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"Acknowledged, Asmulr. Wave off. We'll take it from here," answered Shuklaar over the comms to Asmulr squadron's leader. They'd served together at Yurb, fighting the Bryn'adul. He knew the man for the perfectionist he was. If he said there were a few guns left, even without the Manda tactical battlenet's display to keep him apprised of the same, he'd trust the man at his word. Now, however, now was time for them to move in and finish the job. He and the rest of Kyramud had been at Yurb as well, stepping in at the last moments to fight alongside The Monster and the other Direwolves survivors. He glanced at the man, "We're clear on the plan?" ​

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"'Lek. Land. Kill every shabuire there not on our side," answered Ragar, deadpan, checking his RR-03 Repeating ripper. The massive Mandalorian looked up at him and returned his glance. This elicited chuckles from the rest of the Mirshir-Jurkad Rammikade aboard the gunship. Shuklaar let out a sigh, but then conceded the point to his second and chuckled as well. Compared to Yurb, this was going to be a cake walk. In a way, the plan was just as simple as Ragar had said. Two gunships, thirty two of some of the best men he had the pleasure of serving with. These shabuire didn't stand a chance.​

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"Two minutes, alor. Two minutes!" called the voice of Beroya 1-1's pilot over the gunship's intercom. Shuk could feel the gunship decelerate. He could feel the guns discharge at targets in their landing zone. He didn't need to look at the tactical display to see the carnage wrought by their arrival. He didn't need the bio signs of the Rammikade with him to know that they were more than ready for a fight. "Friendly IFFs, detected. Knights Obsidian maybe?" Shuklaar glanced at the feed of the two engaged in the middle of combat. He wasn't terribly familiar with the various divisions of the CIS, but as far as he knew, if they were force sensitives, they were likely to be Knights Obsidian.​

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Shuklaar engaged the ramp, sending wind rushing into the troop bay. "Mando'ad! Ib'tuur jatne tuur ash'ad kyr'amur! Oya manda!" Shuklaar led the way down the ramp, Ragar and his squad right behind them. They descended on wings of fire, their packs slowing their falls. Every Mandalorian fired as they descended. Ripper rounds, flechettes, class-D disruptor bolts, verp and particle rounds flew like hail into their attackers, with the gunships adding to the devastation with their mass-drivers.​

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Shuklaar signaled for Ragar to follow behind him as the gunships made short work of what was left of the anti-air guns. Seemingly oblivious of the carnage around him, decades of experience augmented the best of cybernetics, allowing him to move almost as fast as the two force users he and his men were advancing up to. When he was closer, he called out, "Su'cuy, didn't need any help, did you?"​

 

[Cordelia Malkavian]

Prison​

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Tags: Rience | Shuklaar Kyrdol | Open ​

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There had been only a moment of hesitation between the pair of them. Just that moment for Rience to speak that one, simple word, and then there was only action to follow. He was gone in the blink of an eye, and the ruckus that followed from everything going on outside of the pod caused Cordelia's eyes to roll closed. She took a slow, deep breath in through her nose and exhaled it just as slow from the mouth, listening and feeling the things around her. Her literal grip on the Force had always felt very tangible, and she reached for it now; now that she did not have to hold back. Now that she did not have to behave.​

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The creature that lived within her stirred, roiling beneath the surface of her skin as it demanded control. And Delia gladly handed over the reigns.​

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Her eyes came open once again, and the redheaded creature reached through the very shadows themselves and pulled herself from the pod to a distant point on the field. It had been quite a long time since she had dared the ability of teleportation, but it still came to her as easily as if she had never stopped performing such a task. Again she focused on a distance between herself and another point until she cleared the distance without physical movement once more. Again she did this, twice more to test her familiarity with the skill, and then her gaze went upward towards the top of the wall.​

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She knew Rience was there, and the near deafening explosions and weapon fire caused her to frown. Yes, she was quite aware that he could take care of himself; that wasn't the issue at all. No, Delia's concern in that moment was over the fact that she was missing out. As such she closed the distance again, in to parts. First to a catch in this behemoth of an obstacle, and then to the top where physical obstacles lie. She did not seek out Rience, and instead made her way towards opposition that was still standing. The fact that she appeared unarmed must have been amusing to at least one of the pair, because the scoff that sounded reached her ears even over all the other ruckus. That was fine, let them jeer and underestimate her - though the second of the pair seemed to realize that she had quite literally come from thin air.​

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That fact brought a smirk to one corner of her mouth, and an instant later she was moving. No teleportation, not at first, she let the pair of them see her coming, to fire their weapons, right until the last moment. Then she disappeared from view, only to snap back into existence behind the one who had noticed this of her in the first place. A pair of blades sprang to life from their concealed place at her wrists and both pierced flesh at the weakened and vital points of the man's armor. The other, cockier of the pair had turned in time for Delia to reach a hand - this one no longer obscured by hidden blade - out to his face, already muttering beneath her breath as her fingers made contact. There was at first confusion on the man's face, followed by discomfort that quickly grew to screaming agony as his insides literally lit aflame. Cordelia watched only long enough to ensure that he burned fully from the inside out, and then she turned away to deal with whatever was next.​

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A few steps however gave her pause and her brow creased. The redhead reached a hand to first the outer edge of her thigh, then her side as well. Effectively grazed and it caused her to not only frown but curse as well. Recklessness would get her into trouble later at home. With a huff she pressed on, mindful now that her arrogance could still get her killed - or get her killed again, rather.​

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[Luna Terrik]

B R E A K

Location: Dorvalla – Dorvalla Penal
Time: 2200 Hours
Equipment: Personal XIPHOS armor, BAW-89 Carbine Rifle, Tactical Recon Handgun (2), G-20 Glop Grenade (3), Thermal Detonator (2)
Objective: (1) Breach the prison (2) Find a map of the prison (3) Secure the upper landing platform (4) Assassinate the leadership of the LOBOS operation
Tags: | Tiria Reinhart | Tien Ulinesque | Subject 73 Red | Tyran Numeck | CT-308 Maverick | Jasmille Kavos | Jie Tarell | Tegan Farron | Subject 82 Snow | Udrid | Eva Winburn |

It was going to rain soon.

The thunderclouds above them spoke to that reality. Rumbling, dark, rolling clouds covered their heads, obscuring what would have been the light of the planet’s two moons. Every so often, the light would peek out from behind the clouds, illuminating the ground at their feet. The only other light in the area came from the prison, set directly in front of where the Dauntless Squads had regrouped, preparing to complete one of the more dangerous missions they had ever been assigned.

The entry to the planet had been rough. A planet in the midst of gang wars, anything seen landing that did not have the LOBOS logo would have been shot down immediately. They were forced to free drop through the clouds, using jetpacks to only slow their approach just before they hit the ground. With the lightning above the clouds, entry was not guaranteed, but Luna was pleased to see that the majority of the three squads had made it to the ground. Omega, her personal squad, Alpha, her sister squad, and a newer squad of commandos, Tau, made up the majority of their forces on the ground. Above the clouds, Beta squad was ready to reinforce once they secured the landing platform. To breach the prison, however, it would just be them three.

Through the green haze of her nightvision, Luna could see that the intel had been correct. For as impenetrable as this prison was, it did have it’s weaknesses. For one, it was built on an old set of buildings, so the foundation had begun to crumble. That crumbling gave way to entrances in the basement of the prison. A few well placed charges, and they would be inside. From there, it would be all upward from there.

Leaning over to one of the few master sergeant’s she had left, Tiria Reinhart , her voice spoke in hushed whispers just barely audible over the rumbling above their heads. “Once we’re inside we’ll need a map. If Shadowfeed did their job right, and I have no reason to believe they haven’t, the inside of this place is a labyrinth. We don’t need to be inside any longer than we have to, so we need the quickest way to the top.” Omega and Alpha squads were ready for this. Tau would be another story, but there wasn’t much choice that Luna had at the moment. They were needed, so they would be used.

Turning to the rest of the squad that had settled in behind the two COs, she nodded toward the prison and made a forward motion with her hand. “Let’s move. You know the objective. In and out people. Keep it quiet until I say so.” With that, the Grand Marshal started forward, avoiding the spotlight whenever it shown in their direction. It wouldn’t take long to get to the foundation, and blowing a hole in it while the thunder rolled above would be easy enough.

 

[The Monster]

1SG Johnson, Dire Wolves Security Forces, Aboard War Hound Anvil Lead headed to Castle OBJ
CALLSIGN: WOLF HOUND ACTUAL
THEME: Cry Havoc and loose the dogs of war
Tags: Caedyn Arenais​

Spoiler: Loadout

• TDW Gen 3 Armor​
• TDW HARM​
• TDW Custom Munitions​
• M18 Pit Viper​
• 2 Frags, 2 Flashbangs, 2 Ion, 2 SYC Smoke grenades​
• EBFAK​

"ALL CALLSIGNS THIS IS WOLF ACTUAL. OPERATION IS A GO! ALL TEAMS COMMENCE ASSAULT!"

1SG Johnson would lower his hand from the helmet as he received the transmission from high command. The assault was on. Shortly after the call, members of the Mandalorian assault elements would begin their assault, and absolutely devastate enemy positions. Three squadrons of War Hound Drop ships would be coming in behind them, with another three squadrons of F-4 Dragons in escort. A reinforced assault company of Dire Wolf Security Forces were inbound in one of the first offensive combat actions of the security forces. However in this element, the security forces with their droid support teams would be perfect as they were trained to operate in this scenario. As such they'd rely on their training and practice with active riot and combat intervention. He would walk back into the bay with 19 other TDW troopers, and 8 TCD-1D Combat droids. Hanging out the back was two TCD-2D combat droids with 40mm Cannons. These would form the hammer for heavily fortified positions to give them the firepower needed to destroy these strong points.

"Alright men, prepare to hit dirt side! Remember the plan and your training. We are going into a zone with mixed civis and bad guys. Secure the civis, and try to capture the bad guys. Key word, try. If they threaten you or don't immediately surrender, shoot on sight. Do not hesitate, because they won't. I'll see you dirt side boys,"

The War Hounds would begin opening fire on their approach, their 35mm autocannons would engage enemy ground targets. 35mm rounds would scream through the air as vehicle mounted weapons and enemy personnel were disintegrated by sheer force of impact alone. Gunners would quickly swap from one target to the next as their visors would flash with the reports of each autocannon. First the TCD-2Ds would detach from the back, slamming into the ground as they raised their weapons and prepared to engage enemy vehicles. Inside the drop ships 1SG Johnson would roar as the TCD-1Ds did an about face and began dismounting.

"STAND UP!"

As one the soldiers would stand from their seats. The last of the TCD-1Ds would finish dismounting clearing the initial LZ as he shouted his next command.

"DEPLOY ROPES!" Two ropes would fall from each of the War Hounds, the ends hitting the ground softly.

"GO GO GO!" He would shout, and the first soldier in each line would immediately step out and fast rope down, reaching the ground in seconds.

This would be followed by the next, one after another as they barely waited long enough for the first to get out of the way as they all came down. They had practiced this hundreds of times, and the troopers pushed out immediately as the War Hounds began getting higher into the air.

"Alpha Company, you have your orders, move out!"

The fighting men and women of The Dire Wolves Security Forces would move out immediately. With the War Hounds flying close support, they cleared the drop zone. They would pave the way for further forces to land and begin their assault.

Sergei "Jack" Jachovich, Dire Wolf, Aboard Hope, Prison Objective
CALLSIGN: Wolf Actual
Theme: Unleash the beast
Tags: Rience Cordelia Malkavian Shuklaar Kyrdol Luna Terrik​

Spoiler: Loadout

• RA2-U/M​
• TDW HARM​
• TDW Custom Munitions​
• M3 MAAWS Mod-2​
• M18 Pit Viper​
• 2 Frags, 2 Flashbangs, 2 Ion, 2 SYC Smoke grenades​
• EBFAK​

Sergei had just been given the go word from CDF High Command. He would speak into the comms for his troops across the Wind Talker Comms.

"All callsigns this is Wolf Actual. Operation is a Go! All teams commence Assault!"

Alarm klaxons would blare as battle stations was announced, and TDW Commandos would board into their drop pods for their own objective. Support Dauntless at the prison. He was taking 20 commandos for a ground based assault intended to force a secondary breach, and give the Dauntless a distraction for their infiltration. As Sergei stepped into his pod he'd begin briefing the Commandos.

"Alright Wolves listen up, Operation Uncle Ruckus is a go, we're splitting our forces into two teams, Alphas and Bravos, Ones and Twos. Our objective is to make landfall on the planet opposite of Dauntless's infiltration unit and raise as much bloody hell as possible. We will destroy the enemy's opposition and test out our new armor in the process. We'll be going in by pod and once dirtside, press the attack with droid support for our assault. Hold their attention, and buy Dauntless time to either complete their objective, or murder everything that tries to stop us and do their objective on the way. Questions?"

The collective silence told him all he needed to know. He'd settle into his pod as he mentally checked over everything. Suit, weapons, armor, his assault packs with extra munitions, everything checked out. This suit was much different from what he'd worn before. This had no visor, and no real way to actually see if the suit failed. But the sensors told him everything. It was strange to be sure. And as Hope lined up her 1600mm guns with her target, a dull roar would bellow from each gun. 1600mm High Explosive shells would immediately fly to the ground. With a massive earth shaking blast, each round would impact their designated targets clearing the LZs of any would be bad guys. And right behind them, the pods of twenty Dire Wolf Commandos, another Fifteen TCD-1Ds, and TCD-2Ds as they brought down a metallic rain on the now cleared LZs.

Sergei would feel the acceleration from the launch, followed quickly by the heat of reentry and then the shock of the pod slamming into the ground. Four tell tale pings would signal the explosive bolts detonating to blow the door off. And the moment that door came flying off, Sergei came barreling out of the pod with multiple other Wolves right behind him.

"ALPHA'S DIRTSIDE, ON ME! PRESS NOW!"

Several medium machine guns would signal Sergei's men initiating their ground assault as Sergei pulled out his M3 MAAWS Mod-2 and leveled it at the nearest defensive position of the prison. With a massive BOOM, the MAAWS would fire it's 95mm Recoilless Rifle HEDP round. The assault had begun.

 

[Gerwald Lechner]

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WEARING: xxx
WEAPON: xxx
TAG: Meili Feng

The directive was simple. They were assigned to a prison break.​

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Gerald hated prisons.​

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Memories of his sister flooded his mind, seeing her locked away like some freak all because she had been able to use the force. THey had treated her like a witch. Alwine was no longer with him, but another had taken her place at his side. Meili Feng was true squire, and Redd a true sister. There were others. Gerwald was no longer alone among the Confederates, and his mistakes no longer haunted him, save one. There would be closure for his entire past soon, but until his promises were fully kept, Gerwald would cling to his past failure, and to his broken promise.​

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There was on promise he could keep, and that would be to free any that were wrongfully imprisoned. The cells which existed in the cliff walls were not for criminals, no. They were for those who refused to work as slaves for their entire lives. They were cages.​

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"Not one left behind today, do you understand," his voice finally broke the silence. "Not one prisoner remains in a cage, no guard goes unpunished, and the ones running this facility, they die."​

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It was blunt, but most times Gerwald was a blunt creature when something was bothering him.​

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He was angry.​

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It burned in his eyes, and for a brief, and rare moment, a flash of red and yellow washed over the clear blue pools of water that usually greeted those who looked at them. His anger made him stronger, and as his former master had once taught him, Gerwald channeled the anger, the emotion, into something he could use. The wolf would manipulate the feeling rather than allow it to manipulate him.​

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"How good are you with scaling a cliff?"​

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As Gerwald looked up the rock face, he knew he would soon have the answer to his question.​

 

[Meili Feng]

Dark eyes scanned the cliff, dancing from foothold to handhold as the petite woman planned a route up the cliff. It would have to be a free climb, no time to secure carabineers on the way up if they wanted to keep to schedule.

That schedule, Mei was almost sure that her superiors were having a laugh at her expense. Sure, she’d joined up with the Zhanshilang to visit new worlds, to see and experience things that none of her siblings had before. That didn’t mean she’d expected to be thrust into every strange and weird situation that came across her commander’s desk. Ok, so she understood why, if you were going to send someone into the unknown then better to send your best or at least that’s what they’d told her. The woman couldn’t deny that she’d preened a little bit when she heard that compliment, but she didn’t realise that meant every single situation.

A breath in, a breath out as she let her gaze drop down to glance at Gerwald, her eyes appraising before glancing back up to the cliff.

“I believe I will have an easier time scaling this cliff than you will. You might have a longer reach, but your greater weight means you will find less secure handholds on your way up the cliff. I suggest that you let me go first and follow me.”

Dark eyes flashed back to him for a moment, the ghost of an amused challenge dancing through them so quickly you might have missed it.

A prison, a fort, it was all the same to Mei, just another secured building to gain entry to. Only this time she wasn’t acting as a scout for her squad but a one-woman army. Well ok, a 2 person army, but as slow as he’d be Master Lechner surely only counted for half, so really 1 and a half person army. She’d never experienced prison, she’d rather die than subject her family to that dishonour but the stories that they’d seen, the footage that had been obtained had been…horrific to say the least. She couldn’t imagine what it would take for someone to do that to another…no that wasn’t true. Greed. Power.

“They are small men without any honour. They will fight and they will die.”

There was no give in the woman’s voice as she reached up for the first hand hold, fingers grasping it as she pulled herself up the rocky face. One hand over another, a smooth ascent as the ground fell away beneath her, eyes focused on the next rock.

“Follow me.”

Gerwald Lechner

 

[Agravain]

D O R V A L L A​

T A G : Faegard

Chasing Shadows.

Eternity was the sole factor which made the search bearable. Eternity allowed for the man to continue his quest without falling into the pit of despair. In the present reality, the life Agravain desired had been ripped away. His life had been a monument to the Light - a beacon of hope, of service, and of peace. Yet, in the span of a single hour in a single day, the Light was replaced with shadow. To call himself a man was a farce, for there was only a monster in a human's skin. Within him was a thirst. An appetite to devour at all times. And though he kept it in check, the thirst lingered. Always.

It was maddening to exist as such. Maddening to crave a return to humanity and being denied at every turn.

Yet, there was hope. Rumors of a cure, whispers of a way to end the anathema once and for all. This gem was hidden within ancient texts and veiled within forgotten chapters - but as far as he could tell, there was a way to return to normal. So, he searched. He scoured the Southern Systems and beyond, hunting for any mentions of how he could be restored. He concealed his mission in a half-truth, advising his partner that they were chasing lore regarding what they were. Promising that, the more they learned about their new existence, the better they would be for it.

Thus, they had come to Dorvalla.

It was said that there were dark temples in the hills. And amidst the forklore were stories of a monster which drained the lives of its victims. By all accounts, this screamed vampire. Thus, separate from the Confederate presence on the ground, Agravain and the woman he turned braved the wildlands. With hood raised and fabrics carefully draped about his face, the Monstrosity trudged along about the wooded area. Were he a man, he might have marveled at how barren of life the area was. How, despite there being trees, the curse of man's greed had reduced everything to a shadow of its former self. It looked as though a volcano had erupted here, but in truth everything was covered in the dust from the worldwide mining efforts.

Agravain paused in his advance and raised his canteen to his lips. The warm blood which raced down his tongue satisfied the burning in his throat - for now. He loathed it, but it restored him all the same. "Just imagine what we'd do to the Galaxy if we all could live forever." he remarked, before returning the vessel to his waist. Just imagine how barren the Galaxy would be if mankind had its way, forever.

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[Abel Denko]

C A S T L E​

Tag: Fauvel Astier

Now this was a familiar sight.

In recent history, the man called Abel had found himself as Lord. The lineage of his House - Denko - had special ties to Naboo. Special enough that gilded robes were draped over his person and leadership of his kin was bestowed. For a man born and bred on Nar Shaddaa, the lap of luxury would seemingly have brought satisfaction. Yet, as the months rolled ever forward, Abel began to crave more. He felt as though he was sitting on his hands, wasting away amidst galas and navigating the Court of Naboo.

Thus, he decided to put his newfound assets to better use.

Long ago, a man named Serian Loria had instructed Abel in the ways of the Force. Amidst the many drills and scenarios the noble put the Lord through, there were also lessons about life. "A side must always be taken, even if it is the wrong side" was a sentiment which echoed in Abel's mind to this day. Thus, he did just that. He took a side - and it was a side his family was no stranger to. This day, and for many days following, he would support the efforts of the Southern Systems directly.

This brought him to Dorvalla.

When the mission first came across his datapad, he was on Illyria of all places, visiting a newfound friend. As they enjoyed the pleasure of one another's company, the notification saw their pleasantries take a turn. Abel was eager to rise and to join the good fight. And Fauvel? She decided to accompany him. Though they were yet fresh in one another's lives, Abel was grateful to have a familiar and friendly face along for the ride. It was good knowing that someone had his back. Today, they would need it. For Dorvalla was a special kind of Hell in its own right.

Their landing zone was the Castle, in one of the shanty towns occupied by the enemy. According to the scans taken by the pilot, LOBOS forces were dominating the walls and engaging Dorvalla Mining personnel on the ground. The civilians were caught in the crossfire - not even hiding indoors would save them for long. What would save them was Abel's blade. What would save them was the Confederacy. As their dropship made the final turn, sliding open the door, a fresh wave of blaster fire was their immediate greeting.

Abel's Lightshield hummed into being, providing precious cover whilst the droids and troopers disembarked. Turning, he flashed a wide grin to his Illyrian comrade. "Do you know the steps to this dance?"

It went without saying - he wouldn't step on her toes.​

 

[Faegard]

D O R V A L L A​

T A G: Agravain

It was so barren.

I kept my eyes upon the landscape around us, my magick reaching out, like a hundred tiny tendrils from my core. I searched, scanning, yearning, my jaw clenching as I felt the distinct nothingness that surounded us. I didn't like it. Being on the phantasm was different. I was used to the distinct lack of feeling there because it was a ship suspended in the void of space. But to walk planetside and feel such emptiness... I shuddered, my brow furrowing.

My attention turned to my companion as he spoke, returning a flask of blood to his hip. Instinctively I licked my lips. That was another thing I'd noticed; I was always envious of blood. Before all this, even if I was hungry, I'd barely cast a second thought to someone around me if they had food and I did not. But now? Now I needed it. I was acutely aware of every drop of blood that was not mine to take. My eyes were drawn to the flask instinctively, flashing with intensity for a moment... even as I had a flask of my own on my hip.

Agravain's question thankfully tore me away from the moment, sending a chill down my spine.

"There would be nothing." I breathed, "It would be so... empty. Everything would be gone."

I gritted my teeth. That was part of the guilt with which I still wrestled. He was right; if immortality was available to all, this galaxy would crumble. Every world would ultimately look like this, the distinct sensation of life would be... gone. And yet, even though I knew that, I wasn't willilng to give up my gift. Did that make me a hypocrite? Once again, I was thankful that of the two of us, I was the Empath, and not Agravain.

"How much further?"​

 

[Vynter]

D O R V A L L A​

Tag: Beric Layne , Effie​

Dorvalla would never be Vandor.

Long ago, when the Behemoth shared his story with the love of his life, a question of obvious nature was posed. For one who had been cast out...why had he not looked to the stars for aide? There were Empires, Republics, and Confederacies of immense power - why did he not request their aide in taking his rightful place as Lord? The answer laid in the sorry state of Dorvalla. To rely upon the strength of another's army meant a debt and servitude. If Vynter marched upon Frosthall with a legion of droids, he would certainly seize the day. But at what cost? What debt would his people come to owe?

Would that debt reduce Vandor to the pitiful state of Dorvalla?

And, worse still, what honor would there be in spilling Vandor blood with foreign blades?

No. For him to become Lord, he would do so with his own two hands. He would earn the support of his people with his own way. And he would never subject his home to the servitude of another state. That day would eventually come. Yet, in the present, there was work to be done. In the present, Vynter had aligned himself with the Southern Systems' own Knights Obsidian. And Dorvalla was the focus of their current efforts. Anarchy was spreading in the West, thus they would take action to quell it. The focus of the Confederate mission was clearing Dorvalla Penal and the Castle of the corporate monstrosities. But, Vynter and a select few had other plans.

The LOBOS forces had been enabled by rival corporations. Holdings which were not immediately on the nation's radar this day. But they would answer for their part in bringing such madness to Dorvalla. To this end, a single dropship flew towards a mining outpost on the far side of the planet. A far humbler structure than the mammoth found in the Castle. Yet, here, Vynter hoped to find the keys to the LOBOS' strength. Here, he hoped to find their benefactors. This day, he did not fight alone. For riding within the dropship were a few members of the Knighthood - including his own sibling. Was it awkward? No. For as much as Vynter desired his mantle?

Beric was blood. Plain and simple.

"We're coming upon the landing zone." he remarked simply, facing the Lord of Frosthall. Reaching, his offhand grasped the man's shoulder and a squeeze of confidence was given. "Don't fall behind, little brother." A wink was rendered - for what was a little sibling rivalry to start off the mission?​

 

[Vanir Eris]

Vanir looked up at the cliff, his mind working. He could get up there, but he wondered if the others could keep up. “If we timed it right, we could use the force to jump… Mind you those who cannot, would have to do it the hard way or be pulled up.”

His connection to the force was nose to tail better than his physical abilities. He could probably take four people with him on his jump, but that was his limit. He could do it the hard way, but time seemed to be of the essence in this regard.

The Lopara also seemed to have a bit of a pallor to him. Ever since they arrived on this world he seemed a bit off. Nothing to impact his abilities, but something was up. Gerwald may recall how connected Vanir was to the planets he visited. This world was scarred, sick and wrathful at the destruction and he felt it deep in his bones. Add to the fact he could sense the pain, misery and whole miasma of unpleasantness that consisted of the confines of the prison?

The Healer was just suffering as one might expect for one whose abilities were as they were. He just didn’t let it get in the way of things, even if he felt a bit green. Only thing that would help, would be to help the planet recover and to stomp out the cancer that had caused all this sadness.

Gerwald Lechner

 

[Yusha]

C A S T L E​

Tag: Lyra Vent

This was a little too Humanitarian.

The King of Beggars was no stranger to keeping up appearances. After all, in order to get closer to greater marks, guile was a skill of absolute necessity. In the context of the Southern Systems, that meant settling in with the Knights Obsidian. Sure, he could have rested on the laurels which came with his lineage. Sure, he could have easily gained a one-way ticket into high society through such claims and had a beautiful array of pickings to choose from. Yet that just seemed...wrong. For he had come to the Southern Systems to learn about who he was, not to exploit his mother's name.

Even a thief had his limits.

Thus, he would settle for the works of his own hands. Which meant serving the interests of the Knighthood. As a Squire, his missions were seldom anything to write home about. Settling disputes here, chasing down a purse-snatcher there. But, today? Today they were diving into Hell. And this was well out of Yusha's wheelhouse. Dorvalla was a war ripped apart by war. Corporate greed was the name, systemic oppression was the game, and the planet was the loser. The King of Beggars was skilled in many things - aiding a frontal assault on fortifications was not in his bag of tricks.

What he could do, however, was infiltrate. And that is how he ended up being placed under the direction of the Ministry of Secrets - otherwise known as Shadowfeed - for the operation. The task at hand was "simple:" He and another operative would scale the Castle and breach the Headquarters. They were seeking information regarding Dorvalla Mining, just to see how far the rabbit hole went. But, if they had to take out leadership along the way, they would certainly do so. The saving grace in all of this was the fact that Yusha's partner for the mission was not a total stranger. He had seen her in civilian clothes on Naboo, shared a cup of tea and some laughs. But, this was on the clock, so the civilian clothes would stay at home.

In the moment, they had landed quietly whilst the Confederate forces made quite a ruckus nearby. Their first task would be to scale the exterior and breach at a window. As the King of Beggars readied his cling-grip gloves, he jutted his chin towards the wall. "Ladies first."​

 

[Agravain]

D O R V A L L A​

T A G : Faegard

Such was the avarice of Man.

In but a single, brief period, the mortals of the Galaxy ripped each other apart. Nations moved against one another. Corporations exploited the meek. All this in a literal blink of an eye. If the boon of eternity was given? Then the words of his companion would have been accurate. There would be nothing left. All creation would be reduced to the pitiful state of Dorvalla - or even worse. It was hard to believe such a thing could be possible...that a world could be in an even more sorry state than this. But Agravain was convinced an eternity of mankind could accomplish this.

Thus, he had to be cured. For an eternity of this hunger, of this blight upon his soul? It would only lead to bringing Dorvalla to other worlds. Other lives. He would not be apart of that. Not if he had anything to say about it.

"Therefore, we must learn all we can." he remarked, setting his amber gaze upon his partner. "Lest we aide in bringing such ruin to all creation. We must control this gift, not the other way around."

There was a time when Faegard asked if it ever got easier. To manage the cravings, the power, the urge to destroy. Agravain surely hoped so. It would not do to fall victim to such evil urges whilst seeking a cure. Ah, but to look upon his companion was to urge differently. The beast within hungered, but was that evil? Was that not what all men craved? He put aside the thought and motioned with his chin onward. "Hopefully not too much further. We're looking for something underground I presume. A vault of sorts perhaps." They would certainly know it when they found it.

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[Faegard]

D O R V A L L A​

T A G: Agravain

There were times that I lamented my empathy.

There was something in Agravain's words, the last one, specifically. I felt the squirming in my own gut just as I suspect he did. "Gift". That was the word, something about it seemed to make him churn, as though it were some blasphemous thing to call it that. I knew that he was still at war with our shared condition, even though he hid it from me so well. Every night I rose, hoping it would get a little easier for him. But in that moment, I felt the utter disdain he had for how he was.

It broke my heart.

Without even thinking, I reached out to slip my hand into his, giving it a squeeze. I couldn't tell him that I knew he hated it. That was a discussion I don't think either of us were ready for. So instead, I drew on more pleasant memories, taking a moment to banish my guilt for long enough to offer a sincere chuckle.

"Have I ever told you that you speak like you talk like a Jedi holocron?" I asked, bringing up one of my oldest ways to tease him, "Underground? Do you think it could be guarded? Once we're close enough, I could reach out, if there are residual energies of some kind... at least we might get some warning."

I felt a flutter in my chest, a flush in my cheeks. That was... unexpected. For a moment there I forgot about our shared curse, about what I'd done to Agravain, what he'd done to me. For a moment there were once again just friends, embarking on some ill-advised adventure together. I let the moment linger, feeling a now-rare genuine smile tug at my lips. Maybe there was hope after all.​

 

[Lyra Vent]

TAG: Yusha

Lyra had seen a great many things during her travels as a Raven, but this......this was was just dark.

The head of the snake was to be investigated. Nothing she hadn't done before. She just hated knowing that civilians were caught in the middle of this mess. Briefings like this sucked. It reminded her of the turmoil out there.

Reminded her of Coruscant.

One semi-good thing came from the directive - her partner in this endeavour was not unknown to her. Obviously the handsome wallet-snatcher had some skill, or Shadowfeed wouldn't have roped him into the mission. She just hoped he left his tea tasting at home. Time was of the essence for this endeavour. They had to be in and out. Taking care of some big shots was a side-task. She did not fancy a shootout with a bunch of lackeys in order to get out. That could get ugly.

Luckily the drop had gone off without a hitch.

Now, standing at the foot of the wall, she listened as some skirmish noises drifted towards them. Unintentional diversions were the best thing since sliced bread. It made her life so much easier in her line of work. Looking up at the wall, she made ready for the climb, her intel-snatching equipment safe in a pouch on her belt along with some up-close-and-personal weaponry.

Yusha made a "ladies first" quip. Half a grin spread on the corner of her mouth.
"Is that gallantry or cowardice talking, Prince Charming?" she teasingly asked before digging her mechanical fingers into the wall above her and started pulling herself up. A grappling line would have been easier, but without knowing what was on the other side of that window, it was a bit risky.