Junction CRISIS ON KUAT II | GA & NIO Junction of Korbin & Anzat

[Valery Noble]

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Location: Kuat​

Valery: Appearance​

Ship: Factory Link!​

Tag: Iris Arani Briana Sal-Soren ​

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"All systems go."​

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Valery communicated to her Padawans, who were flying in formation with her a single jump away from Kuat. Only recently, their new ships were constructed, built specifically to play into their Jedi senses and the deep coordination they had with each other. Today, they were going to be put to the test already and while part of Valery looked forward to that, she knew lives were going to be lost as well. That was never something one should be looking forward to, and she certainly didn't.​

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"Keep the formation tight, and let's initiate the jump."​

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With the Master taking point, the three modified X-wings jump into hyperspace, only to arrive mere moments later. Ahead of them, the Alliance blockade around the famous Drive Yards can be seen exchanging fire with the New Imperial fleet. What had initially appeared to be an endless staredown had finally turned into conflict.​

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"Lock S-foils in attack position — priority is defending our own ships," Valery said, not wanting to take an aggressive stance in this battle unless necessary. With a flick of a switch, the wings of her fighter then expanded to attack position, and the power systems began to redistribute some juice to the weapons. Finally, she tapped her comms and reached out to the Alliance fleet.​

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<Transmission>​

"Alliance fleet, this is Master Noble. Standing by to offer support.​

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She turned off her transmission and finally began the dive down towards the large ships defending the Drive Yards. It was likely enemy bombers and fighters would soon move to engage up-close, but she was more than ready to receive them with the help of her Padawans.​

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"Iris, initiate the Meld, and let's make sure none of those bombers reach our ships."​

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With great determination in her fiery eyes, the Master then maneuvred her X-wing through the formation of alliance ships, Padawans in tight formation with her and all ready to do what must be done today. ​

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[Auteme]

Aerarii Tithe Madelyn Lowe The Arbiter | Rurik Fel Caarlyle Rausgeber ​

These were the wrong people. Lowe's imperial leanings would be of little help, despite who they were dealing with, and her attitude that this course of action was failing shot them in the knee. Lujo wasn't harmful, but their ambition would do them little good here. Yet even if those two were entirely united with the Alliance's mission, they would still be a detriment. Lowe's past as a Sith official would not likely be lost on the Imperials. The representative of Lujo, too, had utterly no experience in dealing with them.

Tithe's intentions with his selection of representatives was a mystery to her. She would've preferred Pryce, or du Couteau, or Organa; less controversial, more experienced. Pryce especially would've made for a good reminder of what was possible when the Alliance and Imperials worked together -- or at least when they were at peace.

Or perhaps those two were a misdirection. Tithe's own past as a Sith official was still relevant, but his role would likely be considered less egregious than Lowe's. The fresh face of the Arbiter could be contrasted with the Chancellor's wizened visage. And Auteme...

Where did that leave her? What was her role here? She hoped it was for her experience with the Imperials, her role in the Imperial Civil War, or even her skill in diplomacy, but with Tithe it was always up in the air.

No, she couldn't disparage her allies in such a way. They were there, same as her; no matter what she thought about them, they could work together.

"Agreed," she said softly, nodding to the Chancellor's sentiment. Auteme found her seat, same as the others, and waited for the proceedings to begin.

 

[Iris Arani]

Kuat. The last time she was here, she was more whole. Domxite was still with her. She intercepted but failed to stop the sabotage of the Orbital Communications Uplink. Was that what caused all this? Iris couldn't help but feel responsible as they emerged from hyperspace into the midst of battle. Alliance and Imperial forces trading blows, starfighters shooting down one another. It was like when Iris first saw war.

But between people who were allies. Why did this happen? There wasn't any time to think about it though. Valery Noble 's instructions came in over the com, and Iris was quick to act on them. S-foils in attack, initiate the meld. The Padawan closed her eyes as she reached out. Here in the void of space it was easier to see the colors of the people around her. Most were distant enough that she didn't feel overwhelmed. And there was no life in the void, no colors to mix and confuse her. She was older, too. Able to see through what wasn't needed.

The colors of Briana Sal-Soren and their master was what she focused on. Like a painter trying to make the perfect shade she blended their colors together, guiding them into the meld until the three became one.

<I'm ready.> Her voice echoed in the minds of the two. Their minds. Their mind. The same fiery determination that filled Valery now burned in Iris's purple eyes. <Let's begin.>

 

[Keiran Varn]

REBEL ALLIANCE
LOCATION: KUAT DRIVE YARDS HANGAR
MISSION: SITREP: FUBAR, ENGAGE SECESSIONISTS
EQUIPMENT: SINGLE BLADED AMETHYST LIGHTSABER | HG-54 "THE VO CLASS VERPINE HAND CANNON | COMLINK
TAGS:
WAR HOGS: Traden Avarice Zav Traros Monos Phaineve Halseigh
SCAR SQUADRON: Atticus Draco Hal Vaiken Kelinna Tryn Volgin Alto

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Chaos reigned. Keiran threw himself to the floor, scrambling to cover and setting up by a crate. Fwoom. A blast just missed his face, and he span round, sending out some covering fire of his own. A few klicks away, a blue Duros Alliance dock worker grabbed a civilian and swerved out of the way of an nova-like explosion, blue overalls worn and torn. A blanket of red laserfire kept him rooted to his position as Secessionists and Alliance Marines duked it out in the cavernous hangar bay. As two sides exchanged potshots, it was almost as if for every Marine that crumpled to the floor a secessionist fell also. They'd set up defensive positions and suffered an onslaught from the ever-ready force they faced, adamant on booting the Galactic Alliance off Kaut.

Time to move. He jumped up and straight back down into a roll, sending a single blast at a enemy, with no time to see if it'd hit, but he had faith in the Smart Aim. Bought on some shady planet on the outskirts of the core, the Jaeger solutions Verpine handcannon felt silky and secure, as if it had been moulded to the shape of his hand. No sound left the weapon and he pulled on the trigger, sending a number of rounds at the ever emboldened enemy. A haze of blaster bolts made movement hard and the thunderous sound of volley after volley of blasterfire meant he could barely hear himself think.

– WHAT THE HELL IS THAT THING!? –

A trooper yelled out into the hangar, as the eyes of many of the combatants shifted up to see a a dimunitive alien, no larger than a loth-cat, and armed to the teeth shoot off on a small jetpack, raining down plasma on the hostiles who's weapons struggled to keep up with his rapid movements. A large toothy grin began to form on his sticky sweat-covered face. They could only watch as the fighters stuck to the gates, hoping they weren't on the recieving end of the Anzellan's hail of fury.

Just off to the right of him, by some large slate-grey crates, stamped with the KDY insignia sat a GADF transport, ready and waiting to evacuate non-combatants. He gritted his teeth. Their adversaries would fight tooth and nail. All they needed to do was fight harder. But at the moment it was proving incredibly difficult. A small object sailed through the air. His eyes widened in shock, and he dived off as the orange plume of the explosion sent many of his comrades hurtling. Keiran lay on his stomach and took a minute to compose himself. He shook his silver-blonde hair, a long piercing ringing sound was all he could hear for a few minutes before it began to subside.

It was time to do this bit. Keiran rushed off into cover before holstering the handcannon, and removing a slender metal object from his belt. Slowly, he rose out of his position, slowing his breath also. In and out.. He let his breath become independent of the battle raging before him, and simultaneously, the sound began to drown out, like he was underwater, and to him, his breath was even louder. Turning off to his left, he let the fire pass him and put his hand out, palm open and focused on a cluster off around five or so crates.

The Jedi reached out into the Force, pulling it from the depths of himself, and letting it flow out through his arm and to his hahnd. Keiran's made a grabbing motion. Lifting his arm up, the crates did the same, and he gradually moved them towards a group of burly-looking secessionists, pushing out and sending the crates straight at them. Vwooom. Keiran flicked on the lightsaber in his other hand, a long amethyst-coloured blade of plasma came out of the hilt, casting a purple haze of light around him. He raised his arm-mounted comlink up to his mouth.

Warhogs! Where are you guys? –

"Peekaboo."

 

[Mattali Omenza]

Objective 2

Location: Kuat Central Space Traffic Systems
Gear:
Storm Armor Mk. IV
REC Scatter Gun
REC-DC/04 Particle Blaster Pistol

Tags: Zoraya Ives-Ayres Sakadi Marathi Sinvala

Mirinda was pretty damn good at her job. Like, really, really good. Least that's what she thought you know? Growing up, slicing was her jam, and something like central traffic security system door controls was like child's play. "Mirinda, you done yet?" One of the privates however, had been hovering over her shoulder. Ryanair was a well meaning guy, but damn was he jumpy. The rest of the squad respectfully set themselves off to the side, kept their heads on a swivel, and let the ensign do her job. What she wouldn't give to be under Vice Admiral Doon right now. "I'll be done when the little device I got here makes a sound. You hear that?" She paused, the device in her hand remaining silent. "That's the sound of me not being done yet, so sit your ass down, or I'll tell the ISB agent about what you do after hours." In-spite of the helmets they wore, she knew that the private was less than willing for his late night festivities to be revealed.

That seemed to be enough to shut the man up, and with his slow withdraw back to formation, Mirinda went back to work. Several moments later, she had the doors, security feed, and codes for the control tower, and swiftly stepped aside as she let the actual combatants move into place. "All good, knock it down boys." Corporal Tenga moved up, hefting his PHC Devastator and power suit, blew the door clean off it's hinges, and the rest of the squad moved in short order. Remaining behind, Mirinda looked to the leader of this little op, and forced back all the nasty thoughts that lingered at the front of her mind. "Orders, ma'am?" Keeping her scatter-gun at the ready, Mirinda was just waiting for that degrading talk that ISB was known for.

She had to wonder what sorta dirt Doon had dumped on her to get her sent here.

 

[Nuruodo'kal'brast]

CRISIS ON KUAT (PART. II)
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OBJECTIVE III | PEACE WALKER
OPPOSING | GALACTIC ALLIANCE
PINGS | NIO | GA | Jordi Massad Karissa Saitel Kolson Vrask CH3 Don Belkora IVI

COMMITTEE FOR THE PRESERVATION OF THE NEW ORDER
SUPPORTING | SCIMITAR

<EQUIPMENT: BULLET-PROOF COAT — AP-25i 'SIMP' PARTICLE-BEAM BLASTER>
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<CODE NAME: PULSAR>
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<THE CHISS & THE ZABRAK: CHALLENGER IN TROUBLE — PROLOGUE>
The brief was clear. No Imperial gear — as always —, no military gear, except for a simple personal blaster that she had left in her back, behind her belt and under her coat. Discreet, blending in with the crowd, this is how each COMPNOR’s agent should have been. But the Chiss wasn’t a part of the Committee. For a reason she did not understand, Dokal and her operator — whose name was Hukor — were called on strange missions alongside agents. First, there was the first operation on Kuat, a couple of months ago, but every commandos of the 4th Group had been sent on this planet to train local militias. Then, she took part in a hunt in Ravelin alongside callsign Scimitar, looking for SIA agents, the nemesis of the COMPNOR. And now she was involved in a second mission on Kuat, also with this weird Human named Scimitar, but now in a k’pah club, or pub, she did not remember. Actually, she remembered the name of this place: ‘THE MUNTAR’.

She was making her way in the streets, turning in an angle, then in another, and repeating the sequence over fifty to make sure she wasn’t followed by any SIA agents. She knew that there were a lot of those scumbags since the beginning of Kuat’s secession, and she was doing everything to not fall in a trap or catch by an Alliance’s trooper. Internally, she wanted to encounter a Warhog to kill them. But not right now — she enjoyed the waiting, tasting the blood in her mouth before fighting one of these commandos.

She quickly turned on her comlink, clenching her jaw: “Pulsar to HQ, approaching Romeo-Delta-Victor point. Over. — Copy that Pulsar. Turn off your coms for the rest of the mission. G’luck. — Aye sir.” She cut her radio, looking for THE MUNTAR. Before landing on Kuat, she had memorized a map of the city, so she knew that she was about to find the buildings. Just a few numbers on the wall and… Yes! She finally reached the bar. As she came closer and closer to the doors of the establishment, an arm came on her chest to stop the Chiss. She took a look at the one who prevented Dokal from entering the pub, asking: “What’s going on? — This isn’t a place fo’ young girls. — I’ve a rendezvous, lil boy. Lemme enter. — Uuh… AHAHAH! Don’t make fun o’ me, blue-girl!” She frowned, hearing that. “Listen carefully to me euhn k’pah. ‘Am not supposed to follow your orders. So lemme enter this place.” As she talked, she held her blaster, putting the cannon on the man’s hip. “Ay-... Aye. Come in.” She put away her pistol as she let her penetrate in the bar. “Nice boy.”

The atmosphere directly encountered her nostrils, so she decided to spark a cigarette as she was looking for Scimitar. She came to the bar, ordering a Tevraki whiskey while she was waiting for her counterpart.
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[Kelinna Tryn]

R E A P E R
NEW IMPERIAL ORDER
KDY | KUAT
SCAR SQUADRON: Hal Vaiken | Volgin Alto | Atticus Draco | NIO
WAR HOGS: Traden Avarice | Monos | Phaineve Halseigh | Zav Traros | Keiran Varn | @WHOAMIMISSING?

GEAR: Modified Armour | Sniper rifle | Pistol | Rifle | Vibroblade | Vibroknife | Grenade loadout

SUPERNOVA​

It was like hunting.

The tension of the wait building up. Keeping calm only came through conditioning - to not flex the trigger finger at the slightest movement. Lily would never forget her first hunt. She had fired early, pulling on the trigger, causing the rifle to shift. The razorback's crippled, suffering squeals still rang in her ears sometimes, even decades later.

She never made that mistake again.

This waiting game was no different. Until some fools couldn't keep the finger off the trigger any longer. When the explosion rocked the dock, it was open season and nerves caused blasters to fire back and forth over barricades across the dockyards.

"Amateurs." she mumbled about the stress-shooters from where she was crouching next to the rest of her squadron, rifle propped on their cover for stability. Meanwhile, she listened to Cat and Hoax give feedback on their findings and Sarge giving his orders to them.

Nothing new.

"Colonel, Mauler - that blockade needs to go."

Mauler took off with a mere nod, but Draco lingered.

"The Destroyer's systems will have to be slaved after its undocked. Secure the entry point once the redoubt is broken."

"I got you on that, hun." Lily said as she raised her head just enough to sight ahead through the scope while the boys advanced.

And a few cowards trying to swarm the two men, lost their heads in the process.

With the first redoubt secured by the sheer strength of will of Mauler and Draco, the time had come to move shop. Flipping the shatter rifle onto the electro-mag connection on her back and drew her pistol while getting ready to launch over the cover.

"We moving, Sarge?"

 

[Rurik Fel]

E M P E R O R
NEW IMPERIAL ORDER
THE IRONCLAD
Caarlyle Rausgeber
Aerarii Tithe | Auteme | The Arbiter | Madelyn Lowe​

NIV FERRATA, TASK FORCE 'GODHAND', HYDIAN WAY

SON OF THE SUN
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For the first time in over a decade, the forces of Empire and the arsenal of democracy were to come to blows once more. He ordered Kuat be normalized personally, the Empire was battering down the hatches for a harsh winter to come as they faced the Galaxy alone and the marvel of engineering that was the Kuat Drive Yards would be a vital organ to the Empire's strive for autarky.

The 501st was mobilized to secure Imperial assets on the docks as Loghain's attempt at succession kicked off, worst comes to worst, they would retrieve what was rightfully theirs as the Imperial Bureau of Economic Director scoped out prospective replacements for the Kuat Drive Yard's production capacity.

All was going accordingly...until the rupture in the Drive Yards proper. Communication of the incident immediately patched through to the Emperor by the 501st's command staff as their intervention was relayed back to Ravelin in real-time.

[ Terror attack, ISD 'Vigilance', ship badly damaged, culprit unknown, suspected GA involvement, developing... ] Was the rundown of the statement last received by Imperial Naval Intelligence correspondence present in orbit of Kuat.

Not long after, Rurik hailed his Royal Guardsmen, one of many loyal scions he could dispatch to any crisis that required his oversight.

Sora Mohc .

"Go forth to the Kuat system, you will be my eyes. Insure our mission in the system is seen through, let nothing fetter my will. For the Empire." He said in his brief hologram message and command the way of the Imperial Knight before moments later, it was time to finally bridge contact.

The glad hands of the Galactic Alliance were no doubt assembled in the halls of the Senate in their attempt to seize control of this crisis. Fel emitted a ping the way of the Admiral Regent. He would be another arbiter to see through that his will be done should circumstances grow more dire. The Imperial Navy would be ready to swing the winds of fate in the Empire's favor at a moment's notice should the need arise.

Until then, diplomacy would be the first line of offensive. The Alliance had all the ground to grandstand upon over the Empire now, Fel had to seize it from them. Even if he was ever an abrasive man, lacking the charm and endearing nature that the mortal man who preceded him might have had in his favor when interacting with the Galactic Alliance, Fel was the Ironclad, a man who portrayed no weakness and very little humanity past his visage.

But iron did not bend.

The Alliance delegation would have his transmission code pop up at the receiving end of their hologram transmitter.

The foreboding gaze of Rurik Fel, the dim shine of his pale eyes barely emerged past the iron visage clasped over his tortured face, he peered over those present before speaking up once more.

"Chancellor, Senators... the Alliance has failed to keep order in the Kuat System and now Imperial lives and assets have paid the price. Your 'defense force' fires upon those who are protecting what is ours. Several vessels vital to the defense of the Empire lie in the dockyards of Kuat- you will allow my Navy to retrieve them if you wish to maintain peace. Your terrorist acts will not hinder the will of the Empire. I hope these terms are simple enough for the glad hands of the Alliance to understand...if they are not- I can be much more clear." The Emperor spoke, his voice overtly strained, nearly painful sounding as he spoke with an ethereal interference with each bellowing word, lingering damage from the darkness that tortured his form and confined him to the Iron Skin he donned now.

 

[Douge Johnson]

CRISIS ON KUAT (PART. II)
personal Items: Cigarettes, cargo pants, Bantha leather boots,
equipment: wire cutters, burner commlink, welder goggles
armor: blast vest
weapons: scattergun slugthrower, vibro knife
Assisting in the destabilization effort Johnson was tasked with joining the Muntar and engaging with the global gang war against the other gangs being led by other undercover NIO agents. Picking up his burner commlink he reached out to one of the agents on the gangs opposition side. "I'll be leading a group of Muntar towards one of the local citys security checkpoints. I suggest you do the same, we hit them all at the same point and we would not only confuse the local authority's but we put weapons and equipment into the gangs to cause more trouble. over and out."

closing his commlink he stoes it away before getting on his gear and armor before picking a few Muntar to aid him in the raid. "Hit em hard and hit em fast boys!" he jeers as he puts on his goggles as they move out.

 

[Rika Hiro]

Asa Yubari|Kuat|The End
C O M P N O R
Tags:// Don Belkora Jordi Massad Hal Vaiken Karissa Saitel Iseri Tanaka CH3 IVI

The Atrisian found themselves deep in the fold of the masses arrayed before the podium, separated by layers of security and other droids protecting the high-value target. But it didn't matter; several of her kind and other operatives were circling and closing in on Elane, and time was not on the alliance's side.

Asa pushed past cheering civilians, both young and old, human or not, all of different backgrounds and origins. Seemingly unaware and blissfully ignorant to what would soon unfold. Elane was not the first the agency had killed like this, nor would she be the last this day. She dressed the part as she has always done, chic and unassuming to the naked eye; she appeared as an Atrisian businesswoman, carrying a briefcase in one hand and a datapad in the other. The woman's eyes were masked by the midnight black shades she always wore, hiding cold and indifferent eyes that had stared into many a dying man's souls before claiming them for COMPNORs black list.

Inside the briefcase was a fully automatic blaster submachinegun, assembled at her hotel room prior, with all production markings and dates scratched off prior. Hideously inaccurate at long range and with high recoil, it was no ones first choice for military operations, but hit jobs like this? it was a perfect weapon when fired at ten to fifteen meters. It fired so fast that it barely gave the target time to move before a dozen or so blaster bolts were aimed their way.

But the time wasn't right, not yet, so she waited like a tiger in wait. ​

 

[Caarlyle Rausgeber]

The Monster
NIV Tregessar, The Hydian Way
Admiral Regent
Rurik Fel
Annasari | Aerarii Tithe | Madelyn Lowe | The Arbiter

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"S-s-sir are you certain you wish to appear as so?" Lieutenant Argus Croft inquired, voice quivering as he set the Admiral-Regent's communications terminal up. "I know you've already decided against additional doses of painkillers sir, but-please. We have the means to perhaps obscure your-your-your," The Lieutenant struggled to come up with an appropriately delicate euphemism. "Predicament" Argus stood to attention as Carlyle cast his cool gaze upon the younger man. His posture stiffened, and his eyes darted away from Rausgeber's face. "I merely-"

"Your prattle does a disservice to the uniform." Rausgeber snapped. His voice a ravelled gargle as his tongue struggled to churn each syllable from the inside of his mangled mouth. The Admiral Regent turned to face the table, with a grunt. Croft was right. He was in severe pain. But to allow this moment to pass by would do him a disservice. "Too long Lieutenant," Carlyle snapped, a gloved hand, reaching to massage the seared edge of the blaster impact around his cheek, "Have I hidden my visage from the Galaxy." Rausgeber chided, "If they cannot see me now, it would be cowardice." And ill-advised. Given the Emperor had requested Rausgeber's presence personally. And if there was one man who did not let physical deformity override the ceremony of his position, it was Rurik Fel.

"As you wish my lord," Croft bowed his head, and returned to his station at the comms unit. In the hours since his wounding, Carlyle had been medically evacuated to the Tregessar, presently sat in deep space with the First Prefsbelt Squadron, along the Hydian Way. Ready for dispatch to Kuat at a moments notice. Now he sat in a cavernous conference room in the bowels of the vessel. While medical treatment had been applied to his face, to ensure septic shock would not set in, and the wounds had largely been cauterized. But he was in agony as bone rubbed against muscle. It made talking all the more difficult. And yet, Rausgeber rather enjoyed the visage. It would be an interesting card to play to the assembled Alliance forces. “Sir, we are prepared to transmit.”

“Proceed.” Carlyle glowered, steeping his fingers as the conference began. The members of the Alliance delegation were greeted by his visage. His left cheek still held that awful hole. Saliva dripped from the top of his mouth, like it were some great cavern. Inside one could see the warren of teeth, shattered like shards of glass. Some even embedded within the gum tissue of the man’s mouth. Rausgeber on a broader scale was less of a put together figure than typically put. His hair was a mess. Part shaved off the left side, in order to apply some bacta upon initial arrival. But other than that nothing. His uniform, still bloodied from his encounter with the Alliance SIA agent.

Carlyle sat there, waiting for a moment, eyeing the opposing delegation. Glaring specifically at Tithe, and then inquisitively at Madelyn Lowe. Curious. It seemed the Varonat Governor had managed to find a new home. Strange to think how many Sith-Imperial alumni managed to escape into the fold of this Alliance. There was some witticism to be made there. But Carlyle would not voice it. Not yet at least. He waited for his equally as scarred sovereign to arrive. And when he did so, turned to face the Alliance. Eyeing their reactions as the Emperor spoke. As soon as Fel finished, Carlyle decided to jump in.

“In line with military and diplomatic rules,” Rausgeber rasped, “The New Imperial Navy is prepared to enforce a security cordon of Kuat.” The Admiral Regent explained to the assembled gaggle of politicians, “We will then use that time to investigate the destruction of our material,” He swallowed, wincing slightly, “We will also, in accordance with military norms, request the names and surrender of personnel who have fired upon New Imperial personnel.” Carlyle sneered, although there was really not that much to sneer with left. “To ensure that these, criminals who have fired upon peaceful shipping are court martialled as per the Kaeshana Clause of the New Imperial Naval code.” He looked to Lowe, and then Tithe, “We are more than happy to liaise on that front.”

 

[Prefsbelt Commander]

THE INQUISITOR

Special Agent Andreas Beckett
NIV Imperatores Pax
Kalie Alverez

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Special Agent Beckett watched her with a cool gaze. Calmly folding his hands within one another as he eyed her evenly. The outburst was an interesting one, but one that was foreseeable. There was no trust there between them. No cooperation yet fostered. This would not be the easiest of jobs. But that was why Beckett was there wasn't he? To get into her head, poke around a bit and hopefully seize on something pertinent and critical. The Special Agent paused, and opened his case, letting a moment of silence settle between them. Out of his case, came Kalie's personal effects from Kuat. The ones seized by SCAR squadron. Her little notebook. Listening device. Her datapad. The works.

"Torture, as I've been assured by my esteemed colleagues up there would get me nowhere." Beckett began, "And considering, what happened to the last man who..." He paused, and rifled through his case, before retrieving a holoprojector, "Did, well, that," He gestured to her eye socket, before activating it. A model of Rausgeber's deformed face began floating and rotating above the table. "I think I would not want to befall the same comeuppance as the Admiral Regent." He let the moment still itself for a moment. Letting her take in the horrific view of Rausgeber's form. His half blown off face. The anguish in the still.

"I feel, Miss Alverez," Andreas began, "That it would not be a lie to say the likelihood of you leaving alive is, well...." He creased his brow, this was an odd circumstance to say the least. "High." He paused, and swallowed. He could not overshoot his game too much. Let her on to too much. But now was the time to plant that first seed. "I'm not sure, you're even cognisant of it at this time, but you have a certain, advantage. Lets call it that. But this advantage you have, that means killing you doesn't gets us anywhere." Andreas explained. Before picking up the datapad, and eyeing it. "But, before we get too far off track, I think we should re-centre ourselves."

"Now, we managed to unlock your pad here, took our codebreakers some time." Beckett explained, "And fortunately for you it seems we weren't able to access the archive. All we have here, are a log of messages from this 'M' figure, and yourself." Andreas paused, and looked at her, cocking his head, "Am I to assume this M is a handler of some variety?" He shrugged, "Can't say it's original as far as names go. Typically if I have some espionage clearance I far prefer an actual name. Seems a little less conspicuous than a mere letter." He offered a smile, "Signing your name say, Rupert McGowan. Rosemary Adler." he offered a small chuckle, "But, how about this as a starting point?"

"You tell us about how long you had been charged with spying on Julius Loghain, and I'll see about getting into contact with this SIA handler, M." He looked at her, "I doubt a woman of your, well, proclivities is really going to be able to go without checking in for too long." Beckett waited a moment to check her reaction, "Look, I assure you. The Alliance and it's problems with the Lord Regent, are going to be over with imminently."

 

[Phaineve Halseigh]

[Aboard the Temptress - Tsrotzhu-class Multipurpose Gunship]
[Rebel Alliance]
[Warhogs: Traden Avarice , Monos , Keiran Varn ]
[Imperial Opposition: Hal Vaiken , Volgin Alto , Kelinna Tryn , Atticus Draco , And Whomever I missed]
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She could feel every RCS thruster firing against the mass of the Temptress, guiding the gunship into spin after spin as it approached the ring. The pilot held her breath as she slipped by a flight of Imperial transports firing their own thrusters in approaching the hangers of the shipyards. Her heart pounding in her chest while she glided from a crevice between two huge mechanical arms, setting the dropship's bow to stare down one of the lesser-occupied bays.

In the craft's passenger lounge, the Rebel team lay in wait; formerly a unit of the Galactic Alliance's Defense Force, the Warhogs were flying under a new flag, one they hoisted over their vessel at the cost of their official membership in the G.A. One they raised knowing they'd likely never see their families again, lest anyone betray the Rebel Alliance's assertion of secrecy and confidentiality for its members.

They may as well have been marked KIA. At least nobody back home would be worrying about her, then... Shut it... Phaineve scowled at herself, fingers tensing against the handles of the yoke.

"[Alright. I've found us a place to land... E.T.A two minutes.]" she announced over the intercom. "[Warhogs, prep for deployment. All systems Green for Mr. Cuddles.]" Phaineve flicked a pair of switches, and belches of exhaust plumes shot out briefly from the Temptress's forward-most attitude jets, the craft making another adjustment as it drew closer to the mouth of the designated hanger.

Get on board. Grab a ship. Get out. She'd made a habit of repeating the team's objective to herself. While the forces of the G.A would focus on evacuating their own civilians from an increasingly mutinous Kuati station, the Rebels would be occupied with their own plan to hijack one of the docked-- and hopefully abandoned-- vessels for their own later use.

"[Thirty seconds. I'm uploading the location of the target vessel to your personal-]" Both Phaineve and the gunship cried in agony. A violent shockwave swept over the craft's interior as a fragment of debris shot through the plates of its dorsal hull, metal splintering as it scraped past the engine arrays, shooting into the insides of the transport as the momentum overwhelmed flakes of metal. In the cockpit, a salvo of shrapnel ricocheted against the curved armor plates, shooting past and into a series of control panels; sparks exploded from the consoles, peppering the pilot's hands and coat with scattered bursts of tiny flame. "MotherKARKIN- GAH." She rocked abruptly to the side, held away from the cold, hard floors below by nothing more than her safety belt.

"[I HOPE Y'ALL LIKE TURBULENCE! Find a frakking rail and brace for a bumpy landing!]" The ferocity in her voice only increased with her grip on the flight controls-- what remained of them. The Temptress wobbled nauseatingly to port and starboard, in time being caught in a spiral as it rocketed through the shield gates of the Kuati hanger. Then a crash. The half-extended landing pylons of the gunship skidded and scraped against the deck plating, tearing up metal until the gear finally buckled and shattered under the weight of the craft. Temptress slid to a rough, defeated halt.

The aft deployment ramp flipped downward, slamming into the shrapnel-ridden metal beneath without Phaineve having commanded it to. At least, she thought she hadn't... Guh.... Her head ached with a dreadful combination of nausea and fear-- fear for the others. Oh lords. The Others! Without further thought, she tore away the safety restraints. The pilot trailed blood and soot as she clambered down the corridors and into the aft deployment bay. To her relief, none of the Warhogs looked dead...

Still panting, and with blood trickling downward under the cover of one sleeve, "Is- Is everyone okay?!" her voice crackled out; her lungs and throat ached from the impact, though the adrenaline appeared to be taking her mind off of it.

"I... Gah..." Suddenly, Phaineve scampered toward the medical bay, about to throw a supply cabinet open in search of bandages when the distinct sound of a blaster volley exploded from somewhere outside... In a panic, she rocketed from the med-bay, sliding from the deployment ramp into a desolate hanger. Wide eyes scoured the cavernous room for the source of the fire, widening furthered when they caught flashes of plasma zapping from down a a corridor-- rocketing past the one entrance into the hallway.

"Guys-!"

 

[Sol'yan]

OBJECTIVE: II - Sitrep: FUBAR
LOCATION: KDY Orbital Ring
TAG: Liedran Kathause Finley Dawson Ara Sheridan OPEN

So much hatred, strife, anxiety. Before he even set foot upon the orbital ring of Kuat, Sol'yan could feel all of these emotions and more swirling about like a thick aura. As he boarded a dropship from within Liedran Kathause 's flagship, he focused himself on the present. His Silver Jedi Armor glinted in the faint light of the cabin, with his massive lightsaber clipped to his belt. He looked every inch the fearsome Jedi warrior who had fought back the Bryn'adul and the Maw, but despite himself could not keep himself from pondering over the irony. The Jedi were meant to be protectors of peace throughout the galaxy, yet he had spent more time than he cared for seemingly at war. His tenure within the 3rd Expeditionary Fleet had been a welcome respite to the rigors of war he had been exposed to over the decades. Yet, it seemed that regardless of all he did, somehow and some way he came back full circle to the strife the nations of the galaxy seemed intent to cause amongst each other.

Perhaps that was the lot the Jedi had in this life. To delve into the evils of war and pull out civilization before they annihilated themselves. Perhaps his presence here could help stave off the madness which threatened to unleash itself. The dropship rocked to and fro as it lifted up from its perch and surged through the vacuum of space to the orbital rings. It didn't take long for it to make its way to the hangar bays under the control of the GA garrison, attempting to restore some measure of order as they organized the evacuation effort of what civilians remained on the station. The dropship docked in due course, allowing for Sol'yan and those accompanying him to disembark and deploy within the hastily established cordon. The Jedi Master quickly strode up to an officer who appeared to be in command over the situation, and said in an oddly cool, if not composed tone: "What is the situation here?" The officer turned to regard the voice, with an awkward pause prevailing as he almost comically had to slowly look up to meet the Feeorin Jedi's alien expression. Sol'yan fought back a fleeting sensation of annoyance at the officer's moment of surprise at his size, and waited patiently for the officer to give him an update:

"M-master Jedi. We've established a cordon and are currently arranging check-in procedures for the ships en-route to our position. We've received reports of increased separatist activity deeper in the station, with reports of civilians trapped in their sections unable to get through to our location. I was about to try and put a team together when you guys arrived."

An unspoken request was on the officer's lips, to which the Jedi merely nodded as he glanced back to his party, then turned back to the officer: "Carry on with maintaining this position and saving as many lives here as you can. I will find those civilians and get them here."

 

[Gat Tambor]

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GATPAD X
HOLO MESSENGER v7.324335594
'FATSTACKSGAT87'​

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Aerarii Tithe

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|| This position is unenviable.
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|| Our mandate in the Senate has proved profitable. Losing the Core is not sustainable longterm.

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|| I'm aware, we'll be fine in the Core, just need to alter optics. Worst case isn't so bad. Alternatives are open for us Core-side at Fondor and Imp-side at Ringo Vinda
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|| The ships docked there are mine too- so I'm partial. Need to make a shell to continue operations in the Core, regardless of what happens, Kuat Entralla probably won't be operating there. GA-side shell corporation to produce licensed hardware from KDY is our best route. Keeps Kuat happy and lets us rake in subsidies.
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|| Keep me posted.

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[Kalie Alverez]

Prefsbelt Commander​

She winced at the awful image of Rausgeber as it displayed in front of her, turning and looking away rather quickly. While she was a spy and had obviously killed enemies throughout her career, she had always been more of the social influencer and information gathering type… and she did not enjoy killing… or in this case… maiming. She felt slightly nauseous knowing that she had inflicted such intense damage upon him.

He reassured her that there was a high probability of her life being spared, but Kalie grew more confused. The only reason she could muster for why her fate would be a positive one was if her life carried more weight than her death. She was still in the dark, trying to put pieces together that didn’t fit. She needed to find out what it was that they were after… what was so important that it could potentially spare her life? Although she was curious, Kalie had already concluded that it was likely too high a price for her to be able to pay.

As he hinted at her mysterious advantage, her gaze returned to one of deep confusion as she tilted her head up again to focus on the ceiling. That was the big mystery, wasn’t it. That is what they are after. Whatever had happened to her, they wanted to understand it… get their hands on it…

The only problem was… she had assumed that it was them that had done this to her. How was she so strong? Why had her eye acted as strangely as it did when the Admiral Regent had pressed the cigar into it... the pain suddenly turning off like a switch? Why had she struggled to gain control of her hand when she attempted to pull the trigger? If the SCAR trooper had not grabbed her arm to try to pull it away, she assessed that she would have ultimately lacked the willpower needed to pull the trigger. It was as if her hand didn’t belong to her.

“Puzzle pieces on the ground, wish that they could make a sound.” She sang quietly along to a playful childhood melody. She blinked, focusing on the ceiling intently, continuing to listen to the man’s words while she tried to force things to make sense in her head.

As he mentioned her datapad, she brought her eyes back down, tracking its movement in his hand. She felt rising tension inside of her, hoping they had not been able to pull anything off it that could jeopardize the alliance or the agency. He mentioned IVI and she instantly looked back up at the ceiling, blinking as her mind raced for an appropriate response. He started probing her for how long she had been spying on Julius Loghain, while toying with the possibility of getting into contact with her “handler”. She closed her eyes as her heart sank, the realization that if she gave up anything to them about IVI or her own direct connection to the SIA, that she would be providing ammunition for the NIO against the GA regarding Julius Loghain and the succession from the union. She had been in the room with him… as an SIA operative… If they could prove she was SIA then they could use that as leverage against the Alliances true intentions.

So as he probed for answers, she began to act rather peculiar…. beginning to display a worried and innocent expression as she bobbed her head back and forth as if in a daze,

“Where am I? Why… why am I tied down?” She looked groggily down at her restraints, “What… why are you restraining meeee??” She pulled her head up as her eyes filled with tears, her voice drifting into a higher pitched wine. “Let me goooooo!” She moaned, whimpering softly, pulling her arms weakly against the restraints. “I’m just a poor little girl, I don’t know what you’re talking abouuuuut…” Her tone grew shriller and higher as the volume intensified, to the point of it becoming quite obnoxious. “ IVI is my mommmm! My mommmm! What is a handlerrrr?” Tears started streaming down her face, “Let me goooooooo! Pleeeeeeeeasee…. Don’t hurt meeeeee!!”

It was all a very dramatic display. She was obviously not willing to provide any real information to the man, and instead chose to feign ignorance. It was a long shot... but perhaps the man would attempt to take advantage of her or something. And if he did, then she would take advantage of the opportunity to attempt an escape.

It was an awful long shot, but hey… desperate times…

 

[Traden Avarice]

II: SITREP: FUBAR (SHIPYARD)
OBJECTIVE: STEAL AN NIO FRIGATE FOR COVERT USE BY REBELS
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Location: Hangar
Attire: Standard
Loadout: The Harbinger, (New) Lightsaber, Mr. Cuddles
SCAR Squad: Hal Vaiken Volgin Alto Kelinna Tryn Atticus Draco
War Hogs: Monos Keiran Varn Phaineve Halseigh Zav Traros


"Alright! Keep your coms clear! We will establish a defendable position once inside! From there Mr. Cuddles and I will create a distraction while you and the rest of the squad continue to secure the objective!" Traden shouted to Zav Traros above the roar of the engines, the entire ship shaking rather violently as he gripped onto the briefing table.

"Mox and Keiran are already inside! We need to find them ASAP and provide support!"

Phaineve Halseigh Said:

"[Thirty seconds. I'm uploading the location of the target vessel to your personal-]"

Traden grabbed The Harbinger and locked in onto his armor, pulling up the display on his arm to confirm he had received the target vessel ping from Ladybird. "Target Confirmed!" He barked over coms. It was right then that the shockwave rocked the Temptress intently, knocking both men off their feet in the briefing room. Traden found himself hovering in the air for a second before his body slammed down onto the floor, forcing a grunt of pain out of the former Lieutenant Colonel. He picked himself back up and reached a hand over to help Zav Traros up to his feet as well, nursing his shoulder with a rocking motion. "Chit!" Traden exclaimed as the violent shaking intensified. "Gear up!" I'm going to get Mr. Cuddles Ready!"

Phaineve Halseigh said:

"[I HOPE Y'ALL LIKE TURBULENCE! Find a frakking rail and brace for a bumpy landing!]"

Traden grabbed a few more pods of energy cells and stuffed them into his unity belt, slowly making his way out of the briefing room and into the hanger as he held onto the sides of the ship to help steady himself. He found Mr. Cuddles had already severed most if his restraints and was banging unnervingly against the cargo bay doors.

"Rise and shine!!" He yelled as B.O.B, their A.I., transferred himself into the battle tank and started the repulsers. The tank roared to life, Its repulsers pulling it slightly off the ground as it backed away from the hatch. Traden jumped up with a little help from the force, landing on top of the tank and holding on tightly to the barrel. "We need you to push back the enemy! Establish control! Give them hell!"

"Yes yes, Traden. I am a fabulous hell bringer." B.O.B. remarked as he positioned the tank in front of the cargo bay doors appropriately, turning the barrel to face the enemy once the hangar doors open.

The terrible landing caused the tank and traden to jolt forward, smashing into the cargo bay doors and smashing them open. Traden barely held on as the hanger floor wizzed below them at blazing speeds, the tank now forcing the cargo door down against the floor as it whipped past, releasing a spray of sparks and a loud shrill grinding sound.

"Oh dear! Has Ladybird forgotten how to fly? This is just dreadful!" B.O.B. remarked as he attempted to regain control and pull Mr. Cuddles higher up into the ship. Finally, whatever was left of the Temptress came to a screeching halt inside the large hangar. Traden wrapped his elbow over the barrel of the cannon, pulling himself up with a groan back onto the tank as Ladybird came in from the cockpit,

Phaineve Halseigh

"Is- Is everyone okay?!"

"My goodness, Laydybird! What ever has gotten into that skull of yours?! I think I scratched my paint job!" B.O.B. Lamented. Traden dabbed the back of his hand against a gash on his head, pulling it away to see red blood. "I'll live!" He shouted back, He looked back at Ladybird… she seemed pretty banged up.

"Go get yourself cleaned up! I'll take Mr. Cuddles out to help the others! Then take Mox and infiltrate that ship!" With that, Traden turned back to look out at the massive firefight already in full swing inside the hangar. He pulled himself on top of the tank and stood there, like a battle-clad Mandalorian riding a magnificent Krayt Dragon into battle, the Harbinger in one hand and his brand new saber hilt in the other. As Mr. Cuddles picked itself up and roared forwards into the fray, Traden brought the new saber up to his lips and kissed the handle, "Common girl…" He said softly, "Do me proud." With that, it hissed to life in front of him, casting off a brilliant blue hue. He looked up just in time to see the infamous Mox doing what he does best. As a warhead suddenly streaked straight for Mox's position, Traden stretched his hand out and pushed with the force, sending the warhead careening into an Imperial ship nearby with a large explosion.

"MOXXY! HAVING ALL THE FUN WITHOUT ME MY FRIEND?!" Traden shouted across the hangar to the little guy.

"WAR HOGS!! ENGAGE!!" Traden shouted loudly, raising his saber high into the air and pointing in the direction of the Imperial troopers who were fighting the GADF marines. Some of them had already turned and were now firing on the tank and the crazy man atop it.


BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR

The twin heavy repeater blasters on Mr. Cuddles blared to life, ripping into the Imperial troops like butter, entire lines of men falling almost instantly. Traden started to deflect incoming blaster fire with the saber. He hoped to draw most of the attention away from the others so that some of the squad could sneak over to their target and complete their objective.

 

[Sylix]

SITREP: FUBAR
Objective II
Outside the Kuat System, Operational Oversight Centre

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Chaos reigned in the tactical combat centre. Officers and ensigns yelled orders and readouts of the proceedings on Kuat. The operation had gone completely south.

"Who fired the first shot?" Sylix shouted. "I want their head on a platter before this engagement is through. And tell our commanders to—"

"Sir! Sensors detect new ships have arrived in the system," an officer came sprinting up to the elevated platform Sylix stood on. Sylix' attention snapped to the man.

"Reinforcements? I'm not aware of any fleets close enough to the system," his voice had an edge to it. A new fleet was an unforeseen variable. Unforeseen meant unknown, unknown meant dangerous

"No sir, these bear friendly IFFs. They're Ashlan Crusade, sir."

He relaxed slightly. Friendlies. Allies.

"What in corellia's seven hell are they doing there? Did we receive word before they arrived? Have they come to assist?"

"No, sir. They claim neutrality. Their goal is to reappropriate thier ships from KDY, sir. They're scrambling fighters, sir, digging in."

Sylix bit back a string of curses. That unknown had gotten under his skin. He quietly studied the complex tac-map projected into the centre of the room. The New Imperials were engaged with the main fleet, reinforcement fleets were still far out. Right now the battle was evenly pitched. It would be up to the commanders to save their own skins. However...now, now this mess might be salvageable. A thin smile crept into the expression behind his mask.

"Open a line, transmit the following message," he said finally, still reading the map.

The Officer yelled an order into the room, received a positive in return. He readied himself beside a terminal, "sir, ready when you are."

The message read:
<Ashlan Fleet, this is the Naval Strategic Commander Sylix overseeing the operation held at Kuat. You have illegally entered Galactic Alliance territory during a highly sensitive combat operation, something that might have been considered a serious provocation under different circumstances. Right now, however, you may just have come at the right time. The New Imperials have ambushed our forces and are bent on destroying the Shipyards, we require your immediate assistance in defending Kuat's people. Link up with main GA forces in-system and aid in their defence. I'll connect you to the main battle network for coordination. Commander Sylix out.>

"Notify me of their response immediately," he said absently. The New Imperials line of ships had begun repositioning and required his attention.

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Isla Draellix-Kobitana ​

 

[CH3]

REBEL RISING
REBEL ALLIANCE SAFE HOUSE - KUAT CITY

Feat. Spirit of Judgement as ‘Elane of Kuat’ | RA
Karissa Saitel | Nuruodo'kal'brast | Douge Johnson | Rika Hiro | Jordi Massad | Don Belkora | Kolson Vrask | NIO

“Transport inbound.”

The droid announced the arrival of the airspeeders not as a warning or a sentiment of relief, but rather a statement of fact. The planned time of arrival had transpired and telemetry from the incoming vehicles matched that on records. The sentients around CH3 reacted differently, triple-checking their weapons and pacing nervousness around the safehouse.

The pair of unmarked airspeeders come in low and fast across Kuat City and touched down on the roof of the safehouse. They were quickly boarded by a group of Rebel Alliance operatives and lifted off as swiftly as they arrived. The airspeeders split off and each headed in a different direction to force any tails to divide or risk losing them.

Moments later, a convey of landspeeders shot out of the garage and plunged into the crowded streets, drawing the attention of any observers that hadn’t fallen for the airspeeder ruse. The up-armoured ground vehicles sped away from the safe house on the most direct route to the palace, where Elane was set to challenge Julius Loghain.

During all of this, a single worker droid pushing a hoversled emerged from a building further up the street, the shopfront linked to the safe house by access points cut through the adjoining walls. The droids monocle photoreceptor scanned up and down the street, and once satisfied it was safe, the automation gave the hovershed a shove and headed toward a nearby square.

“We will arrive shortly,” CH3 explained via an internal holocom to an unknown party, making no audible sound.

The droid wove its way down the street past protesters of all persuasions, a simple worker unit making a delivery. A pair of pro-Imperial rioters approached the hoversled and attempted to grab the pallet of foodstuffs loaded on top. CH3 responded by grabbing a carbine from an opened box and dispatching the pair, returning the weapon to its hiding place before their still-warm bodies hit the ground.

The worker droid ferried its cargo into a nearby square where a makeshift stage had been erected. Rebel Alliance operatives appeared from the pro-Alliance crowd and ushered the hoversled forward. At the base of the stage, they cleared away the foodstuff boxes to reveal Elane of Kuat, smuggled safely to the rally in plain sight while airspeeder and landspeeder diversions had been sent in the opposite direction.

The Rebel operatives were displaying emotions interpreted by CH3’s processor as ‘esctatic’. The droid meanwhile marked the work order as completed, picked up the crate concealing its carbine, and began to wander the perimeter of the rally as if trying to make delivery as its optic and aural sensors scanned the gathering crowd.

 

[Zoraya Ives-Ayres]

COMPNOR
IMPERIAL SECURITY BUREAU
Objective: I love Jedi
Allies: NIO | Mattali Omenza
Enemies: GA | Sakadi Marathi Sinvala
Equipment: E-11 Blaster Rifle with Grappling Hook attachment, SE-14r Light Repeating Blaster, Vibroknife, Thermal Detonator, KXA ABDG-01x 'Null' Grenade, Wrist-mounted Personal Energy Shield, Commlink, IS-2 Medium Armour

Vengeance is a monster of appetite, forever bloodthirsty and never filled.
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Casually walking in following their forced entry, she carried her helmet under her arm. Her gaze fell on the trooper who commanded her attention and her expression turned sour. "Do you always have to be told what to do? Can't you make use of yourself?" She asked incredulously, ignoring her question for the moment while she walked past her and observed the situation on the ground.

It looked like pure chaos. If she didn't already know what was happening down there, she never would've been able to guess.

"Kill anyone who walks through the door that doesn't bear the Imperial insignia... If you can." She told them, undermining them. With that declaration, she turned and headed for the door but she paused at the last moment and pointed at Mattali Omenza . "Actually, you. Come with me." She beckoned the trooper. It wasn't necessary but it would mean another pair of hands.

She placed the helmet back on as she led them to an undisclosed location. "We need to take control of the central computer system. Access to security feeds, doors, everything." She explained before breaking into a jog.

"Try not to let a Jedi shoot you with your own blaster bolt, alright?" She told her reluctant companion.