Darkness Within (SJO Dominion of Garos IV)

[Tulan Kor]

"The Negotiations were short..."



The Peace Talks on Garos IV have been going well- the Rangers and Guardians have been dispatched to provide security for a peace summit in a remote location, nestled high in a mountaintop retreat, a peaceful and serene location, perfect for peace talks-

Up until rebels, hell-bent on keeping Garos IV within Sith and Mandalorian protection, interrupt the peace process between the various separatist and rebel factions, both those loyal and opposed to the Silver Jedi- the Silvers are horribly outnumbered, but with the Rangers and the Guardians stacked inside the house-

They're never outgunned.



Now, outnumbered, and with strict orders to not kill anyone, how will the Rangers and Jedi fulfill their mission to Garos IV's peace process?

Survive until the local authorities can restore peace- almost an hour away.... but take extra care to take down the enemies in a non-lethal manner, or all the Silvers efforts in bringing Garos IV into the fold of Silver Space may be for nothing.

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“When you look at the dark side, careful you must be… for the dark side looks back.”

Something has awakened, deep in uncharted tombs and temples beneath the Imperial Academy- the dark side resonates from it, like a spilling flood... and with it's opening- the disappearance of over a dozen Jedi scholars and archaeological team members.

The Jedi must find the source of this corruption- and make sure it can't spread any more than it already has, and find those who already went inside.

The Jedi begin their search outside the tomb, interviewing the last survivor, a Togrutan Jedi archaeologist, almost too terrified to speak. The Jedi will have to start with her to get anywhere useful while exploring the tomb.

“In a dark place we find ourselves, and a little more knowledge lights our way.”

There have been a string of brutal murders in Garos IV- and increasing in number and now, even in broad daylight, and with Life Day fast approaching- the local authorities want this wrapped up before it ruins one of the biggest days of the year for Garos IV.

Help the local authorities and find out who's been shooting, stabbing, and hacking up innocent people on Garos IV.

The most recent attack has been in the early afternoon, outside of a well-known restaurant. The victim is apparently unconnected with any of the other murder victims, but they all seem to have frequented the establishment several times prior to their deaths... the Silver forces will have to start there before they can hope to solve the bizarre and seemingly unconnected series of crimes.

[member="Ura Iolar"] [member="Lex Del'Fino"] [member="Seth Brackson"] [member="Diana McClaine"] [member="Valkren Calderon"]​

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OOC:

Jump in, solve the two mysteries and protect the dignitaries. Make the Silvers look good. Get some flare.

 

[Seth Brackson]

Seth was used to this by now. The whole no violence approach to shenanigans. Which understandable during diplomatic exchanges that was something which was expected. Though an attack was an attack. Just as his current murder case was a matter of murders. Violence was inevitable and it was merely a test to determine where the line of too far was. Then restrain yourself from going past it.

Seth figured this was the opportune test ground to find those boundaries. His thrill of conflict was something after some time away from the order. Due to personal reasons. Seth decided he needed to reign in just a tad. After all his mentor trained him to know when violence was absolutely a necessity. Not to go about actively seeking it at every corner just because it was a simple solution. There was a reason his use of the darkside was under close monitor, and more so. It was well past time Seth grew up, and self regulated himself. Especially if he sought to learn new techniques.. Though he also had to be wary of would it even be wise to do so? Sure in a sound environment they broadened his knowledge, and in turn opened more options. Though Seth needed to be sure he could keep his emotions in check in high stakes situations. Like solving this seriel murder case, and apprehending the culprit in a manner the authorities which he was aiding were able to dish out the sentences.

Seth currently held a datapad in his hand. Reviewing the victims profiles. Methods this individual or group of individuals used to dispatch their targets.. As well as why they seemed to be around a specific establishment. A restaurant none the less. One of which Seth was glancing at down the block. From underneath his teal colored hooded robe. This was going to be a long evening and possibly night. One which he looked forward to. Though this time for the right reasons.. He hoped.

 

[Samatharis]

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Garos Four
Negotiations


Her name was Mary. She looked out of the tilted slats of the frosted window blinds. The fear on her face twisted outwards. Gazing out across the open white fields of snow. She knew. She watched. Out there among the silent bodies that now doted her bleak treeline. New soldiers and new guns, battle lined and black of mind. Ready. In somber white stillness. Chilled colder and more chipped away than yesteryear's darkest troubles, renewed. She knew. He was out there. Silver rifle in hand. Waiting. Just waiting. For the next chapter to begin anew.

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His name was Clark. He looked out from the tilted trough of the treeline's toughest branches. The white world weariness on his face betraying feelings far beyond the palest sting of winter's frigged cold air. As he gazed out over the windy white fields of snow that separated them. Quiet snow between house and war. He knew. Silver rifle humming in his wide gloved hands. He knew. The tint of a new coming violence growing like a storm in the cold gray cloudy sky. She was in there. Surrounded by liars and traitors and Jedi scum from far. far away. All huddled close to the fire on this fair somber, white winter's afternoon. Ah. She was so close now. So close to him again. He could almost taste the vanilla in her hair.

And It reminded him of better times.

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"It's him."

Her name was Mary. The fear in her voice passed across the room in a heartbeat. She dropped the tilted slat and pulled away from the icy window. Pressing her warm body up against the stone wall and cupping her breath with distant, tight malaise. Closing her eyes and trying to focus. Focus.

"It's him."

"It's alright Minister." Diana echoed from across the room. She too, was pressed up tightly against the cold stone walls. Her eyes scanning the dotted horizon from without the covered windows. One eye to the strange silhouettes out in the fields. One eye towards the smoking blaster mark that now scarred out and open the front door. Just one blaster mark. Just one shot to break up the mood.

Diana McClaine pulled the fur collar of her white parka coat closer to her taunt nodding lips. Then passed her eyes out over the wide open room. People where ducking behind whatever cover they could find. Staying away from the windows. Standing tall and firm against the wide wooden beams of the giant log cabin's expanse. Catering carts were overturned, tables where pushed up and over the fuzzy winter rugs. Drinking glasses were held like grenades while the Rangers slipped upstairs to get a better view of their opponents. Everybody knew. Tough Nordic souls from tough tempered lands. White faces reflected in white shadow. Yet, no matter how quiet the icy whispers from the hole in the front door grew. Everybody still knew.

They were surrounded.

"It's alright Minister." Diana echoed from her chimney cover across the now, nearly silent room, "...I'm sure they're just here to talk."

"No."

The Minister looked frozen against the far wall's tallest slender beam.

"He's here. For me."

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[Jessica Med-Beq]

Objective 2: Imperial Academy dig
Allies: SJO

After the events that transpired on Bimmisaari, where the Sith were, once again, up doing their usual battlefield antics, Jessica suspected them to be behind a wave of scholar disappearances on Garos IV. Also, she knew that, if anyone would try to wage a war using Force-powered means, and it didn't matter to her whether the Sith were trying to use abominations in support of conventional forces or vice-versa, it would be them, but in her mind, the Force was not to be used as a first-line asset. It was a risky option, but her ability to use Force-light would be most useful to combat those dark side abominations she suspected were part of the game. Upon arriving on Garos IV, she was to meet up at base camp, where there was one Togrutan archaeologist that appeared terrified and perhaps some supplies that belonged to other people that were presumed missing. That's no good: it appears the dark side had some stranglehold on that Togrutan's mind: a shame for that sort of mind to go to waste, especially since she was to be our starting point here on Garos IV, she thought, while combing that person's brain for indications of dark-sided Force-powers that could induce terror, such as Force-horror, and later detox the archaeologist's deeper subconscious. And then the archaeologist became progressively less terrified as the Force-powered detoxification was underway.

 

[Kresslyn Cantor]

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Garos IV
Negotations

​The formerly peaceful negotiations were just wrapping up when a very bad problem had arised. They were under attack and were also under strict orders not to kill anyone. This wouldn't be a problem for any of the Jedi, but definitely some sort of a problem to trigger happy and bloodthirsty Antarian Rangers. Not to discredit them in any sort of way, they were just ready for a fight that they were instructed not to let happen. When he looked around the room, he found tables overturned, dining trays on the floor, and scared civilians who'd never seen combat in their life hiding in the crevices of the cabin. The room was silent and only the whistles of the cold, brisk winds outside would be the ambient noise.

There was no longer chatter.

No longer the clinking of plates while the Jedi negotiated with them.

Only the Rangers and the Jedi knew. The could feel it. They were surrounded. Suddenly, the silence broke with a conversation between the Minister they were negotiating with and his Master, [member="Diana McClaine"]. The minister, tucked in behind a narrow and tall beam in the foundation of the house seemed scared. She was worried that the "Bad guys" in their situation would get to her. Nothing would get to her. Not many forces could get past a bunch clad in Katarn armor surrounded by Jedi. There were few, but not many.

Kresslyn had placed himself within one of the nooks and crannies of the cabin as well. He wasn't scared of being blasted, he just saw it fitting so that there'd be some sort of connection between the groups. He wanted to seem "scared" so they'd understand they were all human and none were above the other.

"Well, this has been an interesting turnout, Master. Hasn't it?" he laughed from his spot, peeking around the corner to try and see the raiders.

 

[Ura Iolar]

Ura had decided to try and help [member="Seth Brackson"] with this interesting case. She wasn't a detective, or some member of law enforcement before joined the Silvers. She was ready and willing to help though. The Padawan looked over the different murders, sighing a bit before speaking.

"Are they certain that this is all one person? They all seem... different. What's the link?" She was no expert, so she really hoped that Seth saw something she didn't.

 

[Mig Gred]

Mig could feel something was wrong. The Mandalorian had come as a delegate instead of a warrior. Why? In an attempt to find a middle ground, similar to what had been found for both his clan and Clan Tal on Taanab. Not really there specifically for the Silvers, but coming with them. It was probably strange for some, but he was there to help bring in peace, not more conflict. At the very least possible make other Mandalorians involved more at ease. Even as a show of this he gave a Ranger his weapons, and kept his helmet clipped to his belt. What he felt though.... This wasn't good. He looked to the others, getting a read on what they thought. Same thing apparently. Even the minister seemed worried.

Knowing a bad situation when he saw it, Mig put his helmet on, still not collecting his weapons, and walked up to the Mary and [member="Diana McClaine"] . He sighed, speaking calmly. Surprisingly so actually.

"If i may ask, ma'am, who is this 'him' you're talking about?" He also eyed [member="Kresslyn Cantor"] , as if to reassure him that there were no plans on trying anything. He wasn't a warrior right now. At least not unless it was absolutely need this time. Heck, he felt like a political jinx right now. He'd been on three political missions including this one, and out of them, this was two that went south. Maybe this needed to be his last political venture.

 

[Lex Del'Fino]

There were few things in his life that Lex truly enjoyed. In fact, he could probably count them all on one hand. There was, of course, alcohol of any kind or variance, the stronger the better. There was playing the game of Sabaac, often times not caring whether he won or loss, and just enjoying it as it went on. The third was a bit of a contradiction to the second, which was beating his Master at Sabaac, something that only happened once out of every three dozen or so games. The fourth, well, it was a private matter. And the fifth? Well, the fifth was mysteries. He'd always had a insatiable appetite for them, enjoying the challenge and satisfaction that came in solving them. Its what made him a good Shadow, but even more so, what made him an excellent Investigator.

Garos IV was a world brimming at the moment with trouble. From the lack of communications from the Sith archaeological site, to the tensions brewing withing the peace talks, there was no shortage of problems for a Jedi to solve. Though unusual for the Shadow, it wasn't the occult temple that required his interference, at least, not at the moment. It was the string of murders that were occurring suddenly on the world. The local authorities were being pressured to solve it before Life Day, and were at a loss for leads. And so the Silvers would offer help.

A glance what was compiled in the case file would make it seem the attacks were at random. No clear connection between any of them, save for the note of them being seen in the same establishment shortly before their deaths. Several theories went through his mind, the most prominent of which was that the place could be the killer's hunting ground. Serial killers rarely moved around, preferring to pick their victims out from a specific location. It gave them a sense of control, or just made things easier.

Before heading the restaurant, he met up with others that'd be investigating, [member="Seth Brackson"] and [member="Ura Iolar"]. He arrived in time to hear the Padawan's question. "That's one of the million-credit questions, Padawan. It could be multiple, a small cult or gang. Wouldn't surprised if the Sith temple had something do with it in that case. Corruption is more common than some think."

 

[Samatharis]

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Negotiations
p2 , [member="Kresslyn Cantor"] , [member="Mig Gred"]


"If I may ask ma'am." Mig Gred approached, "Who is this 'him' you're talking about."

"I, can answer that." A deep voice offered a resounding answer from behind the bar.

A large black man lifted his shoulders above the bar and peered up at Mig. Despite the tense circumstances, this fellow carried himself like a soldier. Fearless, cautious, and bold of gesture. His name was Calvin. And his voice was incredible.

"The 'him' to which our good Minister is referring to, is none other than Clark Hunnin. Her ex-husband."

Calvin looked around the room at all present. Making eye contact with as many delegates as possible. As if he was simply addressing the elephant in the room. Then he continued,

"Mr. Hunnin is also one of the wealthiest men on this fair planet. And all those soldiers you see out there in the grass. Those, are his private army."

"Chairman, please." Mary begged.

"I told you this would happen Mary." Calvin shot back with a cautious gaze, "We should never have let him go. Not after what happened last year at the farm."

Mary seemed exasperated. She listened to poor Calvin but did not move an inch. Diana herself didn't much follow the drama either. She gave a saddened look of helplessness towards Kresslyn. Not much the Jedi could do about family drama. Especially among politicians. However, they still had a siege to break.

"Chairman." Diana addressed Calvin from her hiding place near the chimney, "Can he be reasoned with?"

Calvin looked from Diana, to Kresslyn, to Mig, and then just shook his head in defeat.

"I'm sorry Madam Jedi. But Clark Hunnin is an extremist. Even by Sith standards. He's come here to reshape the planet in whatever ways he deems fit. Even if that means burning down the establishment to do it too."

"You know he'd never do that Cal!" Mary spat at him. "Never."

"Look around you Mary." Calvin pleaded from his barricade, "He's here. He's here to take this delegation by force and thrust our hand against the galaxy. Why? All because he couldn't take it by vote, or argument, or even money. He is not the man you remember. He is not a politician anymore. He crossed that line long ago. Now. Hes just a damned terrorist."

"NO!" Mary jumped from her perch.

Just as another blaster bolt blew it's way threw the battered front door. Kapow! Showering the lobby area with splinters and sparks.

"COVER!" A Ranger shouted.

Yet no more shots were fired into the house. Just another smoking hole in an already whispering doorway. Just another long silence for the wind.

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Outside, at the treeline. Clark Hunnin gestured for the comm device. Then nodded to the tiny drone flying above the house. It's hidden speakers would allow everyone trapped inside to hear him easily. Even above the windy climate. So, watching the circling drone with a glint in his dark eyes. Clark Hunnin brought the comm device to his chapped lips and sighed,

"Mary."

The tiny drone cast his strong voice over the whole valley with ease.

"Now. Look. The time for talking is over darlin'. So. Come on out of the house now. Come on home."

He paused. Watching the wind sweep over the frozen expanse between them. Imagining her face as she heard his voice for the first time since last season.

"Look Mary. This planet can take care of itself. Always has. I'll deal with the outsiders. Don't you worry. It'll be just like old times. But I can't protect you if you're in there with them. So you'll have to come out of the house and walk to me. Okay."

He looked around to all the soldiers gathered there with him. Many of them were well hidden within the snow. None of them seemed to mind his candor either.

"Well. Come on now. Come out of the house Mary. Let's go home darlin'. They can't protect you. They can't protect our planet either. And I'll show you that too. I'll show you what happens when foreign powers go a'meddling. Just, please Mary. Come out of the house. I only want to talk. Cross my heart, and hope to die. We'll take this slow. I promise."

He didn't smile when he said that. But there was sadness in his voice too. Sorry. That it had to come to all this. Such a pitiful, pitiful end.

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It was all quiet within the house as the voice spoke from high up above. Something was broadcasting his voice above the house. Diana wasn't sure what though.

McClaine looked across the room at the Minister. She seemed frozen behind her pillar. Just like before. Calvin was cursing his luck behind the bar. Meanwhile, the Ranger teams up stairs were taking their damn good time figuring out what to do about the situation. Gods. How Diana would have loved to have somebody in charge at the military start making up a plan. Anything. Anything was better than this.

Calvin poked his head up and pointed to Mig,

"You there! How many of them do you see? Can we use the security teams and blast our way out?"

"No." Mary gasped, "No killing. You know how much family we have out there Calvin. A bloodbath here would splinter the whole planet. There can be, no killing. Understand!"

Diana looked over towards Kresslyn. Then shrugged. I guess orders were orders.

"Then what Mary!?" Calvin threw up a hand towards the door, "You think Clark's going to just play nice!? Ha! Once he gets what he wants he'll level this house and everybody still inside it."

Calvin gestured back to Mig, then to Kresslyn and Diana,

"Well? Do something!? Otherwise we're all dead!"

"Fine!"

Diana almost shouted it.

"Fine. I'll head upstairs and confer with our Ranger teams. We'll call for help. Don't worry. Everything will be fine. The cavalry will be coming soon. I promise."

Calvin looked none too impressed with that answer. But he didn't push back against her voice either. Therefore, Diana moved away from her hiding spot and gestured to her Apprentice,

"Cantor. Stay with the Minister. She doesn't go outside. Understood?"

Then McClaine jogged across the open lobby, past the burning door, and made it to the stairwell. Nobody shot at her. Surprisingly, nothing happened at all.

"Okay." Diana gave a nod in Mary's direction. "Don't worry Minister. We'll get help. I'm sure the Silver Jedi will reach us shortly."

Then she slipped upstairs to check in with the Ranger teams. Hoping to the Force that the military had a better idea than to just sit this one out and wait for backup. Meanwhile, those terrorists out there couldn't help but be the patient kind.

Damn. She had a really bad feeling about this.

Meanwhile. Calvin was getting anxious for Kresslyn or Mig to actually do something useful other than just sit here like trapped rats. Alas, Mary seemed to be considering just the same thing. Maybe she should go outside and talk with Clark? Maybe she could fix this? Maybe then, everything would calm down and everybody would be okay? She could do that right? She could go outside and fix this.

Calvin's eyes flickered towards one of the security teams sidearms. Maybe somebody should start shooting.

Mary's eyes flickered towards the smoking hole in the front door. Maybe somebody should talk with them.

Everybody else seemed happy to just keep hiding behind the furniture and praying. It was hard to tell just who was supposed to be in charge anyway. Hard to tell just what was going to happen next...

 

[Makil Bandon]

[member="Jessica Med-Beq"]

Object 2: site dig

Gear: orange lightsaber

Makil walked towards the site dig where it seems a dark side Nexus or something of the sort was released, and there only lead was a terrified archeologist, this was gonna be fun, not.


If Makil had to guess he'd say Darksiders ghosts got released, I mean they are tombs right? Honestly he was kinda just spitballing here, his knowledge of the force as a whole was large but he suspected there was probably some Sith alchemy going on here.

As he reached the site he saw [member="Jessica Med-Beq"] consecrating in front of the archeologist who became more and more relaxed, bast on the darkside energy leaving he assumed she was pushing it out, "is she well enough to speak know?" Makil asked looking curiously at the archeologist

 

[Jessica Med-Beq]

Objective 2: Imperial Academy dig
Allies: [member="Makil Bandon"]

"Yes" she answered Makil once he arrived on-site.

"Sith entity... spits dark side venom that killed my colleagues! Strong dark side presence near the entity, upper two big teeth, four legs, two arms" the Togrutan archaeologist explained, with Force-light dispelling the remaining dark side presence in the Togrutan's mind. "Another thing to watch out for is a Sith entity, which can split into three when sufficiently weakened"

Somehow, I can use Force-light at an intensity low enough not to cause the Force to get stuck on my nerves! In the past, the Force always seemed to stick to my nerves somehow when I used it, even to cure dark-sided poison in one Jair, she thought, realizing that the Force could get stuck on her nerves when Force-light is in use, causing her to turn phosphorescent if the intensity is high enough for her nerves to be visible through her skin. But a beast of the size the Togrutan is describing would take up a lot of space, and there wasn't a whole lot of areas she feel could host a creature of that size. With that said, she needed to be cautious while moving into the dig site and not to use Force-light until either presence has been confirmed. Thus far there have been two things the Togruta has asked them to watch out for on-site, but she has the feeling this was incomplete and there could be more than these two items to watch out for on-site.

 

[Makil Bandon]

"this Sith entity, I've read about before, it's like a ghost yes?" Makil said half as a question half as a statement, "I suppose the bigger problem might be, well this large beast, I don't suppose you remember where you were do you?" He asked the archeologist, he wanted to get as much info before they went in, with only two of them so far unless more people showed up they're gonna need as much info as they can get.


He was also considering the venom, was a energy like a blaster shot? Or was it a acid which ate away? He would prefer the first one but that seemed unlikely, *most likely a acid* he thought

[member="Jessica Med-Beq"]

 

[Valkren Calderon]

Garos IV
Negotiations
Guardian Two
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Commander Valkren Calderon exhaled, relaxing his mind for just for a moment while letting the chilled air of Garos IV whip piercing snow flurries at his face. He'd lower his Katarn-clad body onto a nearby crate on his overlook. Valk shifted his weight slightly, attempting to get as comfortable as possible during his brief break.

His weapon still hanging from a sling connecting to his chest plate and partially covered by a cloak, the entire situation elicited a quick chuckle from the Antarian Ranger officer. If it wasn't for the mission at hand, he could almost say that the sights outside of the compound the rangers guarded were beautiful. There was something about the blankets of snow that surrounded the discreetly placed building that brought the commander a sense of calmness.

This calmness was suddenly interrupted by a voice, "Time's up, Commander. We're rotating positions."

Valkren glanced up to spot another cloaked ranger approaching from a door that led inside. Without any further hesitation he'd give a curt nod toward the other man, lifting himself from his resting position and pulling his helmet up over his head. His heads-up-display engaged immediately. As the helmet came to life, so did their communications. The few ranger teams deployed here were communicating well to ensure the security of the peace talks. He made sure to alert his comrades of his own movement to his next overwatch position:

"Guardian 2-1 moving positions."

The team members on his communications channel responded accordingly.

"Guardian 2-2 taking over,"

"Guardian 2-3, anyone want to take my spot in the rotation? I'm trying to avoid going out in that cold."

"You know your suit is supposed to help with that, right?"

The conversation seemed to trail on into a tiff for a moment, grunts taking their time to give each other hell and give themselves some humor to keep their morale up. Valkren was usually alright with this kind of play, but not when it created so much chatter during a mission.

"Alright Guardian two..Keep the chatter to a minimum," Valkren cut his communications once he sent out this last order to his team's few rangers. He tucked the weapon underneath his cloak so while he was inside he wouldn't draw too much attention from the dignitaries they protected.

Before he could step fully within the frame of the door, blaster fire was suddenly reported from all team leaders at once. His helmet was filled with the sound of several of the ranger officers searching for the location of the shot, before quickly answering themselves and then insisting on telling everyone once again where it came from. He understood; it was protocol to do such things. It was just overloading for the moment.

The Commander moved silently to the nearest opening to peak outside into the winter wonderland, blinking from behind his visor as he looked to where the shots originated from.

Multiple outlines..Too far to see for now. Need a vantage point.

Valkren quickly tossed back the cloak over one of his shoulder plates so his blaster and arms would be free incase an engagement broke out. Before long, another blaster bolt would hit.

"Stay away from the windows!" Valkren shouted this, as obvious as it was it was still needed to be said. He motioned a hand towards another ranger in the room, informing him to follow the commander closely as he went upstairs to get a better view.

[member="Diana McClaine"] | [member="Mig Gred"] | [member="Kresslyn Cantor"]

 

[Seth Brackson]

Allies: [member="Lex Del'Fino"] [member="Ura Iolar"]

Objective: Investigate seriel murder case

Gear: Lightsaber, Shoto, Backup lightsaber (bio for info)

Canine Unit: Off world

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Seth was admittedly a bit relieved when the jedi knight took charge. Answering the fellow padawan's question regarding if it could be multiple suspects. Though the individual of a higher status seemed the same age of Seth. It did make things a slight bit easier if he wasn't making the calls. Well, not all of them at least. He still would be open to sharing his opinions and thoughts. He nodded in agreement when the conclusion was it could definitely be multiple suspects. It could still be one. Though it was hard for Seth to see that as the case. When the other spoke of the Sith temple he mulled about the idea in his mind. "Yeah. I could see the temple being part of the trouble." He nodded his head and placed the holopad away. Before he glanced to the restaurant. Studying the building itself.

"Hmm.. Perhaps we should head inside and scope out the establishment for a bit. Perhaps see if we can dig up information on or about the staff. As well as a few of the regulars. Sure the authorities probably hopped on a few of them. Though never know if something was overlooked." Seth suggested. They needed a place to start and staring at a holopad about how the people died wasn't going to give them much to work off of. "Possibly one of us can be stationed outside. Investigate the recent crime scene. Keep an eye on who is going in and out of the place, or who might be keeping an eye on it. While I expect the killers are laying low for the time. It could be possible they're actively seeking a next target and are simply right in front of the authorities noses without them knowing it yet."

 

[Jessica Med-Beq]

Objective 2: Imperial Academy dig
Allies: [member="Makil Bandon"]
Enemies: Sith abominations

"My dead colleagues were able to weaken the ghostly entity enough to cause it to split before dying. As for the large beast: it haunts what we believe was originally a warehouse, and the venom that killed a few of my colleagues was, in fact, an acid that ate their flesh away" the Togrutan answered Makil.

That ghostly entity was vulnerable to blasters and lightsabers, because the most famous of these entities was defeated by a task force of four, or eight, depending on the account, of the greatest heroes of their time, with some of these that possibly were using blasters to fight the entity, or even were pure lightsaber jockeys, and it was even rumored that some of the heroes that killed the large beast on Asation (dubbed the Writhing Horror at the time), which was much larger than the one present on Garos IV today, if the description the Togrutan made of the beast was accurate, also fought that entity. The key to fight the beast would be to get behind the beast's head and onto its back, she thought, even if it meant making huge Force-jumps to dodge the venom. Then and only then can I think of using Force-light, and I know the required intensity will make me a very, very bright walking light bulb after the fact.

 

[Makil Bandon]

Makil thought about this information, "if it's in a warehouse it's most likely strengthened by Sith artifacts housed within" he pondered aloud then noticed that [member="Jessica Med-Beq"] had been quiet and only spoken at the beginning "my friend, you have not spoken much, what is it you are thinking?" He asked, if they were to accomplish this task he would need to know what they were planning to do.

 

[Chronicler]

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Outside the house- the storm was picking up in intensity, steadily. Soon, the attackers would be trapped- but reinforcements would be all the same unable to come help the Jedi forces.

Time was not on anyone's side- and desperation would start to set in soon.

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[member="Valkren Calderon"] l [member="Diana McClaine"]​

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The police came to the Jedi with the following facts, after a review of the gathered evidence.​

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The entirety of the victims frequented a low-class restaurant, tailoring to the local shipyard workers and the transient workers and visitors to the planet. Most only stayed in the bar for a few hours, grabbing a drink and a quick bite to eat while their ship was refueled or cargo was unloaded. The Detective came to the senior Jedi, [member="Lex Del'Fino"], with the following information about the victims. More would be uncovered later, but they had a baseline of who these people were. The only connections is that based on credit usage and interviews, that all of the victims had been seen frequenting this establishment routinely.​

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The first victim was a female receptionist at one of the planet's larger pharmacies.

The second victim was a warehouse manager.

The third victim was a customs agent.

The fourth victim- could not be identified. The police were reaching out via the Holonet if anyone had any information on who he was. They suspected they'd have an answer later, if the Jedi could not determine who he was.

The fifth victim was a bounty hunter.

The sixth victim was one of the shipyard CEOs, and in charge of the financial aspect of the shipyard.

None of the victims lived close to the restaurant, but all were seen in and out of the establishment routinely, together or separately.

The police, unable to find a connection, chalked it up to a Serial Killer on the loose. As such, the city was in a state of panic, and most of the streets were empty. A soft rain began to fall over the bar and the surrounding area, as if the Angels were crying. The police were all scratching their heads as much as the Jedi were.

 

[Ura Iolar]

Ura looked to [member="Seth Brackson"] when he suggested they go to investigate the [member="Lex Del'Fino"] mentioned, and the possibility that these killers could still be out there. Her body's crystal structure seemed to hold it's form, but they shifted around, as if to show her unease with the idea. The Lervon looked at all the information, not sure what to make of it. She closed her eyes, not sure what to do. She didn't like the idea for walking into a Sith Temple, but, at the same time, she wasn't sure about being alone right now. She looked to Lex and Seth, knowing someone would have to take on the job of staying outside.

"I... I can guard outs. I can remain unseen, so no one would even know." There was a clear nervousness in the Force around her, which Ura still couldn't hide from other Force wielders. Of course she was nervous. They were after murderers!

[member="Chronicler"]

 

[Mig Gred]

Mig listed to Calvin explain what Minister Mary didn't seem to want to. This Clark Hunnin was something he'd soon too often when he use to hunt the Outer Rim. A wealthy individual who thought he could buy anything, and didn't like hearing "No." The thing that caught the Mandalorian off guard though was the answer that [member="Diana McClaine"] 's question garnered. The Chairman called him worse than a Sith, which just sent a shiver down the his spine. He'd seen first hand what the Sith would do. He saw it on his own homeworld, so hearing someone be described as worse... it hit him like an angry Reek.

Then a Ranger called out, and Mig could hear a bolt. The man quickly got to cover, but in a way that he was between the Minister and the incoming fire. He had armor on after all. He could take a couple of hits, but the fire stopped. Mig said "Osik (dung)" as he got up, listening to this Clark fellow try to get Mary to come out. He looked to Calvin, nodding at his request before slowly lifting his head to the window, only enough for his left eye to peer out. He had his helmet. He was safe. Well... safer. He used the cybernetic eye's zooming function to get a closer look. He couldn't get too much detail. They still hung out right on the treeline. He sighed, looking at Calvin for a moment.

"He's smart. Staying at the treeline to hide their numbers. It's not good either way. I agree with the Minister though. Trust me, I've seen death shatter people. With those forces.... I doubt they're all payed." Calvin was clearly on edge with this new requirement, and was more then happy to lash out verbally. Mig couldn't blame him. At least Diana volunteered to go talk to the Ranger's. She also told [member="Kresslyn Cantor"] to stay down there. As she began to leave, the Mandalorian spoke up. "Mind getting my weapons while you're up there. No killing, but my Trayc'kad has a stun setting." It was all he had other than the Force right now, and the Chairman was still agitated. Everyone was really. Mig looked to Kresslyn, thinking of something.

"If he wanted everyone dead he would've rushed by now. He doesn't want to hurt the Minister, or he's trying to use her. I think they have the same things on their mind. Trying to avoid blood, at least of local." Mig then eyed Calvin, sighing. "Any idea who makes up this private army?"

[member="Chronicler"] [member="Valkren Calderon"] [member="Tulan Kor"]

 

[Jessica Med-Beq]

Objective 2: Imperial Academy dig
Allies: [member="Makil Bandon"]

"It's just that I have a lot on my mind regarding these items. Yes, I feel the archaeologists were up to something. If I could somehow evade the beast's venom and, from there, get on its back, and then use Force-light... the question being: would we risk damaging or destroying the artifacts in the warehouse if I used Force-light? Or is that an acceptable risk? I knew alchemical items would be, at best, rendered inert"

Especially if some of the artifacts are alchemized. If they were run-of-the-mill holocrons, the risks just weren't the same as if they were a different kind of artifact. Also, there was no telling what kind of artifact was down there in the room guarded by the beast in question. Yet, in general, she knew that alchemical artifacts can be neutralized or, for the more fragile of them, damaged and perhaps even destroyed outright, by the use of Force-light. Plus she knew it took a lot of Force-energy for her to reach a state where the Force could stick to her body, but the cost in computational power of using a given Force-power was mostly fixed to her, as opposed to the cost in Force-energy. It was just bizarre to some that she needed to take into account both quantities, whereas most other Jedi needed to take into account only one's energy reserves. Then again, because she feels that turning herself into a human, Force-powered glowstick would be of use later, she knows better than to use up all her energy reserves on the initial burst.