Dey Tink Der Brains So Big [Terrorist Attack on Naboo] [No Jedi/Sith, Please]

[Alexandra Feanor]

"No I am not one of the native force users and as for fear and pain I haven't felt such things in a long time and that was before I had left the Sith... Though I can assure you I am not in the wrong place. I'm here to drop off some cargo and then refuel my ship to leave the planet and head back to Coruscant and do some trading there... How about you? Why are you here, or is that to intrusive?" She leaned against a nearby wall as she spoke, eyes staring at the Ithorian with her own smile. What she said held the truth, she was here to trade, while also there to be a distraction for Alice. She chose to keep that unsaid though, in chance that murr would sense the decryption.

 

[Ashin Varanin]

[member="Alexandra Cinthra"]

"Training doctors," he said, perhaps brusquely, perhaps incredulous as she leaned against the hangar bay wall. "People are in danger, right outside, and you take this moment to relax?"

Skilled mentalist that he was, he picked up little more than evasion -- no overt deception. If she was in on this, she was doing a pretty decent job of giving him little to work with. A Master, and his equal. The definition of an unknown quantity.

But between her initial defensiveness, her callous nonchalance in the face of others' pain, and the apprehension of the dock security personnel -- who were currently locking down the entire starport -- not to mention her brief presence on this world coinciding with this attack, he was starting to get a handle on why her Force signature was so...ambiguous. Contorted. No, those weren't quite the right words, but he didn't need the right words to know that she set him on edge.

 

[Alexandra Feanor]

[member="Boolon Murr"]

She suddenly changed in the moment as he brought up those in danger, thinking for a moment before collecting herself. And in that moment he would feel several tell tale signs, those of doubt, worry, sorrow, and mostly regret. "Look, i am not one to intervene in things that i do not belong in... ive been around death for far too long and i just want to leave, is truly wrong for me to avoid being in the same place, to avoid causing harm and to avoid blood on my hands?" She stared at the Ithorian now, her words held nothing but truth as thats just what they were. She was tired of killing or even wounding people with her own hands, she was tired of pain and fear and being surrounded by cries that had been shouted out of what she had done. That is why she was using droids, they could be programmed to only hit specific targets and even then she could distance herself from the pain, keep the blood off her hands and keep things from getting worse for her.

 

[Ashin Varanin]

[member="Alexandra Cinthra"]

Boolon nodded gently. "You regret things you have done, perhaps? Surely you've sought to correct your mistakes, let go of what your sins have gained you?"

 

[Alexandra Feanor]

She only stared for a second before shaking her head at the sound of an explosion, a squad of a half dozen rebuilt Krath droids erupting into the town and targetting armored guards and troops, attempting to take down as many as possible. Alexandra closed her eyes though, listening as she could hear that, uneasy and wanting to return to her ship. "Ive corrected nothing... for all ive done there has been no atonement for what has been caused by me, and i ask that instead you help those that you speak of as i will be returning to my ship, i have no place to be out here nor the right to be out among here with the events happening now."

[member="Boolon Murr"]

 

[Dr. Xris]

Kezeroths body Jolted and twitched again. Kezeroth could hear the chaos behind him for a medium distance and foot steps at a elevated level in the area, and it sounded singular. Now seeing and hearing who it was Kezeroth looks ahead to see another Force user by the looks and saber ready to spear Kezeroth. Kezeroth rips his cloak off revealing his Bio-linked armor, though made to withstand pain more it didnt make him Immortal. With the cloak in one hand Kezeroth throws the giant 8ft long cloths at [member="Rosa Gunn"] to distract and spins quick to draw his Saber-Pike activating it quickly causing a deep growl sound with a stead humm in the air bewteen them. Using the momentum he had swings his Saber-Pike with an arc as his he wanted to knock her aside, While Letting out a massive roar kezeroth continues to Charge the Jedi

" OUT OF MY WAY!" Kezeroth barks out

ARMOR

[member="Rosa Gunn"]

 

[Ashin Varanin]

[member="Alexandra Cinthra"]

"Then come with me, friend. Heal these people with me. You'll find no peace until you act."

 

[Rosa Gunn]

A hand flicked to cast the cloak aside, with a soft force nudge. Had it been a more solid object propelled with more force, it might have caused her concern. Rosa held her ground, lightsaber flicking the pike aside she leapt, letting his momentum carry him past her. Landing she spun and reached out to his mind seeking to pull buried feeling of fatigue and exhaustion over him. Not to make him sleep, not just yet, but simply to tire him out before the fight had truly begun.

Her hand reached for a tower of crates and with a sharp pull in the force she brought the toppling down, blocking his path to the control room once more.

"Maybe I didn't make myself clear enough." she said as she advanced, tugging once more at the feelings of fatigue. "This is as far as you go."

[member="Kezeroth Barcu"]

 

[Alexandra Feanor]

Alexandra sighed and then looked at the ship as something sounded and cursed under her breath. "I could be delayed... Resistance, shut down the systems now and get rid of the virus, -now-." She waited a few seconds as sounds of blasterfire only grew louder in the Cyracuse class ship she used, until Resistance appeared and grew to the size of an average height human, dressed in a suit, and holding a pistol in his hand. "It seems the Virus has progressed too far, the cargo is infected and will soon leave the ship, i recommend immediate evacuation of the area and calling the port's guards to deal with the threat Miss Cinthra." Without waiting for a response the VI vanished once more which left Alexandra to look at [member="Boolon Murr"]. "You need to get the people out of here, there is a virus that infected some of my cargo... its corrupted their systems and the droids will fire on sight at anyone that is in their way, theres near a hundred of them too." She didn't say how she knew but she knew and her voice was genuine, she had made sure the virus was irreversible and now she would pay for making that choice, it was not needed to be explain that she knew that though as she drew her sabers to her hands and walked straight over to one of the alarm boxes and cut it, sounding the port wide alarm system.

[member="Boolon Murr"]

 

[Ashin Varanin]

[member="Alexandra Cinthra"]

Boolon added why would you be shipping battle droids with their power cells?, Miss Cinthra, and Resistance to the mental file he was accumulating. This world was not his jurisdiction, but he had a feeling that every detail would help.

Port security presumably had its hands full, but the state of public unrest suggested, to Boolon, the potential for major reinforcements, possibly even military. Naboo was a very highly secure world, an AAA world in Omega security parlance.

The vessel was a two-hundred-metres Subach-Innes Cyracuse-class drone carrier, originally built for the New Order. Military-grade equipment like this, in private hands, would certainly be watched by planetary security. Backup would arrive very shortly, at a guess. In the meantime, Boolon's priority was to contain the droids -- and worry about the disguised droid he'd discovered by accident on his way here.

The Cyracuse contained one hundred Subach-Innes SKD-84 combat droids; he gleaned that information from the mind of one of the departing dock workers, along with an impression of scorpions with plasma cannons for claws. Ten seconds later, the SKD-84 units poured down the nearest ramp.

And Boolon roared. The Force bellow tore up tarmac, crumpled articulated joints, ripped the lightly-armored droids apart. The entire starship trembled, exposed components shattering and sparking, as Force-amplified overpressure streamed out as a shockwave and then a rushing gale. Off-target plasma blasts and composite beams perforated the hangar wall around him. The droids pressed ahead, trying to get down the ramp, but the close confines of the starship's corridor and airlock amplified and reverberated the shockwave, destroying some and preventing others from advancing. Roron Corobb, it was said, could make this last thirty seconds; Boolon could go for a full minute.

 

[Alexandra Feanor]

Alexandra watched the master at work and grinned at what she saw, it was a good thing he had come to investigate her being here, though there was no need to ask what she was doing with military grade equipment. She modified damaged war droids for private buyers and even her own campaigns against those that deserved retribution and watched as the ithorian continued his onslaught for nearly a full minute, the droids eventually forming a cushioned wall of destroyed companions inadvertently. This saved only a few dozen though, forty eight at most would remain battle worthy which would save them alot of fighting, and soon it would be her turn to disable what droids she could. She took a more... damaging approach as the moment [member="Boolon Murr"] was done she moved to the airlock herself and grinned, lightning moving between her fingers as she centered herself, though it was not dark thoughts, not anger or pain she drew from. It was instead a swirl of emotions such as joy, compassion and love that she drew the power needed and brought her hands up to look at one of the dislodged tanks that had fallen during Boolon's assault.

"Resistance, seal off cargo bay alpha and have it secured for removal, dont let the ship get taken with it if this goes wrong." Gripping the fuel tank that was about her size if not a bit longer she pulled it up from the ground and brought it towards her, holding it in line with airlock and grinning. The moment a hole appeared she sent the fuel tank rocketing towards the droids trying to get through and raised her hand to unleash a torrent of lightning that crawled over the tank as it flew before detonating just inside of the airlock and blowing it wide as well as a good dozen droids that had been near it. Her feet though became unsteady as she moved to get back now with the cargobay open and raised her sabers incase. "Never caught your name by the way? Just incase i die for not securing the Virus." She looked at Boolon and smiled, a kind soft smile as the emotions she had brought up still swirled about her.

 

[Dr. Xris]

Kezeroth body Jolted and twitched he looked around the area he knew what was happening he felt the exhaustion and Fatigue but resisted. His stamina was altered yes but it would take more then mind tricks to bother him. Kezeroths eyes rolling to the back of his head his body shaking, what was this?. Kezeroth came back to normal but was different he didnt speak like a brute now? He spoke stern and strength. " We feel your magic little one, We have gone through worse 1000 years ago when We were tortured by the SITH! Kezeroths mentals spoke collectively all together to speak but also not together. Usage of We gave a feeling that the monster Gen'Dai was Mentally Insane!

Kezeroth Mental state was highly complex and unstable.. Taking up a Shii-Cho form Kezeroth holds his Saber-Pike chest height pointing it toward he Jedi. "I WILL KILL Yo..... We will dispatch you quickly little one.." Kezeroth spoke out again, partly as a Brute he was but resorted back to the Leigon of Mentals again.

Rushing forward Kezeroth attacks randomly using Shii-Cho to a Adept degree. Attacks aimed for left shoulder.

[member="Rosa Gunn"]

 

[Ashin Varanin]

[member="Alexandra Cinthra"]
OOC/ Consulted the OP bosses about the nature and timeframe of response.

IC/ He watched her, monitored her in the Force, as he struggled to catch his breath. He had learned, while getting to know the Jedi Order, that one's state of mind had little bearing on one's state of soul, or one's actions. So as he watched her kill her own droids with lightning, as he hyperventilated from the aftermath of the Force Bellow, he pondered his long list of reasons for suspicion.

Then the world turned white. Though Boolon could not know it, the Protectorate response was uncompromising. Entire squadrons of starfighters dominated the skies above this docking bay, and a squadron's drive-by had just put two dozen proton torpedos through the hangar bay roof, likely more than enough to compromise whatever armor or shielding the immobile, defenseless ship might have. A second squadron slashed past, ion cannons flaring out in an attempt to disable the ship entirely. The entirely legitimate Daedalus had been provided by Subach-Innes, maker of the ship and the battle droids that had appeared on security cameras before Boolon and Cinthra engaged them. And Subach-Innes had a reputation. Not that that affected the nature and speed of the armed response; it would merely be a factor in the Omega evaluation to follow.

Boolon did not know any of this, because Boolon was flying. The blazing overpressure of the proton torpedos' nearby explosions slammed him into a blast door, and he cried out in a melodic wail, shifting his attention to internal healing as the air turned to fire.

 

[Alexandra Feanor]

Alexandra's eyes went wide as the blast happened and without a second to react she was hit by the blast, being much close than [member="Boolon Murr"] had been and found herself laying a good distance from him. Her entire body hurt as she found herself with burns and cuts, as well as a piece of metal piercing into her right shoulder that began to bleed as she lay there. Her voice came out choked as she tried to grasp what had happened, her entire crew, dead... the research could be redone, much of her stores were not kept on that shore, but her crew was now dead and in that moment she screamed in hatred at the ships who had done this. They weren't suppose to die, none of them were, and now she laid here alive with them all dead, every soul on a research vessel killed.

Her eyes found her saber as she lay there, she should not have lived, she should not have been spared for causing this and in that moment it was clear to anyone that looked into her what she wanted to happen. She had wanted the blast to take her, but now she could not even summon up the strength to draw her saber to her and to finish what the blast had not done. So instead she lay there in pain, knowing that pulling out the metal would only make the injury worse for now, and then her thoughts were drawn to the Ithorian that could be dead as well, another she had caused the death of. "Resistance... Styx code 032."

In that moment all droids, the Krath and Mirari, would target each other. The code would be untraceable though, as with them Resistance would be lost too upon core wipes that were required upon severe damage, leaving Alexandra alone on the planet.

[member="Boolon Murr"]

 

[Ayden Cater]

[member="Alice"]

As it was one of the Protectorate's most valued and respected worlds, Naboo was afforded with the latest and greatest in Protectorate technology. This included things like a life sign detector, electrostatic gel launchers, and flashbangs. The moment this person tried to hold the place hostage, ion blasts came from the upper floors while electrostatic gel fired from concealed floor emplacements. Signal scramblers activated on all channels not reserved and secured for Protectorate use. Planetary defense fighters were already coming in and disabling any hostile targets. Precise force was employed. Minimal collateral damage, no loss of civilian life. Police droids and officers were quickly deployed throughout the city while civilians were instructed to seek shelter.

In space, the FLEETCOM station had locked down all traffic over the city of Theed and in orbit as well. No ship was going to be getting off the planet without the Protectorate or Naboo Defense Force knowing about it. And already profiles were coming in on the suspected terrorists. They had chosen a poor target for their foolish attack.

 

[Laith Varad*]

Location: Parnelli Museum of Art; Naboo
Objective: Planting Detonite Putty
Allies: [member="Alice"] and the Terrorist faction
Enemies: Naboo Securtiy and Protectorate forces

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...he continued doing a slow circle around the rotunda, just inside of it and under the dome ensuring he couldn't be seen from above, which as of yet remained a largely inconspicuous activity on his part. Once in awhile Laith might even stop and appear to be admiring the architecture, Naboo did have that after all, before moving on again as he continued his relatively easy pace. By now he was aware the patrons of the museum had noticed him, he calculated the odds that local authorities were being alerted, however he hadn't broken with the false identification he'd produced at the Civic Spaceport meaning that anyone checking on him would likely be alerted to the identification provided when he docked...

...the Mercenary would make one full rotation around the rotunda, a complete rotation that lead him back to the column he'd originally begun at, before he'd reach around for the right side of his armor and detach the tube he'd hidden there, disguised to look like a piece of the Beskar'gam, and popped open the cap that had sealed it. The Detonite inside was carefully stored, as a putty the explosive was relatively stable anyways, an entire pound of it that had been pre cut into four lengths, each weighing four ounces, ready to receive an electric charge that would create the desired explosion. Looking back over his shoulder Laith thought he saw the silhouette of someone who was watching him but with his back to them his activities remained a relative mystery to the onlooker; however he was fairly certain authorities would be called to investigate now...

...taking the first four ounce piece of detonite out of the tube Laith would approach the column directly ahead of him and sandwich the putty explosive onto it. Then he'd add a small transmitter, not very large maybe the size of an ear piece, which would embed itself in the putty. Walking away he'd watch his back as he moved to another column, the second one he'd come to after the first so that there was a seperate column between the first where he'd planted detonite and the second he was now moving towards, the three hundred and sixty degree hud activated as well allowing him to monitor his surroundings more closely...

...the second piece of detonite was planted much like the first, transmitter embedded into the putty, and Laith moved on to the third column. This entire process wasn't actually taking very long, it wasn't as though what he was doing was an exact science on his part, and he'd decided it wasn't worth attempting to blend in completely any longer. Taking the third piece of detonite putty he'd have sandwiched it against the last column and added a transmitter to it as well. After his brief comms transmission not long ago Laith hadn't broken radio silence, he wasn't sure what the others were doing but if they were making more noise than him it was safe to say more attention would be on them...​

 

[Ashin Varanin]

[member="Alexandra Cinthra"]


Torrential ion fire and signal scrambler interference continued to slash into the gutted hangar bay, neutralizing electronics of all kinds, from Cinthra's transmitter to Boolon's lightsabre to whatever was left of the ship -- though those torpedos shouldn't have destroyed it utterly, or maybe Boolon didn't know military equipment terribly well. His automated medkit sparked and died as he watched her lips move, though the blast had damaged his hearing. She was saying something -- he couldn't pick it out. Was she talking to him? To herself? Trying to get a signal out through the jamming and the ion fire? A stray ion cannon blast slammed into him, and he convulsed, putting his attention on remaining conscious and preventing brain damage. Ion cannons could put people into comas. He would remember. He would.

With infinite care, he picked himself up and shambled over to Cinthra. He fell to his knees beside this particular conflicted soul. "I can heal you," he said, resting one hand on her shoulder near the piece of metal. The other hand went to her forehead as he attempted to put her into a deep healing trance. "I can fix this. Sleep, friend."

 

[Nameless Knight]

Knight swooped, she had heard and been coming here to see about OP interests in the queen [member="Feena Mason"] or soon to be but she was certqain of it. There there was an attack now as she moved and was unarmed aside from her tonfa's had her annoyed. Who attacks a protectorate world like Naboo? Honestly she wasn't sure and saw explosions, the sound of gun shots and she clenched her fists. White knuckled and back rippling as she grew S'kytri wings out of the back of her robe and took to the air letting one of the men who came with drive the Warden Combat Cloud Car and she trusted him with it.

The explosion from the proton torpedos' going off had her attention now as she shot into the air. Seeing more fighters coming. Her eyes scanning and tracking while she saw a large armored figure and someone she didn't really know. Her hand went to a comlink in her ear. "What the hell is going on?" She didn't know who was here yet but was moving to find a place to engage. There is no target..... She was looking for something, a high valued target that would be a good location to go but all from that explosion seemed to have left damage. "Any Protectorate force report?"

 

[Alexandra Feanor]

"The ship, its crew... dead..." She had kept detonator drones on board that the ship normally carried, and they had detonated when the torpedos hit due to how the ship had been in the port, that was what had caused the ship's destruction rather than just a good deal of damage to the ships bays. "Ill kill them... those pilots took my crew." It was likely that some of teh crew actually survived, though boolon would easily tell she wasn't all there as if hatred and sorrow tried to form but instead were getting corrupted, as if it was impossible for her to feel such things and as her mind tried to it made her irrational and caused nothing but regret to come from her as she stared at the Ithorian who came over. "They are dead?" She muttered as her body fell into the trance, her mind retreating inwards. If the Ithorian pushed into her mind he would be greeted with a sight that would likely confuse him, it was not thoughts that greeted him but he would see her signature, her aura, and then notice one major thing. As her aura took shape he would notice half of it was not there, as if half her very being had been torn from the other half and what laid before him was the result of that.

[member="Boolon Murr"]

 

[Ashin Varanin]

[member="Alexandra Cinthra"]

Boolon, being a dual specialist in healing and mentalism, noticed that very thing, though he had no idea what to make of it. His focus, for now, was on ensuring that her healing trance was deep enough to keep her condition stable and generally anesthetized. Once her unconsciousness was assured, he extracted the metal from her shoulder, healing as he went. The ion cannon flybys slackened. Squads upon squads of Omega troopers took them both into investigative custody; for Boolon, it was all something of a blur. He cooperated fully, too exhausted and distraught to do anything but give full answers to all their questions about him, her, the ship, the droids, and what he was doing so far from home.

[member="Ayden Cater"]