District 9: No Rebels Allowed [Rebels, Republic, and new members]

[Beowoof]

The Resistance had had its biggest day in years--perhaps its entire lifetime. The Rebellion-supported group of insurrectionists had come out in full force last week upon the corrupt forces of the One Sith, and while their success had been immaculate, it was time to fade out a little again. The Rebels had won a moral victory--if nothing else--despite the relentless propaganda the Sith desperately broadcast to convince the populace that their mass-murderers were righteous and upright, and the Rebel 'terrorists' had caused the deaths of millions.

It might be hard to convince the people, however, with metric tonne upon metric tonne of debris crashing from the sky after some dunce at the helm of Coruscant's defense systems raised the shields without warning inbound or outgoing flights. It was a dreadful realization that cut into the jubilation the Resistance forces felt when they realized the death toll on the innocent population at the hands of the Sith canceled out much of the militant triumph the urban guerrillas had experienced against the rank-and-file troops of the Sith. It seemed like no matter what good they could accomplish, the Sith would only squeeze their iron fist tighter and ruthlessly massacre thousands without batting an eye.

They had done so just to prevent two starships from leaving. Two starships.

Suka Pozhaluysta sat by a burn barrel with her left foot bound up in gauze, the injury suffered from falling out of prison nagging at her ankle still. She was fine. That was what she told them. But she was certainly not up to speed, and with the increased patrol frequency the Sith had instigated, it made her a little uneasy to not have her speedy legs to help her out. But she would manage. The Resistance would always manage. They thrived down here, in the depths among the people; the citizenry. Many fed them and housed them for the cause. Some even lived down here already with their families. Perhaps half the trillions who lived on this storied world would remain ignorant of the situation upstairs and the oppression that somewhat frequently could be felt down here, just as they always had. But there were many who still remembered. They recalled the days of the Republic and how, even as lame as some things were, at least they did not have to worry about some giddy glowstick-wielding Sithy trotting down here to slaughter some kids and play hopscotch on their corpses!

AR-47 rested on her lap, Suka stared into the licking flames of the urban campfire and awaited her call to comms duty. It was a quiet night on the dividing line between Invisec and The Works. Hopefully it would stay that way.


In this thread:
We're gonna build stuff.
We're gonna kill Vongs and Sithies.
We're gonna explore Coruscant!

Spoiler: Navigational Helper

 

[Oddball]

[member="Suka Pozhaluysta"]

If oddball were any deeper in the black void that was sleep he'd be dead, seven days of non stop interrogation and torture really pulled it out of you, you know? But the strong persevered, you had to be strong to make it down here. This was Hell's Kitchen, Crime Alley, and South Central LA rolled into one big steaming pile of dog crap that you stepped on the way out of seeing The Phantom Menace back in 1999. But even here there were people who were still making it in this concrete jungle, and it wasn't always like this either. With the Jedi people actually cared about the little guy, they cared about a quality of life, and even if the Sith put up their orphanages to indoctrinate force sensitive children into their ranks they were still the bad guys. They were above the law, and they would leave their own men to rot.

But that wasn't the case with Oddball, the one armed Fett clone was laid out on a stretcher as a more than likely very unqualified doctor worked on his stump that was his arm before the empress cut it off. He had an IV of kolto and bacta running through him to heal up Matsu's concoction, and generally he felt like a sack of wet dog crap.

The Fett clone had endured the horrors of the Sith and came out alive, maybe not in one piece but alive. So he was thankful deep down inside, but there was still work to be done. So as the doctor shot him with a special little cocktail to wake him up and just like that the half dead Fett clone awoke from the fringes of death and back into reality. The light of the operating table shined in his face and he lifted his robotic right arm to block the glare. Looking at it he coughed and gazed at it in almost a sad and disappointed stare as he rolled his new fingers back and forth.

"I can't pay you back for this." Oddball said to the unlicensed medical "professional"

"You killed Sith, that's all I need." The old man said as he spat a glob of tobacco into a bucket.

Groaning in pain Oddball grabbed a nearby cane and started to hobble his way outside to find Suka planning for whatever it was they were going to do to get the hell off this planet.

"Used up the last of the bacta, sorry." Oddball said as he coughed once more his lungs still burning from the smoke inhalation.

"You guys got any gear?" He asked with the voice of someone who didn't just spend the last seven days being tortured.

 

[Beowoof]

Suka waved her hand aside in dismissal as [member="Oddball"] apologized for depleting the bacta. "I'll manage. It's just a sprain. Nothing too bad." She gazed at the battered clone, partly amazed just to see someone from the 'outside'. She had lived her all her life; never even been to the old Senate locale. Coruscant was a big place, though perhaps more deep than planar. There was a Rebellion out there, though. They supplied her people, and they had come to rescue their friend and wreak havoc upon the Sith enforcers. It was like the first screening of a movie--magical.

There were people from beyond the sun who cared about their plight, and they had risked their lives to save a comrade and hurt the seemingly invincible Sith machine. It gave her a spark of hope. All these years...

"Where are you from?" she asked, kicking her healthy leg up and down and rattling her firearm a bit. Safety was on. "I grew up below CoCo Town. It's not too far from here." That sounded pretty lame, she bet.

Are there more? Are there more of you coming?

 

[Oddball]

[member="Suka Pozhaluysta"]

Oddball with his cane hobbled over to a nearby staircase and sat down, letting his sore and tired body rest and be warned by the heat of the fire. Holding up his organic hand to his mouth he coughed a few more times then looked at the young kid, she was a child forced to grow up in a violent world. The clone truly felt sorry for her and he wanted to tell her that everything was going to be ok and that they would pull through this. But it was best to stick with the basics of conversation.

"Kamino, outer rim territories." Oddball said with a soft smile at the thought of home.

"Lots of water and people who look alike." He said with a little chuckle.

Now dressed in civilian clothing the Fett clone just noticed he was wearing someone else's clothes, some university t shirt to some college he hadn't heard of. Some tan khakis with cargo pockets for days, always good to have pockets, you can never have enough pockets. Looking around Oddball needed a weapon and fast, never be without a gun. So looking around a fellow rebel trooper handed him a worn lever action shotgun that seemed to be functional. Taking it he cleared the chamber then began to load the tube, once it was done he loaded the gun with a click clack of the lever.

"How old are you kid?" He asked the girl with the fully automatic assault weapon resting on her lap.

 

[Juwiela Melec]

What had happened on Coruscant in the weeks prior was a topic Juwiela both wanted to avoid discussion over and talk about at the same time. Of course, the Rebels had been branded terrorists once more, but that was nothing new. It was a label everyone that opposed the resistance group was fond of throwing around. That wasn't what bothered her in the least. In fact, she would have been disappointed if some comment of that nature hadn't been made. It was so natural as to be expected, and she hadn't been let down upon watching the news the day after the incident. The Sith really were fond of their melodrama, always wanting to paint themselves as the saviors of the day, despite torturing [member="Oddball"] for days on end.

The one facet of it all that did bother her was the one civilian death that had unfolded right in front of her. It wasn't intentional, and she refused to take the blame for it, but it was still an unfortunate casualty nonetheless. Not much time had been given for her own silent pondering before the Sith had taken up arms just because of that single life ended. Apparently Dave had been well-loved by their community, but deep down she knew they were only pandering to the hearts of every citizen that still thought it was a good idea to live on this planet. If the Sith truly cared about the deaths of any innocent beings, they wouldn't have existed in the first place. It was all for show, just as everything else they ever did in the public eye ended up being.

But it was too late to think about any of that, because she was still on Coruscant, as were many of the soldiers from that day, and it was time to get back to what they did best: raising hell. Hopefully with a little less attention this time as well, because ground warfare really wasn't her thing. Give her a starfighter and she was at home, but an assault rifle? That was hardly her speed. She was capable of surviving a firefight, sure, but she was no crack shot. That was her cousin's job. Still, she had to admit, it was nice to be among those that shared the same mindset and goal of bringing down the Sith, whether it was from the inside out or otherwise. These people were like her, and that was enough.

Now clad in what were best referred to as civvie clothes, she wore dark green cargo pants with a slate grey tanktop and a jacket thrown on over it. Not exactly a stretch from the ensemble she was typically found in when not in her flightsuit, but this time she had foregone her bomber jacket out of necessity. Anonymity was key. And, stepping from a nearby building, she embodied your average galactic citizen. Well, except for the blindfold still covering empty sockets. But that had to stay. A blaster pistol was holstered at her hip, an AR-47 slung across her back. As casual as she was dressed, she was otherwise ready for war. "Am I the only one who feels weird not getting shot at?"

[member="Suka Pozhaluysta"]

 

[Thane Drexel]

[member="Oddball"] [member="Suka Pozhaluysta"] [member="Juwiela Melec"]

Coming up the steps, sort of stumbled more like, appeared the proudly inebriated Benefactor of the Rebel Alliance of Badassdome. Bagged with an open top, a long neck appeared in his hands. Still wearing his black cargo pants and the well worn trench coat he received from his love Genvieve, Thane greeted his family with a belch that could be confused for a Bantha fart. His weapons tucked under his jacket, the twin pair of Geo pistols on his hips, the Ambassador tucked under his arm, the scattershot and Whistler strapped to his sides. His was well armed for a drunk, or so the kwiki-mart owner thought.

"Izz a good Ta sthee yoo up n butt Oddy... Sss...word butt yoo. 'Belch' Hay pertty lady, yoo're a sight fer sore eyes, I'm sirry Juwiela, that came oot bad."

Thane passed the bottle to Oddball if he wanted it. The long neck was anything but an ale. It was absenthe, and half was gone. Thane plopped down next to Suka and patted her hand. The bright light from the fire made him squint as if it were a lamp pointed right at him. Today he didn't drink for the victory they grabbed in saving Oddball, it was for the lives lost and the Sith murderers who had their hands in it. He drank to forget the faces of the men who died and the civvies who were sacrificed unnecessarily for a cause so unjust, so vile, the Hutts were appalled. The writer figured that it was best to leave it at that, what with the unimaginative nature of the Sith and their present state of mind. 'We're being attacked! - Shut down the entire planet, I don't care who dies in the process'

It was that type of thinking that made this writer believe that the Sith were newbz who had no idea how to fight a resistance while still maintaining any semblance of order amongst the people...So there Thane sat, legs crossed and lost in the booze filled brain of his as memories flashed across his surprisingly stoic face.

 

[Beowoof]

Kamino. Suka had heard of that place. Supposedly it was important to Republic history--though she knew not in what way. And, water? Coruscant was hardly known for anything other than towering stacks of duracrete. To Suka--and the majority of Coruscanti--water was a magic liquid that came out of a faucet. Few realized that much of it was actually imported, drawn out of the atmosphere, or filtered and recirculated kilometers below the artificial landscape that topped of this urban jungle.

She watched with fascination as the clone handled his newly-acquired firearm, noting that people from afar knew how to use weapons the same as her Resistance folks. Of course, she figured it was a universal sort of thing. But what did she know? The man was foreign to her. And while he hardly seemed any different from a billion other people living on this world, he was from the outside. He was free, and he had seen things that the girl might never see.

"I'm nineteen." And this was not her first day in the field. She had joined the Alliance-backed Resistance movement because she remembered. That was what few people wanted to acknowledge--memory. But she did remember, even as the Sith tried to kill her memories daily with their feel-good and faux freedom propaganda broadcasts. She knew the world before the Sith. They would not take her lying down!

Two new outsiders showed up, more representatives of the higher echelons of this beautiful Rebellion. Suka had no idea just how important they were. She certainly had no idea that the wacko drunk dude just so happened to be the director of the entire Alliance. Still, she offered them all a nod. "We don't get shot at down here as much as they try to smoke us out." The blonde freedom fighter peered about suspiciously, though she knew they were safe in this area. "Don't trust the neighbors. The Sithies pay them to turn Resistors in."

[member="Oddball"], [member="Juwiela Melec"], [member="Thane Drexel"]

 

[Matthew Rei]

Since this was his first time meeting up with his new "brothers and sisters in the fight against the OS" and he had no idea how to get to the meet up area, he relied on a Rebel-loyal local to take him by the arm and guide him. Eventually, the guide led him to an open alleyway where the gang was all hangin' out.

Matthew thanked the local and walked into the open alleyway. His cane clacked off the stone and sent out echolocation for his Force Sense to pick up. He could sense the heat and metal of a burn barrel and four people (one with a mechanical arm and one incredibly drunk). He was wearing casual clothing that allowed for a lot of freedom: A dark blue T-shirt with white wording that read "I've got 99 problems" on the front and "But a Sith ain't one!" on the back, black sweat pants with a red line running down the outer side of both pant legs, and black and green running shoes with very good traction.

"I already signed on for some "underground" action. Is this where the "parkour" group meets up?"



[member="Thane Drexel"] | [member="Juwiela Melec"] | [member="Oddball"] | [member="Suka Pozhaluysta"]

 

[Blane Nightfall]

Blane stood beside a wall writting something in his journal while the others were talking about... well he wasn't really aware since he seemed to stare deep in that journal. Harsh battle, but they got Oddball back and he was already sure they are going to get out... somehow...someday, Blane was the optimistic type and already had few ideas. As soon as he finished writting, he walked to Oddball and Suka puting a hand on each of their shoulders then smiled to Oddball "It's good to have you back." He then continued in a more serious manner "I hope you know that funny-lekku is alive because of your sacriffice right?" While many would consider consider this awkward, Blane wasn't the type to be sad all the time, life was tehre for a reason right? And that reason is to be lived. He could remember though the fight with all those sith at the temple, it wasn't as he imagined the sith are not so different than any other dark sider after all. He couldn't blame Oddball for anything anyway, to survive all that time with torture without breaking it was really something to respect.

[member="Oddball"] [member="Matthew Mar'Tin"] [member="Suka Pozhaluysta"] [member="Thane Drexel"] [member="Juwiela Melec"]

 

[Oddball]

[member="Juwiela Melec"][member="Thane Drexel"][member="Juwiela Melec"] [member="Suka Pozhaluysta"] [member="Matthew Mar'Tin"] [member="Blane Nightfall"]

Normally Oddball wouldn't partake in drinking while on a mission, hell he would chew out any of his teammates if he even saw them take a swig of the stuff. But then again normally you weren't tortured by the Sith for a week straight and had your arm cut off, so there was that. And that was all Oddball really needed to have a drink right about now.

"Thanks." Oddball said as he took a long pull of the liquid then handed it back to the drunken benefactor.

"Also glad to be back." He said with a ragged cough afterwards.

Letting his gun rest on his lap the force dead commando looked over to Jewel as he typically tended to refer to her as and spoke.

"You did good work today, wouldn't of made it out without your distraction." Oddball shifted his position to become more comfy as they waited around the fire.

"We need a plan. We can't stay here much longer, like Suka said we'll be rated out and killed. So I say we try the Hutts in the underworld, if anyone knows how to smuggle things off world during a lockdown it's them." It wasn't the most solid plan but right about now they needed something to do.

 

[Juwiela Melec]

With a simple nod of her head Juwiela welcomed [member="Matthew Mar'Tin"] into the fold, an unspoken signal that he was welcome to step forward and sit wherever he wished, either listening in or contributing to their idle discussion. New faces had been sparse within the Rebellion, so it was refreshing to find another willing to join in their never-ending conflict with the Sith, regardless of what their prior experience may have been. From all she could see the new arrival appeared to be Force sensitive, utilizing the energy field in a method not entirely dissimilar to her own way of seeing. "Yeah, this is it. Welcome to the club." What coded language he opened up with was entirely unnecessary in her mind, but if it suited him there wasn't much issue.

Of course, [member="Thane Drexel"] had shown up drunk beforehand, but given what had transpired in the last few days she couldn't exactly blame him. Sometimes a drink or two didn't sound like the worst thing in the galaxy, but she knew that staying clear-headed was the only option if the Rebels wanted to get off the planet alive. One shoulder lifted in a shrug at his apology. "Don't worry about it. It's nice to have you here, too. Let's just agree that the next time we fly together we don't come quite so close to death. I might be Rogue Lead, but even I have my boundaries." And those boundaries included the collateral damage of a civilian death that was entirely needless.

Flashing a smile, she waved away [member="Oddball"]'s praise. "You don't have to thank me. It's not a big deal. You're one of us, and that's what we do for each other. Just promise me that the next time we can drop a bomb right on all the Sith Lords before bugging out. Temples are nice and all, but I'd rather take out someone that matters." Making a name for themselves was great and all, but if they were ever going to win this war some actual damage needed to be done. That of the demonstration sort would only work for so long before they stopped being taken seriously, and she figured it was about time that they actually killed any Sith. Maybe then they would have more new blood, once people realized what they were capable of.

When [member="Blane Nightfall"] arrived she nodded in greeting, returning [member="Suka Pozhaluysta"]'s gesture as well. A slight frown found her lips at Oddball's suggestion. "I dunno about that. The Hutts are just as corrupt as anyone else, and they'd sell us out to the Sith for the right price. I don't think you're in the mood to get captured again, and after my relatively tame experience in captivity I'd rather not go back. We need something more secure. A smuggler's not a bad idea. Anyone'll work for the right amount of money, and we have to have a few contacts somewhere. Some of us could look around for that, just to keep busy. I don't like all this waiting around for something to happen."

 

[Stardust Solus Skirae]

[member="Suka Pozhaluysta"][member="Juwiela Melec"] [member="Oddball"] [member="Blane Nightfall"] [member="Matthew Mar'Tin"][member="Thane Drexel"]


Stardust had flown to the planet on the far side and from there flew in low, she had been on the look for the republic or at least allies and had gotten a tip from a local that a group of armed people had been sighted camping outside in the lower area's. Following this tip she flew low again and landed getting out of her new custom xwing thunder star, she wore a old armor not many would know. She wore the armor of a czar supersoldier which was somewhat kin to clone trooper commando armor minus the pack on the back, she had her sabers at her sides and her dc-17 side arm in her hands, she stretched to where she could feel several lifeforms, coming over a ridge she got on her belly and she crawled over to peek over. She brought up her binoculars and zoomed in to see several people, she'd probably be noticeable to those who could sense the force and if someone happened to glance at her ridge they'd see her glowing visor

 

[Matthew Rei]

Well, since Matthew was blind, [member="Juwiela Melec"]'s nod went unnoticed and he certainly wouldn't notice the glint of [member="stardust"]'s binoculars. He mulled over the possibilities for escape. There was nothing left for him here anymore; the Sith had made sure of that. What good was a lawyer that couldn't be a lawyer? This was his new life now: Helping out the little guy and overthrowing the One Sith.

If memory served him right, Zeke the Speed Freak owned a shop of used speeders and parts...and he owed Matthew a favor. How much he could get out of Zeke was tentative, but he knew Zeke wasn't a backstabber. He was too involved in trivial illegal activities, such as making fireworks and modding speeders. If any of them had any skulduggery skills, he knew a particularly corrupt cop precinct that could use a few less speeders.

There were numerous amounts of interstellar transport shuttle lines that could get them off planet. The real trick was knowing which ones weren't as loyal to the Sith OR getting fake I.D.s to not worry about them.

Whichever they chose, he needed to establish himself. This was all a part of his first impression to them.

"Now, I know that I'm the new member here, so it may not seem that I have much to weigh in with here. However,"

He got climbed on top of a nearby dumpster.

"...I've grown up here on Coruscant and I know my way or two around the city. Now, before you start making jokes about the blind leading the blind..."

He kicked off the wall and grabbed a single handhold on the building's fire escape stairwell. Using his momentum, he swung up his legs and quickly pulled himself up. In a matter of seconds, he was standing 10 feet above them.

"...I have a very particular set of skills that can make me a valuable operative. True, I still have a lot to learn, but this" He waved his hand in front of his face to emphasize his un-seeing eyes. "isn't going to be a liability...well, MUCH of a liability. I still can't read regular text messages."

He added a sly smile to add humorous emphasis.

[member="Oddball"] | [member="Blane Nightfall"] | [member="Suka Pozhaluysta"]

 

[Blane Nightfall]

Blane was listening relativel closely to each of them which is why he wouldn't have time or any reason to look at the bridge, noticing anything there was out of discussion. He then thought for a moment before speaking "Well you saw what happened there... They brought all those things and raised a shield just for some "terrorists" so destroying the shield would be out of discussion." Who knows what the sith may bring... and especially how much of it. Though it was Coruscant... This place is a giant hideout, easy to get lost which was a perfect place for a "hit and run" operation if needed. "I agree that the hutts are not really... trustworthy. In my opinion we would need to make some friends around here. My idea would be to keep an eye out on who hates the sith, trying to gather people from different places and activities may be very helpful, working with them we could get what we need to get out of here, one way or another." it could be just useful to have someone respected into the authorities, or a soldier that knows thea activities around that army he thought, it wasn't much but it was an idea.

"Anyway... Whatever we do we shouldn't wait more than few days to begin doing, Dasy dosen't like this place." He said as the ysalamari begun to use a very displeased sound in his backpack. Well he felt the the same, too many sith, too much corruption, not enoguh friendly people.

[member="Juwiela Melec"] [member="Thane Drexel"] [member="stardust"] [member="Oddball"] [member="Suka Pozhaluysta"]

 

[Thane Drexel]

Thane leaned against Suka's leg, resting his head in her lap, next to the AR-47. He could do these things, he was drunk. He began to cuddle her calf, but he was careful not to drool on it. Periodically his audible slurp would note the conversations that carried on around him. With his vision distorted, he had trouble making out the man with good looks and nice specs. He looked like he was upside down, then Thane realized it wasn't the man, it was Thane who was not upright.

It didn't take a genius to realize just how drunk Thane was, or so they thought. A simple finger appeared in the air and was aimed at a pair of lekku who thought they could hide from the Benefactor. It wasn't the the thumb or index; ring or pinky; it's the one you put up, when you don't give a kark.

"Eye sthee yoo ther yoo sneaky Bantha. Come out before my friend here brings you into her world." His speach suddenly clearing up like magic. The woman he was referring to was the mystical Juwiela and her magic powers of perception without the ability to visibly perceive.

He stayed on the ground, Suka's leg was really cozy.

[member="Blane Nightfall"] [member="Matthew Mar'Tin"] [member="stardust"] [member="Juwiela Melec"] [member="Oddball"] [member="Suka Pozhaluysta"]

 

[Stardust Solus Skirae]

She grinned seeing the drunken man looking right up at her with a rather odd way to greet, though he didn't know her so it was expected. Getting up slowly and raising her arms she started on down to the group looking around(sorry for short post couldn't think of anymore promise itkl be bigger)

[member="Thane Drexel"] [member="Blane Nightfall"] [member="Matthew Mar'Tin"] [member="Juwiela Melec"] [member="Oddball"] [member="Matthew Mar'Tin"]

 

[Beowoof]

Well, Suka was beginning to wonder about the friendship these Rebels had when the drunk Zabrak began curling up next to her and making himself... very comfortable. City folk were used to being crammed together, and physical contact was not abnormal in the slightest. But there were still some boundaries, and if he had not been utterly sloshed, she would have kicked him away.

Then there was the blind man who just outclassed any free runners she knew. And she knew a lot of them. Suka rubbed her eyes to make sure she was not somehow just as wasted as the guy on her leg--but the man in the shades was still there, standing tall and proud. "You guys are all some interesting characters..." she commented, brushing back her blond locks as she mused over these occurrences. "The Resistance is pretty strong in this area. It thins out a little as we get closer to the old Senate District, but there's always a friend to tag no matter where you are. You just gotta know the names and know the streets."

She pulled out a beat-up datapad and flicked through a list of names that were written in codes made of monetary symbols rather than actual letters. "We've got--" The girl stalled, following the gaze of Thane when he began blabbering at what should have been nothing. Instead, there could be seen the glow of a pair of macrobinoculars affixed to the head of a shadowy twi'lek. She raised her gun and cursed, unsure of the allegiance of this strange observer. "Sithspit."

[member="Oddball"], [member="Juwiela Melec"], [member="Blane Nightfall"], [member="Thane Drexel"], [member="Matthew Mar'Tin"], [member="stardust"]

 

[Matthew Rei]

To tell the truth, Matt had probably pulled some muscle with his little one armed stunt. But, he couldn't let that faze him and it didn't. He was just feeling conscientious about not being careful enough while he was showing off. Mar'Tin men were always strong. That's what dad said. He had been trained in boxing for most of his teenage years and some of his childhood ones. Training sometimes consisted of keeping your arms raised perpendicular to your body for as long as you can hold them.

He couldn't appear weak in front of his new-found friends. He needed to appear as though he was more skilled and valuable than the average capable man, despite being blind...but that wasn't a concern right now. Someone was coming. He quietly slunk back against the wall and tried to get a bearing on what was happening.

[member="Suka Pozhaluysta"] | [member="stardust"] | [member="Thane Drexel"] | [member="Blane Nightfall"] | [member="Juwiela Melec"] | [member="Oddball"]

 

[Oddball]

[member="Juwiela Melec"] [member="stardust"] [member="Matthew Mar'Tin"] [member="Blane Nightfall"]

Normally Oddball would of gotten up and fired a warning shot over the head of the dude who was checking them out from afar, but he was way too injured and hurt to be doing anything but shooting someone that wasn't up close. So Oddball just ducked down behind the wall of the staircase he was sitting on. With his back against the wall he looked over at his friends as if they were high.

"Are you blokes bloody stupid?! Could be a sniper! Get the hell down!" He said in a angry whisper before coughing some more.

Resting his shotgun with his robotic arm he looked over to a nearby rebel who tossed him a data pad. The rebel then grabbed a small bird from behind cover and let it fly. On the datapad Oddball manipulated the drone until he had eyes on his target. A green Twi'lek with a few tattoos, no sniper by the looks of it but that didn't mean she wasn't a Sith that could fry a brain at two hundred meters with their mind.

"The bloody hell do you want?!" The bird said to the Twi'lek with oddball's voice as it perched down next to her.

 

[Stardust Solus Skirae]

Stardust chuckled and picked the drone up lightly and looked into it"I just want to talk is all I mean no harm"boy was that not to smart sure if she wanted to she could take them with probably few wounds but she was here to join them not attack them"I'm coming down you may keep your guns on me when I'm walking down"she stood slowly and raised her arms as she slowly made her way on down the perch to them, her armor would become visible as she removed her helmet"locals speak highly of you people in your fight against the sith, I came to join such cause against them

[member="Oddball"] [member="Matthew Mar'Tin"] [member="Blane Nightfall"] [member="Juwiela Melec"] [member="Suka Pozhaluysta"]