Dominion Do You Hear the People Sing? [SJC Dominion of Sarko IV]

[Kadan Scipora]

Do You Hear the People Sing?

The world below resembled something more akin to a wasteland than a civilized world, yet Sarako IV is still considered to be ‘settled’ world. There were lush and populated cityscapes dotting the world, with decrepit old settlements line for kilometers outside of the city. The faint glow of fire was growing in several of these cities, as the planet appeared to be in the throes of an uprising.

Sarako IV has long since been a victim of a hyper capitalistic society, with the government more a servant to the corporations than the people. Recently, an unknown entity has sparked the civil unrest into a full on uprising, and the local government is powerless to stop it. As guardians of peace, it’s time to restore balance to this world in upheaval, and bring in the one they call ‘Chundrall’. This is a test of your discipline as a member of the Concord, can you find the tranquility within the chaos?

Objective 1: A large gathering of civilians are rioting within the capital of Sarkopolis, making demands to the local government that they are tired of the corrupt system. Unfortunately, they’ve also taken hostages and fortified themselves inside the government offices, with an individual only known as ’Chundrall’ directing the negotiations for the release of the hostages. Their demands are far beyond what would be considered reasonable. You need to bring these hostilities to an end, ideally without bloodshed.

Objective 2: An outbreak of riots has broken out in the densely populated regions of the city, putting hundreds of people in danger. Use whatever means you have at your disposal to save lives, but keep in mind, your conduct will reflect upon the order.


Objective 3: Several of the outlying communities have been left without supplies and resources due to the riots breaking out in the cities, and that’s when we come in. Several pirate gangs are currently attacking any supply ships seeking to land on the planet, equipped with ships from CorelliSpace. Escort our supply ships to these communities and ensure the supply distribution is a peaceful one.

Objective 4: BYOO​

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[Garus the Hutt]

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Objective III: Supply and Demand​

It wasn't often that the great Garus left his cozy palace on Nar Shaddaa, but when he did, it was usually because he forgot to ask the person to come to him. This time was different though, this time he was coming in as a PR move, because truth of the matter he needed to expand his business into other sectors of space, and better way to do that than charity work? Honestly, it was the lesser of two evils, his only other choice was to run for office. Lounging in his exceptionally large captain chair, the world of Sarko IV was the first thing his bulbous eyes found as they left hyperspace. He had little time to give his regular speech however, as the comm terminal for the Pay Slip began to ring. "Sir, we are being hailed." One of his crew remarked, much to the Hutt's annoyance. He was expecting thanks for his good deed, but to contract him so soon? Clearly these people are desperate. "Attention, unknown vessel, drop all your supplies and turn back the way you came. You're stepping into our turf now." Or, perhaps he had missed something when he checked his news report this morning.

Several moments of silence followed, as the Hutt began to look through his datapad. He had a song for this, but where was it...

"Sir?" One of his crew asked, as a pair of Zerek starfighters were now coming into range. It then suddenly clicked in the Hutts mind. "Oh. Oh! These are pirates!" He bellowed, laughing as he threw his datapad aside, the device clattering against something metallic, though the slug seemed hardly concerned. "Right, right. Full speed ahead!" He slammed his hand down on the armrest of his chair, making a loud 'thud' in the process, and confounding his crew. "Sir, the weapons systems still need to be service..." "I know what I said, put me on a local broadcast, and just keep going. I know what I'm doing." He fumbled for the microphone attached to his belt, as the small green light around the base came to life. The Pay Slip began to move forward. "You're live sir." Garus smiled, raising the microphone to his lips.

Then silence. The Hutt's eyes widened, looking to his mic, he turned to his crew, aghast at this occurrence. "Where is the music? Why is it not playing?" "Sir, the sound system was never installed, you left before we could-" He flung the mic at the view port, concern seeping into his voice now he stared on the oncoming ships. His crew was left baffled, by this, as the Hutt gripped the armrests of his chair, and began to babble to himself. "You fool! We're doomed! Doomed!"

So much for little bit of charity work.

 

[Caltin Vanagor]

IT'S ALWAYS DARKEST BEFORE THE DAWN...​

Location: Sarako IV OBJ II

Spoiler: Lightsabers

"ELOAH" (Primary - Long Handle)

"ELOHAI" (Secondary - Long Handle)

Spoiler: GEAR

Comm-link, Rebreather, Custom Robes, Battle Armor,Toraynor-Henkan,Advanced Jedi Utility Belt

Spoiler: STARSHIP/COMPANIONS

Starship: Starlight Sentinel, (Dilorian and Bike both in cargo bay)
Companion: Astromech R01R - "Roller", Pilot droid Mu51c - "Music"

Tag:

As the ship was hovering overhead of one of the riots, Caltin stood on the loading ramp as he was talking to someone inside.

Hover here, and gain a little altitude.

Taking a deep breath and rolling his shoulders, Caltin stepped off the ramp and began his "rapid descent" in other words, he fell. The wind rushing by him was almost therapeutic as he embraced the temperate air and surveyed the scene. There was a large outburst of civil unrest and while he was not looking to fight anyone, he was looking for who was behind this. Unfortunately, there were probably a select few that incited this, those with their own agenda twisting the message of those who just wanted to be heard, those were his problem, not the people. The culture of the Sarako is capitalistic, unrest like this happens and will always happen when a Socialist mentality is introduced. There is nothing inherently wrong with either ideal, Capitalism, or Socialism but to mesh the two or to try and sabotage one with another is what the problem there lies in.

The big guy's landing was "heroic" as he hit an open area away from many. There were enough rioters to notice, not like anyone really missed it. Of course while many recognized him as a Jedi, there were those who recognized him by appearance and name, not to mention reputation. Of course, some were already whispering in the ears of others about how they were here for suppression and nothing more. The Jedi as a whole might have a problem being in the middle of a riot like this, Caltin, not so much, he had nothing to prove to anyone. He walked into and around the protesters listening to their chants and arguments, he did nothing and said nothing, just walked. That in itself was to confuse those around him. Maybe it would help, maybe it would cause more problems, but either way, maybe the big guy could take more attention away from the other Jedi.

... YET THE DAWN ALWAYS COMES.

 

[Yula Perl]

Objective 1 | Barricaded inside Sarkopolis city hall

The Corpos could suck it.

Riots never came out of nowhere. On Sarako IV, they started out as protests. Protests that either went unheard or were met with violence. And just a few sparks could blaze easily into a fire with the right tinder, Sarkopolis was in the midst of an uprising. Their shell of a government had crumbled easily, which only served to incense the people further. Maybe change could be possible.

“The Jedi are here.”

The modulated voice of Chundrall spoke plainly over the commpiece in her ear.

Yula sucked in her teeth before her lips curled up in a toothy grin. Green eyes followed the images of ships bearing the Silver Concord emblem touched down outside city hall. She tapped the screen with a durasteel nail.

“I see em.”

During the siege, Yula had commandeered the building’s communication system. Most of it was shut down to prevent hostages from communicating with the outside, but they’d provide a line to the Jedi if pressed.

Sometimes order only benefitted the powers that be. If restructuring Sarako IV to better serve the interests of the people rather than corporations required breaking a few eggs, then so be it.

Leaning back in her chair, Yula threw her hands behind her head and kicked up her feet against one of the many monitors that bathed the Zeltron in an almost eerie blue glow. Clicking her tongue, she wondered out loud to herself.

“Alright, Jedi. What’s your first move gonna be?”

 

[Lofdrrl]

Objective III
Location: Neutron Star II-series Bulk Cruiser Chained Passion, near Sarko IV
Allies: Pirates and Criminals
Enemies: Garus the Hutt A ARS VAMI

"One cargo vessel intercepted by Skullbreaker One and Two...but they're now being chased by some sort of private security group."

Lofdrrl bellowed out a growl and leaned back into his command chair. His furred claw gripped the armrests tightly, starting to add yet more tears into the faux leather upholstery. The galaxy just can't get easier, can it it not? The wookiee glared at his first mate, a pale twi'lekk whose lekku were covered in tattoos depicting other twi'lekk's. With a sigh, his mate tapped a button on his own console, bringing up holo footage from the two Zerek Zeniths who had found the fresh prey. It looks like a juicy transport...but that frigate...smaller than our ship, but powerful apparently? Both ships would be a fine addition to my fleet....His guttural voice began to bark out in Shyriiwook with a distinct southern coastal accent.

"<<<Throw everything we have at those ships. Disable the transports engines immediately! Well, don't just stand there!>>>"

Lofdrrl didn't exactly have a reputation for patience, and none of his crew were terribly interesting in worsening his already poor disposition. The wookiee grunted in muted approval as the crew scrambled to make his commands a reality. The Chained Passion made a quick micro-jump into hyperspace before surging into realspace on a course perpendicular to Garus's transport and the Excalibur. Without much thought, Lofdrrl shook a fist at the two ships in front of him and bellowed, which his first mate helpfully translated to the new crew who hadn't learned the captain's language.

"All weapons, open fire!"

Garus's transport immediately drew the attention of the bulk cruiser's ion cannons and tractor beam projectors, though weapons fire at this range wasn't likely to be terribly accurate...yet. Conversely, the Chained Passion was closer to the Excalibur, which promptly drew all of the ship's turbolasers and energy torpedo batteries onto it. Two squadrons of Zerek Zenith Fighters and another squadron of Tau Devastator StarWings boiled out of the Passion's hull before setting a direct intercept course with the Excalibur. Lofdrrl glared at the other ships and thought of the upcoming excitement of possibly boarding them in person. It had been a while since he had relished a good, hand to hand fight.

 

[Aien Mueller]

You know those types you don't want to meet in a dark alley?​

Spoiler: ARMOR(Mission Specific)

Armor - Cybernetic suit (GOLD, BLUE and RED Teams), "Dominion" armor(GREEN Team)
"Apostle" armor(all, GREEN Team when needed)
Mk II armor-w- Rotary and Blaster Vambraces, and Stun Club (all, GREEN Team when needed)

Spoiler: WEAPONS(Mission Specific)

Weapons (assault team)- T-73 Handgun, Combat Knife, FTB Rocket(2 FYB Rockets each, 3 with Flame Carpet warhead)
3 Grenades (each), 2 Fire Grenades (each)
(Infiltrators)- Carbine(Suppressed), T-73 Handgun(Suppressed), Vibroswords, Combat Knife
(Snipers)- M-14 Sniper Rifle, Wrist Blaster, Carbine, God gun
(Assault)- RI-17 Assault Rifle-w-LPD53 Grenade Launcher(5 FYB 40mm grenades each), T-73 Handgun
(Heavy Weapons)- Minigun(if in the field), Defender-Automatic Weapon(if in CQC) Assault Rifle

Spoiler: FIRE TEAMS

GOLD TEAM: Azrael(Assault/Team leader), Castiel(Assault/Pathfinder)
BLUE TEAM: Sauriel(Sniper 1), Michael(Sniper 2), Omael(Overwatch/Sniper3)
RED TEAM: Gabriel(Demo/EOD), Bartleby(Tech/Team Second), Samael(Heavy Weapons)
GREEN TEAM: Chamuel (Infiltrator/Slicer), Zadkiel(Infiltrator/Assassin), Raziel(Infiltrator/Assassin)

Spoiler: TRANSPORT TEAMS

PEGASUS 1- Jeremiel(Pilot), Barachiel(Weapons)
PEGASUS 2- Ariel(Pilot), Uriel(Weapons)
PEGASUS 3- - Barachiel(Pilot)*
PEGASUS 4- Uriel(Pilot)*
*When needed. Weapons Intercept officers will be assigned randomly

FIST
RONTO 1- Raguel(Driver), Selaphiel(Gunner), Jegudiel(Cover)

Ship Captain/Teams Overwatch - Seraphim
Ship Engineer/Tech/Teams Overwatch - Jophiel
Ship Corpsman - Raphael
Ship Pilot(s)/Gunner(s) - Batariel,Jeremiel, Barachiel, Ariel, Uriel

ORDERS: Objective I
Tag: Sergeant Omen (Omael)

[In position.]

[Sitrep.]

[Eyes on the back service entrance underneath the building. Heavy patrols suggesting an exit strategy. Waiting on orders.]

[1., 2. Sitrep]

The two Pegasus transports overheard, "1" was hovering, and "2" was in a holding patrol pattern. They had to play this right, which is why the transports were not necessarily watching down from overhead, they were watching the perimeters, or for any rapidly approaching targets. None of them would attack outright without coordination, but they were looking for it. They would have all of the necessary information, every step of the way. As always, "1" was the armed transport, and "2" was the more dedicated gunship.

[1 here. All systems nominal and in position.]

[2 here with nothing to report. We will alert you of any ships or speeders coming in not marked Silvers or any type of constable.]

[Ronto. Sitrep.]

[In position where Dominion inserted.]

They could not move without authorization, but there was a point where they would be able to step in anyway, especially if this "Chundrall" had his... or her way. That meant that it was a tightrope that they were walking, but the moment it could be cut, they would be the broadsword and cut these rioters to ribbons. Right now, they were going to set up and prepare for a breach opening. There was no way of telling what they were getting into, which was not a problem for Omega Squad, but would be for any innocents.

[Hold for orders.]

Cutting the comms and looking over at the Snipers, all three of them.

Get into an Overwatch position. Need you to be able to see inside.

Spoiler: Lingo-

[Any text in brackets like this is done over comms]
Sitrep=Situation Report

... yeah, we scare them.

 

[Sergeant Omen]

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Omen... no Omeal... flexed his hand in his new armor. He felt unbeatable in this new armor. Of course, the armor plates weren't going to last if hit with explosives. Got to remember that... The soldier would have to get used to this new team too if he was going to be able to support them.​

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Get into an Overwatch position. Need you to be able to see inside.

With a single nod to confirm, he went with the others. He didn't know the rest of his team well, in fact, they had only really met up today. Hopefully, they could get in sync before the shooting started. The clone turned spec ops trooper turned relic out of time, fast-walked across the rooftops, trying to get a look at the front of the building. His hand grabbed the binocs off of his belt and looked over the City Hall. It looked like the terrorists/rebels or whoever they were had boarded up the windows against the coming assault, pretty clever but not imaginative enough to keep him out. He quickly switched the binocs to heat-seeking and counted both the enemy and the hostages before reporting in "Gold, this is Overwatch, up to 30 terrorists have barricaded the whole front of the building up. They are expecting visitors and with over 100 other "guests". I don't think breaking down the door will be a good option. The back isn't a viable option either with those patrols." That's when Omen sighted the Communications Building with its radio tower and offered his two cents. Hopefully the Captain would take his comments under advisement. "Captain, I think the best way to insert would be roping Green team in through the Comms building. The place is probably is housing their leader and if we take them out, the others might just give up. Their leader needs some way to communicate their demands and with their crew so it seems that their most logical spot to do it from. I'd say turn the power off and get to work. Your call as always though of course Sir. [/CENTER]​

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[Kadan Scipora]

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OBJECTIVE I: Save the Hostages.​

Equipment: 1x lightsaber, Kadan's Armor, 2x OS-101 Retractable Vibro-Sword, OS-PBC-770-FFE, OS-104 "Reaper" Variable Strength Blaster Pistol, The Afterthought.​

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Tag: Zorah Cinsilo Aayla Shan Varn Barakis Yula Perl Aien Mueller Sergeant Omen​

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He had seen such chaos before, in fact he had been among it when he was younger. It was like Mandalore, but without the warships in orbit. He could see the fires raging down below, the movement of people as they were on a rampage. Force help whoever was trapped down there. 'There's karkload of comm traffic, not going to be able to find any fething signals even using the chit signal boosters we have.' 4U's text scrolled across his console, indicating that ease dropping on the hostage takers wouldn't be as simple as he thought. "That's fine buddy, just find us a nice rooftop to set off at, and we'll take care of the rest." He remarked, flipping several switches, as the landing gear for the Afterthought began to deploy. The stealth drive had masked their approach, though to land they risk appearing visible unless they found a good landing site to conceal themselves for several moments.​

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He looked back to his passenger, knowing that she was probably not enjoying the sight either. "Have you ever seen anything like this?" He was certain she had, after all, her upbringing was as chaotic as his own. The link between the two would be essential here, given the challenge that loomed before them. Their team was simple enough, sneak in and try to free the hostages, with the two talkers of the group serving as a distraction; at least, that was the plan in theory. All the more reason he needed someone he could trust on this. Speaking of which. "Master Cinsilo, we've found a landing site, sending the coordinates now."​

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Finding a somewhat acceptable drop off point in a plaza, Kadan positioned the X-wing through a column of buildings, narrowly avoiding the structures, before hovering over what was most likely an office building. They were about five blocks south of their target, which meant they had to move fast, ideally across the roof tops, and find a way inside the government building. Thankfully, Aayla was rather talented at that work; being a shadow and all. "Alright, ready Aya?" He asked, securing his mask over his face, before popping the seal on the cockpit. 'I'll keep to low atmosphere, get you two any info from the rest of the fething Concord. Assuming they call.' The droid wobbled at the pair, though Kadan only caught the later half before he leapt from the ship, landing hard on the roofing, and rolling with the fall.​

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As the two passengers left the ship, the astromech took control, diverting it away and leaving the two padawans in position. 4U would send out the pair's location to the jedi master, allowing them to meet up, and ideally, they could continue on foot to the mission site. Kadan on the other hand, moved to the side of the building, and looked down. They were several stories up, with much of the below ground now thrown into chaos. Flipped land speeders, smashed store fronts, people fighting in the streets; it was indeed a special sort of madness going on here. "I have no idea how we are supposed to contain this." The local sector police were only a few blocks away, keeping a perimeter, but unable to reclaim any of the space that the rioters were now taking up. His shoulders sunk, his head dipping forward as he sighed. It felt like a futile war they were fighting, trying to keep things from falling apart.​

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At least he wouldn't have to do this alone.​

 

[Chundrall]

OBJ: 2, & 3.
Tags: Zorah Cinsilo Aayla Shan Varn Barakis Yula Perl Caltin Vanagor Sergeant Omen Aien Mueller
Location: Secondary Relay Station within Sarkopolis​

Just as they expected, the jedi had come to the rescue. Predictable as the sunset. They watched their ships come in, an obvious show of force. 'We're here to save the day!'. It was all bravado. A sham, and after today, they'd be able to tell the whole galaxy just how full of themselves this 'Jedi Concord' was. Chundrall leaned back in their chair, finger tapping on the voice com, informing their glorified assistant to the new arrivals. "The jedi are here." They spoke, their voice distorted. The Zeltron chimed back, with all the indignity that Chundrall had come to expect. Looking up to the several dozen monitors in position, Chundrall observed what was occurring. The pirates had indeed taken the bait, which would do nicely for limiting the jedi's deployment strength, but they wouldn't last long. Just a diversion, but those morons never thought about anything outside of their short term gains; it was better they sacrifice themselves for the greater good, though they probably didn't think they'd be dying this day.

"Bosssss, about the collars...." The voice of a Trandoshan interfered with their view, prompting the helmet clad Chundrall to turn in their direction. "When I give you the go ahead, you let the boys at the city hall know. Do not touch the termite until the jedi get to the hostages. Do I make myself clear?"The voice held a degree of 'oomph' to it, in-spite of the monotone sound it took on. The Trandoshan shrunk at that, nodding meagerly before moving out of the monitor room. A grin formed behind the visor of Chundrall, as the first of the jedi 'actors' were arriving on stage. Perfect. The show could begin. Paging the Zeltron once again, they sent the requested camera angle for the woman to record. "City hall, get a fix on that. It looks like they're setting up for us." Switching off to the Zeltron, Chundrall's comm redirected to their inside man, a rather despicable bounty hunter by the name of Fetch.

Fetch was a bit of a jar head, former NIO special forces according to his claim, though given how he preformed in combat, Chundrall suspected he had washed out of the Stormtrooper corps without seeing active service. Regardless, Fetch would make the opening move in the little Dejarik game that was about to unfold. "Fetch, give the nice men outside a few warning shots. They look a little too comfortable."There was silence, before a low chuckle came over the other side. "Was waiting for you to say that."

At the front of the city hall, blaster fire would erupt from a front window. A heavy repeater sprayed wildly towards the squad, it's accuracy was rather pitiful, making one question if the shooter was actually aiming to hit anyone.

They didn't need anyone dead, not yet, but just enough to encourage the little unit out front to ponder returning fire, and risking hitting the poor hostages that could potentially be inside.

 

[Aayla Shan]

Gear: Sasori Shan Robes, Aayla's Saber , Aayla's other saber , Force-Vambraces
Objective: 1 - Rescue Hostages (Though will beat up bad guys for free)

Aayla pulled the vambraces taut on her wrist, clenching and unclenching her fists with a smirk. She had a separate screen pulled up, having received a an encoded communique from Jacen Nimdok . She read it, and the message deleted itself almost immediately. Though, she said nothing, glancing at Kadan. She of course had told him she had accepted the position as a Shadow, but hadn't told him much else. Basically she would have to leave sometimes, without explanation or warning. He understood so far, but she hoped he truly understood that moving forward. She wondered if she was a zealot... No, she wasn't. The Sith were zealots...

She pondered the differences, leaning over and squinting at the screen R2 was sending them messages on.

"Kadan, your droid has a serious potty mouth... And its karkin' me saying it..."

She noted eyes scanning as the ship veered down into the atmosphere. She couldn't help but wonder what it would be today... How much blasters would she be dodging? Thermal detonators? Bombs? Flamethrowers. When she was just a kid, she didn't even consider all the things she would have seen as a Jedi. And everyday, was a day closer to being tempted to say she had seen it all...

And she hadn't.

When they were ready to disembark, she stood at the ready with him, offering a nod as her hair flickered rapidly with the altitude and wind that came with it. When he jumped she followed suit; quite literally diving into the fall, and spinning with supernatural agility. She landed soundly, on the tips of her feet, letting the energy gradually move equally to each part of her necessary to avoid taking damage. Only one gloved hand touched the ground outstretched, as the other was simply held to the left. Astrian perks, as it would turn out; it was hard for her to truly fall. That being said gravity would still kill her if she felt far enough.

She stood, and walked to the edge with him, both hands moving to rest on both sabers... A few moments would pass, and she moved to a crouch, eyes observing the chaos below.

"Well Chit.." She mumbled, glancing up to him as he asked her a question well beyond her scope...

"Kadan, you point me at the bad guys and say fetch; I don't do city-wide riot control... That being said, I dunno really."

She felt out within the Force, covering a wide area; this made especially easy due to the various items on her person.

"You know what... I'm sensing trap he-"

Her eyes locked on the sudden outburst of blaster fire, pointing it out for Kadan as if he couldn't hear or see it clearly. She activated the comm link in her left Vambrace, holding it up as she made a fist at the building across the way with her right. With a mental command, she fired the cable launcher, hitting right next to a rooftop entry position. There were guards there, but they hadn't yet noticed the cable; having still being halfway around their patrol route.

"Captain Mueller, Team Two is active; We're securing Objective Roger Tango"

She spoke, acquiescing the training the commandos had given the Jedi in masking their communications. Roger Tango meaning nothing but R T, standing for Rooftop. Once they secured it, they would begin to move from above, just one more escape route to deny the terrorists inside.

Kadan Scipora Aien Mueller Caltin Vanagor Yula Perl Sergeant Omen Chundrall

 

[Phalsi Drynchen]

BE A THORN
Objective: 1 - Be a Witness to the People. Counter the Siege. Protect the Hostages.
Equipment: Under-Armor, Clothes-How they look, The Mask, J.I.C. Cloak, Scope- utility belt, Wrist Device, Slicing/Gaming Tool, The Encoil, Stowaway Node, Clarion Personal Translator
Weapons: Four Zenji Needles, Pair of Blue Lightsabers, Hard Light Weapon, Pair of Shock Whips
Tags: Yula Perl Chundrall Kadan Scipora Aien Mueller Caltin Vanagor Sergeant Omen
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She had been here for some time, the Mistryl's and another interested in the plight of the peoples troubles. There was always trouble brewing between those who held the production, and those that actually did the production. The lack of sentiment, understanding, and ultimately of what it took to do the job was always a sticking point. The people that watched the clock to measure a tasks worth, and those that put the quality into that time. This was the divide. Profit versus skill.

A battle that had, and would always be waged.

There was no measuring the worth of a person that was truly fair in anyone's eyes. Those seeking profit attempting to circumvent the proper pay to increase the lining of the heavy pockets they kept. Those seeking to produce quality and compensate for that quality readily outdone by those with no qualms about the lack of durability to their devices and products. Being run out of business by those with little moral ground, or any kind of reasonable sense existing in their processing centers. People all to happy to abuse the cost leverage on their workers to keep the prices of products down.

When the call came for Sarko IV, Phalsi found herself straddling the line of good and bad. She knew the plight of the people. Knew the struggles in this reach of space. Had witnessed it first hand. Had been upset by it and unable to do little more than be a complacent bystander as those more able carried out their missions, their own tasks to upset that balance that favored the rich and powerful.

When the call came for Sarko IV, the new knight had been absent from the call to arms. She had met with a friend, securing her position within the growing cacophony of rioters and demanders that wanted nothing more than their freedoms. If the companies could ask of these people the borderline impossible, why wasn't it fair for the little people to leverage those demands back? What made the powerful impervious to the rights of the people to demand? What gave them the right to keep a stranglehold of the downtrodden?

The power to send militaristic forces to quell those upset people.

The power to send trained killers in with guns and tactics to silence those who demand more from life than a meager bed, meal, and living space. A daily grind for just enough to give them their daily vitals. The power to condemn and shun those that are required, but unacknowledged for their efforts. The backbone of every industry. The power to send jack-booted thugs down the line and quiet the civilians that decided enough was enough.

Which was how Phalsi found herself on the waiting end of the Silvers siege. She had kept her distance from the hostages, trying to get an eye on how many were well and fine, and to also see who was delegating. She had no desire to quell this riot, but she had to know where and what would be the focus of the assault. It wasn't for fun that she stood against the group that so typically aligned itself to the people. It wasn't for kicks and giggles that she stood against the people that had trained her.

This time, they had stood on the wrong end of the punch ticket.

A patient little shadow was waiting inside the building. While her association to the Silver's had not been hidden, the other half of her association had wanted to ensure that people being held were kept as safe as possible while giving those downtrodden voices the chance to speak. The whips retractable cords where being held in reserve as Phalsi checked on the screen suite that Yula had before her. The Mask was on her face completely. Her voice modulator had thrown a static over her voice, the soft tone of her words shifting to an angry mechanical crackle.

Her under-armor was visible through the unusual clothing option she had chosen for this job. The Silver's had wanted to keep the hostages safe, or at least that was the soft flow of information she was getting. Possible restricted given she was inside, but she had a better chance of helping everyone from this spot. The Mistryl's had reminded her to not kill anyone, but knee-caps and states of consciousness were a bit more negotiable.

She said nothing as she stood in the doorway of the communications room, watching one of the screens. Eyes behind the mask wandered over the selection of screens before them both.

"What's the next move?" She asked quietly as the mask opened, peeling back plates to reveal herself once more to the Zeltron she trusted. The rest hadn't done much to inspire her loyalty, but she trusted Yula, owed the Perl's that much. They had been kind and welcoming, and friendly above all else. Even if she hadn't seen Kyra of late.

 

[Varn Barakis]

Objective One: Negotiation
Tags: Zorah Cinsilo Kadan Scipora Aayla Shan Sergeant Omen Aien Mueller Yula Perl Chundrall Phalsi Drynchen


"Hold your fire! Goddammit, I said hold your fire! There're hostages in there for kark's sake." Straightening his cap, the sector's police captain turned back to Varn, an apologetic twist to his features. "Sorry about that. New boys getting a bit skittish." Smiling slightly, Jedi Knight Varn Barakis waved the explanation aside. "No need to apologize, Captain. These are stressful times we find ourselves in. People are bound to make mistakes" Nodding, the Captain's expression changed to one of half-hearted relief. "Yeah, well, so long as those mistakes don't cost those people their lives, I guess I can let it slide." Shaking his head, the Captain turned to regard City Hall, his teeth bared in what Varn guessed was frustration. Given the situation, it was understandable. "Whole place has gone to chit. Didn't used to be like this, mind. Once we had peace. Now..."

"Now there's open rioting in the streets, chaos, destruction, and all of it because of a corrupt government that stopped putting the people's interests before their own. And to top it all off, there's the likelihood of an organization fanning the flames in an attempt to twist the mob to serve their purpose." Varn raised a brow. "Sound about right?" The Captain didn't say anything, just grunted. That was all the answer Varn needed. Letting the conversation die, the Zabrak turned his suspicions inwards as he went back to observing the target building. His gaze crept from floor to floor in search of hidden gunmen. He only found the one, but that didn't mean there weren't more. Either way, they weren't his problem. Not really. No, his problem was the host of this little party. A man or woman or group that went by the name of 'Chundrall'. Hostage-taker and threat-maker extraordinaire.

Whoever -or whatever- Chundrall was, so far they had done little in the way of making contact, other than to issue a string of ridiculous demands that the government and perhaps even the Concord had no means of meeting. Or perhaps no interest in meeting. Whatever the case, the decision had been made to deploy a number of Jedi alongside a score more commando units to free the hostages. And that was exactly what Varn intended to do. The politics and the bureaucracy be damned.

Glancing at his hand terminal, the Jedi nodded to himself before turning to the Captain.

"Okay. It's about time I was off. You've been informed of the plan, I take it?" The Captain nodded in return. "Yeah. Me and mine will maintain the cordon until the hostages are safe and secure, but we'll remain on standby just in case. Best of luck to you, Jedi. Try not to get shot." Smiling slightly, Varn could only nod in reply. "I'll try my best. No promises. Till next time, Captain." Something loud happened nearby. Voices raised in anger and the subtle undertones of things being broken filled the air, followed by sirens. Varn didn't turn to investigate. It was just another distraction that he didn't need right now. Testing his comlink, the Knight began to make his way towards City Hall, his pace steady, calm.

"All teams, this is Silver Tongue. Making my approach now."

Walking up a flight of stairs, the Zabrak did his best to ignore the world around him. City Hall grew as he got closer, and before long he found himself stood before the entrance leading to the building's large vestibule. Whoever had done the shooting beforehand was somewhere above him now. Craning his neck, the Knight tried to make out the shooter's position. It wasn't easy, but he managed to spot the face of a man tucked safely amongst a wall of marble and concrete. Somehow.

"Greetings!" He called up to the man- the shooter, he assumed. "Is the boss home? I'd like to have a word."

 

[Caltin Vanagor]

IT'S ALWAYS DARKEST BEFORE THE DAWN...​

Location: Sarako IV OBJ I

Spoiler: Lightsabers

"ELOAH" (Primary - Long Handle)

"ELOHAI" (Secondary - Long Handle)

Spoiler: GEAR

Comm-link, Rebreather, Custom Robes, Battle Armor,Toraynor-Henkan,Advanced Jedi Utility Belt

Spoiler: STARSHIP/COMPANIONS

Starship: Starlight Sentinel, (Dilorian and Bike both in cargo bay)
Companion: Astromech R01R - "Roller", Pilot droid Mu51c - "Music"

Tag: Anyone wanting to interact

Caltin did not hide who he was, he did not hide his lightsabers, he never did. If they were going to try for them, they would get nothing but clubs and/or paperweights, the Kenobi's Legacy" crystal in one and the specialty "Sasori" design in the other made for effective personal security. As he walked around there were those who just wanted to participate in the process, they had nothing to worry about from him. It was those trying to break windows that he pulled away, those throwing "cocktails" that he countered, redirecting the incendiary to an open area that would do no damage. He was drawing ire from those who would concern themselves with little more than doing damage. Those were the thugs he wanted to deal with.

The problem is that they were "inspiring" others to act up as well.

"The Jedi don't care about us!"

"You see? They want to hurt us!"

Soon there was a large crowd around him. None of them were dangerous enough to concern him, especially with his guard up. So the massive Jedi Master stood his ground. Mostly those holding signs encircled the big guy, but he just made eye contact with each of them. Caltin was looking to intimidate no one, though that came fairly naturally, he was looking for thugs.

Can I help you?

He asked, simply.

"We just want to protest, why are you trying to suppress us?"

Is that what you think? I don't care if you are protesting Lunch Lady Doris' meatloaf, if you have a message, you have a right to be heard.

He looked around at those who he could spot as trouble that Caltin was paying more attention to.

It's those who are ruining your message to achieve their own ends that I am concerned with. Those who are egging you on for reasons not your own. Those who are inciting violence against those who do not deserve it.

"The government is proving that they don't care about us!"

"Yeah! If they won't listen to our cries, they'll listen to our fists!"

"Yeah!"

"Wreck'em all!"

Caltin just eyed the last commenter. A move that no doubt intimidated many.

"Wreck'em all"? Really? Even if that is a just cause against the government? What about your fellow citizens? What did they do?

Making his way outside the group, not aggressively, but just to point something out, Caltin pointed at a destroyed noodle shop. It was clearly locally owned by its size, but the damage looked to be a total loss.

Wreck them?

He then pointed at a local refueling station that was burning.

Them?

He then pointed at a storefront, the window was smashed and dividers knocked down, the place looked looted.

What did they do? I'm sure the government really is listening to those who picked up a five-finger discount on those holovid projectors.

This sort of action truly disgusted him, but he would show no malice. This was especially true since the big guy seemed to be making headway with some of them. Of course, what he was waiting for, did indeed happen. As some circled around him again, one took a knife and jammed it into his back right shoulder. The Force, and his musculature was controlling his pain, Caltin simply looked around at everyone, he knew who did it, the Rodiian would get his soon enough, regardless of how fast he was running away, his talk was with the rest. As Caltin slowly pushed the Knife out through the Force and let it fall to the ground, his body was already healing(again, through the Force).

Interesting. You don't want to be silenced, but you're not open to hearing other viewpoints...

... YET THE DAWN ALWAYS COMES.

 

[Aien Mueller]

You know those types you don't want to meet in a dark alley?​

Spoiler: ARMOR(Mission Specific)

Armor - Cybernetic suit (GOLD, BLUE and RED Teams), "Dominion" armor(GREEN Team)
"Apostle" armor(all, GREEN Team when needed)
Mk II armor-w- Rotary and Blaster Vambraces, and Stun Club (all, GREEN Team when needed)

Spoiler: WEAPONS(Mission Specific)

Weapons (assault team)- T-73 Handgun, Combat Knife, FTB Rocket(2 FYB Rockets each, 3 with Flame Carpet warhead)
3 Grenades (each), 2 Fire Grenades (each)
(Infiltrators)- Carbine(Suppressed), T-73 Handgun(Suppressed), Vibroswords, Combat Knife
(Snipers)- M-14 Sniper Rifle, Wrist Blaster, Carbine, God gun
(Assault)- RI-17 Assault Rifle-w-LPD53 Grenade Launcher(5 FYB 40mm grenades each), T-73 Handgun
(Heavy Weapons)- Minigun(if in the field), Defender-Automatic Weapon(if in CQC) Assault Rifle

Spoiler: FIRE TEAMS

GOLD TEAM: Azrael(Assault/Team leader), Castiel(Assault/Pathfinder)
BLUE TEAM: Sauriel(Sniper 1), Michael(Sniper 2), Omael(Overwatch/Sniper3)
RED TEAM: Gabriel(Demo/EOD), Bartleby(Tech/Team Second), Samael(Heavy Weapons)
GREEN TEAM: Chamuel (Infiltrator/Slicer), Zadkiel(Infiltrator/Assassin), Raziel(Infiltrator/Assassin)

Spoiler: TRANSPORT TEAMS

PEGASUS 1- Jeremiel(Pilot), Barachiel(Weapons)
PEGASUS 2- Ariel(Pilot), Uriel(Weapons)
PEGASUS 3- - Barachiel(Pilot)*
PEGASUS 4- Uriel(Pilot)*
*When needed. Weapons Intercept officers will be assigned randomly

FIST
RONTO 1- Raguel(Driver), Selaphiel(Gunner), Jegudiel(Cover)

Ship Captain/Teams Overwatch - Seraphim
Ship Engineer/Tech/Teams Overwatch - Jophiel
Ship Corpsman - Raphael
Ship Pilot(s)/Gunner(s) - Batariel,Jeremiel, Barachiel, Ariel, Uriel

ORDERS: Sarko IV Objective I
Tag: Zorah Cinsilo Kadan Scipora Aayla Shan Sergeant Omen Yula Perl Chundrall Phalsi Drynchen

Why is she addressing you by name?

... and who is "Team 2"?

Azrael (Captain Mueller) just shook his head as he pinched the bridge of his nose. He could not fault the girl, whoever she was (definitely a Jedi) for her lack of understanding of their protocols, but he... wait... what was that flash?

GET DOWN!

Taking fire from an unknown location!

Rooftop!

No! Top floor, left side!

This was a ploy, the shots that were being taken were the type one would take in a tactical retreat. The guy was missing on purpose as if baiting them to respond.

[Blue Team! If you have a shot, take it!]

They would not have a complete shot though, only at the rifle, which Sauriel took immediately.

"Ordering all units to breach!"

No!

"Breach now!"

Waving his hands, jumping up, and sprinting over to the local constable's position, ripping the comm-link out of his hand.

Any of you who moves without my "go ahead" has my team to deal with. If you want the deaths of those hostages and the ire of an entire Special Forces Team with more resources and firepower than you, try me!

He wasn't one to make threats like this, they were gratuitous, but this was a situation that needed precision and all these idiots were going to do was wreck any chance of rescuing the hostages. They had a chance to do this right, but it meant more work than this. "Don't you dare try and usurp my command!" The Commander yelled out at Azrael who just grabbed him by the neck, only to be pulled back by Castiel and Gabriel. As others drew their weapons, Samael unslung his, and he was much bigger.

If there is so much a scratch on one of those hostages, it will be because of you, you moron. From this point on, you wait for my call, and I wait for the Jedi's call.

Then the Rotary blaster opened upon them. Blue Team had a shot on the cannon.

... yeah, we scare them.

 

[Sergeant Omen]

Omeal was quick to go prone when the shooting started, the bolts colliding into the wall he took cover behind. He quickly set up behind the cover, getting a bead on the Machine Gunner in his sights.

[Blue Team! If you have a shot, take it!]

The Clone took a breath and thought about all that lead him to this moment, the good times and bad and all the new people he had met along the way before taking his shot, and he.... muffed it with the shot going past the gunner and hitting the back wall of the room. He could already hear Sauriel heckling him in the background. "Rookie, if you can't make the shot, leave it to the professionals. I'll take care of that guy for..." Before the more veteran sniper could get set up a shot, the ARC had closed his eyes, dived into his inner self and closed his eyes, and fired a bolt into the shooter's head. "Thanks, I have it handled..." Hopefully, that would keep the team off his back for the time being.

The trooper could only take out the binocs again and wait for another bad guy to show himself in the building. By chance, he looked into one of the remaining windows where the hostages were that hadn't been covered up. He saw one of the hostages, a curled-up Twilek female that must have been a receptionist crying and shivering in fear with a device on her neck, a red flashing light going strong in the center of it. His mind flashed awake and he knew only one thing that those disks could be before reporting in. "Boss, the hostages are bobby trapped. Warn anyone going in there to preceded with extra caution..." These guys were not messing around. Omeal would not want to be the Jedi tasked with talking to those angry people right now. In the background, Micheal shot down a fleeing Rodian that one of the Jedi in the crowd had let stab him "Can't let you guys have all the fun now, can I?" No, no he could not, they were going to have all hands on deck to complete this mission without the whole City Hall reigning down on them and the restless crowd below.​

 

[Lofdrrl]

Objective III
Location: Neutron Star II-series Bulk Cruiser Chained Passion, near Sarko IV
Allies: Pirates and Criminals
Enemies: Garus the Hutt A ARS VAMI

Lofdrrl bellowed out an enraged howl as the Excalibur launched counterattacks of its own. While the Passion's particle shields did have to briefly lower to launch its fighters, its ion shields and anti-concussion fields did not which helped contain some of the damage. Amanda's ion warhead exploded within the hangar, frying circuitry for many of the ship's electronical hangar system and disabling a pair of fighter gigs awaiting to take-off. A motley array of pirate mechanics and repair droids rushed into the hangar to try and repair the damage wrought within the hangar. Almost immediately, Amanda's Zerek became the target of the bulk cruiser's many quad laser cannons and short-range turbolasers.

Lofdrrl banged the armrest of his chair as he turned his rage to focus on the Excalibur, which quickly sought to put some distance between it and the Passion. A cruel smile ripped across his furred face. As the Excalibur brought its pair of long-ranged 4080 cannons to fire on the Passion, the Passion retaliated by firing dozens of energy torpedoes back at the frigate - bottled explosive plasma surged through the black void of space to lash out at the Excalibur. The bulk cruiser's deflector and ion shields began to flare up under the enemy frigate's fire.

"This is a harder enemy than we thought," muttered Narvin, his twi'lekk first mate.

Lofdrrl bobbed his head in agreement, "<<<But not an insurmountable one. Jam them and pull back our fighters so that we can help defend them>>>."

Narvin relayed the commands and the pirate crew sought to hurriedly enact them. The bulk cruiser's SIG-220 Jammers began to blast out electronic noise to flood enemy communication's systems with static and overwhelm enemy sensors with fake targeting data. The Zerek Zeniths and Tau Devastators let out a flood of concussion missiles at the droid fighters to cover their withdraw even as the bulk cruiser provided the fighters with additional protection through its KL-44 Commander shield generators. Most of the Passion's short-ranged turbolasers and quad laser cannons redirected their fire at any droid fighter that came too close to the bulk cruiser. Under this barrage of fire, the Passion's minelayers began to pump out
Stoic Missile Sentries to better combat any droid fighters that got too close while other minelayers flung out repair drones to help repair any of the pirate fighters that had suffered damage. Lofdrrl snarled as he watched the exchange of fire.

"Don't forget about the true prize, captain," whispered Narvin into the wookiee's ear.

"<<<I know that! That cargo ship will be ours!>>>"

 

[Arden Durane]

Locations:Sarko IV
Objective 2:
Tags: Open
Equipment: Armor / Basic Lightsaber

To hear about everything that was happening on Sarko it was disheartening to the commander as the shuttle ripped through hyperspace in route to the planet. Arden had gathered a detachment from the Lion guard to accompany him on this venture. Arden currently stood in the briefing room gathering details about the incidents occurring. Riots were always a terrible thing, protesting was a different story but now these elevate above their station and were not threatening hundreds if not thousands of lives. Supplies medical, food and such had been brought to help these efforts, the innocent were to be protected above all else.

"We will clear the way upon landing. Set up a small camp for operations and seal off the area. From there we can get the wounded and sick through, women, children and those wanting to just escape the chaos. Once the camp is set up, we will push into the city and gain a foothold one block at a time. Any individuals caught harming anyone or destroying any more structures will be placed under arrest and held until Justice deems what to be done with them. We are not going to be using lethal force. Is that understood?" Arden inquired towards the lion guard members in this room as he would pass message on to the rest of them. "We represent his Majesty Thurion Heavenshield as well as the Concord and we will conduct ourselves as he would in a situation like this."

The last thing he wanted was to bring a bad name to Thurion because of their actions. Arden was handed this charge and he wouldn't do anything to jeopardize that or bring shame or anything like that to the Concord and especially Thurions family.

 

[Kadan Scipora]

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OBJECTIVE I: Save the Hostages.​

Equipment: 1x lightsaber, Kadan's Armor, 2x OS-101 Retractable Vibro-Sword, OS-PBC-770-FFE, OS-104 "Reaper" Variable Strength Blaster Pistol, The Afterthought.​

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Tag: Zorah Cinsilo Aayla Shan Varn Barakis Yula Perl Aien Mueller Sergeant Omen Phalsi Drynchen Caltin Vanagor​

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He grinned as she commented about 4U's language, something that he agreed with her on. The droid had a serious problem, but aside from a memory wipe, there was no way to fix it. "Yea, well, least he's got character you know?" Well, that much was certainly true.​

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Though with the pair settling down, he had to admit that Aayla was correct, there wasn't a whole lot they could do to stop the riots. But, they could accomplish their mission. Pushing back from the edge of the building, he registered what she had said, about this feeling like a trap, and caught sight of the blaster fire erupting from down below. There was certainly something at play here, but what, he hadn't a clue. Shaking his head, he rubbed his brow, before sliding his mask on over his face. Oddly enough, he preferred fighting the Bryn over this. Least then the only life at stake was usually his own. But that wasn't a healthy way of viewing things. Aayla had raised her arm, firing off a line launcher and securing an entrance at the front of the building, they need only eliminate the two guards on stand by. "Hey, nice shot." He said softly, moving towards the line, and attaching his rappelling device and secured it to the line.​

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'Not going to lie, first time doing this, and I can't say I'm thrilled.' He would whisper to Aayla, trying to get himself ready for this little operation.​

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He was rather glad she had taken all of the additional training, all he had on hand were Mandalorian call signs and tactics. Seeing as how time was not exactly on their side, he moved to go first, teething himself to the device, and leaping from the building. Immediately, he felt his stomach drop, as the speed picked up, his body traveling faster towards the objective, but not entirely sure how he planned to stop himself once he arrived there. He could smell the smoke, practically feel the flames, the panic, and the suffering that was festering within this city. It was almost too much to bear.​

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The padawan closed his eyes, focusing on the force, as he waited for just the right moment to strike. The wind racing past his head, the sensation of falling that was prodding at the back of his head, it all faded away. Rather, he reached for Aayla's presence to steady himself, and his senses as they pushed outwards to encompass the surrounding area.​

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'Now.'​

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He released himself from the device, rolling onto the ground, using the force to soften his impact so he wouldn't make a sound. He knelt down, his senses alerting him to the position of the guards, as they were nearly complete with their pass; just enough time for Aayla to make it across. He moved to the side, making room for her to make her own entrance, and would prepare to strike when the two guards rounded for their next pass. They'd have to move quickly after this, though all they needed to make was an opening.​

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That ideally wouldn't be too hard to manage, right?​

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Right?​

 

[Yula Perl]

Objective 1 | Barricaded inside Sarkopolis city hall

Allies | Chundrall | Phalsi Drynchen

??? | Kadan Scipora | Aayla Shan | Caltin Vanagor | Aien Mueller | Sergeant Omen | Varn Barakis

“Yuh huh.”

Through an open-mouthed expression of surprise, Yula slurped up the remainder of the noodles she’d been eating. Chundrall had excellent timing, and she grumbled as much.

What? Camping the cameras was boring 99% of the time. Now that the action was finally kicking up, Yula scrambled to find the right camera angle—ugh, no, turns out she didn’t have access to every camera in city hall as she had earlier. Swearing at the inconvenience, the Zeltron put down her carton of takeout and used both hands to type rapidly on the holoboard, flipping through angles and bypassing security blocks she thought she’d taken care of.

“Stupid—oh, hello.” Her fingers suddenly stopped moving when the feeds flipped to an image of Kadan and a white-haired woman slipping past the perimeter. She sent the camera droid closer to press in on their faces, obscured into the background with its distortion technology. “What do we got heeeere.”

Phalsi’s image materialized on the opposite screen, and Yula gave her a lazy smile. “None yet. Although-" She leaned back, glancing at the image of Kadan; he was somehow familiar, if vaguely. “Things are getting spicy over there—might wanna head over and make sure ours come back with all thier fingers intact.” No doubt she’d heard the gunfire by now.

With that, Yula flipped the camera angle back to a wide-shot of city hall, sending Chundrall the live feed.

“Here ya go, boss.”

 

[Phalsi Drynchen]

BE A THORN
Objective: 1 - Be a Witness to the People. Counter the Siege. Protect the Hostages.
Equipment: Under-Armor, Clothes-How they look, The Mask, J.I.C. Cloak, Scope- utility belt, Wrist Device, Slicing/Gaming Tool, The Encoil, Stowaway Node, Clarion Personal Translator
Weapons: Four Zenji Needles, Pair of Blue Lightsabers, Hard Light Weapon, Pair of Shock Whips
Tags: Allies? Yula Perl Chundrall
"Enemies": Kadan Scipora Aayla Shan Aien Mueller Caltin Vanagor Sergeant Omen
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There was a pause as she patched in, familiar face fixated on something as she was pointed to what she guess was some trouble afoot. There was a wry smile, thinking on how she would put this into a formal report.

So yeah...I fought some of our own. They probably hate me, I need a new mask cause I don't want to get shanked at the dining hall tables. Didn't kill them though! The interaction was already playing out in her head as she pressed the Mask back on.

"Rodger dodger. On my way there." She informed the zeltron before making her way towards the roof. She could hear everything in a slowly growing mix of what sounded like the people she was currently among on the loosing side.

"Time to do some sketchy sith-spit do dah, do dah-." She sang, the mechanical voice announcing her presence up the last flight of stairs towards the roof. Taking it two at a time, the half mask provided her warning of life signs ahead as she neared the rood access point.

"About to do some sketchy sith-spit do dah, do dah-." She continued singing to no one, trying the handle and finding it jammed shut. Her lips drew tight in frustration, putting one whip handle in its holster before drawing her hard light weapon and letting it form into a machete shape before working it into the lock.

"All well an fine till you need backup you dullards, and-" the door popped loose of its hold as she strode onto the roof with a small air of confidence about her as she looked around."I have to break things."

Two familiar sensations in the force were present...and likely attacking. Aw feth. She sighed mentally, placing the hard light weapon back in its case as it shut off. The blue light fading as she tilted her masked face. It covered her features, but had remained open along the top half of the backside.

Had remained open to reveal that tell tale black and green hair tied into a bun that held her secret weapons.

She frowned behind the mask, her hands filling with the handles of a lightsaber and one whip that hadn't been deployed yet. It might look like dual sabers to them, but she glanced about the open space around her.

"Light fades, Stratza." she hollered over to the pair, knowing that Aayla would know what the phrase meant. She sighed knowing what was likely to come next. A closed hand reached up to her mask, scratching a spot just behind the mask on her neck.

The two guards on patrol swung around at her arrival, blasters aimed as she simply stared at the pair for a long quiet moment. She gestured at them both, nodding toward the now open door she had left behind her. They frowned to one another, dropping their aim and moved inside.