Dominion Dream Sweet in Sea Major | GA Dominion of Eufornis & J't'p'tan

[Athena D-13]

Location: J't'p'tan
Objective: II - Blizzard Bounty Business
Actors: Loske Treicolt , Lyra 'Sybila' Voikryt , Bernard of Arca , @anyone I'm missing ; Bounty Hunters!

This Unit was designed for infiltration and assassination, to assume the skin of living person and wear their uniform to get past checkpoints into position few other hunters were capable of. She was better than organic hiding under a holographic disguise, as holograms could potentially be picked up by droids and intelligent scanners... but the flesh she wore fooled even lifeform scanners. To any ordinary person, This Unit could be anyone at a moment's notice.

The cold, however, was a pain she could relate to. Her shivering and stilted motions were not some act she put on to appear more organic but were in fact her own servos acting up in the frigid cold, or the synthetic flesh over her body becoming brittle in the face of the blizzard winds. She was not built to withstand temperatures like these, but her loyalty circuits to the Bounty Hunters Guild overrode her self-protection protocols. So when she became assigned to hunt Bernard of Arca , Loske Treicolt , and Lyra 'Sybila' Voikryt , she went where they went. She, and few other Bounty Hunters of different backgrounds and strategies, came to this world using their insider information.

Now was the time for an ambush.

Except, instead of being equipped with a blaster to assassinate, her weapon would be subterfuge and sabotage. Already the other Bounty Hunters began to work, luring soldiers away from the group with blaster shots and silence, and this allowed for an opportunity for This Unit. With uncanny silence in the roar of the winds, the droid produced a knuckle plate vibro blade and obliterated the soldier's vocal cords along with the rest of its throat before dragging them away into the depths of snow.

No one would notice the missing tail party member for at least a handful of minutes before the next check-in and in that time the droid was able to remove their armor and copy their appearance. In moments, the droid returned to the soldier's party, before the word "Contact" came over the broadcast...

 

[Zahara Myneto]

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Bridge // ASV "Liberator" // Liberator Class Star Defender
// Entering J't'p'tan Orbit // Deep Core Region //
Grand Admiral Vel'alari Constantine Oliva Dorian Sevanar
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Headaches were not fun. Zahara leaned his back onto the headrest of his command chair, as the Liberator completed it's jump deeper into the J't'p'tan System, after receiving a communique from GADF High Command, informing him of the pirate base within system, who were very much on the verge of utter annihilation. It was a mop-up operation, easy enough, he would have thought.

But, the job of an Admiral was never easy and of course there was a surprise waiting for him, attacking the pirate base. "Weapons free. Pirate targets only. Someone get me whoever is in command of that fleet" He quietly spoke to the rest of the bridge crew before rising from his chair to the holo-communicator located at the back of the bridge.

"Attention Imperial Warships, this is Admiral Lord Myneto of the Galactic Alliance Seventh System Fleet. First, may we offer some assistance and second, please introduce yourself. Forgive me if I wasn't aware of an Imperial presence in this sector"

 

[Camo Orerig]

Eufornis Major // South Riadan Space Port // Objective 2 - Pyke Peril Problemsolving

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Camo observed the docking bay from his vantage point, hidden in the shadows of the shipping containers he could see the majority of the bay, the entrance wasn't visible but that was covered by other members of the squad. He didn't enjoy relying on others, he never did but it was a necessary evil on joint operations like this.

The comms cut through the silence as they came through his earpiece, the shipment was on it's way and Jom Hu was likely already here. A quick sweep of the visible area from Camo showed no signs of the man, "copy that, bounty not visible" he spoke calmly and clearly.

It was now a waiting game, who would blink first, it was obvious Jom Hu wasn't an amateur but neither were they, they were some of the most highly trained military personnel the Galactic Alliance had to offer. Camo waited patiently for any sign of movement.

 

[Constantine Oliva]

Grand Admiral Vel'alari Zahara Myneto Dorian Sevanar

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This had just gotten even more complicated, though dealing with the pirates would be much easier. Admiral Myeneto had arrived with a fleet, but now the Bilbringi fleet was here too. How much firepower did these admirals think was necessary to deal with pirates? The help was appreciated none the less, but Constantine had some questions he wanted to ask both Myneto and this new "Grand Admiral" Vel'Alari. If she did indeed lead a small nation on the galactic scale, then she may be here on purpose, to open diplomatic ties...he may as well try.

"Lieutenant, bring us to the pirates then. This won't take long...Maybe take us on a route that brings us closer to those mystery Star Destroyers than Admiral Myneto's fleet.'

"Yessir!"

"All guns, target the pirate vessels. Be careful of the TIES."

This wouldn't take long, with multiple star destroyers helping combat the pirates. The pirates probably didn't have any ships larger than frigate-sized, at most. Hawk would be lucky to get any kills with the amount of firepower the two Admirals brought with them. As he was only commanding a single ship, there wasn't much micromanaging he needed to do. Or really, much to do. So, Constantine prepared to greet the Grand Admiral when the fight was over.

 

[Leon Gallo]

Objective 1
Auteme Serena Rylvin Kathryn Foster Barr Vexos

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It was cold. Even with his winter gear, it was cold. Cold was not something Leon liked. Shivering, Leon looked at the other members of his party. He hadn't met the others until now, and he had met Auteme once before. This wasn't the best way to bond whit people, in the young Jedi's mind. after their shuttle mysteriously stopped working, Leon took a few minutes trying to fix the thing before the group got going. His foot still hurt from kicking it out of frustration.

Leon didn't know much of the Fallanassi, aside from the fact that they were powerful force users. He did know they were investigating ruins, and ruins of a civilization usually meant some dead bodies. Maybe, if the Fallanassi were indeed such powerful force users, some of their ghosts may have stuck around. If they did, maybe he could experiment with the force channeling ability he had been recently taught in the Field of Blades. When Auteme announced she was going in, Leon followed her, inviting the other padawans to follow.

"Let's go. Something feels wrong about this place, and I don't want to get split up."

Something did feel wrong. He couldn't quite tell, but something was there. Ghosts perhaps? More likely other living beings, probably a looter of some kind. At least, Leon hoped.

 

[Kathryn Foster]

Objective: 1 - Team Aurek
Wearing: Medium armor, currently colored in white snow camo, with following equipment and gear.
Loadout: BAW-88 Blaster Carbine, LBP-3 Light Blaster Pistol
Tags: Barr Vexos , Auteme , Leon Gallo , Serena Rylvin, open!


Atleast, it was nice seeing her kindness had effect on the man. Taking him down a few notches from that outrage earlier. His response to her offering made her crack a soft smile behind the scarf protecting her face from the chilly air within the temple. The temple that already had a small but brooding effect on some of the group, making them some more uneasy than others.

''Well, we got plenty of rations to last us a couple of days...'' she said, and motioned casually towards a few containers and backpacks that had been stacked up next to a wall.

Kathryn let her alert and curious gaze wander upwards across the walls and to the ceiling. One could almost feel the freeze from the stone the temple was made of, simply by looking on it. She felt it, and she saw it. The anxiety in somes eyes. It was important now that they; the officers and the jedi did not show the same or became contaminated with the fear, but instead boosted the morale by staying professional and remained hopeful. Sure, she too felt that something unknown did lure down in the deep dark corridors that one could see gaping ominously further down the hallway.

The mans next question caught her a bit off-guard in her wonderings about this place. She looked back at him again and had a thought of it for a second, re-adjusting the carbine that hang in a sling around her neck.

''Oh, you mean like... the Infinite Empire?'' she said, before throwing another glance around trying to hear or spot something that gave them another clue. Looking back at the man, she continued, ''Simple slavers, if you ask me! And I'm not intending to end like any of their victims.''

Those rakatans had been cruel to the galaxy, alright.

While they got a small base camp set up, a swift thought of politeness struck her and she offered the man a gloved hand. While getting all 'ma'amed' was nice and on protocol, it was more nice to know the name of who you were talking to. Besides, small-talk usually was a good way to keep anxiety away from people. Even if they both knew very well that they had business to attend to.

''I'm Kathryn, and you are?''

 

[Loske Treicolt]

J't'p'tan // Objective II // Team Besh // Blizzard Bounty Business
Lyra 'Sybila' Voikryt // Bernard of Arca // Bounty Availability: PENDING // Athena D-13
Shipping Up to Boston​

<Bernard!> Her outstretched palm was met with nothing but snowflakes, emptily grasping after the fleeing Padawan who charged into the fray without reserve. Their group was quickly thinning. The Legion Commander they’d been travelling with had split off into the void of white, unintentionally, a few minutes ago.

Strength in numbers didn’t seem to resonate well with many.

The cluster of Rangers around them kept their Thunderwasps levelled, peering through their scopes to discover the threatening silhouettes that were interfering with their group. Trigger fingers itching. Loske at the helm with her golden blade helped orient them in the tumultuous environment. It sizzled every so often with the touch of ice against it.

<Stay together, keep your scopes pointed out –– this feels like an ambush.> How could anyone know they were here?

One of the rangers dropped to a knee, activating the sonic resonator on their vambrace. A powerful emission of waves radiated from his person, seeking, bouncing, redirecting, through solids and snow. <I have a read on at least three mobile...no, four.> The Ranger confirmed, translating the results of the detector. <There's something in the ground a way's back.> The fellow with the sonar reader communicated <Seems big. Body-sized.> His head snapped up and looked left and right. <Where’s Hooks?>
Hooks, beloved ranger, was lying in the snow with his throat staining the snow. But his physique was here, amongst them. The ranger exhaled a sigh of relief and stood up to clap the snow-covered shoulder of who he thought was his companion. <Worried me for a minute there, man.>

An announcement of contact came through, and Loske clenched her teeth –– straining her eyes to Bernard’s direction and where the report from the Imperial had come from. Depending on the naked eye was pretty well for naught. <Do you need backup?>

She whirled around, the direction where the commander had been pulling up the rear. The contrast of flames against the grey and white indicative enough of a bad guy. The ranger on her left followed her point, and sent a blast of plasma in the direction of the jet pack. Another shot rang out toward it’s shoulder. Whether or not the aim was good, the hunter atop Lyra would be forced on the back foot at least.

<Something’s wrong.> Loske murmured, eyes darting about her immediate company of rangers. Her stomach tightened in the way it often did before she was either shot at or electrocuted or something.

 

[Jasol Dorsian]

Location: Eufornis Major
Objective: [Primary] Funding Freedom's Future - Socialize [Secondary] BYOO - Investigate Skirmish over J't'p'tan
Tags: [Primary] Open [Secondary] Grand Admiral Vel'alari Constantine Oliva Dorian Sevanar Zahara Myneto

At this point Dorsian had fully commandeered his aide's datapad and was relaying orders to the frigates. He had yet seen anyone of particular interest at the fundraiser so a commanding frigates on a datapad would have to do. "Imperial ships. Interesting" he said to himself as he began thinking how they could benefit Sanjin. Dorsian looked to his aide and asked "Please remind me what is the current production output for our gas mining." The aide responded "Gas mining is going up as we speak. In the past month we've seen production output jump 16% with an expected 11% growth in the next. We expect it to slowly stagnate after 8 months of mining." Dorsian nodded as the information came through. Having an aide who had memorised all the necessary information was useful, especially as Dorsian was beginning to go into his fifties.

"We must watch these imperials carefully. The alliance has always been wary of Imperial Remnant groups but they could provide interesting business prospect, especially considering how useful our gas is in making weapons of war." he said to his aide. The opportunities and risks. Dorsian would need to see how this all played out and whether the Alliance was accepting of these Imperials before making any moves with his gas. He looked down once more to the datapad and sent around the next orders to the frigate captains. The Boneshatter's were ordered in a flanking manoeuvre, clear of the other vessels, preparing to fire with concussion missiles. Dorsian needed precise and accurate hits in order to avoid any mishaps with allied forces. Once in range the Boneshatter's came to a halt and slowly began firing missiles one by one at pirate vessels. Most found there mark with a few of the targeted pirate ships managing to activate their countermeasures in time.

 

[Adhira Chandra]

Eufornis Major // Little Coruscant
Objective I: Funding Freedom's Future
Open To Interaction

Adhira once again found herself in the presence of wealthy nobles and power players of the galaxy on the far-flung city-planet of Eufornis Major. She was dressed in brightly colored azure robes with a gaudy chest piece that dug uncomfortably to her sternum and the large sapphire earrings dangling on either side of her head were starting to give her a headache. As was the conversation around her. She'd managed to find herself lodged in a group of vapid low-level politicians discussing the drawbacks of the universal basic income - how it apparently made citizens of the Alliance lazy. It took all of her willpower not to slap one of them.​

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So, when one of the Senate Guardsmen approached to inform her of an urgent message on her communique she jumped at the opportunity to slip away from her captors. "Ah, yes, thank you, captain. Please excuse me... urgent business," she half lied, before taking the communicator from the guard and sweeping away to a relatively remote area of the party.​

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"Admiral?" Adhira spoke in a low voice as she pulled up the image of a stately looking Balmorran Admiral on the bridge of one of their ships. She noted the sound of urgent voices in the background. "Has the fleet arrived at Yurb?"​

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"We are preparing to drop out of hyperspace now, ma'am."​

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"Good. We cannot afford the let the Bryn'adul advance any further west. The Silver Jedi must hold their line." She inadvertently became louder the more forceful a tone she adopted, but quickly returned to a whisper. "I want regular updates, Admiral. Failure is not an option."​

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"Yes, ma'am."​

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The communicator went dark and Adhira stepped out from behind the pillar she'd been hiding behind to hand the clear device back to the Senate Guard who'd given it to her. She was very heavily invested in the Silver Jedi's defensive efforts. The Bryn'adul were a grave threat, perhaps more so than the Sith and she feared what would be unleashed if they gained a foothold. There was little time to dwell on that though as she had a fundraiser to... patronize. She mastered herself before gliding back out into the crowd.​

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She was glad to be rid of her original conversation partners but now found herself adrift and in need of stimulating conversation.​

 

[Lirranne Isaris]

Eufornis Major - South-Riadan Spaceport
Objective: 2 - Pyke Peril Problemsolving
Astraea Tagge | Camo Orerig | Lirranne Isaris | Republic Engineering | Din Marren

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"Marauder Team in position."

Lirri was alone, standing in what would have been complete darkness if not for the various sensor systems her armor suit had. She was far from isolated though, a quick glance at the HUD showed the positions of her five squadmates, as well as the various other units in position for this operation. She'd been there for hours now, with little to do but plan, re-plan, and think idle thoughts. Learning how to wait was one of those essential military skills, you developed techniques to make time pass.

The ACEVAS, though specifically designed for operations in space and onboard ships, was perfectly capable of use on ground. The operator had mostly full mobility and range of motion, all limitations of the old Zero-G Stormtrooper Armor it was inspired by. It was, however, still a big bulky powersuit, which meant simply walking into the spaceport, crouching behind corners and waiting for the targets to come into the open the old fashioned way was out of the question. Instead Lirri had taken a page from her insurgent days. They'd smuggled the armor in on shipping crates a few days before, each contained with a battery unit to keep it charged. Several hours ago, well before the Pyke shuttle was due to arrive, Lirri and her team had made their way to their designated crates, gotten suited up, and then waited.

Lirri's team was a blocking force, supposed to simply close off a few exits. Three two-man teams, with the judgement being that the heavy armor and firepower of the ACEVAS meant they could cover a lot of territory with only a handful of bodies. She checked her rifle again, the same Wester Carbine she'd had since Sluis Van, then ran a diagonostic on the armor. Green across the board. If the Pyke's decided to try anything they were in for a bad time.

 

[Athena D-13]

Location: J't'p'tan
Objective: II - Blizzard Bounty Business
Actors: Loske Treicolt , Lyra 'Sybila' Voikryt , Bernard of Arca , @anyone I'm missing ; Bounty Hunters!

The howling winds had certainly done its part in masking her approach and assassination of the soldier known as 'Hooks', as she came to find out once joining the soldier's party from the rear. However, it had also prevented her from making an adequate recording of his voice before she thoroughly destroyed his ability to make a voice. This presented a minor issue, but one she thought she could cover down on.

As the soldier, she nodded to what she assumed to be the superior non-commissioned officer of the group but then knocked against her helmet with a fist while imitating a muffled voice, and outstretched her hand as if to say that her radio or annunciator wasn't working. The scarf covering her face concealing her otherwise wordless lips.

Hoping the ruse works, the soldier-disguised-droid scoped out those of the ranger and, a golden bladed Jedi. Though it brought guidance to her troops, it likewise acted as a lantern to where the other Bounty Hunters came to it like a moth to a flame. Using her connection to the other Bounty Hunters, she was able to figure out where they were located roughly in the storm. Although the other Rangers had good equipment and were actively looking for the Hunters in the storm after Contact was confirmed, This Unit was still faster being an inside man.

Typically, friendly fire between Bounty Hunters was forbidden, as was sabotage in many cases... but as a Droid, she knew that hunting other Guild Hunters was forbidden and that sabotage was only disallowed when the other Hunter held a Bounty in custody. As such, since she was not hunting the Guild member and they did not have a Bounty in custody, she was able to calculate that aiming upon a fellow hunter under the guise of a Ranger would improve her chances of infiltration by bringing attention away from her. So the second soldier that fired on the Jet Packing Bounty Hunter? It was her, trying to dispel doubt that she was not Hook.

If they were suspicious, they'd have to figure out it after combat...

 

[Hypatia Arresh]

B Y O O
Eufornis Major
Post 3

Why did they always run? Hypatia didn't have all day and that guy was gonna be looking all around for her, so rather than have him run all over the transit hub. She played it soft, flushed against a wall so when he looked around he would see nothing but the other civilians who were looking to go about their day. The Mandalorian instead would keep to the shadows and make the man's heart rate increase. She flipped through her hud's viewmodes and engaged the blood pressure monitor, making adjustments for his species, age and gender. Between this and the tracking fob, it should be relatively easy to pick him out from the crowd.​

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If he got onto a transport she could in theory follow him onto it, assuming it was a train in one form or another - or maybe a shuttle. Speeder? Well that would just mean a speeder chase and she would honestly, rather not. She waited, and he kept looking, he'd move to another alcove or console and look around. People would continue to pass him by, he'd feel more at ease but still on edge. Eventually he would enter a train, and the Bounty Hunter wouldn't be too far behind him. ​

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While she was hard pressed to 'act' casual in a crowded train, it was probably easier than she had thought. The sight Mandalorians these days wasn't too unusual, maybe this far out. Still, no one paid her much attention and that allowed her to walk through the train and her prey began to feel as if they were being watched. ​

 

[Bernard of Arca]

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J't'p'tan
Objective II
Team Besh or Blizzard Bounty Business
Actors: Loske Treicolt , Lyra 'Sybila' Voikryt ; Athena D-13 , Bounty Hunters!

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Snowflakes showered his face as he charged into the sea of white. His eyes were barely open as he strained to see, anything at all. The sudden dangers of real combat brought him out of the almost trance-like state of mind he'd managed just a few moments prior. That profoundly vivid connection to the world around him faded, and a more rational approach took the reigns.

The bolt had come from up ahead, somewhere deep in the blizzard. He traced its path from memory. Visual calculus pieced together what information its origin offered into a semi-complete picture. A vector from the bolt's point of impact at the tree turned into red yarn stretching out into the blizzard, to some indeterminant point their adversary had occupied several moments ago. Their attacker was somewhere out there, likely repositioning after the initial shot.

The bolt had a distinct red colour, suggesting a common-make blaster utilizing cheap tibanna gas, and, based on its distinctive whine, it was set to a higher intensity than the average model too. Relative ranges, power settings, and plasma field degradation times ran through his mind, eliminating blaster models based on numerous criteria. He wasn't dealing with a pistol. Visibility was too weak for a long-range rifle attack to present a viable option. A carbine seemed the most logical choice. It was easy to wield, had sufficient range, and above all enough firepower to burn through the armour of an Alliance soldier. The weapon most commonly found its way into the hands of special forces or hunters.

He stopped in his tracks, sliding a short distance in the snow.

The bounties. Just a few weeks back the Sith had issued bounties on Galactic Alliance personnel. There was no cause for special forces to ambush a group of lower-ranking Alliance personnel, at least none he could think of on the spot. But a hunter, to whom any quarry posed a paycheck, had plenty reason to come after them on an obscure world with blizzards that robbed their prey of sight and voice.

He snapped his fingers as he turned around, cursing himself. Separating from the group was about the worst thing he could have done. He needed to get back; and fast.

Swift steps began to carry him towards the beacon of Loske's sabre when another streak of light caught his attention just above. A dark figure shot through the skies, suddenly plunging out of sight like an arrow, straight down. Bingo.

The shock that flared just ahead ripped all sense of satisfaction from his deduction's confirmation. His brows furrowed as he chased after the hunter, all the while reaching out through the Force. Just ahead, he felt the hunter's presence, along with his victim. He locked onto their echoes in the Force, even as a dark purpose swirled around them, a bad taste that stung as it filled his senses. He grimaced. They were only a few paces away. He pulled his free hand back to wind up a punch.

The moment the hunter's helmet came into view, he surged forward, planting his fist square against the man's temple. A loud clang sounded as he was swept off his feet and into the snow. The sudden burst of violence had come as a complete shock to the man. His focus had been with his quarry the moment Bernard emerged from the blizzard; he'd never even seen his foe coming.

Bernard came to a sliding halt again, picking the unconscious hunter up by the collar of his shirt to keep the man from being buried in the snow. He wasn't heartless after all. His lightsabre clipped to his utility belt, and he turned to the hunter's victim, thoroughly planted in the snow.

"Uhm ... need help?" he yelled over the storm, extending his free hand.

 

[Trevin Neros]

Eufornis Major - South Riadan Spaceport
Objective II
Peeps: Astraea Tagge | Camo Orerig | Lirranne Isaris | Republic Engineering | Din Marren

"You ever tried spice?"

"Once when I was younger, never found the appeal, kept me up all night."

Trevin pulled his binoculars down as the Lieutenant pointed out the transport vessel. He turned back around and crouched back down and looked out at his team. Drave and Lilst had been assigned to accompany him on the mission and the two were sitting down, carbines between their legs, tossing rocks as they awaited the transport to come in. "Transport is inbound, boys." He pulled up his carbine and gave it a once over. He knew it was loaded, he knew it was ready to fire, and he knew it would work. But it was habit. You took care of your carbine more than you took care of yourself. When you needed it most, you wanted it to work.

"What about you, Sarge?" Drave said curiously as he pulled his carbine from in between his legs and stood up. "You ever tried spice?"

"Nah," Trevin said as he stood up and peeked out from behind his shipment container and watched as the transport slowly landed. Their objective was simple. Watch as Ligma team secured the transport and make sure nothing fishy went on from behind, above, or below them. They were going to be providing basic support to ensure that the main team could secure the target. "I don't touch stuff that messes with my head." He lifted his finger and tapped the side of his head with a grin on his face. "You don't tamper with perfection."

"Nova team is in position." He radioed Din Marren on his comm link. "Try and let the Rangers have some fun today, Lieutenant." He smirked and hoped the Lieutenant had a sense of humor. You never could tell with those CO's.

 

[Din Marren]

Eufornis Major // South-Riadan Spaceport
Objective: 2 - Pyke Peril Problemsolving
Equipment: See bio. (Assets)
Complement: Camo Orerig | Trevin Neros | Lirranne Isaris | Astraea Tagge | Republic Engineering

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>>Marauder Team in position<<
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<<Affirmative Marauder-1. Cut those exits once we move in,>> he answers over the team's comms, pulling his viperwasp tighter to his chest as the ray shield entrance of the isolated docking bay drops to allow the transport to enter. Din chews on his lip when the ranger reports that they have no visual on their actual target. Had he been tipped off? Perhaps disguised?

<<Alright, just stay vigilant. He's gotta be here somewhere,>> the commando's eyes wander to the upper railings for only a brief moment until the crunch of landing gear hitting duracrete steers his focus back Ligma's objective.

>>Nova Team in position. Try and let the Rangers have some fun today, Lt.<<
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Din can't help but smirk at the Sergeant's comment. Ever since he'd bounced to the commandos from Carida he'd come to accept that Defense Force-types were simply more rigid than his boys back home. It was nice to be proven wrong.

<<You bet, Nova-1. Let's all be sure to have a grand time at our pal Jom Hu's expense, yeah?>> he chuckles, then glances up to the 360FOV display in the top right of his HUD. His eyes shift between the two commandos behind him, then rest on the heavier set member of his fire team, <<And Lark, make sure you're just running suppressive fire. I don't want that thing raining down on my ass as we move up.>>

Rolling his shoulders before hoisting up his clunky chainblaster to take a hold of it with both his hands, Lark lets out a feigned grunt of discontent, <<Thought you said we'd be having fun?>>

While his eyes roll in response, Din happens to spot a distinct silhouette on one of the upper platforms above them. Overlooking the freshly docked 578-R transport are two male Pyke, though their masks and finely tailored clothing make their identities difficult to discern from the distance. Kark, Din thinks to himself. It would be too much of a risk if they bet on one of them in the heat of the moment; they'd have to do their best to take both.

<<Sergeant Orerig, possible target sighted,>> with a quick facial queue the coordinates his helmet are facing transmit to the Ranger's datapad, <<can't confirm which one it is. Take 'em both! Moving to secure the transport!>>

As several crew members disembark and begin down the ramp of the transport to meet the crooked dockyard official, Din and Pop slide from the container they'd been hiding behind and break into a full sprint toward the gathering. A split second later, Lark steps out from his cover and lines the barrels of his Reaper with the side of the starship.

<"GADF! Get on the gro--"> before the commando can finish the order, the Aqualish official screeches for the starport security personnel present to open fire. Allowing a few blaster bolts to glance off his armour, Din barrels forward and tackles the man to the ground while smashing the butt of his rifle across his face.

High above, the Pykes begin to point and shout before preparing to flee. Reinforcements would be coming.

 

[Trevin Neros]

Eufornis Major - South Riadan Spaceport
Objective II
Peeps: Astraea Tagge | Camo Orerig | Lirranne Isaris | Republic Engineering | Din Marren

<<You bet, Nova-1. Let's all be sure to have a grand time at our pal Jom Hu's expense, yeah?>>

"Eh, not all LT's are so bad!" Drave said as he slapped the side of his rifle and turned it to full blast. The large man hauled around a giant blaster with ease. Trevin would barely be able to lift the thing without a second person but he just lugged it around like it was nothing. It was always nice to have someone like Drave around.

"He probably new to the role," Lilst said putting his carbine up and aiming down the sites, getting ready to launch the assault as the orders began to come down. "New LT's always tryna make nice with the bottom feeders. Helps em get that fancy desk job."

"Yeah, well, as long as he can hold his own I don't care what he says or does," Trevin interjected and turned his carbine from safety to fire. That feeling, knowing that combat could be right around the corner, it was unlike anything he had ever felt or ever would feel in his life. "I know a lot of CO's who are nice that tuck tail and run at the first sign of trouble. Let's show them what that Ranger life is about, eh boys?"

The three of them gave a small little hooya and then they got into the ready position. His eyes glanced up as a possible target was sighted and he saw the two Pykes that were sent to his data pad and he pulled his Sabrewasp up to aim at the leftmost one. His finger gently slid on the trigger and he pulled back just enough, right in that sweet spot, so that when he was ready to fire he would barely have to move his finger in order for the shot to go off. The Commando ran out and shouted but no sooner had he done so then all hell broke loose.

"Drave, suppressing fire on that high rise! Lilst, on me to the LT!" Without hesitation Drave stepped out and laid down a litany of fire on the Pykes that were shooting down towards the Din Marren . Lilst and Trevin high tailed it to a shipping container that was right behind Din and set up shop there laying down fire as well in order to give the LT cover long enough to organize a counter assault. Trevin laid down on his trigger and he began firing away at the top. They had the high ground which made it difficult for them to hit but with Drave's suppressing fire they were not able to get off a lot of accurate shots. Lilst shouted out as he got one and the man toppled over the edge.

"Orders, Lieutenant!" Treven shouted over his blaster fire. He wanted to give chase to the assumed targets but his mission was to protect the LT and his team while they took control of the transport. He did not disobey protocol. For now he kept taking shots at the highrise as well as around the transport as more and more people began to funnel out towards them. This oughta be fun!

 

[Astraea Tagge]

Eufornis Major - South Riadan Spaceport
Objective II
Din Marren l Trevin Neros l Camo Orerig l Lirranne Isaris l Republic Engineering

"Copy that... Ligma-1," Astraea was in her full marine armor on an overlook of the shipping bay and paused as she heard herself say the squad name out loud for the first time. She glared at her comm for a moment before continuing. "Orenth Team is in position." Huddled with Astraea in the shadows along the catwalk were three other members of the 78th. They were all fully outfitted for aerial engagement with jetpacks and two automatic blasters.

The Lieutenant was no good at flying fighters, but she had learned to love her jetpack. There was something about the fear it struck in the eyes of her enemy as her company descended upon them. The pykes would be no exception to the rule.

She was going over the contingency plans in her head when all hell broke loose below. Din called out to the rest of them but was caught off and drown out by the ensuing blaster fire that the Pyke's unleashed. "Orenth Team, engage!" Astraea pressed a button on her arm console and felt yank in the middle of her back the propelled her upward. She leaned forward, soaring over the heads of the opposition, and drew both blasters.

"Create a perimeter!" The four marines began firing at the pykes below, sending them whirling for cover to return fire. Once they were all driven into cover away from Alliance forces, she engaged her comm again. "We have you covered, Lieutenant." As some of the blaster bolts began to fire upward at the airborne marines, it would hopefully give the ground forces enough relief to advance.

 

[Camo Orerig]

Eufornis Major // South Riadan Space Port // Objective 2 - Pyke Peril Problemsolving
Astraea Tagge | Trevin Neros | Lirranne Isaris | Republic Engineering | Din Marren

"Copy that" replied Camo as the coordinates came up on his datavisor. The Ranger moved from shadows of the shipping container to locate the potential target he'd been sent over.

"Eyes on target" he reported as he moved quickly and quietly, eating into the distance between himself and what they hoped would be Jom Hu, the Ranger kept low, his rifle primed, ready to use if needed, although hopefully that wouldn't be the case.

<"GADF! Get on the gro--"> He heard the call and then the unmistakeable sound of blaster fire. The silence of the docking yard had gone, in its place a cacophony of enemy and friendly fire, screams of pain and orders, wooshes of jet packs and the crunching of faces as the highly trained joint operation forces launched into action.

Camo ignored as much of the commotion as possible and continued on his trajectory for the Pyke's stationed above the battleground, his job of securing the two of them would have been harder had it not been for the combined effort of Trevin Neros and Astraea Tagge . They had driven the pair into cover with a volley of attacks from above and below, this gave Camo the opportunity he needed to thunder up the stairs to the observation platform. A few blaster bolts from the security forces had headed in his general direction but luckily the Corellian had been moving at quite the pace and was not an easy target.

The Ranger drew his rifle as he climbed the last couple of steps and burst onto the platform, "GADF! Get on the ground! NOW!" it was protocol but it very rarely worked as well as it had then, usually the people confronted with those words tend to not want to go quietly, the Pykes however gave up pretty easily all things considered. Camo guessed the quickness of the GA's response had made them realise there was little point fighting back.

"Targets secured, awaiting ID" barked Camo over comms, whether they were the right targets was another thing. The Ranger had just finished securing the arms of both the Pyke's, he was just about to remove their headwear to get a positive ID when he heard the unmistakeable sound of reinforcements arriving, a whole load of them, "Orders Lieutenant?"

 

[Lao Pak]

Objective: Get a lil' extra off da top
Enemies: Din Marren Astraea Tagge Camo Orerig Lirranne Isaris Republic Engineering
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The Pykes were on top of their game. On a galactic scale they'd quickly moved in to the void in the spice market left behind by the consistent failures of the Black Sun and Hutt Cartel to rebuild and take control. They were a happy medium in Lao Pak's opinion. They weren't afraid to get down and dirty. You know the stories: Kidnapping, fly-by's, even the occasional planned to fail missions. But they were also cordial when it came to local politicians. Its how they shimmied their slimy fingers into the underbelly of systems like Eufornis Major.

And Lao Pak wouldn't have it any other way.

More spice meant more business, and right now the Core was the most popping place to be. Plenty of desperate folk just trying to forget the war and the Sith, and plenty of risk which mean the price was on an upward trajectory. All that being said, he absolutely despised working with Hu. He hated having him on his ship, he hated the way he talked, and he absolutely hated the way he smelled. He shuddered just thinking about it, his whole body writhing and his face scrunching up something fierce. The navigator droid sitting in the co-pilot's seat swiveled its skull-like head at its captain curiously, its blue photoreceptors flashing green and then back to blue as it scanned the smuggler for any internal or external damages.

"Is everything alright Captain?" came the calm, feminine, Coruscanti-accented voice.

"No, it not," he said like some sort of spoiled child before crossing his arms. Kicking his feet on the dash he huffed. "L9, put the ship in auto-pilot. We be down soon. Hoooopefully we can' get paid an' go quick! I wanna be done with Hu quick. He not someone I trust."

"As you wish Captain." 578-R transports weren't his thing but any time he didn't need to put the Chronos on the line fine for him. When they landed and the Pykes disembarked...Well all hell broke loose. An aqualish screamed, blasters were firing and Lao Pak? Well Lao Pak was scrambling behind a few crates of spice, holding his blaster close to his chest as if in deep prayer. When he opened his eyes L9 was sitting, crouched right in front of him. Lao Pak screamed, nearling throwing his blaster over the boxes.

"OBAAAA!!!" he shouted. "What you doing," he hissed through clenched teeth.

"I was making certain that you and the cargo were alright Captain, as my primary programming has instructed of me." Lao Pak rolled his eyes.

"Well, go git dem! An try not to shoot da spice! We may need some fo latah."

"As you wish Captain." A low menacing electronic whine came from deep within the droid's chest as its photoreceptors shifted from blue to blood red. Its head snapped up. "Initiating Hunter-Killer protocol 19. Defend Captain Lao Pak. Annihilate all enemy forces. Prepare to be reunited with your loved ones." Rising to its full height from behind the box dumping repeating laser fire cannon and blaster cannon fire into the buzzing members of Orenth team. Lao Pak nodded to himself in a satisfied manner. Warbots were good investments, especially the good ones! He was glad he stole it off that muscle-head Agrippa The Hutt . He wouldn't miss it anyways!

 

[Din Marren]

Eufornis Major // South-Riadan Spaceport
Objective: 2 - Pyke Peril Problemsolving
Equipment: See bio. (Assets)
Complement: Camo Orerig | Trevin Neros | Lirranne Isaris | Astraea Tagge
Enemies: Lao Pak

Din stumbled forward from the momentum of his hit to Aqualish's face. By the time he regains his footing and shoulders his weapon, the Alliance's combined forces had leaped into action. Everything seemed to be moving in slow motion, and Din's eyes glance from the Ranger team advancing on the target's location, the squad moving in to cover him, and Pop at his side as he doubletaps one of the Pyke protectors that had been at the aqualish's side.

Diving into a roll to put himself behind the cover of the ramp, Din aims his rifle and opens fire on the upper balconies. Each of the particle blaster's bolts impact with a small but powerful detonation, devastating the metallic railings of the walkways and chipping at the duracrete structure, while launching the security personnel they connect with to the ground.

<<Call in our evac! We need to extract the target before reinforcements arrive. The Pykes aren't going to just hand him->> Din's orders are interrupted by the sudden shout from somewhere behind the cover of crates.

The commando's eyes widen as the red-receptored Hunter-Killer rises into his view.

Kark.

He scrambling to his feet and dashes behind a nearby toolstand. Not very durable, but the angle would at least provide some cover from the torrent of devastation the droid was about to unleash.

<<Hunter-Killer! Take cover!>>

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