Skirmish Dressel Dancefloor | COV vs JUN

[Vara Rasha]

+ H A R P Y P A G E C L A I M +

THE FOUNDLING
Dressel | Low Orbit, The Akaan'ar
Equipment: In Bio
Engaging: Taam Moghul

Through the Canopy​

Klaxons blared.

The warriors within the Iron Covenant frigate, The Akaan’ar, scrambled. Armored footfalls pounded against the durasteel floors as Mandalorians moved in sharp purpose. Stations confirmed their readiness one by one. Weapon systems warmed up. Radar stations abuzz with activity. Observations relayed to the CO with brevity. With vigilance, the ship and her crew sought out potential threats to the small flotilla as they remained at a heightened awareness within low orbit.

Stationary, as they re-fuelled and resupplied.

They expected company, and as fate had it, they were presented with one.

<ATTENTION ALL COVENANT. WE GETTING COMPANY. STAY VIGILANT.>

Her mentor’s voice over their shared tac-net cut through the din of soft crackles and shuffles of her gear. A last minute equipment check. Hastily, Vara patted herself down, diligent in her effort of confirming her readiness for what could be a fight. A moment later, a satisfied hum poured from her lips. Her thumbs looped around the shoulder straps of her chest-rig.

Ready for whatever crawled out of hyperspace.

Then came the long wait. And with it, a billion thoughts. The nature of their “company” remained unknown to her. Her mentor’s warning was a vague one. Did they come to them bearing hostile intent? How many of them were there? What was their intent?

Her core felt tighter soon enough. Questions she had no way of answering at the time.

The Harpy’s breath rattled inside the helmet as she leaned back. Her jetpack pressed against the wall, her arms crossed. Her visor shifted from one end of the p-ways to the other.

Nothing.

And she was willing to bet there was going to be nothing throughout this whole thing. A part of a quick reactionary force of their ship, the young Foundling was meant to repel a boarding action should one occur.

An amused huff poured from her snout at the thought, barely a sound. Lips peeled back to a grin.

Bored out of her mind already, the Harpy longed to meet and fight off the brave men or women crazy enough to try them.

Let them come, if they dared.​

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[Signy Bralor]

SIGNY BRALOR
HIGH ORBIT | DRESSEL
CAP for the Buurenaar'gam
TAG: Kjartan Hammer-Hand Chani Seable
OPEN for direct
GEAR: MNV-52 STARFIGHTER
VISIBLY PRESENTING: Female

::Tighten up out there, you are way too close to those fuel line Patrol 5::

Signy shook her head and watched as one of her squadron moved back into position on her radar. She wasnt scheduled on CAP this rotation but had been bored sat in her bunk and fancied a bit of flight time while the ship was vulnerable and being refueled. The guy who she had relieved was pretty grateful and now even thought he now owed her a favour. Which was a fun bonus for the teenager. Her fighter was responding well, and despite being taken from Pamarthe when she was only a baby, she felt like she had flying in her blood.

A signal pinged from the star destoyer as she lazily skimmed over its surface in formattion with five of her vod. Incoming warships, a small fleet at long range.

::This is flight command, Patrol 1, move on intercept vector with unidentified vessels::

::Roger that command, please redesignate squadron as Wolf Squadron, Authorisation Signy Bralor::

::You are not recorded as squadron leader today, please confirm::

::Confirm, I am covering rotation::

::Roger that Wolf 1::

Signy's designation on her own screen changed first and then, if Kjartan Hammer-Hand was paying attention to his comm screen he would see the six emblems of the fighters on CAP switch for Signy's personal wolf sigil. The flight commander, sat on Kjartan's bridge, gave their Alor'ad a bit of a look and pointed out the window as the six heavy fighters buzzed past the bridge structure and then turned off to a holding position between his fleet and the incoming contact.
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[Taam Moghul]

Gear: Armored Robes of the Wayward, Kta Dom Lya Great Sword, Vaova Kaila Lightsaber, GAHP-2 Roundhouse Pistol

Tag: Vara Rasha

In all his years, it was the first time the Cathar Knight had done anything like it. Sneaking aboard a Mandalorian ship was a job for someone like Tigris, a Shadow. But resources were sparse for the Underground, and the Atrisian Knight was needed elsewhere. Taam was not the only one tasked with such an impossible feat. Sera Rosh was tasked with a similar mission, aboard another Covenant vessel.

They were there for information, foremost. The truth. Only after knowing what really happened on Ryloth could the right response be undertaken. Contingents of the Underground would seek that truth planetside. A few would attempt to acquire it from shipboard computer banks.

His Wayward armor had been slightly modified to allow Taam to briefly travel in the void of space. A short but precarious journey would carry him from one of the Underground vessels to a refueling Mandalorian frigate. Just as Sera, Taam would be much harder to spot drifting towards the ship than a boarding craft. Manipulating an outer hatch, Taam gained entrance to the vessel. Already, the hallways echoed with the sound of klaxons, surely in response to the small fleet of ships that had suddenly appeared within the system.

Able to avoid being seen by a handful of Mandalorians by using simple mind tricks, the Cathar ducked into an alcove outside of a small docking bay. A computer console offered what Taam a terminal to access the ship's current layout, and where he might find a place to access the ships secured data. Taking out a data spike, Taam inserted it. The tool bypassed access parameters and Taam began to scour deck plans. The jedi identified a couple possible locations.

 

[Romi Jade]

DRESSEL
Allies & Others (too many to tag)

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She was set to join the Jedi envoys, mostly as a show of support. It would already be intense stepping into the sightlines of a hundred Mandalorian optics, but she was encouraged to lend her experience if necessary. Though she had other tasks too...

When the landing struts locked into place with a restrained hiss, and the ramp lowered, Romi remained a moment longer.

A holodisplay flickered faintly against her palm -- a starport schematic layered with maintenance access routes and comm junctions. She adjusted one last marker, rerouting a backend team to a lower service corridor that intersected with the primary fueling control trunk. A quiet pulse confirmed deployment.

Passive. Listening only.

The display darkened before long, and she pulled her hood up and over as she trailed behind the others.

She stepped down last, clinging to the back.

Her boots met the platform and on the way down she scanned across the field of ships. Docking intervals. Which vessels were refueling first. Which held position and watched. Attention to the moment brought clarity.

She said nothing as she widened her stride to join the other envoys. She tucked her hands into her sleeves, and twisted a combination into her Kimoyo Beads.

Above, along the shuttle's dorsal plating, a seam no wider than a rivet shifted almost imperceptibly. A mechanical Pop.

Something small detached -- not obvious -- simply adjusting course in the thermal currents rising from the refueling arrays. It drifted along the understructure of the gantry, hugging shadow and exhaust vapor, drawn toward the largest Mandalorian vessel, in a sea of ships, currently tethered to Dressel's fuel grid.

It made no signal. No broadcast. It only listened.

Romi's expression never changed as she came face to face with the Mandalorian delegation, smoothing removing her hands in one motion as she found her square, while nodding to Briana Sal-Soren . Coming into view, she laid eyes on Carduul Akahl . She had once been invited into his company when he was Mand'alor.

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[Connel Vanagor]

Truth Be Told
Dressel
Over and Unknown Village

Omega Squad Every Day Gear Locations

• Michael, Gabriel, Azrael, Sariel, Raphael, Jeremiel, Connel, Raguel
  [Any text in brackets signifies comm-link usage and not face to face conversation]
• 
  Rides
  "Enterprise" Station Ship
  Null Vector
  Speederbike
  Iron Psalm
  Gear/Armor
  Gear(“Bodycam” Datapad, UAD Drone, link to Seraphim AI and Nanotech included)
  Lightblaster
  Shortsabers (“Night” and “Day”)
  Throwing Lightknives
  Force Blinding Flashbangs
  RI-17 Rifle-w-MS-0412 Grenade Launcher
  SURGICAL - CRYBERNETIC IMPLANTS
  Repli Implants that would be for the limbs
  Bonemer enhancements to strengthen structure of the body
  Muscle enhancements.
  Hemo enhancements for blood flow
  Hawkeye implants for eyes
  Advanced Medical Implant
  Scentzy
  Injected Nanotech upgrades
  
  
  
• Shadow Sanctuary - Enterprise

It’s odd to think this…

Connel(A Jedi) was hunting…

The village was aghast with fear and panic. He could not stop each individual, he was looking for the cause. The problem with most Mandalorians is that they are not attune to the Force (except for those in that Empire…) he could not search through that aspect. Connel had to fall back on his training, and his tech.

Heat signatures.

Panic waves.

He had to follow the source which meant moving towards what the populace were running away from. It was slow, it was tedious. Then the audio receptors in his mask picked up

"Where are you taking her? Will she be fine? Tell me!"

"I will take her and you to my ship and try to help her, and from there to somewhere new. Saving her may mean leaving this world. Will you do that for her?" Brent asked.

"If it means saving her...then...then, yes. I will leave."

One voice is audio filtered through a mask. Possible Mandalorian.

SERAPHIM’s analysis was quick.

Bingo.

Bursting into a sprint, Connel rounded the corner just as he hard the words

"It's a tough walk to the ship, boy. Keep up, or I will leave you here."

You’re leaving them both here. No manipulations, no games. Rifle* leveled on the T-Visor, he was watching the Wookiee. Seraphim was analyzing the potential injuries, and what was needed. No definitive assessment could be made through his mask, so the UAD* launched for a closer look. He was not going to say anything yet. Let this situation play out.

The Wookiee is not of record with the Shyyyo's Heart Tribe but has elevated levels of stress. Possibly by your actions, possibly by the situation.

Using the Force, Connel opened his left gauntlet enough to show the tribal tattoo. One given to him by members of the tribe themselves. I’m not trying to influence you Bacca(Shyrook for “friend” or “brother”).

TAGS • ARE • Brent Warnel
Personal Effects - Omega Squad Loadouts​

 

[Elayne Mann]

DRESSEL DANCEFLOOR
Blade-dancer of Ashla - Chapter 1

GEAR: in bio
ALLIES IN PROXIMITY: Briana Sal-Soren | Jared Starchaser | Lily Decoria | Kito | Rik Perris | Romi Jade | Zhea Nox
OPPS IN PROXIMITY: Carduul Akahl | Kamon Hourn | Reggie Rau | Sahan Dragr | Sindel Krymer | Siv Dragr

SOLDIER​

DRESSEL

Terror. That’s what she heard from the frantic pleas of the survivors of the Mandalorian raid on Ryloth. It was a cold and efficient raid from what she observed, but they still took the locals’ livelihood like it meant nothing. Like it was their birthright. Yet the Mandalorians left enough trail for the Underground Network to trace them back to Dressel, a neutral world between the High Republic and the Mandalorian Empire.

The ramp of the ship hadn't even fully lowered before Elayne was a blur of motion. She didn't possess the heavy, grounding presence nor the sheer tactical gravity of the more decorated Jedi within the Underground Network. Yet, she is the wind that whistled through the silver-grass of Chandrila; unpredictable and impossible to pin down.

"Horrific," Elayne remarked, her voice a low, melodic contrast to the rhythmic thrum of the shadowport's heavy machinery. She adjusted the grip on her lightsaber hilt, her cyan blade remaining dormant for now.

As the others moved towards the intended field, Elayne veered upward. Utilizing a burst of Force Speed, her boots barely making any noise, skimming the rusted surface of a fuel conduit as she scaled the side of a refueling tower with three gravity-defying leaps.

From her vantage point, she looked down at the Mandalorian Shadowport. Her senses flared; she could see the shimmer of beskar-cladden warriors and the glowing blue of fuel lines being fed into aggressive hulls.

"Moving to the gantry above the primary fuel manifold," she signaled to the envoys, her voice a whisper in the Force. "I have vision of the lights and exit. I hope it doesn’t come to that, but if the music starts, I’ll be the first to strike."​

 

[Brent Warnel]

THE WARRIOR
Unknown City | DRESSEL
TAG: Connel Vanagor
GEAR: BIO

Brent stopped mid-step and turned, cradling the girl as he did so. His gaze swept over the big man as he sized him up, noting his armor, or suit, his weapons, his demeanor, his outstretched hand. Brent's gaze swept over the tattoo, and while the meaning was known to him, he was not very familiar with the depth the meaning meant to a Wookie.

He chuckled, his voice garbled as it emitted from his helmet, "Really? That's it? Come here, show a tattoo, and think Wyyr'kull will change sides? You'll become the hero? The Wookie is alive because I saved him from people like you," Brent laughed as he fully faced the man.

"Want me to drop the girl on the side of the road and let her die there? Or are you going to whisk her away and then dump her at an orphanage once you've won your medals for saving someone?"

Brent continued chuckling as he looked at the man, continuing to talk and not allowing the man to get a word out, "What are you? Ex-alliance? A Jedi? Some unsung hero? Everyone knows how this goes. You take the girl and boy, hand them off to some doctor, and then you'll leave and never see them again. Whatever group you come from won't raise kids, so they'll be back on the streets in a month."

Brent held the girl out to Wyyr'kull, gently handing her over to the Wookie as he confronted the armed individual in front of him. The boy, once fierce and ready to defend his sister against the Wookie, slowly stepped behind the furry beast, using him as protection from the newcomer. Brent noticed the sidelong look the Wookie gave him, but he put it toward the back of his mind, death was near. And not his. There was no time for hesitation.

"That's not how this goes, friend," Brent said, arms held loosely at his side, ready for anything.
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[Briana Sal-Soren]

"I understand you are looking for us?" she asked the closest woman who seemed to be at the head of them.

And trusted that her Vode would be catching up momentarily.

"We were," Briana confirmed, her lips slightly ticking up at one side. There was no real amusement in her expression, just acknowledgment, and the sizing up of one warrior to another as her eyes made a quick pass over her and those beside. "Thought if we showed up in person, it'd be harder to ignore us."

Her head canted slightly. Whatever expression lay behind the red armor and T-visor of the woman who'd stepped forward, was impossible to read, but thankfully she didn't have to rely on sight alone here. The Force surrounding the Mandalorian was laced with tension, with good reason, she supposed; but there was no sense of danger that she'd picked up on. She doubted with what she had to say, that those circumstances wouldn't quickly shift.

“What happened on Ryloth concerns us,” she continued, her voice measured. She'd fought enough of their kind to know that they valued displays of strength, but that they also respected courage, and straight talk. There was no sense in insulting them by trying to beat around the bush for why they'd come here, if they hadn't guessed it on their own, already. "We were under the impression that the crusades had ended,” A faint vibration brushed against the inside of her wrist from her left vambrace, subtle enough that only she would recognize it. Members of the Underground had begun boarding.

"We want to know if that's changed." There was an underlying edge to her tone, a shift from before, as her expression thinned. "If not, then help us to understand what happened, and explain why Ryloth is still burning."

TAG ALLIES: Romi Jade , Lily Decoria , Zhea Nox , Toby Perris , Kito , Elayne Mann

TAG MANDOS: Reggie Rau , Sahan Dragr , Kamon Hourn , Yael Kandar , Carduul Akahl

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[Toby Perris]

When he was informed he’d been assigned a Master, Toby’s first reaction had been one of surprise. That he somehow hadn’t secured that consistent influence in his life by now had become a worry prickling at the back of his mind. A first attempt hadn’t worked out, and aside from his early foundations as a Padawan, and the occasional mentor thereafter, Toby had been left to his own devices.

It was like they didn’t know what to do with him. He was smart, right? He could figure it out. When it came to applications of his mind that was true, but the physical half of being a Jedi was the greater challenge. Even after some mentoring from the former Grandmaster of the now-fallen New Jedi Order, his skills with the blade were still passable, but then, he’d been both awestruck and intimidated by the prospect of her instruction.

That was two years ago, and after no less than three separate occasions where he’d been faced with conflict, since, Toby had managed more by quick wits, and clever use of his initial strengths, alongside someone more capable. He was no force to be reckoned with on his own, yet by the third encounter — the first time Toby faced a Mandalorian, let alone a sentient being — at least his confidence had improved some.

But it wasn’t until the fall of the Alliance, faced with the guilt of being far from it, thinking of friends he hadn’t seen in some time, and of the real threat that his homeworld faced thereafter, that he found the drive he needed to actively pursue improvement where he lacked. He gained some new skills that’d help with survival, and a shift in his thinking, thanks to Ala Quin , had made his barriers easier to maintain, but strength was still the problem.

On meeting the Kiffar he was assigned to, and beginning to train with her and her allies, he knew that could change… though he’d been uncertain about the ex-Imperial whose company she kept at first, but after some discussion with his new Master, it didn't take long to see the militant former Imperial's influence as necessary, even beneficial. All in all, the short timeframe in which he’d been Zhea’s padawan was the most intensive training he had ever been through, thus far, and his skill, strength, and confidence all improved as a result.

Maybe he’d simply needed to be challenged, and not coddled.

"We always try the peaceful way first," she started. "But we have no idea what we're actually going to be dealing with in this group. It can go bad at any second, so stay behind me when it does. And really concentrate on keeping up your barrier when you raise it. I don't need to tell you that Mandalorians use mostly slugs and particle weapons and even disruptors, none of which can be deflected with a saber. Oh, and find a way to incapacitate the jetpack of the Mandalorian you face. Once you have them on the ground, it's slightly easier."

She certainly didn't need to tell him that, when the last Mando had tried to blow him and Echo Athoth up in the middle of the Royal Palace. He knew not to underestimate them, and to expect the unexpected. He had a blade, his wits, and the Force, but Mandalorians could be armed to the teeth and trained their entire lives for this. Like only some Jedi did, these days.

He turned his blue gaze towards the egress, as they settled into landing. "Of course, Master." Soon they were off the ship and on solid ground, and he followed behind Zhea, around a full head taller, and not done sprouting yet, at the ripe old age of nineteen. He sometimes noticed the ache in his bones, but not right now. When the Mandalorians came into view, Toby stepped up beside his Master and clocked the number of t-visors that stared back, eyes shifting over the group.

Peace, first... though nothing about this seemed welcoming.

Kamon Hourn • Zhea Nox​

 

[Vara Rasha]

THE FOUNDLING
Dressel | Low Orbit, The Akaan'ar
Equipment: In Bio
Engaging: Taam Moghul

Through the Canopy​

The klaxons ceased their harrowing screams before they became maddening.

At the same time, Vara’s visor shifted up to face the small loudspeaker in the p-ways. An announcement poured from it in Mando’a, broadcast shipwide. The masculine voice spoke with brevity, his tone calm and professional. Another successful drill. An order to stand down and resume regular duties sharply followed.

The XO had put their combat readiness to the test.

A scoff crossed her features. Had to be the hundredth time today.

The youngin thought long and hard, but she failed to find anything more disheartening than being stood down after what felt like the herald of a fight.

But she had no right to hold onto passing feelings of agitation. That, she knew. A warrior had to remain alert at all times, lest they march too soon to join their kin in the Manda. An occupational hazard, a fate that claimed all eventually.

But it was not one she was so keen on embracing, not so soon.

The young foundling pushed off the durasteel wall, rising to her feet with a quiet exhale. Her footfalls gently echoed in the p-ways as she walked. A craving soon manifested at the back of her mind. Her chest tightened, as a hand went and clutched the pack of smokes inside one of her empty mag pouches.

Not now.

The foundling barely pushed away the allure to light up a cig. After we’re out of low orbit, she promised herself in silent consolation. The thought barely passed through her mind as Vara came to a sudden halt. A scent threaded its way to her attention. The lingering temptations of her many vices were brushed away in an instant.

Her sharp snout worked back and forth.

Amidst the recycled air in the p-ways, she was quick to catch the distinctly acrid odor of ozone, combined with something metallic, burnt and smoky. The closest thing one could come to describe as how space “ smelled”.

But something more lingered. Something more distinct. No.

Someone.

Her mane quickly stood on end as her heart beat against her ribs.

Could it be..?

Without a conscious thought her hand went to her holster at her thigh, digits wrapped around the grip frame. Her posture shifted. Lowered. Muscles drew taut under the bodyglove. As silently as she could, the woman moved at a quiet stalk.

They were close by.

Their scent grew sharper on her snout with each step. Gunmetal softly rasped against the leather of her pistol holster. A small flick of the thumb, and the safety was off. Brandished at a low-ready, Vara rounded the corner.

And saw him.

A cathar male. Quite built, he stood almost a head taller. But most importantly, he was wrapped in a set of robes instead of armor steel she and her kin wore like a second skin.

Aruetii.

A snarl ripped from her core. <”Hands above your head! Step away from the terminal!”> The muzzle steadied, aligned with the blaze of her crimson glare. She did not blink. Not a moment after her exclamation, the klaxons blared once again.

The system had flagged him.

So the Gods did listen to her after all.

About time.


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[Connel Vanagor]

Truth Be Told
Dressel
Unknown Village

Omega Squad Every Day Gear Locations

• Michael, Gabriel, Azrael, Sariel, Raphael, Jeremiel, Connel, Raguel
  [Any text in brackets signifies comm-link usage and not face to face conversation]
• 
  Rides
  "Enterprise" Station Ship
  Null Vector
  Speederbike
  Iron Psalm
  Gear/Armor
  Gear(“Bodycam” Datapad, UAD Drone, link to Seraphim AI and Nanotech included)
  Lightblaster
  Shortsabers (“Night” and “Day”)
  Throwing Lightknives
  Force Blinding Flashbangs
  RI-17 Rifle-w-MS-0412 Grenade Launcher
  SURGICAL - CRYBERNETIC IMPLANTS
  Repli Implants that would be for the limbs
  Bonemer enhancements to strengthen structure of the body
  Muscle enhancements.
  Hemo enhancements for blood flow
  Hawkeye implants for eyes
  Advanced Medical Implant
  Scentzy
  Injected Nanotech upgrades
  
  
  
• Shadow Sanctuary - Enterprise

Connel said nothing. He let everything play out, and the Mandalorian talk.

Okay, I wasn’t going to go there… but since you did…

Letting his rifle hang in front of him. Connel, closed up his gauntlet. Then… Yes… I am a Jedi. Slowly he raised his hand and reached out through the Force. He SUCKED at healing others, but he could at least reach out through the Force do his best for a moment, at least easing the poor girl’s cough and maybe lowering her fever a degree or two.

Now it was time to alter the environment a little… not much… but enough so the walls of the buildings around them looked like burning Wroshyr trees. I am the son of a Master who spent his life helping, and protecting the planet Kashyyyk to the best of his ability. “People like me?” Who set ⅔ of Kashyyyk ablaze? Who enabled the slavery of the populace? Be it direct, or indirect by kidnapping elders?

That was enough, back to normal.

Bacca, your choices are yours. own. If you want to stay with him, it’s your call. Back to the T-visor. If anyone wants to go with you, it’s their choice. Let it be their choice. Right now? All I see are manipulated hostages… yeah… I heard what you were saying… youngling… your sister will get the best care possible. Yeah, you might end up in an orphanage for a bit, but I promise you that there is no “quid pro quo” for taking care of you. I can also promise you I will help your stay there be as short as possible.

He cracked his neck. You’re right. We won’t raise younglings, but you have no idea what resources we have… or more directly I have access to…. He looked at them as he shifted the rifle to his back. He had access to other weapons, and the Force as well… so… ”That’s not how this is going to go, friend.”

TAGS • ARE • Brent Warnel
Personal Effects - Omega Squad Loadouts​

 

[Taam Moghul]

Gear: Armored Robes of the Wayward, Kta Dom Lya Great Sword, Vaova Kaila Lightsaber, GAHP-2 Roundhouse Pistol

Tag: Vara Rasha

Taam heard the clunk of armored feet on ship decking. It drew closer and closer. By the time the armored figure rounded the corner, the jedi had pocketed the spike. Taam didn't reach for the hilt of the greatsword strapped to the back of his armored robes. Instead, the hilt of his lightsaber jumped into his large hand.

<"Hands above your head! Step away from the terminal!">

The voice was gravely, not human. The helmet was shaped different as well, supposedly to accommodate whatever species was underneath. The scent in the air suggested... Shistavanen. The accent fit.

With the weapon pointed downward, Taam ignited his lightsaber. A blue-violet blade jutted forth from the hilt, accompanied by a soft hum.

"Lower your weapon and walk away." Taam spoke, wrapping his words in the Force. Though he was a Knight, trying to use a mind trick to convince someone to ignore an intruder was a longshot. But the jedi would prefer to avoid violence. The sudden resumption of the klaxons would ensure his ploy would fail.

"Its not worth it, Mando." Taam warned in a deep, growling voice.

 

[Cerys Dyn]

Shava cowered behind her as Cerys held onto the child's shoulder. She was trembling. And the blaster fire didn't see that abate. Instead, the little one clung to Cerys' leg even more.

The Togruta tried to shed some calm over the child, through the Force, but her own spirit was troubled enough, so her ability to calm wavered. "I have fought these type before, Shava," she said, bending and twisting to look the youngling in the eyes, "and my master..." It felt oddly normal to call her Brandyn her master. "...he taught me how to hide even in plain sight. We will be alright."

Swivelling on her heels, Cerys stood again, and muttered, "We will get through this...no problem at all." The confidence exuded was less that convincing.

Hiding herself visually was not hard, it was hard to sustain indefinitely, but she could maintain it for a few minutes. She could even combine that with hiding her presence in the Force. Being this obstacle was a hulking red Mandalorian, she assumed the latter would not be necessary. Perhaps she could extend her guise around Shava as well.

Ducking, Cerys pulled the youngster to the side. "Just hold on to me. Don't panic. Don't speak. He will not be able to see us."

Light and air bent around their forms, as they disappeared from view. Only one other small child noticed, gasping in amazement like they were ghosts that had just tuned to mist. Behind the cloak of invisibility, Cerys began to follow a path down the edge of the concourse. Every step was soft, calm and precise.

Hope seemed to rise within her, as she could see a side entrance door, just out of view of the Mandalorian. It was only some twenty metres away. It was so close.

She felt a tug on her sleeve. "Just a few more steps, Shava." Cerys whispered, without looking back.

She felt a tug again.

Cerys turned back, ready to chastise the child quietly. Instead, she froze. Heart stopping. Her eyes looked over the crowd. Many of them were staring right at them. Cerys looked down, eyes tracking a trail of something leading right up to little Shava.

"I'm sorry, Miss Jedi...I needed the bathroom..."

BYOO - Darion of Myrkr​

 

[Brent Warnel]

THE DECISION
Unknown City | DRESSEL
TAG: Connel Vanagor
GEAR: BIO

Yes… I am a Jedi

Brent watched as the other man held out his hand, no doubt using the force. The movement was slow, methodical, not threatening, so Brent didn't take it as such. However, nothing happened. Brent carried Yossubi Gas Cartridges, creating a null field similar to a Ysalimiri. Whatever force was being used against Brent, if any, didn't affect him.

The girl, however, did notice it. She breathed easier, almost relaxed in the Wookie's arms. She was still sick; however, whatever power the Jedi had used had helped a little, but Brent's HUD continued to feed him warnings about her. She wasn't out of the woods yet; she just had a little more time.

I am the son of a Master who spent his life helping, and protecting the planet Kashyyyk to the best of his ability. “People like me?” Who set ⅔ of Kashyyyk ablaze? Who enabled the slavery of the populace? Be it direct, or indirect by kidnapping elders?

Brent looked closer at the man, reading him, his movements, his physique. Saverok had fought a Jedi upon Kashyyyk, a big brute of a man. Could this be his son? Maybe, if so, the Galaxy really was a small place. Brent chuckled after the man spoke again, "Your people did set fire to Kashyyyk, little Jedi. Your father and his entourage hid in the trees, then tried to use their armies to burn the forests to dislodge us. We fought honorably, up close with the warriors of Kashyyyk. We didn't hide and burn their cities like you did, trying to eradicate us. It was your bombs and missiles that burned Wyyr'kull and killed his family."

"But I digress, you make a fair point," Brent turned towards the Wookie, "And for Wyyr'kull. I took him until he could be reunited with his family, as a Foundling ought. If that is you, then it is Wyyr'kull's decision to make. Not mine. I will honor it."

And then Brent hardened his voice, "But you will not be taking the children, Jedi. You're no family to them, and I will not release them to you. That is on my honor. So let's get this over with."
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[Connel Vanagor]

Truth Be Told
Dressel
Unknown Village

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Mandalorian talk. Mandalorian lies. What was the difference?

There’s a difference?

Tell your lies to those refugees we evac’ed to the Jedi Temples and villages we did off planet from your invasion. Tell that to those who witnessed your old Man’da’lor raze half the planet. I’ve seen the vids… child... but you’re right… enough of that.

He STILL SUCKED at healing others, but he wasn’t going to stop focusing on the girl. He probably would not heal her entirely(unless she just a cold or something), but he could at least show his, and the Jedi’s intentions.

Of course there was the T-visor who was kidnapping them. I don’t make a point of fighting in front of kids. They should be allowed to have their innocence… even when forced into lives like this… but clearly you only care about taking hostages, so at least give them a shred of the courtesy you are pretending to offer and let them be around a corner or something. He gestured to the Wookiee.

Your “friend” can watch them if you like. I won’t try to abscond them… I’m not underhanded. Trashtalk.

TAGS • ARE • Brent Warnel
Personal Effects - Omega Squad Loadouts​

 

[Kjartan Hammer-Hand]

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OBJECTIVE 2: DRESSEL HIGH ORBIT | ABOARD THE BUURENAAR’GAM
TAG:
OPPS: Chani Seable | Rel Ahn-Dross |
ALLIES: Signy Bralor​

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KJARTAN HAMMER-HAND
THEME​

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::This is flight command, Patrol 1, move on intercept vector with unidentified vessels::

::Roger that command, please redesignate squadron as Wolf Squadron, Authorisation Signy Bralor::

::You are not recorded as squadron leader today, please confirm::

::Confirm, I am covering rotation::

::Roger that Wolf 1::

Signy's designation on her own screen changed first and then, if Kjartan Hammer-Hand Kjartan Hammer-Hand was paying attention to his comm screen he would see the six emblems of the fighters on CAP switch for Signy's personal wolf sigil. The flight commander, sat on Kjartan's bridge, gave their Alor'ad a bit of a look and pointed out the window as the six heavy fighters buzzed past the bridge structure and then turned off to a holding position between his fleet and the incoming contact.

The only sound that could be heard on the bridge for several moments was silence. The junior tactical flight officer merely stared blankly at his Alor, who himself blinked hard before closing his eyes and letting out a breath. Eventually, Kjartan keyed a few commands and opened the comm channel. “<Patrol 1, this is the Alor speaking...>”

His voice was even, carrying cool command even though he could feel his temper rising. That was the trick with him; the cooler and more direct he got, the angrier or more focused he was becoming. “<Your rotation swap was not recorded with flight command. Carry out your assigned patrol route, then report directly to me immediately.>”

The channel was public for all required personnel, and they all knew their commander well enough to know what he was really saying. “<Just wait until you get home.>”

In truth, Kjartan was not really mad at Signy; far from it, he often respected her adventurous nature. Had this been the heat of battle, his reaction would be far more direct and absolute, but they were at port with no obvious threat in sight, so the risk of her harming herself and others was at a minimum. She needed the flight time, in fact.

But both the father and chieftain in him, Mandalorian or not, disapproved of her willfulness. Despite his bluster and casual demeanor among the crew during off-hours, he ran a tight ship nonetheless all things considered. His men respected him, so he rarely felt the need to truly flex his muscles. But the moment his authority was disrespected or shrugged off, there was more than one reason why he was called the ‘Hammer-hand’... What would it say about him if he allowed his daughter to do whatever she wished, whenever she wished it? That said, she was his daughter, and despite the firm hand with which he raised her... he loved her, and could only get so mad. She was her father’s daughter, after all. All he would likely do was give her a stern reminder about discipline-in-honor when it came to his ship.

Suddenly, his thoughts would be interrupted by an urgent report from one of the frigates in his flotilla. “Alor, the Akaan'ar has an intruder. They’re dispatching warriors to contain and subdue them. They’ll keep us posted.” Kjartan’s brow furrowed, and he turned to the tactical officer.

“What has our scan on the approaching fleet revealed? Do we know what types of ships they’re flying?”

There was a slight delay, but tactical eventually responded: “Alor, they’re definitely flying ships outside of Mythos Fleet standard. It looks like one Hokk-Class Heavy Assault Cruiser and three Nok-Class Destroyers.”

‘Interesting...’ Kjartan thought to himself, but eventually verbalized what was running through his mind. “So four ships of Hutt-space origin, broadcasting old Mandalorian codes on a low band frequency, lying just outside of our weapons range?” It was plain for all to see that something wasn’t right. If it smelled like shit, and screeched like a banshee, it was likely a Kowakian Monkey-Lizard karking up something in the back.

“Bring the fleet to general quarters alert status, and get me some target locks on that fleet. We may not be able to touch them yet, and hold your fire regardless. But they will know we see them.” Kjartan wasn’t afraid of that enemy fleet, and even if he was; he wasn’t the type to back down from a fight if that’s what was proffered. He turned to the flight command station: “Order Patrol 1 to perform a flyby on the new arrivals. Get some other fighters on her wing. Show of force only, do not engage unless fired upon.”

The flight commander hesitated, but after receiving a reassuring nod from Kjartan, commenced relaying the order to Signy Bralor

A general quarters announcement echoed throughout the fleet.

<“General quarters, general quarters - all hands to your stations.”>

The Buurenaar’gam remained anchored to its fueling blister, with a crew-compliment remaining with the station personnel to try and expedite the refueling process. Internally, Marines scrambled to their defense stations and gun crews to their mounts. The other vessels of the flotilla, including the Akaan’ar, did the same and arrayed themselves in a defensive formation around their flagship - guns ready should the order be given or hostilities arise from some threaT - either known or unknown.

Spoiler: Ship Status

• Buurenaar’gam - Ha’rangir-class Star Destroyer
  • Shields - [UNDAMAGED]
  • Armor - [UNDAMAGED]
  • Superstructure - [UNDAMAGED]
• Kalden’kad - Brok’ur-class Heavy Assault Cruiser
  • Shields - [UNDAMAGED]
  • Armor - [UNDAMAGED]
  • Superstructure - [UNDAMAGED]
• Akaan'ar - Cabur-class Escort Frigate
  • Shields - [UNDAMAGED]
  • Armor - [UNDAMAGED]
  • Superstructure - [UNDAMAGED]
• Sapan’vod - Cabur-class Escort Frigate
  • Shields - [UNDAMAGED]
  • Armor - [UNDAMAGED]
  • Superstructure - [UNDAMAGED]

Spoiler: Summary of Actions

Coming Soon! (Maybe)

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[Rel Ahn-Dross]

Opponents: Kjartan Hammer-Hand , Signy Bralor
Other Tags: Chani Seable
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The Flotilla remained in formation at range, arrayed so that two of the Destroyers were on the port side of the Void Hammer and one on the starboard.

Each Destroyer hung back, maybe a hundred meters behind the bow of the Void Hammer.

Long range sensors had engaged, monitoring the movements of the Mandalorian ships as well as the fights on patrol.

On the bridge of the Void Hammer a Comms Officer turned to address the figure seated in the captains chair...

"Movement from the Mandalorian ships. They're positioning themselves to shield the Star Destroyer which appears to be refueling."​

A Nod of acknowledgement was given but nothing was said.

Rel was hesitant because of the unknown if for no other reason. He didn't know if his sister, Senar Ahn-Dross was aboard one of those vessels. Had she been she may have recognized the old Mandalorian code as one their family used, one of dozens that he had memorized from the Enclave.

Sensors would pick up movement from the Mandalorian Fighters when they prepared to close distance and perform their flyby.

Looking at one of the holographic feeds which would display the deployment of the Mandalorian vessels it was almost unbelievable.

Rel chuckled then remarked...

"Well if they want to play, like shooting fish in a barrel."

...raising his voice he would called loudly so that the entire bridge crew could hear him...

"Target their assault cruiser. Non lethal options only. Show them we're willing to play."

A resounding confirmation was heard across the bridge. Alarms were sounded throughout the Void Hammer indicating the command to the entire crew. Orders were relayed to the Destroyers via comms.

Advanced targeting systems would lock onto the Kalden'kad.

As the Void Hammer's high output power core redirected energy the long range quad ion canons would charge. This took less time than otherwise thanks to output of the core.

An Officer stations at tactical called out...

"Ion canons charged!"​

...to which Rel would have replied...

"Fire at will until they are disabled."

In tandem all of the long range ion canons would begin firing on the Mandalorian Heavy Assault Cruiser in unison, a virtual barrage of firepower meant to overwhelm the shielding of the Kalden'kad as well as the systems it touched with the sole intent to leave the vessel dead in space.

Any shots that missed seemed likely to impact Buurenaar'gam the Mandalorian Flotilla was attempting to shield yet inadvertently the Mandalorians had deployed themselves in a formation that favored the Black Sun.

Long range weaponry ensured that the Void Hammer could strike outside of its targets range. Rel had calculated the attack. The Star Destroyer was a non entity at the moment, it would need to unhook from its fueling blister or risk an potential dangerous explosion then reposition itself and close distance. By that time he 'might' have disabled the other three ships and outnumber his opponent four to one.

The Destroyers remained in positioning, hovering in the dead of space only charging their point defense lasers incase of starfighter attack and their own ion canons in turn. Engines remained at low power but ready to come to life.

 

[Kjartan Hammer-Hand]

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OBJECTIVE 2: DRESSEL HIGH ORBIT | ABOARD THE BUURENAAR’GAM
TAG:
OPPS: Chani Seable | Rel Ahn-Dross |
ALLIES: Signy Bralor​

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KJARTAN HAMMER-HAND​

THEME​

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A resounding confirmation was heard across the bridge. Alarms were sounded throughout the Void Hammer indicating the command to the entire crew. Orders were relayed to the Destroyers via comms.

Advanced targeting systems would lock onto the Kalden'kad.

It would seem the “Mandalorian” fleet had drifted well within the Iron Covenant flotilla’s weapons envelop, which matched (but likely exceeded) those of the former. The Buurenaar’gam target locks pinged shortly after Kjartan gave the order, with the other ships in the flotilla following suit. When the opposing fleet’s target locks registered among their sensors, that was the only cue Kjartan needed to give the order. “Weapons free, all ships. 1 volley only for now. Hail them immediately after.”

All ships within the flotilla had an exceedingly large amount of extremely long range armaments, including Mass Driver Cannons, MegaCaliber Turbolasers, Megamasers, and ordnance launchers. The Buurenaar’gam began its overwhelming salvo of pre-emptive fire before the opposing fleet even had their ion cannons powered up, concurrent with its crew along the fuel lines hastily disconnecting their connection and preparing for unmooring from the anchorage. Half (6) of her Hypermatter cannons lashed out first at the Void Hammer, it’s antimatter energies lashing out with vicious intent at the enemy flagship’s shield systems. Roughly 100 RMAC ion and heavy turbolaser cannons opened fire next, sending consistent and accurate fire against the Heavy Cruiser’s shield system, and likely it’s armor plating as well. Then, there was nearly 30 of the Star Destroyer’s mass driver cannons, launching a salvo of 1200mm armor piercing shells. The RMMD cannons were, on an individual level, capable of cratering a small city with one high explosive shell - so one could imagine what 30 of these could do to an enemy vessel’s hull.

As for the rest of the flotilla, while they did not possess the Buurenaar’gam’s excessive array of armaments, possessed considerable weapon systems themselves. The Cabur-class frigates lashed out with the full measure of their heavy turbolaser cannons and ion batteries. They also carried smaller, but still dangerous mass driver cannons of their own - delaying their salvo a second after the aforementioned turbolasers and ion cannons before unleashing with a roar at the opposing fleet’s own Destroyers. Then, last but not least, was the Brok’ur Heavy Assault Cruiser.

It lent its armaments to support the Cabur frigates against the Hokk-class Destroyers. She was already pivoted with her starboard broadside pivoted at an angle toward the enemy, which allowed for half of her megamaser batteries to launch a thunderous salvo of her own, accompanied by all 4 of her MegaCaliber-44 particle cannons and nearly all of her 20 Quad-turbolaser batteries.

All in all, it would be a very discouraging opening battery, all before the Ion barrage erupted from the Black Sun fleet. But shortly after it loosed, the Ion barrage would fire.

In tandem all of the long range ion canons would begin firing on the Mandalorian Heavy Assault Cruiser in unison, a virtual barrage of firepower meant to overwhelm the shielding of the Kalden'kad as well as the systems it touched with the sole intent to leave the vessel dead in space.

Any shots that missed seemed likely to impact Buurenaar'gam the Mandalorian Flotilla was attempting to shield yet inadvertently the Mandalorians had deployed themselves in a formation that favored the Black Sun.

Long range weaponry ensured that the Void Hammer could strike outside of its targets range. Rel had calculated the attack. The Star Destroyer was a non entity at the moment, it would need to unhook from its fueling blister or risk an potential dangerous explosion then reposition itself and close distance. By that time he 'might' have disabled the other three ships and outnumber his opponent four to one.

As mentioned previously, the Kalden’kad had positioned itself in a shielding pattern for the Buurenaar’gam, and thus far would receive the bulk of the Ion barrage. Her advanced GDE-RS5 shield array would, likely to the surprise of their foes, weather the storm as it was designed to do. It would whine and shimmer violently, but otherwise engage its molecular shunt system to engage its Ion shielding.

There was still a notable amount of shield damage that would result from the volley, but whatever thought there was of the flotilla being disabled would be far from the truth. Instead, the hornet’s nest had been prodded, and they were about to see what the consequences of such prodding would be. Some stray bolts did in fact make their way past the Kalden’kad, pinging against the hull of the Buurenaar’gam since her shields were temporarily down to facilitate refueling. Thankfully, her Cap Drains would do much to minimize the effect of those stray bolts.

Localized subsystem disruption would occur at the decks of impact, but by and large the ship remained operational. The refueling crew would break the connection to the refueling blister, and soon enough the Ha’rangir Star Destroyer’s shields would be up to shield from further volleys, if it came to that.

Internally, the flight officer did not waste any time reaching out to Patrol 1 again: <“Patrol 1, we are weapons free and on full alert. Perform evasive maneuvers.”> He began uploading firing arc telemetry data to the fighter squadron to avoid any risk of friendly fire. As he was doing so, the comms officer spoke up:

“Alor, I have opened a channel with the enemy fleet.”

With a nod, Kjartan keyed the display and opened the channel. “Unidentified enemy fleet, this is Chieftain Kjartan Bralor, of the Iron Covenant’s Mythos Fleet. Consider our opening salvo your first and only warning - stand-down, or we will give you, and those you’ve sent to board us, no quarter.” The war-chief had an air of command and resolve around him; a dignity and strength that could only be communicated by years of experience. “Your saboteurs will be in our custody soon enough. What you do next will determine whether they are sent back whole, or in pieces.” It had never occurred to the chieftain that this could be a miscommunication. With the limited information at his disposal, he was taking charge of the situation as best he could.

Hopefully, the situation on the ground was remaining less karked to hell.

Spoiler: Ship Status

• Buurenaar’gam - Ha’rangir-class Star Destroyer
  • Shields - [UNDAMAGED]
  • Armor - [UNDAMAGED]
  • Superstructure - Light Subsystem Damage - Temporary
• Kalden’kad - Brok’ur-class Heavy Assault Cruiser
  • Shields - Light Damage
  • Armor - [UNDAMAGED]
  • Superstructure - [UNDAMAGED]
• Akaan'ar - Cabur-class Escort Frigate
  • Shields - [UNDAMAGED]
  • Armor - [UNDAMAGED]
  • Superstructure - [UNDAMAGED]
• Sapan’vod - Cabur-class Escort Frigate
  • Shields - [UNDAMAGED]
  • Armor - [UNDAMAGED]
  • Superstructure - [UNDAMAGED]

Spoiler: Summary of Actions

• Acquiring its target lock first, the Iron Covenant flotilla launches an interrupting volley of fire at the unknown fleet.
  • The Buurenaar’gam launches a considerable balance of his armaments at the Void Hammer.
  • The Cabur frigates and Brok’ur heavy cruiser target and fire upon the Hokk Destroyers.
• The Kalden’kad suffers shield damage from the opening Ion salvo of the enemy
• The Buurenaar’gam suffers minor subsystem disruption, locally contained thanks to its cap drains.
• The Buurenaar’gam finally breaks away from its refueling connections and hastily raises its shields in anticipation of a prolonged engagement.

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[Reggie Rau]

GALAAR
PLANETSIDE | DRESSEL
ALLIES: COV
ENEMIES: JUN
ENGAGING: Briana Sal-Soren
GEAR: In bio

RAZOR​

Reggie was a red pillar as she listened to the Jedi speak.

She had still been feeling isolated, but the comms of acknowledgement trickled in and before long, more armoured bodies materialised next to her. That bit of kinship meant the world to her and gave her the confidence she needed to face down these people that had encroached on their downtime.

It seemed she wasn't the only one that thought that way.

"Looking for naught but another excuse to engage us, t'would seem." He idly added in comment, words a low drawl. "For what business could they possibly seek here, but to brazenly intervene in matters they understand not, just as they have before?"

The ex-Mand'alor's presence next to her instilled a warm feeling within Reggie. It was truly amazing how they all stood together, despite their ideological differences that existed prior to the forming of the Covenant.

If only these Jedi could hit the road.

"If not, then help us to understand what happened, and explain why Ryloth is still burning."

Reggie's eyes narrowed behind her visor. That entitlement. All Jedi had it. Even when they tried to recruit you to their cause during interrogation, as Reggie had learned when she had been captured during the Alliance war. They always try to shove their belief down your throat.

She drew herself up to her full height as her hands came to rest on the grips of her blasters in their holsters.
"Does it really matter that much to you, Jedi? The way I see it, you have already made up your mind, no matter what we say happened. Yes Ryloth burns - that's what happens when a population shoots at you before you step off the shuttle - not that you would listen." she said jadedly before drawing her pistols as her jetpack started to hum against her back as it powered up. "We know how you kind operate - regardless what happened, Ryloth burns and you're here to collect the debt. So stop wasting everyone's time, Jedi, and do what you came here to do."

With that she shot into the air as both pistols rained golden bolts at the Jedi that seemed to lead the rest of them. If the woman tried to block them with a saber, she'd surely get a surprise.

The old pain Reggie had against their kind had mellowed over the years, yet it flared brightly for them to feel as she made the first move.

It was probably rash in some of her kin's eyes, but she still had a score to settle with them and here they were on a platter.
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[Zhea Nox]

ECLIPSE
PLANETSIDE | DRESSEL
ALLIES: Toby Perris | JUN
ENEMIES: COV
ENGAGING: Kamon Hourn

BUSHIDO​

The entire situation was tense.

Zhea had a bit of reservations of showing up in a such a group to talk to the Mandalorians, though she understood the reason for it - they had to win time for the others to get all the information they could get their hands on.

Yet, the Sage felt that a better attempt at peace could be made.

The beanpole of a Padawan stood next to her and she could feel him being as ready as the rest of them. He had the makings of a true Consular, being as sensitive to situations as he was. You could cut this tension with a knife after all. She would spend more time with him regarding diplomatic missions and how to diffuse such a tense situation.

But before Zhea could smooth things over when she felt a spike in tension from the Mandalorian group as Briana spoke, chaos erupted.

She instinctively intensified the barrier that usually surrounded her to at least include the tall Toby next to her.
"Wait!" she cried to whoever would listen, keeping the barrier up but not yet unclipping her lightsaber. "We can sort this out! Let's just calm down!"

She had little to no personal issues with Mandalorians. She still felt a middle-ground can be found between their cultures. Yet she knew how militant they were - they hardly ever tried to stop the fire from spreading.

So she moved in front of her padawan as she held up a stopping gesture to whatever Mandalorian tried to rush them.
"I doubt either of our cultures want or can afford a war between us!" Zhea added to whoever would listen, though it was probably for naught.

So she at least summoned her staff into her hand for at least some protection.

"Get your barrier up and start moving, Toby." she mumbled at him as she braced. ​