Invasion Fade To Black | GE Invasion of GA Held Arkania, Champala, & Ord Lithone

[Caelan Valoren]

Her response was not what he had expected.

In fact, it resulted in him being knocked backwards onto his backside, though he recovered quickly, as one did when one was trained in multiple forms of martial arts, and neither of them preferred to be on the ground. He should probably take up another martial art that dealt with ground combat, come to think of it. He’d have to look into that later, when he wasn’t busy dealing with an Imperial spy.

Suffice to say, she did make it to her first landing, but as she went to jump boost away again, he lifted a hand and created a barrier out of the Force behind her. Solid, much as a wall, so when she jumped again, she would slam into it, and it would keep her from escaping. And while she was firing wild shots up and down the corridor, they weren’t really getting near to him so he didn’t make much effort to stop them. Honestly, he had the feeling she didn’t really want to hurt him. Something about the way she reacted, and how she was running away when she could have shot him point blank and been done with it.

But then she turned her attention to shooting at the locking mechanisms on blast doors and he had to run, using the Force to enhance his speed, to keep from being cut off of from her. Fortunately, he was quick, and the wall she’d jumped into should knock some sense into her, at least long enough for him to catch up. He slid beneath closing doors to keep near to her.

“There’s no need to run,” he said as he got closer. “I don’t intend to hurt you. I was just trying to get you to admit what you were doing. Honesty goes a long way with me.”

In fact, once he drew near to her, he didn’t close the distance between them, respecting her personal space. He did, however, keep a barrier up behind her so she couldn’t just run away again.

MEANWHILE…

The henchdroids were making quick work of the last obstacle between them and the waiting shuttle. Fate bounced from one foot to the other as he watched. He was eager to get away from any flames himself, even though they wouldn’t likely hurt him unless he stood in them for a long time. Fire was not something he was a fan of. He didn’t even like using his blaster because it reminded him of why he had it in the first place. Dang Nihil jerks.

The droids managed to break down the door, and the scientists went through it without any prompting from him. They were quick to head for the transport.

"Beep, bweep-beep dwoop. Dweet bwee bwoop-bwoo dwoop-bwee. Beep bwoo-bwoop boop-bwoo."

He walked into the hangar, but turned around to face the direction he expected Caelan to come from. While he waited, he sent the two henchdroids that had broken down the door back to help try and contain the fire. He didn’t want Caelan burning up.

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ATTIRE: Link | WEAPON: Lightsaber | COMPANION: BD-F8 | OTHER: Sigil Bead (Necklace), Prosthetic Left Arm

TAGS: Ines Pen-Ar-Lan ​

 

[Selrik Lorcas]

Selrik snorted at the comment about not fearing the representatives of the Galactic Empire. What nonsense. What was there to fear from a people who won a single battle and then demanded surrender? No, he didn’t fear them. He didn’t even care to acknowledge them aside from his comments to the senators of the Alliance not to treat them like Imperials. They weren’t going to act like Imperials should, which was why they’d received that warning from him. They really did believe they could succeed in coming to the senate of the Alliance to get a surrender out of them.

“Good work,” he said in regards to the dossiers. They’d be useful in the future.

As for the comments directed at him from the Galactic Imperials, he didn’t even acknowledge them. They fell on deaf ears. He’d brought out his datapad with the dossiers that were broadcast to him by his associate, and was casually reading through them as he stood within the pod. He had time. Once the senate dealt with the Galactic Imperials they could begin working on what he was there for.

Though it seemed Dayna wasn’t too thrilled about things, and was angry enough that she wished to remove herself from their presence. She was young, still, and these sorts of things were probably not something she’d previously experienced.

“It might be good for you to go and speak with them in private regarding our actual reason for being here. I will remain as I wish to listen to the current proceedings.”

That was him giving her permission to go ahead and begin discussions outside of the Senate Chamber.

OUTFIT: Moff Standard | GEAR: Blaster Pistol | COMPANIONS: Imperial Sentinels x4
TAGS: Dayna Rhyss | Alexandra Feanor | Arsenio Tagge | Feridade Parthi | Lander Stalwart | Cressida Tolliver | Runar Ævar | Janus Vipsanius | Kroeger | Redak Boyd ​

 

[Voldran Molf]

Information and Tag

Shadow Lord, Prince of Nightmare, Dream Lord​

"Galactic Basic" | <"Mandalorian"> | ["Úr-kittat"] | ~"Telepathic" communication ~ | << comm. channel >>​

Objective: Find the Veeshas Tuwan, Sith library-temple
Location: Ground, Arkania
Equipment: Armour | Sword || OPBC-01m
Allies: Kaleb Sunwalker | Orran | Talon Draven | Prowler II | Thomas Barran | Khronas | Cesare Demici | Flannigan Tagge | Open
Enemy: Corazona von Ascania | Closed

Voldran could still sense the girl’s presence, yet he could not pinpoint her exact location; it was as if she was everywhere at once. The only thing he could hope for was that if she sensed his presence as well, she would avoid him; he trusted she wouldn’t be stubborn enough to follow him or deliberately seek him out. After all, he had warned her that he didn’t wish to harm her, and she had seen how hard it had been for him to hold himself back from attacking. So the man continued to reach out into the Force, ensuring that he went another way and avoided others altogether.

Eventually, he stepped into a larger chamber where both archaic and modern books filled the shelves. The modern works were mostly datacrons, though there were also physical tomes made from paper, leather, or other materials. A terminal stood here as well, and it powered on as the man approached. Light was scarce; only dim illumination glowed near the bookshelves, as if the main power source had long since run dry. The room remained shrouded in semi-darkness, especially along the edges and around the columns.

The small droid still hovered above his head, casting its own beam of light. As Voldran approached the terminal, he touched something at the centre of his chestplate, prompting the armour to retract, as if the shadows themselves were drawing back into the device in his chest. Beneath it, he now wore only a long, elegant coat over a black, knee-length tunic, dark trousers, and black leather boots. Without the armour, his movements seemed lighter and more elegant, and for the first time, his face emerged fully from the gloom.

He brushed a few stray strands of hair from his eyes; strands displaced there by his helmet. His features were noble, perhaps even handsome, and he appeared young. The red of his eyes, however, gave a strange and almost unsettling harmony to his appearance. Now at the terminal, he activated it, resting his sword against its side. The weapon remained by his side as, moments later, the familiar blue shimmer of a hologram appeared: the image of an older woman in simple garments. It was impossible to tell whether she was Sith or Jedi. Voldran didn’t allow her to speak; he already knew his time was short.

"I’m looking for any documents, records, or books detailing how to break or disable Sith runes, but not by suppressing the Force. By another method." he said to the system’s AI, his voice carrying that same ancient sorrow it had borne back on Coruscant.

"Search initiated." the hologram replied in a slightly archaic, yet clearly understandable Galactic Common.

 

[Wymar]

P E N I T E N T
THE GALACTIC EMPIRE
Battle Armor [MODIFIED] | Lightsaber
501st STORMTROOPER LEGION | 1st BN, 327th STRM RGMNT
1st ARMORED ASSAULT | DIVARMOR | 'BLIZZARD FORCE'
GE | Tiberius Zaarin | Meliant
FOCUS | Kyric​

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BORN IN WINTER​

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ARKANIA
902 ABY
GALACTIC ALLIANCE​

The snowtroopers continued to bound through the snow pack in what was a difficult task. Arctic training was always the worst. Always the most grueling conditions of which a fighting man could put himself through. To weather both the enemy and the elements, both of which wishing death upon you. Here, at least, it was not some long, drawn out sustainment exercise. No need to conserve energy or hump around days worth of resources. Assault packs and weapons ready. The terrain was difficult to cross without fielding the fire of Alliance emplacements ripping through their advance.

But they spread out wide in staggered columns through the snow, utilizing the open landscape and tactical comms to keep unit coherency despite the distance. All the while, Wymar felt the prod at...the other, at his mind. A dark presence in open opposition. Inviting and enticing him into an arena of which the conditions would be set against him. A managarie of thoughts aligned to intrigue the ego and hubris of a Sith. Alas, Wymar was not seduced and a more familiar presence dogged his attention.

As Kyric reached the bluff, he could see the pale silhouettes of Wymar's stormtrooper charging through the snow, leaning into cover to back up the advance of another squad each. Within that moment, the thundering ambience of war seemed to dull around them. Focus upon the other, the moment before them. The Jedi lifted his crimson sword in salute, the silhouette of the ebon knight was still for a moment before he grasped the long hilt of his saber in one hand lifting it over his head before he ignited it, the crackling crimson firing out with an imbued contempt, the guards of the crossguard jutting out before venting some of the crimson kyber along their lengths. He then brought the blade parallel to his form in his own salute, his other gloved hand slowly rising to take the lower half of the hilt before he held the blade aimed toward the knight over his shoulder.

Kyric. Of course it was him. The familiarity unmistaken but there was no way of dispatching of this knight without the clash of blades. He stepped forward with a twist of his wrist and a cut toward the knight. Whether it made purchase or not, one of his hands would give to the hilt to unfurl a shard of violet lightning toward Kyric. <"You march so feverishly...to help them?"> He asked, his voice distorted and vocoded, muffled by the visor of his sallet. Its tone and inflection struck with pity and disappointment. <"Foolish...">

 

[Ines Pen-Ar-Lan]

Fade to Black

Caelan Valoren ​

Also tagging: Ronhar Tane Zuv Ralen Keilara Kala'myr Kelig Ward Vireth @other imperials at obj. 3

Thank the stars for helmets. The Agent had managed to catch a glimpse of the force wall that emerged right in her path after she had activated the jump boots a second time. She only just managed to brace for impact and alter the angle of her boots a little as to reduce her speed - but avoiding coliding with the thing was not an alternative. It was the firefighter's equipment that saved her from some potentially life-threatening injuries.

After the collision, everything seemed to be hurtining. Laying on her back, Ines let out a pained groan as her hands instinctively ventured up to, hopefully, soothe the pain that coursed from her head and down into her neck and back. She squinted as she looked up to study the Force projected wall that had blocked her path.

She would allow herself to lay there for a few moments before finally willing her body to start moving. As she did, she let out pained yelp - when moving, she discovered that other parts were hurting too. A consequence from falling down onto the metallic tiles after crashing into the wall. But even then, it appeared as if she was determined to push through the pain. Getting up was a struggle but she eventually found herself leaning against the wall that the Jedi was projecting. She was gripping the blaster tightly but showed no intents of using it.

Throughout the time she was struggling to recover, the Jedi had been closing the distance between them after an impressive burst of speed. With the door locked behind him, and the projected wall behind her, there weren't many readily accessible escape routes available to her left. But then, he stopped. Her puzzled brows could be seen under the helmet

"What?" her voice was weak and confused. She squinted a little - likely due to being dazed, rather than to display skepticism. "I'd hate to see what it would look like if you tried" she continued whilst rubbing her neck with her free hand. The lighthearted comment was followed by a simple "Why? What difference would it make?"

 

[Caelan Valoren]

What difference would it make? That was a good question to ask.

“All the difference, actually,” he said, letting his hands hang at his side. “Honesty indicates that you’re capable of acknowledging what you were doing and would allow me to gain some trust in your answers. Trust in your answers allows us to be on equal footing in conversation, which allows me to discuss what you were doing with you rather than having to just take you to security for processing.”

Which he most certainly would do if she wasn’t interested in talking with him. He didn’t have the time to sit and interrogate someone who wasn’t going to be cooperative. However, he did have a good feeling about this one, that she might be willing to work with him, to chat with him, about what was going on instead of just trying to hide what he already knew. Clearly she wasn’t going to be getting away from him, and even though she had a blaster, he could very easily remove it from her hands if he wanted to. She had to know that given what she’d already seen him do.

He pointed to the weapon in question. “Why don’t you put that away and we’ll talk?”

"Bwoo-bwoop beep bloop dweet dwoop bwoo-bwoop bwee-dwoop boop-bwoop boop-bwoop dweep-bwoo bwee-bwoop bweep-beep dweep beep-bwee beep. Bwee-beep dweep-bwoop bwee-dweet bwoop-boop bwoop-bwoo bloop-beep bweep-dwoop boop-bweep dweep-dweet bwoo-bweep dweet beep-bweep." These beeps and bwoops chimed over his comlink.

He grabbed it up. “Understood, Fate. I’m conversing with our arsonist at the moment, so I’ll see you in a bit.”

Putting the comlink back, he turned his attention back to the girl.

“Would you like to tell me why you’re working for the Empire, and we can talk about your life choices, or would you like to go to jail?”

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ATTIRE: Link | WEAPON: Lightsaber | COMPANION: BD-F8 | OTHER: Sigil Bead (Necklace), Prosthetic Left Arm

TAGS: Ines Pen-Ar-Lan ​

 

[Corazona von Ascania]

Tag: Voldran Molf | Closed
Location: Veeshas Tuwan
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Cora's presence dimmed into the shadows. It gave the illusion that she'd perhaps turned a corner and chosen a different path, away from Voldran. To see it disappear entirely might've roused suspicion.

Instead, she followed. Pacing in the Dark One's footsteps, she lingered behind him at a safe distance - if there was such a thing.

Once in the chamber, she idled at the threshold. As his armor retracted, she became sure of one thing; this was the young man she'd encountered in the bowels of Coruscant's Jedi temple. He'd been helmeted then, but peering through the planes of the Force had stripped him of his battle regalia.

The hologram began to glitch, the librarian's image flickering in static. The search paused.

"You will not find such knowledge here."

Cora took a half step forward, dim light now casting deep shadows across the features of her face. The way she spoke wasn't mocking - it was with quiet compassion. She didn't even know his name, yet his plight was not unknown to her.

It had stirred her empathy.

"The Jedi removed those texts," she continued. It was the truth. Vetting Sith documents was a slow process, but perhaps there were tomes they'd yet to discover. They'd removed quite a few for use in their own academies and enclaves. "But, I have read them."

It was one thing to purify lingering corruption or to send an ancient spirit, weak and weary, back into the Force. No, this was something far more volatile. Something living and dangerous.

"You are suffering. I felt it on Coruscant - you've been hurt by the people who were supposed to protect you." Her voice was quiet, unobtrusive, yet it seemed to carry in the ancient stillness of the library. "So have I."

Another step forward had the shadows shifting along the slope of her nose and the turn of her jaw. Her brow was creased, just slightly in distant concern.

"I do not know you, but I do know that you've been bound to a life you did not choose. I know that pain."

Cora slowly extended a hand towards Voldran. There was distance between them, both physical and metaphorical.

"Let me try. Please."

 

[Ines Pen-Ar-Lan]

Fade to Black

Caelan Valoren ​

Also tagging: Ronhar Tane Zuv Ralen Keilara Kala'myr Kelig Ward Vireth @other imperials at obj. 3

[...]

Does the Jedi have on-off switches or something? He kept going, even after I asserted myself, and when I tried to run, he had me ramming some sort of Force field. If it weren't for the helmet, he'd probably have cracked my skull open. Head's still hurting. Hah! And when he leapt at me - I haven't felt that sort of horror since I was a child.

And then - snap! Suddenly, he's back to being gentle and compassionate. He made me want to tell him the truth. It's like I had this little voice saying "Go on, tell him, Ines. He'll understand. It'll be nice get it off your chest. He's a good listener." Isn't that ridiculous!? Next time I'm on leave, I need to go make some more friends. Maybe I should also watch a few documentaries to remind myself what Jedi are really capable of - though getting hunted by this guy might be reminder enough.

At any rate, I kept myself in check. He's obviously strong in the force. Just spewing lies at those folks would never work - so I did what I do best. Weaving and layering.
- Actually, who knows? If I had actually kept myself in check, would I have answered him in the first place? Wouldn't it just have been better to fight? I don't know. It felt right to try.

[...]

She had kept her composure when he explained why he wanted her to talk. Even without the firefighter's mask, it would have been hard to read much from her facial expression. When he mentioned putting her blaster pistol away, however, she seemed to be taken by surprise. Her brows rose for a brief moment as she looked down to the weapon and then up to him. The Jedi had shown no signs of tiring yet, and she was already injured. The tight grip around the blaster softened and turned into a two-fingered hold to show that she wasn't about to fire the weapon. She then brought it up and tucked it into her jacket. If she was getting out of this mess alive, it wouldn't be due to her skills with a blaster.

When he got a call, the girl waited patiently. For the most part, she remained very silent until she heard the Jedi talk of her as an arsonist. "Hey!" her exclaimaiton softened half-way through as pain quickly and harshly tempered her expression. A pained grimace spread across her face before she let out another lighthearted quip "Your friends started a fire too"

Then, he pushed again. He wanted her to talk. The Agent's hazel eyes fell on him once more. She was studying him, searching for any indicators of lies or deceit. Finally, she let out a resigned "Okay, so what's the deal? I tell you what motivated me to come mess with you and then you let me go?"

His answer would have her raise a curious brow. Her gaze fell and she allowed more of her weight shift onto the wall he was projecting behind her. A shiver crept into the pained sigh that passed her lips before she finally decided to give his alternative a try. Although there was a fair bit of reluctance in her voice.

"What is it you want to know anyways? That I've lived under the Alliance's governance?" the working-class Corellian remained consistent. "That the Empire treated me way better than the Alliance ever did?"

 

[Bernard]

OBJECTIVE 1
VEEHAS TUWAN
ENTRANCE​

@IMPERIALS AT THE SITH TEMPLE
(anyone and everyone is welcome to get in on this)

Empire: Flannigan Tagge Tyro Lok Voldran Molf Khronas
Jedi et. al.: Corazona von Ascania Dangal Olderem and the Lightsworn crew Henna Ashina Corr Jannik Morlandt

Engaging Directly: Lord Creuat Darth Apophion
Relevant: Kyric

KINGS

"Mercy?" Apophion asked, his tone almost mocking. "You mistake your place, Jedi. You are no judge. You are a warden of faded truths, standing knee deep in the graves your ruined order has dug."

"One chance," he repeated. "I offer you the same. Throw down your weapons. Walk away. I will allow you passage to retreat, but I will only offer it once."

He had offered such terms before, and yet the Jedi always chose conflict. In that, they were no different from the Sith. The hilt of Apophion's saber turned slowly in his palm, still unlit, yet the air between them grew heavier. Frost began to creep and weep down the walls.

"Or stay, and learn what your mercy is worth in the place where the Jedi's lies come to die."

How weak and foolish you truly are, Bernard

His mind bridged to the Jedi, marching with determination and without fear to his warning.

Coruscant has fallen and the Empire continues its siege of the Core Worlds, yet you offer mercy

And this is why you will lose alongside the rest of your squabbling companions

MERCY. SURRENDER. WEAKNESS. FEAR. WARNING. FALLEN CORUSCANT. LOSS. FINAL CHANCES.

Who did they think Bernard was? What made them believe he cared for anything that came from the bastard mouths of Dark Side cretins?

"Rhys!" He knew that one would get under the Nautolan's skin. "You talk too much!"

He needed less of Dark Siders talking and more Dark Siders dying.

"That goes for the other Sith, too!" Bernard called out over the mountainside.

"If I wanted to talk you to death—"

Bernard raised his hand, palm-upwards. The snow stirred. A dozen blades, axes, and other weapons lifted from beneath the blanket of frost around him. They spun slowly, until they stopped point-first toward the Sith.

"I'd have gone to Fondor!" Bernard yelled.

That same moment he thrust his hand forward, and the weapons did the same. One after the other, aimed with precision, in a staggered attack to force his opponents to evade or power through it. Few of them were reinforced with cortosis. That was a modification he'd reserved for the swords he wielded. Not pure cortosis, either, but the mesh which gave them enough resistance to stop a lightsaber without being cut.

While the blades flew, Bernard himself leapt from the top of the entrance into the snow below. A cloud of it surged up as he landed, breaking visual with the Sith. The Force played a part in that, as Bernard purposefully tossed up more snow to make visibility even worse for the off-worlders. They didn't benefit from the Arkanian trait of seeing in the infrared. Which meant, while they saw a cloud of white, he could perfectly clock their positions.

 

[Ko Vuto]

Location: Arkania, Fort Tagge Trenches
Tag: OPEN

The situation was getting dicey at Ko’s location. Every volley from the encroaching walkers kicked up more dirt, stone and snow around their entrenchments. Creating a literal fog of war for him and the defenders.

The Kel Dor poked his head up from over the trench just as some of it began to settle to see how close some of the lumbering walkers had gotten. Witnessing just in time for a rocket to be launched from one of their many snow covered pillboxes. The quick munition flying up before connecting with the head of one of the overbearing mechanical beasts. Knocking its head to the side some and messing up the walker’s posture for only a brief moment before another one on its flank turned slightly towards the small fortification.

A second later bright green bolts of energy zipped through the air and annihilated the pillbox just as the walker that had been stuck began to regain its composure and continue its advance. As if the rocket had been little more than an irritating bug flying in the face of some megafauna.

Getting a sense of imminent danger Ko quickly dipped back below the ridge of the trench before a fresh volley of blaster cannons began to pepper their front lines again. Bracing himself as the shock of explosions reverberated around him and the soldiers he was with. Many of the defenders were Arkainians or “lesser” offshoots augmented into a cybernetic warrior caste. However, the checkered past of this world and its people did little to dissuade the Kel Dor Jedi from doing whatever he could to aid.

It was nearly impossible to see through the haze of dust and snow from the trench but Ko thought to use it to his advantage. Behind Ko’s goggles his pale eyes closed shut as he reached into The Force to offer him visual guidance and see through the chaos created by their foes. For the years Ko was rendered blind and needed to use The Force to perceive the world around him. The skill still proved useful at a time like this as it cut through the visual obstructions in the air around him. Allowing him to see the walkers closing in as clear as day.

Under the cover of smoke, dust and snow. Ko scrambled up and out of the trench and focused on the closest walker. Getting a good look at its quadrupedal design. The way its body shifted with each step. The way its legs all moved and articulated for locomotion.

If Ko had not dedicated so much of his time and energy into building up the entrenchments he might have had the ability to crush the walker’s hull like a soda-can given enough resolve. Even if it would be hardly in line with showing restraint as a Jedi. Perhaps it was a good thing he didn’t have that kind of energy left in him. Instead his focus went towards the walker’s leg. Getting a translucent image of its internal mechanisms and design.

Reaching out with his single arm the Kel Dor clenched his clawed fingers into a tight fist. The peachy tan skin around his knuckles quickly got pale as he squeezed the air. Critical parts around the walker’s front leg began to bend and buckle. Once the raised appendage began to touch down for its next step the joint at the legs midsection gave out as Ko telekinetically crushed some of its internals. Trading out raw power for precision with The Force to achieve a desired result. Causing the massive walker to lose balance and harshly fall forwards onto the ground. Just as the dust began to settle Ko hastily retreated back to the relative safety of the trench.​

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[Skye Mertaal]

Bounty Hunter Name: Skye Mertaal
Bounty Hunter License: Link
Seeking Bounties on: x | x | x @Jacen Voidstalker
Toggle on: Verified

The Incom starfighter sat quietly, its antigravs still warm from being powered off. Skye moved in a slow circle, visor narrowing as her HUD swept for tripwires, sensors, or alarms. Nothing pinged immediately, but she kept her steps deliberate. The cold air did little to cut the damp cling of sweat under her armor, and a faint tremor lingered in her fingers before she steadied them on the rifle's grip.

Up close, the sandblasted, worn sigil caught her eye -- THe New Jedi Order.

Her jaw flexed, teeth pressing tight behind the rebreather. A Browncoat's ship. Perfect. The curl of her upper lip in a scoff of amused distaste stayed hidden by the helm, but the ache building behind her eyes deepened.

This would do. If she could tag it and haul it back, the bounty would be hers.

She crouched, another wave of clammy heat rolling through her with that nauseating acid twisting intensity. She had to pause, sucking down air through her nose and then out of her mouth. ONce she steadied herself ,she continued a sweep of the hull, until she found the location she needed, tucking a tracker into a seam so small it would take a full teardown to find. The location was hers alone.

Always plan for contingencies. This way, she'd still know where it was going if things went sideways.

Straightening, she let her breath fog the inside of her visor as she turned toward the tracks leading to the mountain's dark mouth.

Let's see what the hell this Jedi was up to.

 

[Ronhar Tane]

CAPTAIN RONHAR TANE, TK-3301
OBJECTIVE III: SHADOW PROTOCOL

"Everyone in position?", Ronhar asked over commlinks.

"Ready to go, sir!", Garhosl replied.

<"I am in position as well">, Snrunch roared over the commlink, though as to how much of that Ronhar or Garhosl understood was hard to say.

"Right...wait for my signal", Ronhar ordered as he braced himself. He took a deep breath, and ran out from behind the shelving, right into the sightline of the Scorpenek Annihilator Droid. The droid immediately responded, firing its laser cannons at Ronhar. Ronhar ducked and dived under a barrage of laser fire as he approached the droid, firing his Prototype Sonic Pistol at full power.

The spheres of sonic energy echoed throughout the room as they impacted the droid's energy shielding. Enough shots from the device would disable the droid's defenses, though not nearly as quickly as Ronhar would have liked.

It was time for Plan B.

Ronhar grabbed a Rhydonium Grenade from his blast vest, activated it, and threw it full force at the droid. It exploded in a dazzling array of green, leaving behind a cloud of noxious gas. The droid's shields flared for a brief moment, and it suddenly began charging toward Ronhar, weapons firing full blast at him.

Just as Ronhar had hopped.

Ronhar immediately turned around and ran toward the shelves, baiting the droid to follow him. As laser fire rained down around him, he continued his advance toward the shelves. He just needed the droid to get a little bit closer...

There!

"NOW!", Ronhar shouted into his commlink. From the other side of the room, Garhosl and Snrunch pushed as hard as they could, successfully knocking the farthest shelf from Ronhar over. The shelf toppled over, knocking another shelf over, and another, and another, and another, and another until a chain reaction of shelves were falling over one after another.

Right toward Ronhar and the advancing droid.

As Ronhar saw the chan of falling shelves, he immediately doubled back toward the droid, diving and rolling around it as he sprinted back toward the now unguarded terminal. The droid slowly turned around to follow him...and was instantly crushed by the weight of a falling shelf! The droid collapsed to the floor, energy shields fully disabled. It struggled to stand up, but would surely do so given enough time.

Ronhar wasn't going to let that happen.

He pulled out Burnblade and started slicing the droid to pieces, hacking it apart section by section. By the time Garhosl and Snrunch made their way back to Ronhar, the once mighty droid had been expertly disassembled by Ronhar and his sword.

"Can't believe that worked, sir", Garhosl gasped has he gazed upon the wreck of the Scorpenek Annihilator Droid. Still, it hadn't been exactly subtle what Ronhar had did to destroy the droid. Even far beneath the factory, between the Sonic Pistol, the exploding grenade and the crashing shelves, Ronhar was certain that anyone else in the factory must have heard the commotion he had just made.

Meaning he had to work fast.

"Get that terminal sliced!", Ronhar ordered Garhosl as the rest of his men came running toward the source of the noise Ronhar had just made...

TAGS:
Ines Pen-Ar-Lan
Caelan Valoren
Keilara Kala'myr
OPEN

 

[Lysander von Ascania]

Location: Near Fort Tagge
Taral-type Sith Trooper Armor Mk. II
Bounty Hunting

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Silently, Lysander edged through jagged spires, each step more cautious across the tundra’s canvas. He kept his breathing steady, but the memory of the last failed infiltration threatened to claw at the edges of his mind.

Through the filters of his helmet, the world of Arkania transformed; heat signatures flicked and danced across the display, guiding him closer to Fort Tagge. There, in the distance, the AT-AT’s presence was clear, mechanical limbs grinding closer.

Gone was the rush of Force Speed, replaced now with precise movements, as he soon approached the fortress's outer perimeter. The towering walls cast shadows over the snow, and he notes the defense towers armed with turrets. And beneath the surface, trenches revealed yet another layer of protection. But Lysander's eyes were drawn to the shielded generators in the far distance, knowing his target lay near that area.

Drawing closer, the veil of Force Cloak was summoned, his presence disappearing into the atmosphere, his vitals like snowflakes, a ghost among any scanning sweeps. The teen was confident that no alert would signal his arrival here, just another whisper of wind.

Sliding behind an ice spur, he peered through a narrow crack in one of the walls. Beyond, a maintenance grate called to him, an invitation amid the fortress's defenses.

Next, Lysander gripped the left gauntlet's grappling device and fired a micro spike into the metal plating. Between that and the FAE/A-14 foot gear, which could lock him onto even the slickest surfaces, he was more than capable of scaling the wall.

The boots gripped the walls; with one hand overhead, he lifted his weight just enough to free the other and reach upward. Halfway up, he slowed his pace to minimize any swinging that might give away his position, his arms and back muscles burning steadily, endurance fueling each pull.

Once near the lip, he braced his hands on the ledge, muscle fibers humming with strength; with one final surge he hauled himself up and over the ledge, a note of satisfaction washing over him. But he knew better than to linger on such feelings, for there were still many challenges to overcome. With a steady breath, he shifted his weight and moved forward into the next phase of his mission.

 

[Thomas Barran]

TAGS
Friend: Voldran Molf Artam Macek Sharad Dhavale Tiberius Zaarin
Darth Apophion Flannigan Tagge Meliant Wymar Tyro Lok Prowler II
Khronas Lord Creuat Talon Draven Damien Zannen Cato Panaka

Foe: Dynamis "Dynas" Ultra Makko Vyres Corazona von Ascania
Gavin Restur Dangal Olderem Jacen Voidstalker Kyric Ko Vuto
Solan Charr Ailuros Skorvek Bernard Magdalena Bloodscrawl
Alexandra Feanor

FADE TO BLACK - PART SIX

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ABOARD THE MV: HEART OF MAR'ZAMBUL,
ARKANIA, GALACTIC CORE COLONIES (903 ABY)

'There is pain in that voice.... You hear it?'
'Aye.... An' you felt that, did ye not?'
'How could I not? Its still rushing through my veins, sir.'
'Through ALL our veins!'
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'If that is the sort of man who would command us, I would do anything to make sure it happens.', the wise one continued, only trailing off to put hand over heart and bow respectfully, showing great signs of deduction in assuming tribute would first be needed before permissions could be given to train. Yet, there would be much more in the way of vetting and radicalisation to consider, and when the outspoken one concluded,'Regardless of whether you prevail here or not.', the one-eyed Woad found himself considering the end-result of the battle as well.

'Good, good.... Then kneel.... That goes for all o' you.'

​

Unsheathing the Promise, Barran would find himself smiling at their quickness to obey, unreservedly setting up to declare for their overlord without reservation, an incredible show of resolve to destroy,"The Ones with Wicked Needles", once and for all. They were all rather lucky in that regard, as most cases of new recruits' requests meant little and less to Nomads who often conditioned them to stifle homesickness, carefully considered as the Khan projected his voice to state,'With my Rook, I know for a fact you won't see your home again for years, for you are no longer Arkanians.... You, my new friends, are Mawsworn now! YOU - ARE - NOMADS, AN' NOMADS YE SHALL REMAAAAIIIIN!!!!', annointing each and every right shoulder in sight.

'RISE, BROTHERS!!!! RISE, AN' CLAIM YOUR TITLE - BECOME REBORN AS KESHIGS OF THE HORDE!!!!'

Raucuous cheering erupted in response, with echoes bouncing off all the surfaces of the docking bay, and infectious enough that Barran's own voice eventually joined those of the rogue Arkanians, roaring with sword held overhead before the last of the Keshigs had risen to their feet. If this was to be what Rook Darkhan had truly wanted, then the Bloodhound would work in earnest to make sure it happened, and perhaps just in time for the 1st Mawsworn Auxilia's next deployment; as it appeared that many would not even need too much training, nor too much indoctrination, but they would need to start shortly after the battle's final shots of anger.

'Alright, Keshigs. My subordinates here will take you to your bunks. Rest well, for your training will begin tomorrow morning.... You made it - you have won.'

AUXILIA
VI

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TUWAN GLACIER, SOUTHERN LURON VALLEY,
ARKANIA, GALACTIC CORE COLONIES (903 ABY)

'BAAAAAAAAAAAASTAAAAAAAAAAAAAARDS!!!!'
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Amid the haze of slugthrower Cordite and steam kicked up from ground-diverting blaster ricochets, visibility was remarkably low on the Tuwan Glacier, obscuring all opposing views all across the line of contact; Mawites would find themselves entangled with elite Core Worlder troops, of an origin with whom the Keshigs were completely unaware, all they knew was that this frontline contingent were a tough, strong collective of warriors. Thus the immovable object finally met with an irresistable force, marking the makings of a return to form for the Mawsworn, rising to the occasion as both sides engaged in the truest, closest resemblance to the trench fights of yesteryear.

'Head on a swivel, Brother!'
'Come on, Ghoul! Relax - there's method in the madness!'
'Don't-'
'Just be ready, Brother! Its gonna get real loud - real fethin' quick!'

Throwing open his winter coat, the Archon-Elect laughed as he revealed one side practically covered in beacon-droids from top to bottom on one inside seam, clicking nine of them into life and directing them before throwing the coat off his shoulders. Then, just as Rook was picking Vengeance up by the pommel, all nine droids called on laser-guidance for bombardment precision, and just as the rogue Arkanian predicted, (though he kept the reason firmly to himself for fun effect-) the foggy effect had served to amplify the intensity of these precision-marking beams. Threefold in brightness as much as width, the red glow would be seen by all, a danger-close like no other; and just as predicted, these red lights would be enough for both sides to disengage, invoking fear strong enough to break any psychosis.

<"You're crazy, Rook! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!?!">
<"Check optics - we're all scattering! Just flip the fethin' switch already!">
<"Fine, but I'm counting you in, understand?!">
<"Alright, just hurry up and commence it!">
<"THREE.....">​

'Better start sprinting, lads! Go!'
'Chit, chit, chit, chit-'

Cutting down one particularly-sneaky adversary as he turned southward, the Archon-Elect would begin to laugh, cackling almost manicly, revelling in the heat of the action as he shoved and shunted his peers in the safest possible direction. Some of the wounded would not be able to make it out in time, but in consideration of the fact their wounded enemies would have the same extrene of misfortune, Rook knew there would be a small reprieve to be earned from this attempt to slow the GADF's attacking momentum; and with the mountain (and it's temple) constantly reminding the rogue Arkanian of the wall at their backs, every desperate measure would need to be taken, as the survival of the 1st Auxilia depended on each and every one the Archon-Elect implemented.

<"TWO..... ONE....">​

'Here comes the fun part!'

<"ORDNANCE INBOUND - BRACE FOR SHOCKWAVE!!!!">

[BOOOOOOOOM]
​

All across the previous line of contact, the brightest light seemed to shine where none dared walk by then, not with tracking-beams in clear sight before the eventual burning flash, the wall of intense heat indented the shrinking southern battlefront with a crater that would surely slow the fight to a crawl. Though as for what had burst the glacier's surface so thunderously, only the slightest discernment of flame would be needed to see what was launched from the Heart of Mar'Zambul, giving Rook all the more reason to laugh as he jumped into the nearest dugout - fully-aware of the mayhem that Rhypalm was capable of creating.

​

'Rook, you PSYCHOPAAAAA-'

[WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSH]
​

Unlike most shockwaves, the combination of molten flame and glacial ice would only cast one reaction across the southern Tuwan basin, making it fairly obvious that this elemental effect had been subject to prior calculations, and prior pacts between the Darkhans. The one thing none had expected was the sudden implementation for a danger-close action, and so early on in the battle, but there was something of which only Rook had foreseen. Sacrificing his access to the Imperial line of contact in the north, the Archon-Elect would step out to the aftermath of the scalding shockwave, immediately looking toward ground zero, to the deepening crevasse of his own making.

To a noticably wide gap between embattled contingents, over which only hover-vehicles, jetpacks and rope-ladders could carry soldiers cross.

'Your move, Core-Worlders.... Your move.'

​

The opposing vanguard were beginning to approach the gap already, taunting from the other side, shooting blaster bolts to the Keshigs as they attempted to return to their recently-dug trenchlines, making a clear and present statement of their intent to continue. The Khanate would not take long to fire back, engaging in back-and-forth potshots as both lines began to man their previous posts again, though all the Keshigs would feel the newfound anger of their adversaries, and not just for the time Rook had bought for the Dark Side Elite. There were steam-scalding injuries, all ranging across an entire spectrum of severity, and to add insult to injury, the rhypalm had set three effective command-posts to the bedrock beneath the glacier.

Their adversaries (and before the Mawsworn could ever get around to identifying them properly) were cresting over a new threshold of aggravated wrath, finding enmities potent enough to give strength to their arms, air to their lungs, and inspiration to their minds. The rogue Arkanian could feel it, like livestock feeling the burning gaze of watchful scavengers, but there was a thrill, a particular rush that Rook had not felt for decades before that day, and it was proving quite infectious. Ghoul could feel it every part as much, as did the Mastiff and Slicer as they set up to return fire with a rotary cannon, a culmination of effort leading to the real fight, walking into the heart of War's burning crucible.

That ascendant core of all leaps for greatness.

'HOLD THE LINE, BROTHERS!!!! THE OUTCOME IS DECIDED RIGHT HERE - ON THIS DAY OF DAYS!!!! WAR, DEATH, REBIRTH!!!!'

 

[Magdalena Bloodscrawl]

The Female Deputy , a former Padawan on the verge of death who had been rescued by Magdalena, was unaffected by the cold.

There was only the wicked. And the purging that was necessary.

The Duputy, wielding her Psychic Katana approached in the cover of the storm towards the Mawite back lines. The first sign she was there was the blood that lanced everywhere into the snow from artery wounds as the Deputy viciously attacked the Mawite ranks from behind, sword dancing in deadly slashes. The Mawites, too busy fighting the core world troops, spotted her often too late, sightless, blank white eyes flashing from the light glinting off her Katana as she ripped into the Mawite ranks with nothing but swordplay at first.

And then it's Alien mind reached into the mind of multiple knights, Rook and Ghoul included and generated images of multiple Core Worlds troops and Arkanian soldiers, far more than were actually present, attacking them from all angles. This caused fatal distractions for a lot of Mawites as the Deputy got closer, clasping some with telekinesis to hold them in place to behead them.

The shockwave from the surprise basin explosion knocked both her and the warriors around her to the ground. Some sort of devastating surprise attack by the Mawites that killed a lot of their enemies as well as them. She was one of the first up, rattled enough to recall some of her pre-Deputy life for a split second before the programming reasserted itself and she was back to killing, cutting down those who tried to rise.

Maw started dying rapidly as she advanced. One member of the Mawite hoarder spotted her deadly rampage. Being a worshipper of Ersethy, he frantically cut open his palm with a knife and began tracing her summoning runes, hoping she wouldn't kill him for his impudence in interrupting whatever she was doing...

Meanwhile, The Deputy began using telekinesis to activate and hurl belts of grenades from the fallen into deeper masses of the Mawite army, sword swinging and cutting down the disoriented, distracted as much by her illusions as by the chaos of the massive explosion...


Solan Charr

 

[Vireth]

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Ord Lithone, Inner Rim;
Baktoid Armor Workshop.
Tags: Ronhar Tane | Ines Pen-Ar-Lan | Da'Razel

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FADE TO BLACK.
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Equipment:

• Auric-Iris Ocular Suite (Model V/UX-19)​

​

OBJECTIVE III.

Gurgling to Vireth's rear filled the near vicinity of the Architect as she worked. They were accompanied by the sounds which came with someone's last dying moments. Pain, combined with fear, betrayed one of Ronhar Tane 's troopers contributed by the distant Mahpoorem Imperial Remnant whom had recently been indoctrinated in the disgusting, decadent, traitorous amalgamation of factions found within the Imperial Confederation.

The beast behind her had paid the iron price, and in time, when the alliance was no-more, so will the rest pay for defying the resurgent Galactic Emperor.

Ord Lithone must fall.

For Stardust.

The Emperor was building a weapon to bring the galaxy to heel, and so the Kuati within his Church lived to serve to bring his goals to fruition. Under the quiet yet focused protection of Da'Razel , Vireth pursued the mission enamoured with purpose and a clarity of mind. Her eyes- cybernetically enhanced by the Auric prototype- read the terminal before her scanning the contents on the screen ahead and then transmitting into the Imperial archives to be disseminated later on.

Data-Overlays kept switching in the seconds that elapsed as Vireth typed away in pursuance of data which laid within the factory. She wasn't pausing to read nor had she the time to understand what she was accessing. Nevertheless the idea was sound: upload the next file in the directory, and her eyes would scan the contents to be taken for review later. Indeed, dissemination was not the aim here. Not when she had the means to take the information now and upload it directly to the archives itself where she could read to her hearts extent in the safety of the Imperium's embrace back on Kuat.

Behind her the struggle had ended, and inevitability had come to claim another in death's embrace. For this Vireth was quietly glad for it already hurt to work the golden irises which were casting their dark gaze to claim secrets, schematics and information that she understood to be of some use to the project itself. But Vireth had learned to endure the burning which came with prolonged use of the Auric for there had been a time, among the days of adolescence, where she had been blind and then the Church had come to enlighten her with the truthes of the dark side...

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[CT-312]

//: Dynamis "Dynas" Ultra Solan Charr //:
//: Arkania //:
//: Attire //:
//: WEARING: GAHA-32 Lionheart Commando Armor| Contact Lenses| M.I. 'Halo' jump boots //:
//: EQUIPMENT: GABB-15 Talon II | M.I. Model 6 hybrid pistol | Shiva Knife //:
//: ADDITIONAL EQUIPMENT: Taozin amulet | 1 x Arrow head of Absence | LK Spider Slicer Droid | Navi/Barca//:
//: Objective I - Fire & Ice //:
//: Bounty Hunting //:
​

CT-312 kept her visor locked on Jedi Master Dynas. Recording and taking images of whatever he was doing. Whatever this was. It demanded attention. His form hovered in stillness and his energy pulsed outward from his chassis, in slow building waves. Every few minutes, the Scout scanned her surroundings. As a soldier in routine. Her optics caught movement. Noticing they had drawn unwanted attention. ‘Chit.’ Not GADF. Not standard uniform. And they were looking right at her. The stranger gave a nod. CT-312 returned it, just in case. Crisp and brief. Her attention went back to the Jedi.

She noticed subtle changes in her gear. The targeting system had become… smoother. More responsive. Her rifle's calibration felt tighter. Even her own personal systems she brought in were more responsive. Systems aligned more efficiently.

Master Jedi Dynas’s voice not only came through his droid body, but through the Alliance communication network. It echoed through nearby datapads and devices. His voice inhabited the tech around them. And this was just the initiation? ‘Flashy.’ CT-312 gave a professional nod. “Roger that, Master Dynas. If you don’t mind me asking. What do you mean by ‘tide will be ours to command', Sir?”

Before he could reply, the same figure from earlier stepped in. Addressing Master Dynas directly. Critiquing and coordinating his abilities and battlefield input.

"I share your vision, Commander," he intoned, the synthetic timbre of his voice almost hymn-like. "Our shared stratagem will bear fruit. With each heartbeat of this ritual, the lattice grows stronger—until all are one."

Commander. Nida Vaal. Ground Commander.

Of all people to approach… CT-312 didn’t react. Watching as the Commander buried herself in a datapad. Speaking through tactical data and precision timed reinforcements. The words, until all are one, stood out to CT-312. Did this have any correlation with the devices and gear effected around them? The Jedi Master just entered a meditative hover just above the snow. His slowly intensifying blue glowing form drifted upward into a cross-legged seated posture.

Then… the inevitable.

Nida Vaal - Ground Commander​

"You, Soldier, whats your designation or name. I am admittedly unfamiliar with how the greater forces of the Galactic Alliance organize their command structure as my Lord only ordered our presence here in the last few weeks after the Imperial's movements were tracked by the Sensor Networks they had made no effort to commendeer and change before pushing forward with this campaign here."

Once more interrupted. CT-312 snapped toward the Commander without hesitation. In a neutral but crisp tone, modulated from her helmet “Ashe, Commander. My name is Ashe.” Giving a standard GADF salute. “I too, am also unfamiliar with the Galactic Alliance Command structure. I’m… new to the–” Ashe’s helmet nodded toward the amalgamous group of Alliance forces across the field. “–GADF.”

It wasn’t a lie. Not technically. Troopers, rebels, droids, bipedal beasts. Even what looked like the dead. The trenches were filled with fractured fragments of an overstretched force. “Coruscant, Ma’am. That was my first op under GA command. A lot’s changed since then. This would be my second. I was at the front with Master Dynas. We engaged an AT-AT. Brought it down. Afterward, we were ordered to follow him here. Now we’re assisting. Standing guard, ensuring no one disturbs him while he completes…” Her visor shifted towards Master Dynas’s floating state. Shifting back. “Whatever this is. Commander.”

As the Scout finished speaking, her brows furrowed. Jaw slightly clenched. The Taozin amulet kept CT-312’s presence hidden. But something was pressing into her head... No… Her mind. It was Coruscant all over again. Something or someone. Whatever this was. CT-312 could tell it was wrong. The sensation crept at the edges of her mind. It was subtle. Trying to slip in. Trying to align her. ‘No.’ The words echoed inward. Not shouted, but planted firmly.

CT-312’s will braced, taut and unmoving. Her mind wasn’t a field of emotions or flowing thoughts. It was a fortress built from trauma, repetition, and drilled routine. Orders followed and death survived. Nothing got in unless she let it. And she didn’t. Whatever had reached for her, slipped away. Unable to take root. Her mind remained her own. CT-312 took a slow and controlled breath. A soldier’s breath. Regaining her composure. She kept on. Recording her target and this commander's interaction with them.

 

[Koda Fett]

B O U N T Y - F E R I D A D E _ P A R T H I​

He became a piece of tumbling metal careening through the skylanes, caught beneath the weight of the oversized magnet -- since detached from the vessel once-carrying it. Fett plummeted steadily in a blur of motion amid efforts to scramble out from underneath it, able to slip out not a moment too soon with the device becoming embedded in a passing barge.

His descent might have been slowed with the use of his jetpack, but Fett still came down at a considerable speed. He touched down on a low-rise landing spire with a thud, sprawling into a series of thunking rolls before coming to a stop somewhere by the edge.

"Hnnh," Fett groaned, pressing a palm against his helmeted head.

Scanning the space between the durasteel towers and the neon lit cityscape, it seemed the other hunters peeled off. A setback, but a costly one. The local authorities would no doubt rush to the scene, investigating the mess. With Fett soon to be confirmed on-world and that bounty placed on the senator, there were few guesses as to what he might be planning.

He needed to move, and fast.

Fett recalled the Spear III and set course for the underdocks, a place no customs frigate or senatorial guard would bother scanning. Fondor's lowest levels yawned open like a rusting throat, layers of scaffolding and derelict platforms where only freight haulers and forgotten rigs kept company. He thread the lanes with no wasted motion, the Spear III angling her side to slide between cargo towers before cutting thrusters altogether. With a low groan, she settled into the shadow of a gutted refinery bay, half-choked with slag and scrap metal.

Leaving the Spear III cloaked, she vanished entirely amid the rusted ruins. He stepped out onto the platform, his boots catching flaking durasteel, and gave the shimmer one last glance. She'd wait, as she always did. Fett turned towards the sprawl, the senate building glimmering in the distance, and took off.

The hunt hadn't slowed. He just needed to keep moving.

Feridade Parthi

​

 

[Jacen Voidstalker]

JACEN

Skye Mertaal

She would find the brown robes ahead of her. The Jedi within them was facing back towards his tracks in the snow.

Jacen has his arms in front of him. His hands were hidden, the arms of his robes together in the middle so he could keep them out of the cold.

Jacen Voidstalker tilted his head to one side. His beard became visible, flecked with both white hairs and flecks of clumps of ice.

"Why are you following me?" he called out. "You don't look like anyone I remember having a quarrel with."

The list was long. His memory wasn't what it used to be.

 

[Caelan Valoren]

"Your friends started a fire too"

"They may have," he said, not knowing whether that was true or not, "but I'm sure if they did it was as a response to what you had done to cut them off from our ship, which ultimately makes you responsible for that as well."

She might not like it, but that was true. Her actions had created the situation to which the scientists and Fate were forced to respond. If they had not been in that situation, they wouldn't have been forced to find alternative means to make it where they needed to go. If she'd just let them go, in fact if she had done nothing at all, she probably wouldn't have been caught. The moment she'd pushed Fate out of the system and locked down the scientists she'd made her presence known, which ultimately lead to this confrontation. But, perhaps, that was a product of inexperience? Or maybe she secretly wanted to be caught? Subconscious sabotage?

"Okay, so what's the deal? I tell you what motivated me to come mess with you and then you let me go?"

"You tell me why and we'll have a conversation and eventually I'll let you go. As long as you're truthful."

It was as simple as that. Honestly, he didn't believe the girl meant him or any of the others harm. If she was pressed she would defend herself, he was sure, but it appeared, even from her initial actions, that she didn't want to hurt the scientists, she'd just wanted to present an obstacle, likely as a means of buying herself more time. That was reason enough for him to want to talk to her rather than flat out arrest and confine her. While he couldn't glean much information from her passively, her mental barriers were good, he could still read some intent through her actions themselves.

He could also see that she was still in pain. Reaching into his robes, he pulled out a specialized pouch that released cold air when he opened it. From within, he pulled a small vial which he offered out to her.

"This is Lazerenzyme. It's like bacta but works a lot faster and you can ingest it. It'll help with the pain and repair any internal injuries from hitting my barrier."

He would hold it out until she took it.

"What is it you want to know anyways? That I've lived under the Alliance's governance?" the working-class Corellian remained consistent. "That the Empire treated me way better than the Alliance ever did?"

"If that's the truth, then yes. I'll tell you the two reasons why I would like to know more about that, even. First, when I fought your emperor on Coruscant I did not see a man who would care about you or anyone else. The same man who was responsible for attacking those worlds before when he led the Dark Empire, for doing great damage to them. Secondly, if the Alliance is doing something wrong I wish to know about it so I can work to correct it. Whilst Jedi do not have a say in governmental affairs, I'm also the King of one of the Alliance's member worlds, and I do have a say as such."

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ATTIRE: Link | WEAPON: Lightsaber | COMPANION: BD-F8 | OTHER: Sigil Bead (Necklace), Prosthetic Left Arm

TAGS: Ines Pen-Ar-Lan ​