For a Purse - Republic Dominion of Cato Neimoidia

[Jannik Morlandt]

As the ship tracked back and he surveyed for a place to land, another communique came in from the Kel Dor. He listened, and the moment the defense grid was suggested, he made for landing at a nearby pad, probably suited for several smaller craft for a protective force for the local defense grid. Gingerly he nudged the controls and came about, the ship thrustered slowly down onto the pad.

"You're--" then another voice chimed in, another familiar sound, another friend. He smirked. "Alright, double's even better. You can't say no, Kian."

He powered down the Aurora Hawk's engines.

"Good to hear your voice again, Kana. I'll see you in a few."

Then that line was severed. He stood up from the pilot's chair, straightened out his robes - he'd been wearing them less and less often, lately - and went for his lightsaber, a simple design he'd put together after one trip or another to gather crystals. Somewhat simpler days, those were. Having himself sorted, he looked to his padawan, query in his face and words.

"I'd like you to stay with the 'Hawk for this one, Choli. Keep an eye on things."

A faint smile crept up on him. He grabbed a communicator that was simply his and appended it to his left wrist.

"I'll be back soon enough, I think."

Then he was off, disembarking and looking around, then heading off for the defense grid compound as fast as his legs - and hopefully, the Force - would take him.

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[member="Kian Karr"] | [member="Graxin Rade"] | [member="Alarice Mollari"] | [member="November Sinclair"] | [member="Geneviève Lasedri"] | [member="Choli Vyn"]​

 

[Corvus Raaf]

Cato Neimoidia. It brought back happy memories. Time spent here with Kana and Kian. And perhaps today would bring forth happy memories one day - they were here to ensure the planet returned to Republic hands. For the people and for the Chief Healer, [member="Avalore Eden"] - a woman for whom she had the utmost respect.

As ever she was with Kana. Their objective was simple - to secure the defence grid consoles and terminals. And it appeared Kana had secured a wager with Kian about who would finish first. Corvus was not competitive - but once she knew the odds, there was no way she would even consider not beating them. She was a Corellian.

So she metaphorically rolled her sleeves up and fell into step. “It was your money you were betting wasn’t it?”

[member="Kana Truden"]

 

[Uri Aureleos]

"20 credits?" Uri moved up standing next to his master. "We're Jedi. Betting you lightsaber would make it more interesting." He joked then gave a light smile. He was one to talk he carried two specially made lightsai. Weapons that paid homage to the monks of Agamar. He wouldn't part with either unless he was told to by a member of the council. He let out a light sigh. He just came from meditating... Again. He never though he would be so tired mentally from it but he wanted to know what was wrong with the force. The unfortunate part being the fact he was a padawan. His knowledge was limited on it. He pulled himself away so that he could focus more on the task at hand. He placed his arm on his masters shoulder. He meant no disrespect by it and did so in a friendly manner poking fun at how she was shorter than him now rather than when they first met. He felt relieved to be back by her side. "How are you feeling, Master?"

[member="Corvus Raaf"] [member="Kana Truden"]

 

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He was starting to sound like a broody little teenager again wasn't he?

"We'll just rebuild it. Not like it hasn't been sacked a thousand times before." He replied as he slid a power pack into his PEP laser. It was a handheld non-lethal weapon that generally left the target disoriented or unconscious. Perfect for this sort of thing.

Other than that, he carried his lightsaber, and that of Darth Vulcanus. Neither of which he planned to use.

"Thanks for the sentiment though." He added quietly as the dropships came to a soft landing atop the massive bridge city of Zarra. The great Nemodian settlements were structurally unsound, but they had not fallen in thousands of years, and they certainly did their job - to shock visitors with their majesty.

The doors to the dropship slid open with a quiet hiss. The landing pad they had set down upon should have been empty; instead the Republic forces were met with half a column of ancient B-1 battle droids, and a wild eyed soldier in a Sith uniform.

"We've got the council!" The soldier, a human who could not have been more than twenty shouted. "The Sith are gonna come soon. You'd best leave before I kill the lot of you. The Voices would reward me if I did...I'd like some credits."

Graxin pushed off of the bulkhead, and motioned a hand toward the lightsaber on his belt. The soldiers trained their weapons on the single man, and his droids returned the unspoken threat and took aim at the dropships.

The Jedi switched to personal comms, and thanked the force for the umpteenth time in the past week. You couldn't read someone's lips when they had a helmet.

"Must be a holdout or two. Maybe with the pirates. If they really have the Council, we'll need to tread lightly. No casualties."



[member="Kian Karr"] | [member="Jannik Morlandt"] | [member="Alarice Mollari"] | [member="November Sinclair"] | [member="Geneviève Lasedri"] |

 

[Kiyron]

A portion of the fleet that had deposited troops on Alderaan dropped out of hyperspace into Cato Neimodia orbit, carrying more troops to secure the planet. Kiyron awaited in another dropship, reloading his gear. Alderaan had been surprisingly easy. He hadn't even needed to fire a shot.

By the intel he was receiving, this was going to be different. It seemed pirates and perhaps some Sith troops still remained on planet and were willing to fight over it. It was an incredibly wealthy planet, after all. Lots of resources to loot. Or for the Republic, secure and keep on planet with defenses.

They'd already recovered several of their most valuable worlds but with destruction from the One Sith, much of that would be set to work rebuilding the infrastructure. As far as he could tell, Cato Neimodia was still largely intact, except for that pirate fleet out there.

 

[Geneviève Lasedri]

"Yes. See you on the ground," she responded to the escort pilot. Some things never change. The drunk starfighter was still around and kicking with her no matter where. Perhaps it was a testament to her character. But--if that was the case--maybe she should not let that go to her head.

"All is clear, Captain?" she asked, taking a glance out the viewport to note the locations of the communications arrays and the spaceport relative to each other. The first thing she would need to do was make an official broadcast as soon as the local government made themselves receptive and the comms team had everything established.

"All clear, Chief. Coordinates are in, and we are good to land."

Without much fanfare, the sleek, black vessel was venturing into one of the primary docks, where a small cluster of officials were awaiting her arrival. Hopefully politics would not be troublesome in such desperate times. Cato Neimodia needed the Republic, and the Republic needed them in turn.

[member="Thane Drexel"]

 

[Thane Drexel]

Thane circled overhead as Lasedri's ship touched down. Until it was fully secured on the ground, Thane made a few passes.

"Alright boys and girls, grab your big kid pants and set down. We are escorts and nothing more. We offer nothing more than a mean face and the symbol of the Republic."

Thane and his wingmen dropped down and landed their fighters around the convoy ship. He and the other two hopped out of their cockpits and walked over to stand guard for Lasedri and her crew. Thane took a swig from his old flask, the act was almost routine and expected by any who knew him. It was his calling card and cure to nerves.

"LZ secure and waiting for your lovely face Boss."



[member="Geneviève Lasedri"]

 

[Writer]

November had left the dropship before it got to the infil site - and she was already cloaked behind the scenes of the landing platform. Within her hand were two "popper" grenades as well as her vibroshiv - it would be a methodical movement, and one that would require timing to be perfect on the part of herself and the slicer component within the unit that arrived on planet with them. Her gracefulness was something poetic, perhaps it could even be considered a piece of art that belonged in a museum - nah, it was poetry in motion, truly. There would only be the faintest sound of metal hitting duracrete and a gently ticking and no footsteps - only a gasp of surprise as the dirty blonde woman came unconcealed. In a flash of electric sparks and lightning discharge - the poppers would explode between the columns of droids, sending their wires and internal components in disarray.

Some would explode, some would just topple over and at that very same moment - all communications and holofeeds would go dark.

"I don't think so..." She whispered softly into the ear of the man in the uniform, her grey-blue eyes glancing at [member="Graxin Rade"] a few meters before her as she brought the blade clean across the throat of the man. Just like that - in a slash of a knife and a spray of blood across the platform - the pirate would fall to his knees, clutching at the wound in his neck before he collapsed completely to the ground...bleeding out within a matter of seconds. Cold efficiency was her job - calculated kill without mercy. It's who she was and what she had been trained for. She would step up and over the fresh corpse, kneeling down to take a key-card from his belt before tossing it towards [member="Graxin Rade"]. "Going to need that..."

 

[Kana Truden]

“Same to you, Jan. Nice to finally be able to understand you.” Kana laughed into the comlink before turning it off. She had to make way through the streets with Corvus and her student in tow.

“Gambling lightsabers? Corvus, I like this kid.” Uri had the right idea of things, but... “But perhaps lightsabers would be a bit too interesting.” She chuckled again. “Maybe next time.”

They pushed ahead and into the areas where there without doubt would have been a crowd at one point. The eeriness of the drastic lack of lifeforms was still something that would chill her to the bone. It just wasn’t right. How can people just disappear like this?

“We should be there soon. It’s this way…” Kana paused for a moment as she withheld the grin from her lips. “I think.”

It was, but it was fun to humor them in case the other two didn't know.

[member="Uri Aureleos"] [member="Corvus Raaf"] [member="Jannik Morlandt"]

 

[Kian Karr]

Twenty credits? Kian smiled widely beneath his mask as he croached down and moved with the slow deliberate stride of one who wanted to keep his presence unknown. But then again....there was the bet to consider. Kian suddenly found himself moving a little faster then he normally would through the ductwork he was now in. He certainly wouldn't let Corvus, Kana, or Jannik beat him!

Coming to the end of the line, Kian had to choose between doing down or progressing forward. Stretching out with the force, Kian could feel the presence of a single guard in the room below....those were odds Kian was ok with. Prepping himself, Kian edged his legs and lower body over the side of the drop off and lowered himself down carefully toward the vent that would lead him into the room. Wedging himself against the walls of the ventilation system, Kian peered through. His force senses hadn't fooled him. There was only a single guard and by the force he had his back toward Kian.

Using the force, Kian carefully spun the screws on the vent, being careful not to make any noise. When the grate fell forward, Kian grabbed it in mid air with the invisible hand of the force and lowered it down to the ground. The guard, oblivious to this happening behind him, appeared to be too invested in scrolling through some rather provocative pictures of Twi'lek dancers. Kian silently laughed at the guards distraction and lowered himself down onto the floor, using the force to drop down silently.

Kian considered his options for a moment and found himself hesitant to act. His plan was to knock the man unconscious and take his keycard....but after Kian had escaped from the place of shadow and blood he had killed, not out of duty or to protect but because of an uncontrollable rage he had felt in the pit of his stomach. Since that time, Kian had found the thought of violence....even non-fatal violence....more unnerving then ever before. He was never a violent man, but he was hesitant now. Kian stretched out with his mind and touched the guards. In his 'distracted' state, Kian found the mind easily coerced. Planting the thought that one of the dancers was waiting for him at home, Kian sent the guard running from the room. He could get in without the security keycard.

Moving to the exit, Kian peered around the corner and found the corridor empty. At the end was the security door Kian had been looking for. On the other side was the communication hub and the terminals that controlled it. Once Kian had access to it, the communications would be firmly in Republic hands.

Kian smiled as he stepped into the corridor, firmly believing that he'd just about won the bet already.

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[member="Kana Truden"] | [member="Corvus Raaf"] | [member="Jannik Morlandt"] | [member="Uri Aureleos"]​

 

[Writer]

Alarice cursed loudly and before she could say it - the yelling of the TACOPs officer confirmed her suspicion. "Ma'am, the scans are coming back negative with lifeforms, cargo bay is filled with a chemical compound similar to Rhydonium!" Alarice quickly moved to the holomap and began barking orders to the Feora and Liberator. "Captain, come about five degrees, hard to port! Those gunships are going to make a run for the Liberator!" She yelled through at the flickering image of Captain Leina. "Focus fire on their engines, stall them! Do not let them get clo-"

But it was too late.

The first gunship pierced through the defensive line of the Liberator and Feora, and detonated it's charges, exploding in array of debris and kinetic energy that sent ripples through the defensive line of the 7th fleet itself. The Dauntless would shake violently and alarm klaxons would begin to sound. "Admiral, we've lost contact with the Feora - she appears to be critically damaged!" Alarice's gaze shifted to the Freedom class which had been taken out of the fight by a single, suicidal gunship. The 2nd gunship was making it's charge with the guns of the Liberator opening fire wildly upon the smaller vessel - but luck would be in the hands of the suicidal pirates and their robots and it would puncture through the remains of the Freedom class and detonate.

"Brace for impact!" Alarice yelled as the debris from both gunships and the Freedom would be scattered about the battlefield, propelled in different directions by the powerful explosive charges. The shields would blink rapidly, noting each impact of both turbolaser fire and debris on the Dauntless. Alarice gripped the table tightly as the shuddering stopped, her gaze turning to the Decimator which had remained relatively silent - perhaps it was because it too was a decoy, intent on drawing in the MC-180 to it's death grip or maybe because the Captain had seen an opening to escape...

The latter would have it as the ship began to turn, attempting to turn and high-tail it out of the hot zone. Would she risk it? Chasing down an 800 year old vessel just to get revenge? No, she couldn't risk it. That ship would be loaded down with charges much like the other two and it would be a gamble she couldn't risk - not now.

"Get rescue crews ready to get out there and warn everyone on the surface immediately - there will be incoming debris..." She said in disgust as she moved away from the holotable, two vessels down and three pirate ships destroyed by their own hand. A play from a book so old even she had neglected to think about it. "The Liberator is listing - she's not completely dead so there must be survivors..." She sighed heavily. "I have to inform the Supreme Commander about this..."

Maybe she had been behind a desk too long, training Cadets and pilots to fight that she lost her edge - just maybe. This was a wake up call that the Galaxy was far from stable and there were still those out there willing to do anything to survive.

[member="Kayleigh Tyven"] | [member="Graxin Rade"] | [member="Kian Karr"] | [member="Kana Truden"] | [member="Geneviève Lasedri"] | [member="Thane Drexel"]

 

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"Someones's feeling showy today." Graxin snickered he caught the key card. He slipped it into a fold on his belt, and ignited the cyan blade of his lightsaber. The PEP laser was clipped to the hilt of the weapon. The grip was awkward with the added weight, but if Graxin needed to stun in of the councilors, all he needed to do was pull the trigger.

"Try not to slot the Neimodians. Our good chief will want them alive - and I'm not too inclined toward killing the unarmed, even if they are worms."

The battle droids were controlled centrally by an operator...an operator who happened to be lying inert on the landing pad. Still, a single commanding droid tilted its tan head upward in surprise.

"Halt! You are trespassing on property of the One Sith Em-"

"Nope."

Graxin sliced the droid in two from its right shoulder to the left hip. The pathetic thing tumbled to the ground in two smoking halves. The remaining droids, now without any source for command, fell down into a crouching position, and powered off.

The Jedi Lord strode on down the walkway toward the entrance of the Purse Council's 'chambers.' In reality, the structure was a massive and extravagant villa right in the center of the city. The doors slid open without issue, but oddly enough, no one came to answer.

"Gen, pirates have the Purse Council. Hold off on the rendezvous with your Neimodian harem. We'll make our way into the meeting chamber and clear out any remaining pirates." He reported through the comms.

The Republic soldiers filed into the building. They found themselves in a massive hall with doors leading down adjacent corridors on either side. At the very end stood two massive doors that could have only led to the meeting chambers.

A single shot dropped the point man. Pirates popped out from behind columns, out from the side doors, and fired down from the balconies above. Some were former One Sith military, others were simply scavengers. All were well armed and entrenched making use of the choke point that was the door that Graxin had just walked through.

The Jedi pulled his blade in close, and span it this way and that as he batted away blaster bolts. The soldiers capitalized on this, cutting down any pirate that gave Graxin too much attention.

And that was how the party started.


[member="Kayleigh Tyven"] | [member="November Sinclair"] | [member="Kian Karr"] | [member="Kana Truden"] | [member="Geneviève Lasedri"] | [member="Thane Drexel"]

 

[Jannik Morlandt]

Soon enough, he had caught up to Kana to find that another two had joined her. This was really starting to feel like a reunion of sorts, though the unique quality of the Jedi meant that most absences were hardly of note. Still...

"My apologies for the noise back there," he quipped, walking up to them and aligning his pace with theirs, "our Kel Dor friend needed a distraction and it was the most immediate distraction I could come up with."

An errant thought slipped through his mind as to what Chloe would think. Then another wondering if there was some way that she would ever be returned, or if he had just inherited the Aurora Hawk and everything within. His thoughts turned to the quiet in the streets. It was something no-one could ever get used to, of that he was certain.

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[member="Kian Karr"] | [member="Kana Truden"] | [member="Corvus Raaf"] | [member="Uri Aureleos"]​

 

[Kana Truden]

Distractions? Clever thinking.

Kana smiled at the idea of the sneakmeister [member="Kian Karr"] being slowed down. [member="Jannik Morlandt"] might have bought them some time but how much? That man was a shadow for a reason, was he not? They came upon the grand entrance to the defense grid. Except there was nothing grand about it. A small metal door held hostage, or well, guarded by a single man who approached the small group of jedi.

“Who goes there?” A really bored guard would ask.

“Jedi. Defense business, let us in quickly.” A really sped up and excited Kana would respond.

The man eyed them before shrugging. “Alright, just play nice in there.”

Kana quickly nodded and leapt into the room. Consoles and terminals aplenty and she had to pick one. Was it the one with the big red button? Felt like it. She quickly mashed away at the buttons to make computer-magic. Security protocols to be updated, sockets to reconfigure and variables to be double checked.

“Come on… Come on…” A stressed up I-am-not-going-to-lose-this-bet Kana spoke through her gritted teeth.

The terminal continued it’s non-stop beeping. She would finish it up in just a few minutes, she knew it.

[member="Corvus Raaf"] [member="Uri Aureleos"]

 

[Kiyron]

Kiyron studied the reports from the surface. Interfering too quickly where the Purse councilmembers were being held would be unfortunate and escalate the situation. They needed on the ground quickly to have any impact. For that they needed a landing zone.

"Deploy at the edge of the city." He marked three locations on the holomap. "From there we'll secure the city as best we can while the others handle the council."

"Coordinates being transferred among the fleet, Colonel." The reply from his new executive officer came in over the short-range comm.

"Excellent. I'll be in the first dropship."

He signalled the pilot, and the ship lifted up from the hangar, followed by the rest of the ships and began their descent towards the planet.

It was a bumpy flight from turbulence, but not much resistance. It was unnerving and strange. Where were the pirates? Were they too busy up above and below to see their doom encroaching upon their temporary planet. Perhaps. Or they may not be professionals able to take everything into consideration or even if they could, perhaps they didn't have the resources to respond.

 

[Kian Karr]

Kian was still struggling to come to terms, not only with his actions on Alderaan, but also on the awkward feeling of the Force itself. Something was simply not right in the galaxy. Kian had known the touch of the force since he was a child among the Baran Do....but it no longer felt like it use to. For years Kian had felt the warm embrace of a friend when he felt the touch of the force.....but now it felt more like the touch of a stranger. Kian was sure in time he would come to get used to it, but for now it was disturbing.

And distracting.

Distracting enough that Kian almost missed the tingle of warning from it just seconds before the automated turret dropped down out of a hidden compartment in the ceiling and whirled to life, aiming its twin barrels right at Kian's chest. He reacted slow....slower then the Jedi Master would have before all these crazy disappearances. Slower then he would have before he had awoken in a place of shadow and ghosts. Kian could handle shadows.....but the ghost he had seen in that place had already haunted him for so many years.

Bringing his lightsaber up, Kian threw himself to the side, avoiding the first bolt of energy, and swinging his blade around slamming the second directly into the wall. The corridor provided no cover, and little room to maneuver against the robotic turret. Seeing no other option, Kian swatted aside the next string of blasts with one hand and made a fist with his free hand. With a creak and a screech, the metal tubing that served as the barrel, bent in on itself as Kian grasped it in a violent telekinetic attack. Kian crushed the barrel just as the next barrage of fire came and with a violent shake and a shower of shrapnel, the turret errupted into a small ball of fire and sparks.

The barrier Kian threw up protected him from some of the blast, but with the force acting strange, Kian wasn't able to protect himself quickly enough to avoid a few cuts and scraps as small pieces of metal flew past. Worse still, Kian had made a lot of noise.

"So much for stealth!" Kian chided himself and turned around driving his lightsaber into the control panel for the exit door. He'd need time to work on the communications system, and he could afford to have any distractions. Rushng forward, Kian took one look at the door to the communication hub and bit back a curse.

The control panel to the door had been destroyed in the explosion. "Looks like I'm cutting my way in!" Kian snarled as he drove his blade into the side of the door and began to carefully cut away at the metal. This would slow him down even further.

"Twenty credits....." Kian said to himself, steeling his resolve and pushing the blade even faster.

[member="Kana Truden"] | [member="Corvus Raaf"] | [member="Jannik Morlandt"] | [member="Uri Aureleos"] | [member="Graxin Rade"] | [member="Alarice Mollari"]​

 

[Writer]

November rolled her eyes and moved over the corpse of the pirate and followed closely behind Graxin, it wasn't until the first shot that was fired that she would take note that it was time to disappear - like she always did. And so with a burst of electrical current and discharge of energy - she vanished into thin air, running full speed at the group of pirates engaged with the Jedi Lord's forces. She would appear left - just a glimmer, then it would be right - perhaps a flicker of light or even motion would catch the eye of a Force user.

No normal being could really -see- her, not until the blood sprayed across a column a few meters infront of a trio of pirates, causing them to cease their firing upon [member="Graxin Rade"] and his contingent. Confused and concerned by the sudden spray of blood from their comrade infront of them - they would raise their weapons towards the area where it came from. As the first rounded the corner, he found nothing but another man with a gash in his throat...and he too would soon find himself crying out in pain and for mercy from an unseen foe as a blade pierced his flesh from the side and then hands came around his neck and jerked harshly left and up. The sound of bones snapping and vertabrae breaking was enough to make the strongest of men cringe and the remaining two pirates scramble in such a manner that they ran into each other.

Unfortunately - for the one who stumbled back from the befuddled move, he would be caught by the black widow's grasp. Her right arm would come up and underneath his armpit, swiftly jabbing in the vibroblade into the subclavian artery. As the man screamed, her left hand would come around and cup over his mouth - swiftly - thus silencing him in such a manner it would be nothing more than a muffle. She'd twist the vibroblade as she slowly came unstealthed before the Weequay who stared in disbelief at the events unfolding before him. She would sneer as the tempature gauge would begin to read differently on her hand and wrist, even down her forearm - most likely from the blood that was pouring from the wound inflicted by her knife.

Sadistic? Nah. November had been caged too long and despised anything related to the One Sith - for it had been a Sith who once tortured her and even poisoned her. It was a Sith who took her and her sister, both failed experiments from a Cartel project that was to produce warriors more fierce than the ones involved in the Fett Project. It was a Sith who murdered her sister right before her very eyes and took his time - carving his knife into her flesh...

Back to reality she came as she held the now dead man within her grasp - staring at the Weequay before her. "Gendah Noq Dut At..." She said, ripping the knife free from the body of the man and allowing it to drop before the two of them. "Before I change my mind..." She gestured with the knife towards the being, it wouldn't take him long to get the message - he'd throw down his weapon and quickly scramble away.

[member="Kian Karr"] | [member="Kana Truden"] | [member="Corvus Raaf"] | [member="Jannik Morlandt"] | @Kiyron

 

[Jannik Morlandt]

He followed Kana into the building, assuming Corvus and Uri had as well, and glanced over her shoulder at the progress before stepping away to take a look around. Just because the guard was bored didn't mean there were no pirates that had snuck into the the building by other means, so he moved a little further away and tried to focus on what he could hear that wasn't the beeping, but the beeping drowned out the quieter sounds.

"Well, if only..." and his jaw set at the thought of the Force. It was hard to not have it be the first thing he called upon, hard to resist the easy familiarity of just using what had always been there, but it had been instilled in him since the advent of the disappearances that relying on that instinct was not wise. Still... he peered into the dark. His fingers brushed against the cool body of the lightsaber hilt dangling from his side.

He would never know unless the attempt was made.

So, he tried it. He tried reaching out with the Force, the old, old ally that had been his comfort and his guide... and in bygone times, his tool, his weapon, his servant, to see if it would grant him anything at all...

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[member="Kian Karr"] | [member="Kana Truden"] | [member="Corvus Raaf"] | [member="Uri Aureleos"]​

 

[Kian Karr]

Kian could hear the pounding on the door at the end of the hall. It seemed that the pirates, too impatient to wait for the cutters to come, had decided it wise to smash the butts of their rifles against the door. Idiots. Kian thought to himself as he cut the last centimeter from the rectangular cut and with a wave of his arm sent the hot metal plate flying down the corridor. Ducking under the cut, careful not to touch any of the edges, Kian stepped into the room and he made his way toward the central terminal.

There were a number of terminals, each coordinating different aspects of the communication hub, but the central terminal was the one Kian needed to gain access to. Through that terminal he could give access to the Republic splicers that were waiting eagerly to gain control back from the pirates. These pirates may not be tactical geniuses, but they certainly had shown greater forethought than the pirates Kian had dealt with in the past. Taking over the communications had been a smart move.

Plugging into the central terminal, Kian punched several keys on his datapad to begin the program that would gain them access to the security system. It wasn't anything too advanced.....which was something that should likely be fixed in the future, but for now, Kian would reap the benefits.

"This is Kian Karr." Kian said opening a comm channel to the Republic slicers that were on board the capital ship in the heat of battle above. "Access to the communications should be up." Kian said and waited for them to do their work. Glancing out into the hall, Kian saw the tell-tale signs of a torch cutting away at the door. He was running out of time. He just hoped the battle above wasn't distracting the slicers too much.

[member="Kana Truden"] | [member="Corvus Raaf"] | [member="Jannik Morlandt"] | [member="Uri Aureleos"] | [member="Graxin Rade"] | [member="Alarice Mollari"]​

 

[Writer]

Alarice watched as the crews deployed from the Dauntless to begin recovery efforts on the vessels lost to the pirate sabotage.

Her hands clasped tightly behind her back, tight enough to draw the blood from them and whiten her knuckles. Her teeth would clench, and eyes would narrow as she watched the Decimator pass the debris field and escape into hyperspace. She would then turn to her Executive Officer - Commodore Lysi Dural, a Sephi who was far wiser than her at times, especially in these situations. Alarice would sigh and move away from the command deck, bringing them to attention and with a gesture the crew would return to their duties - Commodore Dural would follow close behind her and into the turbolift.

As soon as the doors closed, Alarice turned and slapped the emergency stop button on the lift, prompting the white haired Comodore to face her - eyebrow raising. "Admiral?"

"Why didn't I see that coming?" She questioned the woman before her.

The other woman tilted her head slightly, knowing full well what Alarice was meaning but refused to acknowledge it. "Elaborate what you mean, Admiral."

"You know damned well what I mean Lysi!" She thrusted her hand to the side. "We just lost two ships and alot of good people to a two bit move that could have been pulled off by some...some..." Her hands would come before her, gesturing a bit wild like before she clenched them tightly. "Ensign!" She shouted.

The Commodore would calmly release the emergency stop button and soon the turbolift was on it's way again, in that moment she turned to Alarice and placed a hand upon her shoulders. "Sometimes, Admiral, the simplest tactics are the best ones." She shrugged lightly.

The turbolift doors would open and the Commodore would step out, forcing Alarice to do the same to stave off awkwardness. She'd allow Admiral Mollari to pass her - in her stunned silence before they continued on towards the hanger bays - it would be time to see what would be recovered from the wreckage.

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