Forthwith from Legend | CIS Dominion of the Zhar Hex

[Eternal Ambition]

Growth was inevitable.​

And with the growth of the Confederacy came curiosity. A curiosity that lead the members, young and old, to turn their eyes to more than simply the solid facts the galaxy had to offer. Such a motion left only the most mysterious and bizarre shadows unexplored, one such peculiarity drawing attention to the Zhar System.

It was subtle at first, individuals only going so far as to dig through scrolls and records to find what they sought, but as time passed and the system became more readily accessible, efforts grew in scale. A rumor began to bud amongst the people of the systems closest to Zhar that a nearly forgotten Force order had found something known as the Hidden Temple; a temple lost to the sea of time but not entirely forgotten by those living so close to it.

As the rumor blossomed into more than mere speculation, people beginning to insist the Confederacy investigate, a number of communications began to hail from the system itself. Some for aid, others along the same investigative lines as the people of the Confederacy themselves but all pointing in the same direction.

The Hidden Temple was more than a mere myth and someone no longer wanted it to remain a ghost in time.

It was not until a spacer, who claimed to have come from the planet Taivas, approached the Confederacy with a warning that they chose to take action. The planet once thought uninhabitable, it’s atmosphere treacherous and inhospitable, was now the center of a tremendous scavenging operation. It was indeed home to the mysterious Hidden Temple of Taivas, a temple constructed upon a lake from the hulls of marooned starships, but it was hidden no longer.

With the outcry of those desiring the temple to be freed from the clutches of scum and scavengers, to be once again made haven for any Force sensitive who would seek it, the Confederacy put plans in motion. Sneak in, collect a copy of the majority of the data and knowledge and establish a hold on the planet from which the Confederate foothold could grow.

Simple, save for the ravenous scavengers.​

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Objective 1 - Acquire The Data: Get in undetected. Disarm any traps left by the scavengers as you fight your way through their numbers to the record archives to collect and copy as much of the ancient data as possible. Do not let it be destroyed!

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Objective 2 - Stop The Scavengers: Do whatever is possible to prevent the temple and the marooned starships from being stolen or destroyed while you’re putting an end to the scavenging operation.

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Objective 3 - Establish A Foothold: Use available resources to establish a foothold on and around the planet so that once the scavenging has been ceased and the planet is free from outside interference, the Confederacy can begin to establish colonies and make the planet of Taivas a safe haven once more.

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  Secure the outer temple pavillion during and after data collection from the archives.
  
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  Secure the temple docking station to prevent escape and reinforcements.
  

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[Katria Vekarr]

Location: Approaching Taivas from high orbit.​

Objective: 3 Establish a Foothold​

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She'd heard the legends, read about the myth, but she could not help but feel her jaw fall a bit slack as the Vekarr's Pride dropped from hyperspace. It was a moment short lived, however, as she caught a glimpse of a number of ships floating ominously in low orbit of the wayward system. Whoever was down there was intent, the information was on the mark and she had a mission to perform.

Giving a small, silent nod to the June as she turned her attention to the droids, and others, gathered in the Pride's common area the half epicanthix made drew in a deep breath.

"I know they said this was going to be a simple op," she began with a small flick of a glance towards the standard BX Commando Droid closest to her with signifying colors of rank. The droid didn't move, even the slightest flinch, but she knew that it had heard her before she turned to the rest of them. "We have three goals here, and our job is to complete the third. We need that data, to clear out whoever is causing trouble down there and to make it possible for the others to make sure they don't come back."

Thumbing the stock of her rail-rifle, tilting it back and forth a bit, she tapped the bud in her ear and gave a small nod towards the group she'd just addressed. With a violent shake of the ship, though one she knew not to be one of hostile deterrence, the Pride descended through the planet's atmosphere towards it's destination. What the others didn't know was that she'd taken a gamble, a risk that only she believed June could pull off. Transmitting a set of archaic scavenger codes they had breached the collective of ships above the planet.

"Once we're close June and I won't be able to stay too close for long. You'll be on your own until we the rest of our forces arrive in the dropships. We're the first on the ground and so let's make it count." Her voice soft but stern, the agent stepped towards the docking ramp and punched it into gear so that the BXs and other crew on board could see the Temple Pavillion platform coming into view. The BXs dropped first, plummeting to the platform below unceremoniously but unseen or heard over the moderate hum of mechanical metal against metal. Little more was left to be said as she turned back to the group still waiting. "Once you're in, we'll turn the guns on our uninvited friends down there.

Do what you need to do."

 

[Garza]

Location: En Route
Allies: Anyone..... Anyone.....
NPC: Oops - Operation Darkstar
Gear: Suppressed Rifle, Suppressed Pistol, Lightsaber, Armor
Post: 1

I geared myself up one last time. Everyone in the transport ship specifically used for the Darkstar agents, was also doing the last once over checks of their gear. The threading of a suppressor upon the pistol was easy to do. Simple turning of it into position as the ship flew low to the ground. So low, I could just easily step out of the ship and walk upright on the dirt. Flying this low, this fast was to avoid radar detection. Most speeder radars were built for smaller devices. As such, the ship wouldn't be picked up due the size. Flying so low, we were also limiting the radar detection by being so close to the ground. Normally aimed up to the air, the dishes wouldn't have the easiest time with picking us up.

Boomer, of course our demolitions expert, was preparing for us to go in silently, but he carried charges with him. As much as we would love to be able to take the data for ourselves, we also needed to make sure it didn't get into the hands of others. As soon as we retrieved the data, charges would be set in the room to explode it. Maybe someone could garner something from it, but it would be very difficult and time consuming. Even more so, if we needed to make a hasty escape, nothing wrong with throwing a few explosives on a wall to make our own doorway.

Nimma, our pilot spoke into the coms system.

"Make your plans snappy. We almost there."
"10-4"

Turning around, I holstered my pistol and then grabbed the hand rail keeping me up while facing the rest of the crew.

"Get in, get out. Quiet. Fenrir, Take point. Nimma, once we land, back off so others don't see you. Wait for my signal to come and pick us up."
"Yes sir."
"10-4"

She wanted snappy so I made it snappy. Gale on the other end wanted to yabber my ear off. She continued to speak as though everyone could hear her. The voice that I had gotten in my head ever since I was a child. Even she had no clue why she was able to speak to me, yet she could. Even make herself appear before me. However, she hasn't done that in quite a long time since my return to the galaxy.

"Are you sure they actually know what they are doing?"
"They were picked for this job. They know what to do."
"How do you know they won't shoot you in the back?"
"Their emotions tell me everything."
"Whatever."

While I spoke to her in my head, everyone else was oblivious to this scene that was transpiring. Either way, we were almost there. Speaking as such, The ship came to an abrupt halt with a spin to my right.

"Drop Zone. Get the hell out!"

She didn't need to tell me twice.

 

[Scherezade deWinter]

Objective: 2
Plan: Not Die[tm]
Post: 1

6 Hours Ago

"How dare they?!" Scherezade was furious. As with anyone in the CIS, the news had reached her as well. Hidden Temple, legends of secrecy, and... Scavengers.

The girl herself was a Princess to a planet that had remained safe through out the millennia by remaining less than a legend; the people of Endelaan had worked to be forgotten, and although the occasional burp happened, their mission to remain safe by remaining out of memory was more or less a success. As such, places that were similar, places that were intended on remaining hidden, whispered only through legends and stories passed on, held a sacred place in her heart.

She would have been fine if there had been a scouting mission. She would have been fine if the place had been left alone.

But she wasn't fine. Hadn't been, since the moment she learned of the scavengers. She needed a plan. She needed to do something. She needed to...

She needed a way in. Stop the people on those ships. Slaughter them one by one of she could. And she would. She'd recently acquired her aunt's ship, the Giggledust, and she'd hailed the ships. Now all that was left was getting on them.

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Now

There had been several ships the scavengers were using to orbit the world. Scherezade was on one of them, though she was quite certain she wasn't on the one that would've been considered the HQ of sorts. Her hail had included the promise of special cargo related to the artifacts that were being stolen from the hidden temple.

Frankly, the box she carried was an old statue that had once been in the Spira mansion, a bust of her grandmother. Someone (and she assumed her aunt Morgaine) had scribbled a moustache on it with black paint and punched the back to access the inside of the statue, which was hallow. Scherezade had found some powders there, which she assumed were Spice, and had no way to know what the date was on when they were made. Technically, it could've been the insides of two hundred year old deathsticks. She was really not going to check.

Still, it looked good. It looked sacred enough, if she was to judge. And it had gotten her access to the ship's cargo bay, where she assumed the transaction would be happening.

Funnily enough, there was no one to greet her once she had docked. But this was not the time to consider whether or not this was a trap. What she needed was enough scavengers to leave a body count behind.

 

[Ithiel Vi'Dreya]

Objective: 2
Location: In Orbit closing on the Scavengers Descending.
Aboard the Greylight - a Centax Class Frigate
Direct Allies: [member="Scherezade deWinter"]
Posts: 1

“Bring us in. Nice and steady. Give them the ID.”

The old scavenged Centax Class frigate named the Greylight looked the part. Half of her was non functional, or at least it looked that way with systems powered down. Ithiel was acting as one of the scavengers would. Using the same ID codes as the scavengers had on their ships to identify themselves. It had cost him a credit or two to get the info. Worth it though capturing one of their own ships. They’d not be expecting him to disable them if they fled.

“Were set here. Anything makes a break we’ll tag it.” [member="Scherezade deWinter"] Ithiel said over comms to anyone on task. The Mandalorian would yet again miss the chance to bloody himself groundside. That was becoming a running joke. Duty was more important.

Coming in closer till he was almost on top of the scavengers, the frigate slowed to minimum thrust, descending alongside the other ships. The young Verd stood on the bridge with a handful of crusaders suited up in mandalorian armor manning the most important consoles. Most of the ship was crewed by inexperienced rookies that he’d put together personally. He'd have to rely on the few crusaders from clan Varad to really get the job done. "Call us if you get in over your head." [member="Scherezade deWinter"]

 

[Srina Talon]

Objective: 2
In the Company Of: [member="Darth Metus"]
Post Number: 1

There were things that Srina was capable of that could make the strongest of men and women shudder. There were, however, things she could not do. Cooking, for instance. No matter how hard she tried it seemed that she was always putting the wrong ingredient in, baking something too long, or not enough. Slicing, or anything to do with copying data, was also a rather gigantic fail. Briefly, she debated on assisting [member="Katria Vekarr"] in establishing a foothold, but, in the end, she fell back to her roots. There was nothing quite like cleaving a treacherous little piece of scum in half and wholly scaring the rest of them out of their minds.

She ached for a good fight. Slaying creatures like cattle, issuing orders, diplomacy meetings, business contracts…It had all come with the territory of being an Apprentice to [member="Darth Metus"]. When she’d found him on Coruscant, a veritable stranger, she had not anticipated any of this. He had taken her in. Both as a student and as something that mimicked the familial bonds that she had been forced to leave behind. He was of the dark, so the rest of the galaxy loved to remind her, but Srina could acknowledge very little evidence of it. Not truly, not even in regards to the Forge beneath the Well.

The throne in the Ferocity remained empty, for the most part, because Srina felt awkward sitting there regardless who owned the assault frigate. She was no Queen, as some of the droids liked to call her, and she had, to her knowledge, no noble Eshan blood. The young woman had not been home for some time. Just like her Master missed Mandalore, the wintry woman missed Eshan, with all her heart. The clones made it bearable, as did the presence of a few others that shared her heritage, but she could not help feeling wistful.

She had never longed to be among the stars. Now, she could not keep her feet on the ground.

“Will you join me Master?”, she inquired of the Vicelord, intending fully, on decimating as many of the scavengers as she could. In her eyes they were little more than grave robbers, disrespecting the history, and the sanctity of such a place. Beyond that, Srina found herself curious. She had come across all number of artifacts that were linked to the Dark Side but very rarely did she ever cross something specifically Jedi affiliated under their purview. Typically, it was all just shades of gray. “There is time before we land if you’d like to observe first.”

The ever soft-spoken woman remained steadfast near one of the many transparisteel viewports as she waited for [member="Darth Metus"] to respond. He could be lost in his head, on occasion, when it came to his home. His family. Recently his torment had seemed to lessen but the Apprentice could never be certain when or if the proverbial storm cloud above his head would return.

As usual, the young woman wore her lightweight Starfire Protocol, carried a lightsaber, as well as a hand cannon, and her ever treasured hidden disruptor. From time to time she still longed for the steady hum of twin vibroswords but she had truly gotten used to holding the oddly balanced lightsaber in her hand. She was adaptable, thankfully, as far as weapons went and made a concentrated effort to better herself. Especially, in the eyes of her Master.

She had, despite grievously wounding a High Moff on Tatooine, failed him. Srina felt as if she had failed him and everyone she had come to care for. Nevertheless, she was not one to dwell and tried to focus on the future versus the past. There was work to be done, scavengers to deal with, and a new location for the Confederacy to secure and bring under their sphere of influence.

“It might be worth it to target and destroy any ships that don’t belong to us. The only thing is, half of this place looks like a sea of broken ships. It’s hard for the sensors to discern an actual scavenger ship from the scrap.”

 

[Malok]

Things had changed.

But things were very much the same.

Decades prior, a young Mandalorian sat within a cramped dropship as it barreled through the abyss. He stood alongside the armored forms of the Templar Order - the old gathering of Force sensitive warriors native to the first Confederacy. Their mission, that day, was to secure the Hidden Temple for their own devices. To study. To train. To grow. Back then, the Order did not expect much resistance, but they had seen fit to bring their mercenary comrade along anyway. And on that day, the young Darth Metus looked out of the viewport, bearing witness as the stars streaked by. His head was filled with thoughts of home, of the glorious songs being sang about the fire. Of the stories of conquest being swapped over overflowed tankards of Netra'gal.

And now, a lifetime later, the same Mandalorian stood before a viewport once more. Headed back to a world he had not seen in many moons.

His head was filled with the very same thoughts. Of family. Of joy. Of victories told and shared over firelight. But, his train of thoughts did not chug along for long. The reality was, unlike within the cramped confines of the dropship, he had the luxury of good company in [member="Srina Talon"]. She, over the course of several months, had become an integral part of his daily life. To this day, it surprised the Sith just how close they had become. He, for so long, had erected walls as mighty as Mandalore herself, but the young Echani had this...way about her. He felt as if he could open the door and share everything with her - including all the knowledge he had acquired over the years.

Will you join me Master?

And just like that, Darth Metus was brought back to the present. With helm tucked under the crook of his arm, the beskar-clad warrior faced the alabaster beauty. "But of course." he said, offering a smile. He then jutted his chin in the direction of the vacant throne. "Why don't you have a seat? It's about time you start acting like you own the place yeah?" His tone was alive with amusement, for the new nickname was not lost to him. He referred to her as his Srini, but the Confederacy had began addressing her as the Dread Queen. Whether it was a play upon his own role as Lord of Dread or simply acknowledgement of her performance on Tatooine, Darth Metus couldn't tell.

But regardless, he stepped across the Bridge until he stood beside the Command Throne.

"I concur. Though I think we have Life Form sensors. That might be enough to discern target from scrap." he began, patting the arm of the chair. "Give the order, we'll get started your Highness."

 

[Srina Talon]

Objective: 2
In the Company Of: [member="Darth Metus"]
Post Number: 2

[member="Darth Metus"] agreed to accompany her and a slight smile, minor, and brief broke the all too serious marble curves of her nigh angelic face. For a moment she seemed less like a warrior, and more like a young woman, before the expression disappeared just as quickly as it had arrived. If he had not seen it himself, felt her muted gladness at his words, it would seem as if it had never existed at all. He smiled and she, on occasion, could not help but return it.

The dreadlocked man was both her weakness and her strength.

His attention fell to the empty throne in the middle of the bridge and the pale Echani looked away to hide her thoughts. She wasn’t important. Not in the way he was, or some of the other members of the Confederacy. Srina had always shied away from the spotlight, even when it should have been considered an honor, simply because she took very little joy in such pomp and circumstance. Darth Metus was beyond amused and his humor bubbled through their Force Bond in waves.

The Vicelord received a dirty look for his commentary. “Why could you not install a Command Bench? Or several seats? Why must it be so isolated—so solitary?”

The Echani doubled down on giving her Master the evil eye as he saw fit to pick apart her discomfort even more. The slender woman relayed his words about searching for signs of life to the appropriate droids, but, it would only help if there were still personnel on the ships. And if the extreme amounts of interference didn’t corrupt their readings.

She exhaled slowly, the sound long-suffering, and eventually she crossed the bridge. Mercurial eyes remained unreadable when she sat down on the Command Throne, noting, that for all its formality it was rather comfortable. Ergonomic, even. Small fingers reached up to take that of her Master’s when he requested that she give the order to begin, and she held them gently, almost affectionate, if one would ever associate such a meaningless word with the Sith Apprentice.

“If you refer to me as your Highness again, Vicelord, I will find a way to throw you from the airlock.”

Whether or not she was serious would be hard to tell. She did not smile, her eyes did not shimmer, but her gloved fingers still held to his. Darth Metus was completely, and totally, a hundred and one percent incorrigible. “Take us closer to Zhar. We will sweep the wreckage and the most likely landing zones with all the equipment we have. Confirmed enemy ships are to be blown to dust.”

Once they eliminated as many escape routes for the scavengers as possible they would make landfall themselves. Then, their work would truly begin. The safer they could make it for the rest of the Confederacy to work, the easier it would be for the other groups to complete their tasks, with minimal resistance. The Ferocity had all sorts of bells and whistles that the Echani was just barely learning how to use. This would be both beneficial to the their people, and, educational for the Apprentice.

 

[Garza]

Location: En Route
Allies: Anyone..... Anyone.....
NPC: Oops - Operation Darkstar
Gear: Suppressed Rifle, Suppressed Pistol, Lightsaber, Armor
Post: 2

Ever have that feeling where you know something is going to go wrong? Really wrong? Yeah. I had that feeling right now as I dropped off the ship with the other operatives of Darkstar. They were all raising their weapons to cover every direction as I did as well. Motioning with a hand to move out, all six of us moved onwards. Upon moving to the side entrance, All of us were leaning heavily upon the wall with our backs. In the distance, Nimma's ship could barely be seen as she flew off. The cold ground and the heated air creating a wave effect upon the ground. Scattering any image of the ship from our point of view.

Fenrir made a quick peek from the door. Motioning for us to follow, we filed in. His weapon was raised out front to the main hall. Any doors we passed were stopped at for one of us to clear the room. Making sure no one was behind us as we moved. While I stayed right behind the man and would tap his shoulder to let him know we were ready to move, I also used the force to attempt to feel any signatures or life signs. Most of them were small and would likely be rodents or creatures that hid from anything that moved.

While we were moving. I suddenly yanked on Fenrir. He about yelled out at me when he saw I was pointing to the ground. One tile in the floor that was just a hair taller than the others. I could hear the sigh from the man as he realized I just saved his, and everyone's lives here. Slowly, he pulled out a knife. Gently as he could, using the tip of the blade to try and lift the cover. He then turned around a moment later with a thumb across his neck. We would have been dead if I didn't find that. He then stepped around it, and forward a little. Boomer already walked forward ahead of me and started to work. It took a few moments to disarm the bomb that was underneath. Once he was done, he placed the cover back over it, and then nodded his head. He then tapped on Fenrir's shoulder to let him know it was cleared.

Onward we moved. Making careful movements when we started to hear voices. I hadn't expanded my force sense out to feel them yet, but all of us instantly moved to either the left or right of the hall. Crouching down or kneeling or in my and Fenrir's case, laying prone with our weapons aiming all the way down. Coming around the corner, A group of three men came out. Closing my eyes, I focused upon the force. All of us began to slowly fade out of visual spectrum. Even with that, I stayed still. Speaking into my helmet alone, as I could speak without the sound leaving the helmet.

"Spark, center. Fenrir left, Boomer right. On my mark."

I waited a moment for them all to get their targets ready. For them to take aim and prepare to fire. I could feel my heart starting to race as they were well prepared for this.

"Fire."

Almost in complete unison, the three of them fired their suppressed weapons. All at once, the three bodies dropped towards the ground. While I told them to fire, I uncloaked us, and instantly reached out my hand with the force. All three bodies were suspended in the air. Not hitting the ground, but looking like they were still standing there without a sound. Quickly those same three cross the distance and grabbed the bodies. Taking a knife and stabbing them in the heart to confirm they were dead, before throwing the bodies into one of the cleared rooms. I released the force and stood up from my prone position.

"Clean shots. Lets move out."

 

[Katrine Van-Derveld]

Location: Tagging along with [member="Katria Vekarr"]
Objective: 3
Wearing: This, Coat
Weapons: Sword, RIfle
Extra: Bracelet, Necklace
Post: 1

Away from most of the order giving, Katrine was putting on her coat before she'd picked up her rifle and adjusted her jewelry which both served a purpose and weren't just decoration but practically nobody had to know this until the time came. The only thing Katrine really knew about Zhar is that it had a lot of useful data, had a whole lot of standing ships which sounded weird in itself and that there was trouble.

Once she had joined Katria, June, and the droids, she'd managed to hear about being first on the ground, one group descending before Katria addressed another group. "What do you need me to do?" Katrine had asked after a moment, moving closer to the two women. Her rifle was already over her shoulder as she did. For a moment, she'd thought of her Ward, wondering how well she was doing but whereas thought of her safety, she sometimes did have to remind her that at her age, she'd been all alone in the galaxy and like she, Pebble was finding herself both equally talented in getting into trouble and getting out of situations. Whether this included being helped by others or figuring it out on her own was perfectly fine. Important thing was that she did get out of situations.

[member="Zephyr Carrick"] [member="Scherezade deWinter"] [member="Ithiel Verd"] [member="Srina Talon"] [member="Darth Metus"]​

 

[Ravenfire]

Location: En route
Allies: [member="Zephyr Carrick"]
Post:1
Going in by dropship, Rex decides to join up with Zephyr that data could be useful to the CIS. Standing in the Dropship he opens a comm link to Zephyr "On my way down thought you might want some help." Waiting to hit the ground Rex double checks his gear, his new armor, his lightsabres, a blaster and a slugthrower. You never know when you will fight another force user. In any case, he was ready hitting the ground he saw the first room was already cleared. Back on the comms "Coming in at your six, don't shoot." Walking in he sees another 6 people he just nods, he doesn't ask who they are or anything like that he knows better than that. Looking at the strange armored man "We ready to keep moving?"

 

[Connor Harrison]

LOCATION: ‘Hidden Temple’ perimeter
OBJECTIVE: Observe the Confederacy

From above, Connor’s old ship probably looked like many of the abandoned craft outside the Hidden Temple, a place once visited in his early days within the Silver Jedi, but nothing had come from it. Simple exploration and little more.

Now it seemed the Dark Lord [member="Darth Metus"] and his Confederacy were interested in the planet and surrounding system. It was only right that he settled his craft and waited for them to arrive. He simply wanted to observe and understand this Confederacy. It had been months since he had taken data from Tmoxin Temi on her drip-feeding him information. He had gained enough to paint a rough picture about these Force warriors, soldiers and engineers with their hordes of battle droids to wonder just what a path it was they were on.

After all, he had been on both sides of the Force spectrum, albeit it briefly with the Sith, to see how narrow minded people had become. It had been a period of change for Connor, and he was starting to see beyond the red mist. Beyond the blinkers that had blinded his vision for what felt like an eternity since falling on Maena.

Kyra Sol had been right. There was more to the destiny of one man than simply a title of Jedi or Sith. There was the whole galaxy right on the doorstep and it was for the taking. So much to understand, to explore, to conquer and protect. He wasn’t a monster, nor had he been born one. He was simply a man with a destiny to accomplish, and it was time to accomplish it.

Leaning forward in the cockpit of the still craft, he looked up to await the Confederacy and see what they would do to such a world, and how much they valued relics of the past and how far they would go to secure their prize.

 

[Garza]

Location: En Route
Allies: [member="Rex Taff"],
NPC: Oops - Operation Darkstar
Gear: Suppressed Rifle, Suppressed Pistol, Lightsaber, Armor
Post: 3

As we started to move on, I heard over the com systems of someone joining us. While it was not a necessity, it was always helpful to have someone else. Another gun in the fight if you will. Stopping everyone with an upheld fist, Spark turned around to face the entrance in which we had come from. His gun trained on anyone who came from that direction. Even if the Chiss was on our side, he was watching his back should someone follow him. Not that he had his gun trained on the man himself. I had my rifle down in the ready position. Slung around my left arm should I have to let go of it. Nodding my head to the man as he approached us,

"If you can keep up, then you are welcome to come."

In all honesty, that was the truth. We rarely slowed down, and operated with little to no talking. Working with hand signals, signs, and even just small clicks if there had to be voices. The one good thing about my helmet would allow me to give orders without a sound leaving it. However, I am not sure how it would work with the Chiss operative. I was unsure of his background and only met him on the occasion.

"Stay silent, and follow orders. We have to get in quietly while everyone else is doing their job. If you have a problem, speak it."
"Just get in line sap."
"Shut it. He's part of the military just as much as you are. If we have any problems, it will be you I remove."
"Just don't let him step on my toes."

Shaking my head, I took off the sling for my rifle, and handed it to him to use.

"Suppressed, semi-auto with variable scope. Don't fire unless I tell you too."

Drawing my sidearm, I made sure the suppressor was on tight before I readied myself. Everyone got into formation with Fenrir leading once more, There was a spot open behind me for the New guy if he so wished, or he could stay at the back and cover our six. Either way, we moved on.

 

[Ravenfire]

Location: On Route
Allies: [member="Zephyr Carrick"]
Gear: CZ-835 Machine Pistol, BTI-CR "The Ripper", raven-armor, Suppressed Rifle, rexs-sabrestaff
Post: 2

He looked around the room, he would definitely give them this they were efficient. Several bodies lying on the floor all with only one bullet wound. He nodded "I can keep up, Standard procedure, hand signals, whistles and what not? am I correct?" Then the man said stay silent Rex nodded. Rex could do silent but deadly quite well. Shortly after this one of his men had a go at him and suggested that Rex would step on their toes. Although Zephyr tried to bust him down, Rex still said his part anyways wouldn't hurt "Won't have to if you stay on your feet." He missed the old days with his old team.

Being offered a rifle with a silencer, he took it. Nodding at the man he could do the extra silent approach he could do that. Also being told not to fire unless he says so, that answered his earlier question, standard procedure for special ops. Watching the man ready his sidearm, Rex double checks he still has all of his gear. Then reaching out with the force, he feels a few more scavengers up ahead. Then jumping in the open spot behind Zepyhr, following along waiting for orders in hand signals or whistles.

 

[Scherezade deWinter]

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Objective: 2
Plan: Not Die[tm]
Working With: [member="Ithiel Verd"]
Post: 2


"Roger roger," Scherezade whispered into the comm. A Mando. They teamed her up with a friggin' Mando. It had to be a bad joke the CIS was making on her. Her political and personal stand against the Mandalorians was well known, and had been since she nearly killed Darth Metus. Now, it seemed the Confederacy was trying to get her to change her mind by constantly tossing more and more of them in her way. At first, she had raged about it, broken a few precious things. Then, she just accepted it. This was how they wanted to play it, this was how she was going to play it until she got what she wanted. She did make some shifts in her lists of people to kill, but that was about as much as they would get out of her. A few years from now, she'd have her way.

Now was not the time to think about it though. She was on a mission, and she had to stick to that mission. The door that connected the hangar bay to the rest of the ship finally opened, and a leader figure of sorts stepped out, followed by three lackeys. Scherezade looked at him. He was tall, to be sure. Humanoid, by the general shape of him. But both he and the doshes behind him wore masks that concealed their entire faces.

It really was bloody stupid.

"The bust," the leader said, holding his hand out. His voice was somewhat husky, and Scherezade tried to see if she could place the accent anywhere. She couldn't.

"My creds," Scherezade answered, holding the bust closer to her, almost hugging it.

"We must check authenticity."

Damnit. She hadn't thought of that. With a sigh, she held the bust out, letting one of the lackeys take it.

"This has been vandalized," the leader said once he had the bust in his hands, "we will not pay for vandalized property."

"It's just a moustache. You can wipe it off with some make up remover. Still worth a ton. I'd do it myself but I don't really do make up," she tried to play it cool. Was the Mandalorian listening in? Was he shaking his head and deciding her dealing with this so far as a wreck?

Instead of an answer, the leader just continued to examine it. Seconds ticked by agonizingly slowly. Would he know it wasn't from this planet at all? Would he spot the spice hiding inside the bust? Would the moustache really piss him off enough to try to kick her off? Seconds turned into a minute. And then another one. She was getting really uncomfortable at this point. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she knew that there was a reason they were doing that. That there was a reason most of those who dealt with politics did that. But this wasn't politics. This was scavengers, and they needed to pay her so she could leave.

"Look-"

"This is not an object from the Hidden Temple," he cut her off, "this isn't even an antique!"

Scherezade shrugged, putting an innocent smile on her face.

"You know," she answered, "I'm not entirely sure why I let you even check that. It's just something that was made for my family a few centuries ago. But anyway, I just needed a way to get on your ship, so if you don't mind me, this is where I'm going to take it over. Thank you, and have a lovely day."

The next string of words that came of her was uttered too fast for ears to comprehend, but the words did their job all the same. Arrows of fire came from her palms, hitting the lackeys and the leader. She controlled her fire with near perfection, hitting arrow after arrow. There was just one main problem.

It appeared their armor was fire proof.

"VERD, WE HAVE A SITUATION!!!" she half screamed as she realized she needed to change tactics, all four of them already holding out blasters against her.

Scherezade jumped backwards, doing her best to evade the shots. She wasn't even wearing any sort of armor. This was so not going to end well.

 

[Malok]

He felt her smile before he saw it. As the three words formed and fell from his lips, there was a...warmth that bled through their bond. A small happiness that evaporated almost as quickly as it had appeared. And in tandem with this, the angel before his eyes graced him with the a gentle smile. It lasted only a moment.

But after his remarks regarding the Command Throne, [member="Srina Talon"] looked away. Her discomfort, at least initially, was lost upon the Sith. However, the…spicy nature of the woman’s response was enough that his eyebrow lofted ever so slightly. ”You don’t command ship by committee, oh Apprentice mine.” came his response, the jovial notes still alive in his voice. And that was indeed true. If one had two or three people attempting to run a ship, nothing would get done. There had to be a clear chain of command, clear efficiency.

And as the Dread Queen took her throne, she surprised her master.

Her fingers found his and held them. Gently. It was rare that she was affectionate like this, but there was no complaint to be found in Darth Metus. Instead, he gave her hand a gentle squeeze of acknowledgement. ”I suppose Srini is the only nickname you’ll tolerate?” he asked, clearly rhetorically. ”Very well...I was going to refer to you as Commander every now and again. Fitting, as you’ve now inherited a ship…”

And although the amusement never left his tone, his eyes eagerly awaited her reaction.

The Ferocity, the greatest vessel he had ever owned, was now hers. And this would be her maiden voyage under a new command. A voyage to burn through the scavengers, one turbolaser blast at a time.

[member="Srina Talon"]

 

[Aedan Miles]

Forces: 1x Facade-class pocket carrier (All fighters a mix of Devastator and Devastator MK 2's.)
Allies: [member="Darth Metus"] [member="Scherezade deWinter"] [member="Connor Harrison"] [member="Srina Talon"] [member="Ithiel Verd"]
Enemies: Scavengers

Aedan Miles was late or was he even reported to be coming he didn't recall all he knew is he had decided to prove that he was more than an admiral as such he brought a mere carrier. Once the ship entered the system it started to open its disguised hangars disgorging from its bowels 2 Squadrons of Devastator-class heavy fighters and 2 squadrons of Devastator Mk 2 Elite fighters. He smirked as his custom painted fighter leapt forward darting around the other fighters he looked around taking note of the various small pockets of combat taking place. He noticed the Ferocity and smirked sending a message to all fighters they would be heading there. He wanted to mess with Metus anyway see if the old man remembered the paintjob. The other fighters tore off towards the dogfight taking place while his squadron formed up all of them aces in their own right as they tailed Aedan's personal fighter. Diving low and flying along the hull of the Ferocity as he made his way towards the bridge diving past it he spun his ship so that his cockpit flashed right past the viewport giving a cheeky wave before using the unique design of his fighters to turn 90 degrees and go full throttle blasting away from the ship towards the dog fight. As his fighter leapt away from the Ferocity a song could be heard rising over all open channels letting anyone who wasn't aware know exactly who had arrived.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZnJ7uOK4nYg

Aedan hummed along as the music filled his cockpit and he wove around incoming fire smirking as his free hand flicked over his controls pulling up targeting data that his R4 unit was feeding him and preparing to fire missiles as he wove his way between fire laughing loudly. He forgot how it felt to fly himself his eyes gleaming as he almost artistically wove his fighter between incoming fire. As he came within range of his main weaponary he grinned and started to fire holding down the trigger as the BAR 1 Autocannon fired out rounds at high speed across space literally shredding a Headhunter that was coming directly at him. He laughed in his fighter as the last thing the opponent saw was a jet black fighter with crimson and violet accents across it bearing a mythosaur skull with crossed swords behind it on the nose. Another fighter noticed it and the pilot sent out a panicked cry as he recognized it letting the others he was with know that death flew amongst them.


Meanwhile the Facade-class pocket carrier was approaching the Ferocity contacting [member="Darth Metus"] a scarred figure wearing armor appearing on the screen and saluting in a standard mandalorian salute. "Vicelord do you have a spare hangar that the Pirate King and his fighters can use to restock? We have shuttles prepared to launch with spare ammunition and missiles for the fighter craft he brought with him today." It was then that any who knew of Clan Akaata's emblem would spot the Mythosaur skull with crossed swords over his heart and the rank insignia for a Rally Master on his pauldrons.

 

[Ithiel Vi'Dreya]

Objective: 2
Location: In Orbit closing on the Scavengers Descending.
Aboard the Greylight - a Centax Class Frigate
Direct Allies: [member="Scherezade deWinter"]
Posts: 2

“Got it.” [member="Scherezade deWinter"]. “Hang tight.”

“Tsikador.”<Get Ready> Helmets were put on, shields charged and weapons locked.

The first thing that happened was a fast dock to the nearby scavengers ship, a Mandalorian pilot from Varad coming in hot and heavy, there was a definite thud as the two ships met, and a ringing of metal from the dent it made to both. Before anyone knew what was going on they were secure. Part of the benefit of being in one of their own ships.

“Oya” <Go> One of the other crusaders was about to take charge, V was fed up of being left behind on the ship, deciding. “Oya manda” he called over the top and stormed off the bridge, three of Varad’s crusaders following behind, leaving two in command of the ship.

A loud explosion in the doorway announced the arrival of the four clanners storming inward. No attempt at stealth from the crusaders. Waking up anyone else on board and maybe giving [member="Scherezade deWinter"] the break she needed to get loose of any pursuit. Wouldn’t be long till she’d find four mean looking crusaders headed her way. Verd and Varad clan symbols on the Mandalorian armor, proud and true. She'd certainly hear them anyway. "Where you at?" [member="Scherezade deWinter"] V asked over the communicator.

 

[Garza]

Location: En Route
Allies: [member="Rex Taff"],
NPC: Oops - Operation Darkstar
Gear: Suppressed Rifle, Suppressed Pistol, Lightsaber, Armor
Post: 4

The man who joined us fell in line after me. Fenrir once more took point and moved forward. Tapping his shoulder three times, he knew that was me telling him I could feel three in the force. He simply nodded his head that he understood, before coming to the corner. Taking a left or right, I peeked quickly to the right side. Bring his head back, He then held up two fingers and pointed to the right, with one pointed to the left side of the hall. Nodding my head, I prepared my weapon while Fenrir did the same.

I spoke into the com system.

"All of you can hear me, but you cannot talk. You voice may carry. Get the guy on the left side of the hall. Fenrir, take the long shot on the right, and I'll get the guy closest to us. On my mark."

I waited a moment. Breathing in and out once more. Preparing to get into a gunfight should any of us miss, but also trying to prevent my hands from shaking. Yes, a soldier and a warrior I am, but that doesn't mean you didn't have the shakes or never got nervous of a situation. I knew that the Chiss had his skills, but I didn't know how skilled he was. Was he just base military, spec ops, or anything? It seemed he knew somewhat with how most teams operated. Using silence as a tool. That was going for him.

Either way, I placed my trust in him to use my rifle and take down the man quick and with a clean shot.

"Go."

I barely uttered the word. Fenrir raced around the corner as did I. He dropped down to a kneeling position and took aim. Not even a blink of an eye later, he fired. Dropping his target. While I had closed some distance to make sure that my round would reach the target, I brought my iron sights up, letting the post sit between the V shape that was created, and fired. The round smacked hard into the man's faceplate with the breaking of light armor. The round penetrated and hit him dead on.

Turning to the last target, to confirm that he was down, and if this Rex could carry his own weight.

 

[Katria Vekarr]

Location: Above Temple Pavillion.​

Objective: 3 Establish a Foothold​

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Watching each group clear from the passenger area, feeling the atmosphere in the ship change with each departing body, the half epicanthix choked down surge of frustration with the uniformity of it all. It felt only normal that the organics would move after the droids, and as she watched them follow suit she couldn't help scoffing a bit at the ungraceful display. It was when a particularly well dressed blonde witch stepped forward that she flushed away any unnecessary emotion.

"Kat," she breathed as the blonde presented her question, the agent choking down a number of remarks her mind screamed at her to make. Instead she stepped towards the blonde, eyeing June for a moment to see a small amused smile on the other woman's face; one all too knowing of unspoken thoughts. "First off? Don't get yourself killed."

She paused as she spoke, stepping over towards a table covered with mechanical nick knacks and picking up a small communication device. Weighing it in her hand for a moment, receiving another knowing look from June, the agent drew in a breath and let any showing anxiety or hesitation fold under her typical layered demeanor; neither wanting Katrine nor June to the vulnerability either of them elicited.

"I need you down there," she breathed, placing the device in Katrine's hand and curling her fingers over it. Her grip on the girl's hand lingered for a bit longer than she'd have liked, eventually withdrawing it and rolling her eyes a bit at her own behavior before returning a serious gaze to the blonde. "We'll cover you from up here, but I need you to, if you can, make sure those ships don't go down. The BXs will do their job, lead and support them as you see fit.

And," she paused, taking the woman's arm briefly as she stepped forward and positioned herself next to the blonde so that only the blonde would hear her. "Don't do anything I wouldn't do."

Releasing her arm as she finished speaking she stepped back and cycled a quick breath. She knew she'd wanted to say something different, but she'd said what she needed to.

[member="Katrine Van-Derveld"]