Faction Freeing a Monster from its Cage (SJC and Bryn)

[Sergeant Omen]

Location: Boz Pity
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Omen looked through Macrobionulars on top of Boz Pity's cliffs at the canyon bottom below. It seemed like Bryn of all shapes and sizes were down there, camping among the bones of a species long dead. He had to hand it to the monsters however, they sure made use of the resources around them. Some Bryn had spread animal skins over the bones to make makeshift tents and he bet the largest one was where the target was being kept.​

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When the clone had gone to Aberrant's cave a few weeks back to hand over her nerf ration, he found her shelter to be deserted. The next step was to talk to the local tribes and eventually despite translation issues, he eventually got an answer. She had gotten on one of the few ships bound for off-world and further research had found first-hand reports that the changed Jedi had been seen on the outskirts of the Battle of Danuta. Rumors had it that the largest Bryn remnant factions had grabbed her up and retreated to this graveyard world to lick its wounds. And so here he was, going to rescue a monster trapped in a cage made by its own people. Ironic wasn't it?​

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The Trooper quickly turned back to the small group of Jedi and Support personal he had brought along. It was suicidal to do this task alone but Omen only told the group the basics, that there was a Jedi from the Silver Order that had been caught up during the Bryn's retreat after the battle and now lay in the massive camp before them. It was better to twist the truth than for the Jedi to know the real target of the operation was a Bryn herself. Aberrant or Farrina Galland or whatever she wanted to call herself depending on the day of the week didn't have time to wait around while he answered every question and probe the Jedi would come up with if he told them the whole truth. Best to get it all sorted out later when they all were safe and sound. "Well Folks, here we are in the heart of enemy territory. I'll hand the operation over to you Jedi now but I will suggest we have two teams. One team needs to distract any guards and another needs to help free the Jedi captive. The floor is now yours Jedi. Use it well." With that, the career soldier went off and waited for the Jedi to decide a course of action. For the woman prisoner's sake, Omen hoped the Jedi would hurry up before Aberrant had her head cut off. That was a sight that Omen wanted to prevent with every nerve in his body.​

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Aberrant​

 

[Aberrant]

Sergeant Omen Caltin Vanagor
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Upon leaving the final battle of the Bryn'adul versus the Eternal Empire, Farrina had been captured by fleeing members of her 'species'. Inducing a stasis upon her had been their greatest victory of that day before they fled back to their hidey-holes just beyond the civilized space. They had thought themselves clever at dodging the patrols in place, weaving their path to make following them difficult.

More likely others had taken the attention with rampant belief in a glorious final fight instead of properly fleeing.

The trio that made up the leaders of this splinter had drawn lots on what they controlled. Grumbling of disdain for their tasks quickly made known as the force wielder kept hold of their Aberrant prize. The other two made due with making camp and assigning tasks.

Guards moved in shifts, rotating and squabbling with one another to fill time as they kept their sleeping prize under watch. She was a powerful being in her own right. A danger in some of their eyes. Especially with the forceful capture they had put her through. There was no guarantee that she would side with them in establishing a power within the fallen Empire.

Now was the time for debate among the pop up leaders of this splinter of retreating Bryn.

The largest tent held the makeshift crate that contained their prize, her slumber not disturbed those arguing and raucous voices that demanded the other yield to their idea with the threat of violence to ensure their opinion was heard.

The camps setup was a makeshift fortress dug out of the remains of another. Hides covered different posts, rudimentary tunnels burrowed to keep them out of the sun while others opted to stack bones and throw them to and fro for fun or out of boredom.

While the main tent was noisy, the outlying camp was relatively silent as they waited to hear the verdict on their prize.