Dominion From A Certain Perspective... | SJC Dominion of Emberlene

[Aayla Shan]

Aayla listened to the other speak, genuinely curious about her motives, and her intentions, and in general who she was. "Well, Ma'han looked like she was trying to shishkabob your face, so when she wakes up tell her the Silver lady apologized..." Aayla would say, listening to the other still as she mentioned she didn't expect this far ahead.

"I can't help it, I tend to operate as more of a scout, but I fight when I need too as well.."

Her sullen form did not go by Aayla, who felt out in the Force and listened, not just hearing that honesty, but feeling it. Beyond that, remembering it... Killing something else, no matter how frivolous, no matter if it was something people claimed was non-sentient... It carried a weight. Aayla would not immediately comment on that, instead allowing the other to speak her mind first. That last question however... That one caught her off guard. How to answer such a question... She wasn't a Knight, or a Master... She wondered if she even was qualified too?

The emotion that ran through her as she thought about how she would've seemed to have a doubling effect on the healing performed. Aayla wiped away some of the blood to find that the gash underneath was but a still closing scratch, and continued her work...

"I think...That you need to be able to look yourself in the mirror at the end of the day... I think that..." her mind went elsewhere for a moment, a somber tone finding her as well.

"the best path is the one that leaves the least people gunning for you, or cursing you at the end of the day... No matter how hard that path is.." she said, shrugging at her own failure to elaborate her thoughts.

She wasn't sure what to say, but she knew doing bad for the sake of good was no good... She just couldn't word it like how she was sure a Master, or a Knight would. Pulling her hand back, she would clear her throat, mumbling afterwards "You can fix your clothes, it should be fine..."

With that, she took a few steps back, glancing back at the hole, then forward into the darkness of the room.

"What exactly is your mission here?" she asked, the line of questioning the other had loosed suddenly dawning, and clarifying in retrospect.; not to mention the things that had happened up until this point.

 

[Phalsi Drynchen]

FROM THE INSIDE
Objective: Remove the corrupted flowers.
Equipment: Armored clothes-How they look, The Mask, Just in Case Cloak, Scope- kept on the utility belt until used, Wrist Device , Pair of Blue Lightsabers, Slicing/Gaming Tool, Hard Light Weapon, The Encoil, Zerek Stowaway Node, ICE/iBorg Clarion Personal Translator
Ship: Gray Messenger, Sanguine Tempest
Tags: Aayla Shan​

Objective 1 - Mistryl's Cleaning House

"She won't have to think on that for long. She has to go planetside for judgement if I don't deal with her. Like the other two." The words were quiet, examining the door once more. Did she have the right to exercise the will of the Mistryl's? She doubted it. It wasn't a question of right and wrong at this point though as she listened to the other's words.

There was a peace in the honesty. And the attempt. The words of masters might have left her fumbling or even fuming at the indirect nature that some of them had. Others might have been more akin to a hammer on the subject, but she had always found herself a bit irritated with the lengthy responses that left her with more questions than answers.

"Thank you." The healing done, she fixed her clothes before standing and closing the visor of her mask once more. The solid blue lines pulsed a moment before settling to a soft glow.

"Ma'han, Ska'ila, and Fyr'ta are all to be captured or killed by order of the Mistryl Shadow Guard. The higher ups convened some time ago, when it was clear that some of the Shadow Guard failed to uphold their duties, that a cell of agents had gone rogue. I was told to come deal with them. You can see how successful that would have been. Not that I told you that. The Mistryl business I mean." She frowned still, though beneath the mask this time. Her form turned to the other woman.

"You want to help me capture them for trial? More face punching involved...I promise." Even with the mask on, there was a tone of joy behind the words, the worry and feelings before pushed down and locked in the depths for another time.

 

[Aayla Shan]

Aayla stood back, giving the other space to stand, a smirk finding her lips. Were it not for her scarred features she would look childish in that moment; listening and nodding slowly to the other woman.

"Well, lets go capture the other two... Leave the killing to the old men, and women that sent you... "

Aayla said matter-o-factly. Feeling a certain connection to the other that quickly. Not per se a Force Bond, but a simple understanding... The want to do good, so heavy that sometimes it felt like a fault. As the other fixed her clothes, Aayla was staring for a little, then turned away as if she had remembered people expected privacy. She had grew up around an order of ever potential-hermits and regularly delved into each others minds, so she wasn't shy about her body, or another persons; it was likely nothing she hadn't seen before.

"Don't mention it... It was my fault the blade cut you in the first place, I was careless..." Aayla said, with her back still turned. As the other continued speaking, Aayla finally turned back to her, and nodded again.

"You can leave her here,

She briefly nodded in the direction of the downed Ma'han.

There's no way they'll make it off the station as is, we've got some of the best fly-guys in the galaxy just outside. Let's go finish your mission, Somehow I wager that in doing so I'll be able to finish mine..."

Aayla moved, skipping once as if to break into a jog, but broke her movement completely when it hit her...

"Hey... My name's Aayla... Aayla Senn-Shan... Nice to meet you, by the way.." she offered, noting it felt weird to be comfortable running around and beating people up with the woman and not even know who she was really.

 

[Phalsi Drynchen]

FROM THE INSIDE
Objective: Remove the corrupted flowers.
Equipment: Armored clothes-How they look, The Mask, Just in Case Cloak, Scope- kept on the utility belt until used, Wrist Device , Pair of Blue Lightsabers, Slicing/Gaming Tool, Hard Light Weapon, The Encoil, Zerek Stowaway Node, ICE/iBorg Clarion Personal Translator
Ship: Gray Messenger, Sanguine Tempest
Tags: Aayla Shan​

Objective 1 - Mistryl's Cleaning House

"I'll gladly leave it to them." The words said with a smirk. She hadn't felt embarrassed about being seen dressed down, actually trying to maneuver better for the other to work. It had been matter of fact as she felt the spot. It burned a little still, tender now from the healing.

"Chit happens. Something to learn from." It was an awkward single shoulder shrug from her as they faced each other.

"Ska'ila, and Fyr'ta are a bit nastier than her. Ska'ila being more a blaster and knife kind while Fry'ta just likes violence. From what I'm told they are arrogant and easily upset without Ma'han to guide them." She informed the other. They made to leave, but stopped short.

Ah, names. Her lips curled against the threat of laughter at the flub. Nothing like a wound and some heart to heart to make people comrades.

"Phalsi Drynchen. Likewise. I'll have to catch you after the mission sometime. You hang around Silver Rest or elsewhere? Couple of good food places in Alliance space I visited a while back." She smirked yet still, adding a bit of banter to the mood. She led the way, picking up the vibroblade and securing it on their way out.

 

[Aayla Shan]

"Phalsi Drynchen, nice... Yeah I live there actually... I could move out, but... Well Kashyyyk is home to me. I like it there, The wildlife could grow a little smaller, but... The Force feels so strong, and intertwined there." she said, holding up her wrist, and pressing a button to offer her details to the other, if she had a manner to accept, some sort of holopad, or datalink, they would've shared some contact information, and would be able to contact each other after they had finished their respective tasks. "Honestly though, I'd prefer to see more in the Galactic Alliance, the truth is I only ever leave Silver Rest w-...Well, when I'm doing things like this. Never really for fun" she said, remembering what Josh had told her about a Jedi's mental health.

Well, being able to hang out with someone outside of some somber setting, or battle-strewn condition could be fun, she saw no reason she shouldn't take advantage. And after all, she wasn't on house arrest anymore, she was allowed to travel after all. She just hoped where-ever Phalsi was suggesting had an all you can eat BBQ, she had seen videos of them on holonet that made her mouth water; endless meats of all varieties, including seafood for twenty-some odd credits? She was sold...

~~ ~~

It was no surprise they had caught them together, Aayla having forced the blaster wielding opponent into combat, and leaving the simply violent one to Phalsi. Aayla had walked the other down, observing her Soresu and redirecting blaster fire away from herself, and ideally away from not only the assailant, but her compatriot; once she arrived, she would deftly cut the weapon in two, trying to find an opening to take out the other without hurting her too bad. In the back of her mind, she felt a little weird considering all this might just end with the execution of all three, but also held hope that maybe there might have been a future for them.

As she danced with the other, saber making dull contact with Vibroblade, she would keep an eye on the other, simply biding her time and wearing the opponent down. It would become very quickly clear that Aayla had a lifetime of combat training, and experience under her belt. If she wanted too the fight could've been over long ago, but she was waiting for the person to give her an opportunity to deliver a less that lethal strike. Also making sure to keep them somewhat near each other so Aayla could respond to Phalsi's opponent if she started getting the upper hand.

It was indeed curious, why they sent her if they knew fighting wasn't he strong suit, but also know she wouldn't get better unless she was given a chance. Periodically, Aayla would butt into her fight, striking Phalsi's opponent, while blocking, and parrying her own. Easing the gears, as it were.

 

[Ki'an Vizsla]

Objective 1​

The red-clad Mandalorian had no issue following orders from most people so long as he didn't believe himself to be out-ranking or disagreed morally with what he was being asked to do. In this case, he saw Cas as his equal and so was willing to follow the other's lead so nodded in response.

The mercenary, now with a name, informed them that the darts were non-lethal but Ki'an wasn't sure how much he trusted someone who seemed to have just come down from a drug fuelled haze. For now, he kept an eye on her but wouldn't hesitate to step in and neutralise the situation should he need to.

While they were met with hostiles from the front, the thundering sound of footsteps from behind caused the two Mandalorians at the back to turn to face the oncoming fire as the guards appeared around the corner. Both activated their shield emitters, to deflect any bolts and protect their allies' backs, and returned fire.

After a few minutes of confrontation, the corridor fell into quiet again. "Ki'an, come on." One of the Mandalorians gestured for him to follow. There was a moment of hesitation as he glanced between Alana and his ally, feeling somewhat responsible for her. "Come on." He urged again and so Ki'an relented. "We'll split up and clear the station." Ki'an told Cas before joining his allies who had already turned to run.

Cadere Alana Calloway Varn Barakis

 

[Cadere]

Objective: 1
Notable Equipment: Lightsaber | Personal Light Armor | Mantellian Vambraces | FF-CAR1
Tags: Ki'an Vizsla | Alana Calloway | Varn Barakis | @TooLazyToTagEveryOneElse

Alana was her name, she seemed to be a bit of a loose cannon... and not in a fun way. The way she spoke, the way she looked, and the way she moved were indicators that she was on... something. Cas didn't approve of that stuff but then again, she was a grown-up capable of making her own choices... but being doped while on an important mission with not only her life, but the lives of her comrades at stake was, well, Cas had a few choice words for her decision making skills that wouldn't make it to network holotelevision. He'd have to keep an extra eye on her.

Cas remained at the front of the group, knowing his ability to deflect incoming blaster bolts would take the heat off of his non-lightsaber wielding allies. The sight of two guards collapsing to the ground worried him for a moment, but with explanation that they were just unconscious Cas reached out with the Force and did indeed sense their signatures still present. Okay, good for Alana. The Kiffar continued deflecting the bolts coming his or his teammate's ways, flashes of yellow and red blurred in front of his face until he heard Alana once more. "The plan is to ward off as many enemies as we can in this section of the station, give Varn and the others an easier time.... and not die." he informed her.

With hostiles from both the front and the rear safely dealt with, the group were finally allowed to catch a breather, though Cas was still rearing to go with the adrenaline currently shooting through him. Cas nodded at Ki'an once the Mandalorian announced his idea to split off to cover more ground "Got it. Good luck, Ki'an." the Kiffar then glanced toward the hired gun and huffed "...And then there were two. Let's go." he directed her to follow motioning his arm.

The Jedi Knight would lead Alana deeper into the station. As time passed, the duo would clear out most of their side of the station and once the last hostile fell to the floor unconscious, Cas sensed no more immediate danger. Panting heavily, fighting non-stop for as long as they did really took a toll on one's energy - suffice to say, the adrenaline he had from earlier was long gone. "Thanks... for having my back." he told Alana breathlessly before reaching over to his comm and contacting Ki'an. "Ki'an, Varn, this is Cas. This side of the station is clear." with that, Cas had faith that the others who boarded would handle everything else. For now though, Cas would stay with the unconscious Emerlene marines until appropriate backup arrived to detain them.

 

[Ki'an Vizsla]

Objective 1​

With the group beginning to spread out across the shield gate, it was only a matter of time before they took control of it. While Mandalorians weren't particularly known for their stealth, the trio quietly traversed the corridors until there was the sound of panicked voices ahead.

"What do we do?! We can't take on the Concord." One of the distant voices said.

"Call for reinforcements." Another responded.

"No one is going to come and help us!" A third chimed in.

The Mandalorians capitalised off of the discord from within and launched their attack, catching the group of guards by surprise. The majority hastily fired towards the Mandalorians who soon took them out but the final two raised their hands in surrender. "We're not here to kill any of you." Ki'an reassured them but the other two Mandalorians trained their weapons on the pair in case they tried anything.

::All clear here as well:: Ki'an responded.

Cadere Alana Calloway Varn Barakis

 

[Gir Quee]

Objective Two: Sol Protocol
Location: Dalyrake-series Interdictor Frigate Green Dragon, outskirts of the Emberlene system
Allies: Liram Angellus

"Another ship down," noted Ariela dryly, watching as an Eta-class Interceptor went dark to drift within the black void.

Admiral Quee nodded, "They're falling apart."

The old soldier watched as the Mistryl formations began to fall apart. Many had been silenced by ion cannons or ion torpedoes, while others had managed to escape with minor damage and flee the battlefield. Most of the Kobold Blastboats had been disabled and boarded - the Galaxy Trotter had even managed to restart one and put a prize crew on her - actually increasing the number of Silver Jedi Concord vessels. The Mistryl vessels made fewer and fewer attacks, falling further and further back.

"Look like most of the remaining fight revolves around the prison barge," observed Gir, "Commander Angellus will have that in hand soon. Have the prisoners said anything yet?"

"Aside from being confused that they'd just been captured by the Silver Jedi Concord and pirates, no. Nothing really interesting of note. A couple corrected us that the barge isn't a cargo vessel but a prison vessel."

"Still partially caught in that deception. But you never know - there could be something entirely different on that barge that neither they or we are aware of..."

 

[Liram Angellus]

GAME ON YAKHEAD!​

LOCATION: Open Space

Spoiler: SHIP AND FIGHTER MAKEUP

SHIP NAME: ETHEREAL
SHIP CLASS: CARRIER
SHIP CAPTAIN: LIRAM ANGELLUS
COMMAND STAFF

FIGHTER COMPLIMENT: "VOODOO WING"
CALLSIGNS: Captain Angellus "Maverick" is and will always be "Voodoo 1", Commander Rojuh Pouil "Starlight" is "Voodoo 2" Commander Scoht Pouil "Meteor" is "Voodoo 3". Each Squadron leader makes up "Voodoo Wing", their individual squadrons and make-ups are named below.

LONG-RANGE/HIGH-SPEED INTERCEPTION

1. Voodoo 4(Retribution Squadron)Jackal Class Starfighter
2. Voodoo 5(Jurat Squadron) Jackal Class Starfighter
3. Voodoo 6(Retribution Squadron)Jackal Class Starfighter

MULTIPURPOSE SUPERIORITY FIGHTER

1. Voodoo 7(Razorback Squadron) NC-1 X-Wing
2. Voodoo 8(Jurist Squadron) NC-1 X-Wing
3. Voodoo 9(Fi Squadron) NC-1 X-Wing
4. Voodoo 10(Prac Squadron) NC-1 X-Wing
5. Voodoo 11(Tic Squadron) NC-1 X-Wing
6. Voodoo 12(Alcalde Squadron) NC-1 X-Wing
7. Voodoo 13(Gator Squadron) NC-1 X-Wing
8. Voodoo 14(Raguel Squadron) NC-1 X-Wing

ATTACK/HIGH-SPEED INTERCEPTION

1. Voodoo 15(Beak Squadron) RZ-3 A-Wing interceptor
2. Voodoo 16(Jok Squadron) RZ-3 A-Wing interceptor
3. Voodoo 17(Kers Squadron) RZ-3 A-Wing interceptor
4. Voodoo 18(Requital Squadron) RZ-3 A-Wing interceptor
5. Voodoo 19(Scimitar Squadron) RZ-3 A-Wing interceptor

BOMBERS W ESCORT

1. Voodoo 20(Que Squadron) Demon Class Bomber
2. Voodoo 21(M'lud Squadron) Demon Class Bomber
3. Voodoo 22(Gatto Squadron) Demon Class Bomber
4. Voodoo 23(Vulcano Squadron) Gregale-class Heavy Fighter

SUPPORT/TRANSPORTS

1. Voodoo 24(Bulwark Squadron) Cherub Gunship
2. Voodoo 25(Artillery Squadron) Cherub Gunship
3. Voodoo 26(Ferret Squadron)Cherub Transport
4. Voodoo 27(Ferret II Squadron)Cherub Transport
5. Voodoo 28(Ferret III Squadron)Cherub Transport

Spoiler: ETHEREAL MARINES

Seraphim Marines
Cherub Troop Transport
Cherub Gunship
Saraquael Fighting Vehicles

Spoiler: ANGELLUS LORE

Is here.

ORDERS: Take the Prison Barge
WINGMATES: Gir Quee

The fight nearby was going about as well as expected. As the bombers were busy pounding the barge with ion shots, the Marines were boarding and taking over section by section. The X-wings were busy taking out the surface cannons as the A-wings were shooting holes in "Eleven" fighters and escorts. This was not a battle of attrition, it was simply overkilling. The Jackals were running "perimeter patrol" and directly engaging any reinforcements that arrived, not only did this throw off the militia, but it gave the A-wings time to jump in as well. There was really little left to do but wait it out.

"Sir, reports are coming in from the prison barge." Halpern came back from the communications port.

"... and?"

"Well... some of the prisoners... they're falling before we can get to them..."

"...' Falling'...?"

"I'm just as confused as you, sir. They're either fighting us or taking something that kills them. Some are reporting that we're 'ruining everything?"

Liram just looked out at the barge and sucked on his gumline.

"I'm no 'Intel' guy, so I don't profess to know anything about what is going on, but you said 'Some'... so we'll keep doing what we're doing and consider those who don't fight us 'rescued'."

Neither of them seemed to like his statement.

"We're probably going to have to revisit this."

"Probably, make it so."

"Conn-Commo..."

"Go ahead, Commo..."

"The Marine Battalion is reporting that the Barge has been taken. There is still some pockets of fighting, but the bridge, the armory, and Engineering are secure."

 

[Varn Barakis]

Objective One: Boarding
Tags: Cadere Ki'an Vizsla Alana Calloway Aayla Shan

Navigating the Shield Gate wasn't difficult. A decade of visiting stations just like it had given Varn a basic sense of where things were and how to reach them. He couldn't of said how the station worked, or what manner of technology kept it from being drawn in by Emberlene's gravity well. He couldn't of said who built the Shield Gate; the architects of this magnificent beast didn't hang in the same social circles as he did. Maybe the Eleven knew, but he wouldn't be asking them anytime soon. He doubted that they'd be willing to conversate anyway.

A sign marked the way to the C.I.C. Varn followed it.

Running into another band of Regulars didn't come as a surprise. He had expected resistance, and when it came, he was ready. Igniting his lightsaber, the knight fell into Soresu, the form best suited to dealing with blaster-wielding opponents. The Regulars -a dozen or so- opened fire as one, hoping to overwhelm. Quick on the trigger, the barrage started and finished in a matter of seconds. In that time, more then half their number had fallen to their own blasterfire.

What could he say, the three Jedi were quicker.

"Throw down your arms and surrender!" Varn shouted. His demand was met with violence. Damn it all to hell, the zabrak thought, his blade dancing to deflect bolts. His companions did the same, moving with him as he stepped into the hale instead of away from it. A blade of emerald fire, his lightsaber caught most of the shots. One tore at his cloak as it passed him by. Varn didn't flinch. Flanked by his two brethren, he felt an almost unnatural calm settle over him. This, he felt, was what he had been born to do. To fight, to overcome the Order's enemies by way of fire and sword. It was what he was good at. Gods knew there wasn't much else.

Making a clawing gesture with his hand, Varn watched as two Regulars went flying. The ebb and flow of the Force sent fingers dancing down the zabrak's spine. He pulled the blaster from the hands of another, savored the look of surprise on the Regular's face as took a few steps backwards. Varn's companions followed suit, wrenching the blaster rifles away from the rest of them. "Yield!" Rashia cried off to his right. Her voice was the voice of a warrior sickened by needless bloodshed. "Yield! We do not wish to kill you but will if pressed. Yield." Again, the call went out. This time it did not fall on deaf ears. The Regulars yielded.

It was the right choice to make. The smart choice.

In the silence that followed, Rashia's sigh of relief was lost beneath the groaning of the wounded. Looking about them, the Regulars still on their feet seemed shocked to see their still friends breathing. The realization gave truth to Rashia's words. When the group turned once more to the Jedi, Varn couldn't tell if it was admiration or confusion he saw on their faces. He took a step towards them, extinguished the blade of fire that burned hot in his hand.

"I think it best you see to your wounded now, wouldn't you agree?" A few anxious nods followed his words, a few shared glances. Varn's expression hardened. "Do not try to stop us again. Any further resistance will be met with deadly force. That applies to the rest of you, too." The faces around him paled. They knew he wasn't bluffing. Nodding to himself, Varn led the group onwards. When they were out of earshot, Maxir asked, "Deadly force? Really?" Smiling, the Zabrak shook his head. "No, not really." The smile he wore was short, self-satisfied. It was enough that the Regulars thought he was serious. He wouldn't kill unless he had to.

---



The C.I.C was well fortified by the time they got there. An automated turret above the door opened fire on them as soon as they came in sight of their objective. Varn evaded, his injured leg protesting as he slipped into cover by the bulkhead. The turret swiveled to face Rashia. The human knight skipped into cover just opposite Varn, her scowl enough to melt durasteel beams.

The turret turned to Maxir. He ripped it from it's housing with the Force, sent it shattering into a thousand pieces. The Jedi grinned as Varn stepped out. He looked at Rashia. She shrugged. "Not bad." The hermetically sealed doors were state-of-the-art, designed to weather the brunt of most explosives. Sending it spinning into the C.I.C took all three of them, but they managed. The Force was like a physical presence, heavy in the air around them as they stormed in. Bolts sizzled through the air, passed through the places Varn had been mere milliseconds before. A shot came from his right and he sent it to the ceiling, caught another from his left in the same instance.

Blue blades glowed in his periphery, the hum of lightsabers and alarmed shouts a disturbing cacophony of noise. It was interrupted by a man in overalls stepping into his path, a blaster pistol raising up to point at his face.

Varn sliced through it in one fluent movement. He rotated his wrist, took a step forward. The man's eyes widened as the lightsaber scythed down. "I surrender!" He cried out, the blade stopping a couple inches from his neck. "I surrender. Please please please let me live." Holding his weapon steady, Varn took a quick look about. Two dead, three wounded, another three disarmed. Rashia stood guarding the latter, her blue saber held much like his own, humming quiet menace. Varn turned back to his man. "You know how to work the station defenses?" He asked calmly, the picture of passive threat. The man blinked. "Are you kidd-... I mean, of course, Sir. W-why... How can I help?" Reaching out, Varn took his blade from the man's neck, before shoving him backwards. The man tripped on his own feet.

And landed square in the chair Varn had been aiming for. He pointed at the console beside the man.

"For starters, you can help by changing the friend-foe recognition software so that it sees all Concordian ships in the vicinity Liram Angellus as friendly, understand?" The blank look he got spoke volumes. Varn took a step closer. "I understand, sir, I understand!" The man turned to his console and began doing his thing, the promise of a violent death keeping him from any mischief. The scuffing of feet made Varn turn for a heartbeat, only to find Maxir had gone to guard the door they'd breached through. He turned back. "All done. Anything... uh, anything else, sir?" The Zabrak thought for a moment. Frowned. "Yes. Transfer control of the station's defenses to the Green Dragon Gir Quee and shut down the Shield Generator." That last bit made the man slide back in his seat, as if the weight of the words fell squarely on his shoulders. "Excuse me?"

Varn didn't. He waited.

The man gulped.

"Yessir. Right away."

 

[Phalsi Drynchen]

FROM THE INSIDE
Objective: Remove the corrupted flowers.
Equipment: Armored clothes-How they look, The Mask, Just in Case Cloak, Scope- kept on the utility belt until used, Wrist Device , Pair of Blue Lightsabers, Slicing/Gaming Tool, Hard Light Weapon, The Encoil, Zerek Stowaway Node, ICE/iBorg Clarion Personal Translator
Ship: Gray Messenger, Sanguine Tempest
Tags: Aayla Shan​

Objective 1 - Mistryl's Cleaning House

"I'll gladly leave it to them."

There was nod back and forth as Aayla explained she actually lived there. She held up her own wrist, activating the device to share her own information in kind. "They've got a lot of everything, and if you can't find it, there is someone who can point you in the right direction. A lot more stuff than Kashyyyk anyway." Her face snapped up after the words fumbled out.


"Not that anything is wrong with Kashyyyk, its just, a bit lacking in amenities given the focus they have on training. Not a lot of-feth. Anyway. Coruscant would be a good start, lots of food places there." She shrugged, pondering the future choices of what to eat.

---

The pair had indeed been together as they descended on their targets. Phalsi had taken the more aggressive one, taking her hard light weapon into the fight rather than her lightsabers for the flexibility. She had changed the setting to an overcharged stun feature on the weapon, but that had done little more than agitate the opponent when struck the first time.

Causing the mask wearing girl to frown briefly as she turned the device off and adjusted the settings while maneuvering through the dual battlefield Aayla had created for them. The hard light hilt snapped open once more as she rolled through a move behind Aayla and allowing the weapon to reform as the changes set in.

It shifted from the long lance with a short blade to keep her distance to a shimmering curved blade as she reverse gripped handle while drawing the vibro-knife from the Mistryl they had subdued earlier. Aayla and Phalsi would seem to switch opponents at random intervals, Aayla taking a few jabs at her target while Phalsi snuck in hits against the former blaster wielder to shift the fight dynamic and cause them to stumble in tactics.