Mission [GA] Rebellion of Lohopa II

[Makko Vyres]

"So, civilians with guns or trained men?" She asked rather bluntly. "I don't know which opponent would be worse."

"I think civilians is unlikely, but I don't have the info," Makko admitted. "The embassy was a secure place, locked up tight. Armed guards. So we can safely say they came with a plan and will have some idea of what they're doing. Worst case, they're sponsored and trained by a some real bad people."

Makko brought up the holographic of the building schematics. When the ground team had more information it would be fed to them and they could plan their own approach.

"When it kicks off it will go fast," he warned.

The ship loiter at a high altitude, ready to descend and drop them off. Makko would have liked to have carried out the maneuver with Colette ahead of time. If she broke an ankle in the landing it wouldn't be as bad as getting shot, so he held on to that.

Time was stretching out, so Makko made some small talk. He had his hands behind his head and his eyes closed, looking far too casual for what was coming next.

"So...can I ask, have you and Shan talked since the party?"

Makko was always more direct about these things than most jedi. He still tried to toe around the matter rather than coming across as a gossip.

 

[Amani Serys]

Lohopa II
Thirdas Heavenshield - Denn Verdan​

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The door held them at bay for a time, but only delayed the inevitable. More rioters began to push their way through, until they finally breached. A hail of stun bolts went out, creating another roadblock for those committed to pushing on. Their intensity shook Amani; All this for what? Some valuable medical supplies? A shot at some Alliance faces? Just to relish in the vandalism and chaos? It didn't matter now, only that they were stopped. Especially the ones stupid enough to bring blasters.

Amani raised a hand and pushed back the vanguard of intruders with a telekinetic wave. Many were knocked back, clogging up the breach even further. She raised a second hadn't for more precise control, and began to throw attackers about, some out of the room, otherwise knocked into unconsciousness. The display had them looking like a tangle of puppets, but she couldn't control everyone at once. A few got through and crowded her, trying to pin the Jedi down with brute force and overpower with sheer numbers.

 

[Sssar Taszzn]

Objective II: Lets Star A Riot
Bring Order to Chaos​

Tags: Ryana mina
Ministry of Justice Response Group "Aurek"

Spoiler

100/100 Spaceport Police Droids [x]
10/10 Sector Rangers
2/2 LAAT/le patrol gunships [x]

Music

Spoiler

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Sssar had not expected the Jedi Padawan that had accompanied the taskforce to take such an action, and when Ryana spoke that she was going down from the gunship to speak to the rioters his face became alarmed "Do not leave that ssship!" he commanded towards the comm near him to no avail. Blasted Jedi always running off.

As Ryana descended Sssar turned towards the Human officer in the command center "Halt the droidsss... our loaned Padawan isss near the crowd." the Human made a few motions on his terminal "Halting the droids."

On the streets the police droids paused. Taking one final step and then reconsolidating their lines as they held their position so not to drive the riotous crowd back further away from Ryana. The Sector Ranger captain in the meanwhile watched with baited breath as the young Jedi took matters into her own hands. Something that was no ideal for a precarious situation such as this.

In the command center Sssar watched his viewscreen with an intense stare. He was certainly not moved by the speech, though he was also not known for his reactions to emotional pleas for cooperation, though it seemed that the crowd had responded amicably towards her line of reasoning "Mossst unexpected. Have the droidsss maintain possssition, and the Rangersss sssstand down. For now." as the commands were carried out the Filithar contemplated the Jedi's approach. What could he take away from this experience?

"Stand down on the smokes. Turn us back behind the line." the Sector Ranger captain spoke to his pilot while motioning to the other gunship's crew to follow them. With rhymic humming the LAAT/le gunships turned in place and drifted off behind the police droid cordon.

There was still much to do about the rest of the world's riots which verged on open rebellion in the violent flashpoints of the unrest. The Ministry of Justice had work ahead of it and for now Sssar was the leading authority of the ministry afield.

 

[Denn Verdan]

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Denn paused for a moment, letting dismay at the situation get to him.

So many angry people. And the cause of it seemed so slim. It was hard to believe that so many could become so violent so quickly. It was enough to make a person question their faith in the intrinsic goodness of sentient life forms.

But he reminded himself that while the whole world seemed to have gone mad, there were noble exceptions. There were good people here, diligently working to treat and protect the patients. Not everyone had succumbed to this violent madness...

Madness...

People rioted sometimes. They found reasons for violence. They took advantage of chaos for selfish advantage. These things happened all the time, throughout the galaxy...

...but it usually did not happen so lightly. Yes, these people had some legitimate concerns, but was it reasonable for it to have come to this?

In that momentary pause, where all of these thoughts and feelings came to him, Denn closed his eyes.

He felt rage. Rage pouring in from so many souls. It was spreading out across this troubled world.

But he felt more than the natural rage of sentient beings.

He felt that there was something else going on. Something beneath it all.

Like a bellows, stoking a hungry fire with its winds. Just as a normal furnace could become superheated sufficiently to separate slag from steel, this thing was turning legitimate fears into sheer terror. Turning legitimate anger into pure rage. Normal emotional frailty was being multiplied tenfold.

Something, somewhere, was amplifying the natural negative emotions present here. Something was multiplying the normal troubles that tugged at sentient minds and hearts.

This all came to him in that moment... Then the moment passed.

Denn opened his eyes again, and saw that Master Serys was being surrounded.

Unraveling the mystery here would have to wait for another time.

Now he had to act, and quickly.

His blazing green saber was in his hand. He advanced upon Master Serys' position, slashing around him in wide arcs that were normally avoided in his preferred lightsaber form. His blade swung into rioters on one side, then the other. This emerald fountain of light might have been expected to eviscerate foes, sever limbs, and fill the room with the dead and dying.

It did nothing of the kind.

The blade sparked brightly where it touched people, but it did not cut into them. His lightsaber had two settings. He could kill with it, which he rarely did. Right now, an ionized stun field sheathed the plasma plume, shocking the touched people into unconsciousness.

A scene which could easily have been a horror-show was instead absent of carnage, merely a liberal use of nonlethal force.

Still, although Denn was well trained in his chosen form, and although he was fast and athletic, it was hard to keep up with the relentless waves of attackers seeping in through multiple breaches and converging on Master Serys- and now himself.




Thirdas Heavenshield
Amani Serys

 

[Colette]

Makko Vyres

Armed men with training and plans made for a more difficult encounter, but at least the two Jedi would go in under the same circumstances as their opponents. In essence this was either another repetition of the uncovered Sith operation that Makko and Colette had stumbled upon or it was even worse.

Thankfully, however, this was all bound to a single planet.

As if to sour the mood, Makko had to go and prod at Colette's scabs. She winced for a moment as he asked about Shan before she felt the way her stomach seemed to bubble with… Something. It was an unfamiliar feeling, same as the one she had felt after she kissed his cheek in front of everyone, like a tickle that came from within as opposed to someone else. It made for a wholly unpunchable fix and Colette quickly burst into a quick laughter before she wiped the grin from her face and fell into a dead serious stare.

"No." She said. "Never."

Deflection time.

"Have you talked to Valery about getting me shot yet?"

 

[Makko Vyres]

"Have you talked to Valery about getting me shot yet?"

"Oh that's how we're playing it?" Makko replied.

He let his arms drop from behind his head and leaned forwards. He flashed Colette a grin so that she knew he wasn't being intimidated quite so easily.

Of course, it would have been very different if Valery was here.

"You can say 'Makko fuck off' if you want. But you can also talk to me if you want. Just sayin' maybe don't say never. Might be a good idea to talk to him."

 

[Shan Pavond]

Objective 2
Tags: Open


Flames. Pain. Fear. Shan didn't know how to feel about any of this. Lohopa wasn't the typical battlefield Shan had been to before. It wasn't a case of one side being wrong and the other side being right...Though that was rarely the case. It was civilians fighting civilians. How was he meant to deal with something like that? He had planned on bringing people back to the hospital for treatment through the streets, but the hospital seemed to be having its own problems. The Padawan could see rioters rushing into the hospital, and felt helpless to stop them. He had his own people he had to look out for. He had came across a family that had needed his help and well...there was no way he wasn't going to help people who needed him.

The moment replayed in his mind as he had rushed into their burning house. By the Force, how did burning down random buildings help these rioters with their goals? They nearly burnt an entire innocent family to death and for what? The war with the Mandalorians? It was making less and less sense to him. The more he experienced, the more he learned. Blast it. He had to focus on the present, and right now, he had an elderly Rodian leaning against him for support, coughing consistently. The stench coming off the man was vile...but Shan wasn't that vain enough that he'd abandon someone for stinking bad. He was friends with Ko after all. Shan had hoped to get him treatment in the hospital but with the state of the place...He'd need to find somewhere else to help the man. With the entire family following him around, there were like sitting ducks in the middle of the street. Explosions rocking through the air as bombs were flung around, explosive, incendiary or otherwise.

A small tugging on the side of his leg snapped Shan out of his thoughts, as he looked down at the eyes of a small Rodian child. "Mr. Jedi. What are we going to do? The bad people are at the hospital! Dad needs a Doctor." It was true. The elderly Rodian's breathing wasn't doing well, probably from all of the smoke that he had inhaled..."Just...give me a minute. Alright? He'll be fine." Shan broke out into his small smile, trying to reassure the child as he looked around for some kind of place they could hide. He'd be able to try and heal the father, if they had somewhere secure..."Here. Take him for a moment." Shan handed the elderly Rodian to one of the other family members whilst he checked the doors of the nearby buildings. Locked...Locked...Also locked. He could cut through one of the doors...but the light of his saber would probably give their position away..."This is probably going to hurt..."

The Mirialan focused on the Force, using it to help harden his fist to make it more firm and harder than normal thanks to the aid of the Force Technique Jasper Kai'El had taught him. Splintering the door and causing it to break open, though Shan's hand did instantly start throbbing in pain. Yeah. He was right. That was going to hurt. "Come on. Get inside, stay away from any windows. Clear somewhere comfortable for your old man." Shan rubbed his knuckles as the family of Rodians hurried into the building, before following them inside, making sure to pull the shutters to the store down. Now was the best time to try and contact any assistance. [This is Padawan Pavond. I've rescued a family of Rodians that were caught in a housefire. Currently hold up inside of a store near the hospital. Planned on taking them to the hospital, but it's not safe to move them there. A few of them have non-serious burns, but the Patriarch of the family is in a serious condition. Going to treat him to the best of abilities but...erh...would really appreciate some assistance. Thanks.]

With that, Shan moved back over towards the family. "Alright. I'm going to try to help your dad, but I'll need you all to keep your ears open. Help should be coming for us, so just...relax. We've got this." The Mirialan kept the smile on his face, before rummaging around in his robes, pulling out the gift that Saria Rae had given him for his birthday. First time using this. Hopefully it'll help him. The Padawan just crouched himself down next to the Elderly Rodian, holding his hand out in the general victiniy and went to work on healing the Rodian. The lungs were going to be the most damaged so that was his focus...He just had to keep this up until help arrived. That would be easy...right?

 

[Corazona von Ascania]

Objective II
Connel Vanagor

Vanagor's voice drifted into her mind, urging her to wait for his signal before escorting the civilians from the pub. He was close enough that she could hear his voice addressing the agitated crowd outside, even the clatter of stones and debris that were being thrown his way.

"Is…is it safe?" A woman asked in a low whisper, cradling a frightened child to her chest.

"No just yet." Cora murmured lowly, flashing her a brief smile. "One of my colleagues is talking them down."

A few tense minutes passed. Muffled words were exchanged on the other side of the door, and Connel's signal finally came through.

The door creaked open an inch, enough for Cora to peek through and ensure that no one was aiming their ire towards them. The Padawan slipped through first as the crowd turned to follow Vanagor's gesture. There was still tension in the air, but it had scaled down from the fever pitch it had hit earlier.

Slowly, civilians emerged from the pub's backroom, caution in their movements and hesitation on their faces. They were uncertain as to whether the Jedi's presence would be helpful, or stoke the fires further.

"Mama?" A tiny voice broke the tension, all eyes turning towards the toddler bundled in his mother's arms. "We go home?" He asked, a pure, childlike fear wavering in his tone.

"Shh," The mother cooed, bouncing the boy softly while rubbing his back. "Soon."

Cora placed a hand on the woman's shoulder and squeezed. It was hard to find the proper words to soothe angry civilians, especially when their concerns were justified, but Connel had successfully redirected their anger to confront the innocents who were suffering from it.

"Your worries are understandable. If it is what you truly want, the Alliance will not force you to remain within its sphere of influence."

She spoke in a low tone, voice carrying through the alley as she met Connel's gaze.

"But please, leave these people be."

 

[Und'a Ka'ar]

Lohopa II
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Senator Jace colis seemed to understand what he was getting at. This meeting wasn't about convincing him, making accusations towards his people or stirring up the room. The people of Lohopa II were rioting and rebelling, and the only way to stop that from continuing was to ease their concerns. Perhaps Casteban Mecetti understood that as well, but his tone and delivery were concerning, to say the least.

It was making Und'a's blood boil, and his eyes didn't hide the fact that he was going to snap. But before he could, Alicio stepped in between and addressed the senator himself. Und'a himself took the moment to calm himself down as well, and kept his eyes on the Count until he turned back around.

"I appreciate the honesty, senator Organa, and I agree with your proposal." His eyes switched between Jace and Alicio now, the two senators who had seemed most willing to drive this forward in a diplomatic way. There was Sycorax Laveaux as well, but she seemed... distracted.

Perhaps she could enjoy her popcorn some more throughout what was coming next.

"The people need to hear this truth not from me, but from an Alliance representative not native to this world. Senators Organa and Colis, would you speak to the people if I arranged you the platform? To give them an honest and open speech about this war, and what to expect."

Alicio Organa Corrine de Montaigne Sycorax Laveaux Jace colis Casteban Mecetti
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[Aiden Rennek]

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"They are angry civilians with weapons. Some just use tools or whatever blunt object they could find," Aiden said to answer Alexander Hayes ' question in particular. A professionally trained group would have been far more dangerous, but even now, a hostage situation was tricky. The untrained were far more likely to panic, and if they did end up panicking during the raid, they could potentially cause unintentional harm to themselves or the hostages.

Aiden and the others would have to tread carefully.

"The motives of the extremists is one we can't meet. They want the Alliance to retreat all personnel and assets from the planet, and have Lohopa II go neutral again. So, it's up to us to take away their leverage, and leave the diplomacy to the senators who came here," Aiden said, as they began to move out through the sewer system.

Luckily, the walk wouldn't be too long, and there were no signs of danger underground.

"Who is taking point?"

My group: Alexander Hayes Lt. Bren Alazar Vitiion Daivik
Other group: Colette Makko Vyres ​

 

[Thirdas Heavenshield]

Denn Verdan Amani Serys ​

To halt further use of the broken window, Thirdas pushed a shelf in front of it, temporarily blocking access to the wing. It was likely not the last to be smashed in, as several more existed further along the building exterior. He took a moment to observe the scene and consider their options. They were holding the line so far, but there were who knows how many more looking to break through, fuelled by anger and resentment past a boiling degree.

"Cain," he tapped the young Anvilite on the shoulder, prompting a graceful exit from the formation whilst another Ironside filled the empty spot. "We can't keep this up - the risk of a breakthrough is much too high! Have a beacon set up displaying our coordinates and a repeating message on all frequencies asking for immediate reinforcements and rescue! Go!" Cain proceeded to tap the shoulder of another Ironside, one of slighter build and height, and together the pair rushed off to get the beacon in place.

At this rate, they'll be out of ammunition long before enough rioters are made to see the error of their way. They would either be forced to stand aside and let the people have their way, or employ more atrocious methods of convincing. He refused both options, for in the devastating war against the Bryn, he and his men had been forced to succumb to their most barbaric nature in order to vanquish the already barbarous hordes. Now that they had a clean slate, to sully it by firing live rounds into civilian crowds stood against all they'd hoped to achieve.

No. Thirdas looked up at the ceiling above the entrance, then over at the terrified patients and medical personnel huddled together in fear.

"Amani! Denn! We must end this now or they'll inevitably break through! Bring down the ceiling, collapse the entrance! Sealing ourselves in is the only way!" A kick from his cybernetic leg sent a rioter flying back into the crowd, creating a domino effect of people tumbling over each other.

They would worry about finding a way to get the people out once the immediate threat was taken care of.

 

[Connel Vanagor]

I learned from my mother and father, but I am not them!​

Spoiler: PERSONAL EFFECTS

Jedi Defender Light Corvette
"Crotch Rocket" Speederbike
Headset Microphone Comm-link
Vambraces
Custom Robes/Armor
Long handle Lightsaber "Alpha"
Short saber "Omega"
Astromech Droid "D1-N3"

[Any text in brackets signifies comm-link usage and not face to face conversation]
SECTOR: Lohopa
MISSION: Obj 2
TAGS: Corazona von Ascania

We’re not here to hurt you. However, those who would wish violence needed to find a better outlet. None of us wish any of you harm, but as long as citizens are in danger… and I speak only for myself when I say this… I am not leaving.

“Oh, so you’re going to occupy us? Is that it?” One of the original more vocally enthusiastic stonethrowers barked.

“Oh, be quiet Ori!” One yelled out in retort.

“We could have killed kids!” Snarled another.

Let’s not dwell on what could have happened. Just take solace in the second chance you have. Looking the way of Cora, he nodded. Thank you for staying with these people. I don't know what would have happened if I could not get to them in time.

The mood of the crowd went from angry, to wary, to fearful, to regretful.

“We really screwed up '' One of the louder voices rang out again, his tor very different from before.

No, you didn't. You stopped yourselves. Now’s your chance to be the change you want to see.

Spoiler: SUMMARY OF ACTIONS AND OUTLOOK FOR THREAD

Getting into the bar and rescuing Cora and everyone else.

 

[Vitiion Daivik]

You're a sniper by trade as well, right?

"Yeah, but my sniper's better at dealing with droids. Synthetics. That kind of stuff. Today's just going to be more...up close and personal." Vitiion just waved her electro-sword and the GOO gun around ever so slightly. "Which is fine by me. This blaster has like a tranq dart setting on it or somethin'." She fiddled around with the setting of the GOO grappler. It was going to better than nothing at the end of the day. As much as she might have been a bit cold or apprehensive about the idea of being non-lethal, at the end of the day, she was going to be doing her best to try and keep things...non-lethal. Or at least less than lethal.

For now, she kept the electro-sword in its sheath. The grappler might be good enough by itself and the sword was more of a chance of things going wrong. Maybe she should just rely on her instincts a bit more...She had been trying to ignore her Force Sensitivity ever since she got told about it, but if it could help her with something like this...

"Who is taking point?"

"Dibs not me. I might not be hanging back like I normally do...but I still don't think I'd do a great job at taking point." It was true. She wasn't going to try and act like she was more impressive than she actually was. Vee knew she was still inexperienced when it came to leading, or even being in a battlefield. She was happy to follow, as opposed to lead at the end of the day.

Alexander Hayes

 

[Casteban Mecetti]

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"Hard-ass?" The elder Mecetti arched a brow at Organa's temerity.

Then he nodded in agreement.

"We do grow hard in the Tapani Sector," he admitted, "where the citizenry can be counted on not to fall to pieces at the slightest tremble of leaves in the wind."

Then he bowed, "I leave the situation to my colleagues' softer and more yielding ass.

But I warn you, this will not be solved with a simple speech or public announcement. There is more going on here than anyone seems prepared to admit. Until the root of this weed is removed, these troubles will continue to spread."

With that, he was seated and silent.

Apparently, the gathered representatives were convinced that the lack of a simple speech was the cause of all this commotion. Once foreign Senators explained what Ka'ar seemed unable to articulate himself, everything would fall in line.

If that were remotely true, then this entire situation was even more shameful than it appeared.





Und'a Ka'ar

Alicio Organa

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Corrine de Montaigne

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Sycorax Laveaux

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Jace colis

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[Lt. Bren Alazar]

You know those types you don't want to meet in a dark alley?​

Spoiler: GEAR

3 Grenades, Fire Grenade, Rotary and Blaster Vambraces, Stun Club and Shoulder Mounted Interchangeable Weapon
(Snipers)- SMR, "God Gun", M-14 Sniper Rifle, Wrist Blaster, Carbine, God gun Rotary and Blaster Vambraces, Stun Club and Shoulder Mounted Interchangeable Weapon(Sniper Variant)
(Assault)- RI-19 Assault Rifle-w-LPD53 Grenade Launcher(5 FYB 40mm grenades each), T-73 Handgun, Scattergun,
3 Grenades, Fire Grenade, Rotary and Blaster Vambraces, Stun Club and Shoulder Mounted Interchangeable Weapon
(Heavy Weapons)- Minigun(if in the field), Defender-Automatic Weapon(if in CQC) Assault Rifle Rotary and Blaster Vambraces, Stun Club and (Shoulder Mounted Interchangeable Weapon)(Grenade Variant)

Spoiler: FIRE TEAMS AND SUPPORT

BLUE TEAM - Michael,
OVERWATCH AND AUTOMATED PILOTING - Seraphim

Michael,Seraphim Talis(Zabrak) - assault, Cren(Human) - Heavy weapon, Speedo(Rodian) - Sniper/Overwatch

[Any text in brackets signifies comm-link usage and not face to face conversation]

I’ll take point. Though they were already moving, there was a question among a few about this. The Lieutenant was solid in his decision as he wanted to not only share danger but show them respect. The two he assigned for sniper duty was fine.

“Boss, we have two Jedi in the air giving us backup if we need it.” Bart whispered. He received the message from Speedo as well (all of them should have) in regards to the three man patrol. Bren was holding up a closed fist initiating the hand signal for “stop.”

Copy that. Thank’em.

“Copy. [Thank you, Master Jedi, will do.]”

Bren had not answered Alexander’s question about Intel on the extremists yet. Not out of disrespect but because they were in a crowd and potentially drawing riot attention. He wanted to control the environment, something he learned in Omega Squad. He was going to order them to be knocked out, but soon noticed each of the patrollers had two-way radios. This could mean one of two things, either the radios belonged to security guards or this group was organized. Waving everyone into cove positions he turned around.

They don't know we’re here, let them pass.
As for your question about Intel Hayes, sorry that I am only just now getting to it. Intel on them is that they are little more than extremists. Sorry, but there is an old saying “Detailed Intel is a trap.” So yeah, we have Intel on them, but I don't trust and won't risk our lives on it. So we are treating this like we are going in blind.

Looking back at the patrol he continued to whisper.

Non-Lethal techniques, but if you witness a hostile act, return fire. The safety of the hostages above all. If you are worried about mistakes, consider yourselves as following my orders. You might be questioned on what happened, but I will bear the brunt of any problems.


TAG Marine: Alexander Hayes / Aiden Rennek / Vitiion Daivik /
TAG Jedi: @Makjo Vyres / @Collette

... yeah, I scare them.

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[Corrine de Montaigne]

Alicio Organa Und'a Ka'ar Sycorax Laveaux Jace colis Casteban Mecetti

Interim Senator Mecetti really set Corrine's red flags off. The way that he behaved was unbecoming of someone on a dilpomatic mission, let alone someone that had ostensibly been chosen to represent the Alliance in a time of uncertainty. That settled it for her. She did not like him. But that was not what they were here to do, nor would her expressing such a thing have any effect on the situation at hand. After all, they were here to strike down the notion of disunion. There would be plenty of time on the Senate floor for her to find ways to disagree with him if he lasted long enough in the interim role.

She had remained largely silent after her first diatribe though. While she felt justified in it, it was received with mixed results. So what. She had not been chosen for her meekness and willingness to coddle people. That thought pushed aside, she was learning quite a bit more about the inner workings of the Senate than she had known prior and that was more than helpful in showing her just how she may bring things to the floor should the need arise. Not that Corulag was ever in any sort of open rebellion against the Alliance, but she did consider the needs of her world before those of others. Alliance though they may be, her home was still the most important aspect of her work.

"If I may." Corrine said, finally speaking up again, "I feel it would be prudent to offer amnesty to those who were swept up in the emotional turmoil of fear and uncertainty. It would not benefit us to punish those we seek to assuage with the reassurance we came to give them. That would likely only exacerbate the problem."

 

[Colette]

Makko Vyres

"Makko, fuck off." Colette said and did just as he had told her. It felt good. She even let out a very small sigh of relief. "Okay, that felt good."

"Look, I will. Just… Not, like, now. Maybe in a year or something when it's less awkward."

And then, as if they knew that Colette needed an escape plan it was offered. The soldiers were getting ready and the door to the shuttle seemed to unlock. It didn't open just yet, but the locking mechanism was certainly clanging and making a fuss.

"I think we're about to be sent in, Knight Vyres." Colette said and let out another queasy sigh. "About time too."

 

[Makko Vyres]

"Makko, fuck off."

"Nope!"

His grin was all teeth, but his expression softened as she showed her discomfort.

"Hey, you didn't do anything to feel awkward about. Even though it's alright if you do," Makko said.

"I bet everyone and their dog has offered advice, so just saying I can listen any time you want."

He stood up, pulling on his mask and helmet.

"Would have been good to do this in training..." he said as he approached the middle of the floor.

"This will open up."

He pointed to a circle on the floor. The faint lines of the tight iris were visible.

"Arms over your chest like this, stand at the edge and just step off. I'll go first, drop right after me. Pilot will give the ship a slight nudge sideways so you don't land on my head. And I mean right after me. We'll come in fairly slow but you stand for two seconds and you might be landing on the Embassy lawn where everyone can see you. Got it?"

 

[Corazona von Ascania]

Objective II
Connel Vanagor

The appearance of the civilians who'd been hiding, along with the words of the Jedi, seemed to lower the mood away from hitting a fever pitch.

When their eyes met, Cora returned Connel's nod. Pieces of the crowd began to break off as individuals meandered away from the area, though a handful of people remained, still fearful of being caught in the crossfire of the various riots that sprang up across the city.

"We can escort you home." Cora offered to a few of the tentative stragglers, including the woman and her child. As they murmured in agreement, she turned to approach Connel.

"Thank you, Knight Vanagor." She tilted her head to the elder Jedi. "The problem would've been much worse if you'd hadn't intervened when you did."

 

[Amani Serys]

Lohopa II
Thirdas Heavenshield - Denn Verdan​

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Some of Amani's assailants looked familiar— The thugs that had harassed the hospital earlier were back as promised, and eager to get some payback on the mirialan who had humiliated them. She was pinned down, and nearly suffocated under the crowd that had swarmed her. After what felt like an eternity, the weight gradually lessened, and she saw Denn clearing through with a stun saber. It gave her enough space to wriggle free and fight back, launching those nearest away from her with a repelling Force. But retaliation only bred more hostility, and more rioters charged on to attack them both.

"Amani! Denn! We must end this now or they'll inevitably break through! Bring down the ceiling, collapse the entrance! Sealing ourselves in is the only way!"

Amani could barely hear Thirdas over the chaos, "What?!" She said, skeptical of what she thought she heard. Caving in the hospital? Dangerous, but as he said, perhaps their best bet to stem the tide. She just gave him a nod, and threw back her latest attackers by sweeping her staff in an arc. The healer raised her hands and began to telekinetically pull at the foundations around the wing's entrance. Duracrete and mortar cracked and shifted under the grip of the Force.