Mission [GA] Rebellion of Lohopa II

[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

Agreed. We’ll walk with anyone who wants the escort. True, he felt like he should go and put out another fire, but that would ruin any goodwill they were garnering right now.

While the walk was slow and quiet, Connell felt more “alert” to the surroundings.

Don't sell yourself short, you kept your group calm and safe like a pro. With a smirk, he winked.. ... an my friends call me “Connell”.

Spoiler: SUMMARY OF ACTIONS AND OUTLOOK FOR THREAD

Getting into the bar and rescuing Cora and everyone else.

 

[Alicio Organa]

Lohopa II
Senate Meeting Room, Undisclosed Location
- Corrine de Montaigne - Sycorax Laveaux - Casteban Mecetti - Und'a Ka'ar - Jace colis -
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Of course, Casteban Mecetti wasn't one to be cowed into silence without a final jab. Alicio knew his type. He needed to claw the Lohopan senator one last time, scrape some dignity out of his retreat.

"I leave the situation to my colleagues' softer and more yielding ass."

Okay, perhaps dignity was the wrong word. The choice of phrase made Alicio choke out a chuckle from the back of his throat, handily diffusing the tension between them. The Senator from Alderaan turned on a heel, to rejoin the meeting.

He listened to Senator Ka'ar's idea, building off of his own. The Count's contemplative frown reinstated itself. Alicio obviously had his own reservations, his own hidden worries; could anything be said to reach the hearts of the people now? Would they listen to reason, their minds so clouded by fear?

He had to hope they might.

"I accept your proposal," he finally said, nodding subtly to the Lohopan. Then, he flicked his gaze to the Senator from Corulag. "Could I request your voice, as well, Senator? I'm a humanitarian. You are a warrior. We may benefit from your perspective." If there ever was a time for a patriotic speech, it would be then.

Alicio considered Corrine's conjecture, his frown growing in thought. "It may be too early to think about what happens after all this, considering there may not be an after for the Alliance on Lohopa II." Still, he would give his two cents. "The worst of the violence is seeing rioters break into hospitals and schools across the planet, endangering the defenseless. No matter the circumstance, I wouldn't want to let that go."

Though, something else tickled the back of his mind. "Senator Mecetti is correct, you know. Though perhaps he doesn't care to say it kindly. The people will wake up tomorrow, with the knowledge of what they have done, and hear our words. It might sway them. But that cannot be it. A speech will not make peace last."

"But for tonight? For tomorrow? A speech will have be enough."

 

[Denn Verdan]

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Denn couldn't believe what he was hearing.

Collapse parts of the hospital?

Not only would that cause permanent damage to important infrastructure, but it would risk bringing down tons of debris upon their patients and medical workers.

And yet... desperate times often called for desperate maneuvers.

Denn wished there was time to carefully consider this. To come up with a better plan. But he knew that being paralyzed with inaction or indecision was the worst possible thing in a moment like this.

So he reached out with a hand and with the force to aid Master Serys.

He was not powerful enough to bring the structure down. But he was good enough with Force telekinesis to divert any debris. Inevitably, some things would come down where they would do harm. Chunks of ferrocrete, acoustical ceiling tiles. Overhead lights. Once the structure began to be torn down, there would be all kinds of descending hazards.

Denn tried to push them aside to keep them from falling on anybody.

Soon, they would all be entombed.

But unlike most who suffered such a fate, their burial would be to preserve their lives.




Thirdas Heavenshield
Amani Serys

 

[Colette]

Makko Vyres

"It's just a stupid crush, I'll get over it." Colette insisted with a shrug. "But, thank you."

As for the rest of this little procedure it was a simple pattern of 'drop, and drop'. Easy peasy, Colette could do that. Just cross her arms as such and lean back a little. Of course, she failed to see the point of it given that she would still need to focus and land without her arms folded, but maybe that was just something Makko told himself because it made him feel cooler jumping out of a ship.

She gave him a nod and then Makko dropped. Colette followed suit not long after but quickly broke the 'sleeping mummy' pose to ensure that she could actually see where the hell she was going. The wind would rather naturally make her unable to see a thing, but that was one of those hard fought revelations all padawans had to figure out sooner or later, or so she figured.

Makko landed and Colette landed with a slightly heavier thud next to him. She was unharmed, but it was certainly not the most subtle of landings. Given the fact that the soldiers would begin to fall in though, the question was more or less whether it mattered or not. She stood back up again and brushed her knees free from dust that had stuck to the fabric since the time they were still back on the riot lines holding back waves of protestors.

"We've touched down." She whispered over the comms to Makko, despite the fact that he was right there in front of her. "Notice any easy entrances on your way down?"

 

[Thirdas Heavenshield]

Amani Serys Denn Verdan ​

The ceiling gave way to the power of the Force wielded by the Mirialan Jedi, bringing down duracrete and mortar before their very feet. The shockwave of the entrance being caved in coupled with the cloud of dust that followed nearly knocked the defenders on their asses, but as the dust settled and vision cleared it became evident that the rioters, while still present, had had enough for the time being. The muffled sounds of banging and shouting could still be heard on the other side, but they were a far cry from what they had been.

The Ironsides lowered their weapons, taking a moment to catch their breaths. Their Chief looked at each one of them, then nodded. "At ease," he said softly. One by one his men removed their helmets, finally following their leader in revealing themselves. "Locator beacon's up and running, Chief," Cain and the other Ironside joined their comrades before they too removed their helmets. "Message's playing on a loop and on every open frequency," the other chimed in, her voice turning from a distorted growl to the melodic sounds of a young woman. "Good," said Thirdas, staring off at the shocked civilians.

His hand went for his canteen, feeling and hearing its water swirl and splash as he shook it. "See to it that our rations are distributed amongst the others. They need it more than us." He then returned to the brother and sister huddled in bed, arms wrapped around his large helmet. They looked terrified. Thirdas placed his water canteen by their feet, then turned and walked off towards the two Jedi.

"What could the Mandalorians have done to these people to plant such reckless hatred," he asked, visibly disturbed by what he'd just witnessed. These were no fanatic Sith cultists or the mindless minions of the Bryn'adûl throwing themselves at them. Hell, they weren't even the enemy. Just normal people, once. He looked to Amani and Denn, distraught and disturbed at what they must have suffered through.

"Where was the Alliance," he asked, not out of spite or anger, for neither Jedi was to blame. No, his question arose from a genuine want to understand. "Where were the Jedi?"

 

[Valery Noble]

Lohopa II

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Outfit: Factory Link | Wedding Ring
Weapons: Blasters | Lightsabers
Tag: BB-610 Loomi Nir Si

As soon as the ramp lowered, the group made it outside and started moving towards the school. She was going to let Bee and Loomi greet the kids first, purely because their appearance was very welcoming for younger children. But Bee's photoreceptors picked up on another issue — two kids were trapped in a speeder and couldn't get out. He immediately rushed towards the panicking pair, and the others followed too.

Valery was right behind them, but she seemed more cautious. Her eyes were searching down the roads, alleyways and even scanned the roof tops.

She had a bad feeling about exposing themselves.

By the time she turned her eyes back to the others, Nir Si had managed to open the door, and let them get out. Valery smiled and offered a nod to show her approval, before she noticed something else — rioters were coming their way down the street. The Jedi group hadn't been spotted yet, but it wasn't going to take long.

"You three, get inside the school and gather up the kids for extraction," Valery said with concern in her eyes. "I'm going to distract that group of rioters."

 

[Braze]

TAGS: @ - Corrine de Montaigne - Sycorax Laveaux - Casteban Mecetti - Und'a Ka'ar - Jace colis - Alicio Organa

In the midst of the assembly, Braze stood with a bandaged arm secured in a medical splint, his alertness undiminished despite the intense discussions unfolding around him. His role was clear: to keep a watchful eye on the political representatives and provide whatever guard and protection he could. His gaze frequently shifted to Casteban Mecetti , maintaining a cautious distance due to his previous encounter in the snow with Maldor Mecetti .

Dressed in simple robes and a dark verdant green cloak, Braze's presence was understated yet vigilant. His mask and hood were up, adding to his inconspicuous demeanor as he remained silent, observing the adults with keen and cautious eyes. He studied their mannerisms and the way they spoke to each other, absorbing the dynamics of the meeting. He took in who conducted them selves in a professional way, and who was not.

Braze found himself particularly struck by the exchange between Alicio Organa and Casteban Mecetti , appreciating the well-articulated reprimand that Organa delivered. These interactions were shaping his understanding of the political landscape, influencing his universal views as he witnessed the unfolding of events and the revelation of various interests.

Amidst this, Braze couldn't help but feel a twinge of guilt. He was aware that his friends and associates were out there, risking their lives to address imminent dangers. Part of him wished he could be alongside them, contributing his skills to their efforts. However, he recognized the importance of his current assignment and the need to recover fully from his injury. This understanding didn't completely alleviate his sense of responsibility, but it offered a new perspective on the diverse ways he could serve the greater good, even if it meant being away from the front lines for the moment.

Braze couldn't help but feel that harboring resentment towards the Alliance for the recent attack wouldn't be constructive at the moment. While he understood the reasons behind such feelings, he believed that giving in to them could lead to more harm than good, especially if it resulted in the departure of key allies.

Braze listened intently, his keen mind working to discern the underlying motives of the speakers. He began to identify those who seemed more intent on muddying the waters and sowing seeds of doubt – tactics that could potentially drive a wedge between allies.

This realization was not lost on Braze. He understood the delicate balance of politics and the importance of unity in times of crisis. The idea that some might be using the situation to their advantage, possibly at the cost of weakening the Alliance, was a concerning thought.

 

[Amani Serys]

Lohopa II
Thirdas Heavenshield - Denn Verdan​

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The entrance caved in, kicking up a plume of debris that temporarily obscured Amani's vision. When she recovered, she threw up a hand, using the Force like a giant broom to sweep up and cordon off much of the airborne dust. It was the last of their concerns given everything that happened, but better to minimize any possible contaminants to the already vulnerable crowd.

"Where was the Alliance. Where were the Jedi?"

That was the big question. "It was a surprise attack," Amani explained. "They caught us off guard. The only world where we had any warning was Ukatis, and it came from a rogue agent." She sighed and shrugged; It was the truth, but it didn't make their failure feel any better. To her, or to the people of this world, "I don't know how they got past us as bad as they did. We tried to push back but by then they were already ahead. But… we failed. It's as simple as that." It didn't justify the violence happening on Lohopa now. But it did justify questions about the Alliance's ability to fulfill its responsibilities, in her eyes.

 

[Denn Verdan]

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Denn shook his head, "It may have been a surprise, Master Serys, but only in its location. The Galactic Alliance publicly declared their intention to go to war with the Mandalorian Enclave. How could anyone fail to predict a hostile response to that?"

He went on, "The Jedi were never meant to be soldiers. It was a mistake to make the Order into one of the Alliance's de-facto military branches. Or even to allow us to be placed into the official governmental structure at all.

The Galactic Alliance is able to casually declare war and know that they will have powerful force-wielders at their backs. The Jedi are drawn into conflicts whether we wish to be or not. We are at the whim of politicians, and not our own moral guidance. If the Senate votes war, then we are at war.

All of us.

The Jedi used to be defenders. But that's not the case any more. We are not here today merely because of riots. We are here today because a planet might choose to secede. And if they do secede, and the Senate rejects it, then it will not merely be Galactic Alliance soldiery doing that work. It will be Jedi, too."

He looked to Ironside, then.

"The Galactic Alliance knew it did not have forces sufficient to defend all of its systems if the Enclave disliked our declaration of war. Even the Old Empire couldn't defend all of their systems at once, and they were a much more oppressive government. So the moment the GA declared war, they knew there was a chance that some systems might be raided. It was a known calculation and an acceptable risk- to them.

I understand why the people are angry.

But... all the same... I do not think this is entirely natural.

You asked what the Mandalorian Enclave has done to plant such reckless hatred...

...But the Galactic Alliance has more enemies than just the Enclave.

I think the Sith are at work here, in secret, using their talents to inflame the emotions of the population. A handful of people, working in hidden locations, is all it would take. They could do it in closed buildings, meditating out of sight, roiling the latent fear and rage into a froth.

And the potential rewards for the Sith are immense.

A planetary secession? A civil war? Jedi drawn into it all, to be tormented and tempted by the darkness of such events?"

Finally, he turned his attention back to Master Serys.

"Reach out with your feelings, Master. Don't you sense it? Something unnatural about the anger here?

How often have you seen rioters target the patients of a hospital for mass murder based on such circumstances as these? The anger is justified. The fear is justified. But the intensity of it? It beggars belief."





Amani Serys Thirdas Heavenshield

 

[Thirdas Heavenshield]

Denn Verdan Amani Serys ​

Thirdas stood back and said nothing, letting the redheaded Jedi vent his frustrations. Amani had given him the straightforward answer, speaking of how the Mandalorians had delivered the first, unexpected blow. In contrast, Denn exhibited apparent reservations about how the Galactic Alliance conducted itself and what role the New Jedi Order should play. The former Ranger found himself unable to render judgment on a galactic entity he had precious little firsthand knowledge about, but he could already sense similarities to the Silver Jedi.

Then he thought of his father. Thurion Heavenshield had led the Order as Grandmaster through its golden age in the years preceding his birth, expanding its borders and leading Jedi in war. Back then, there had only been the Silver Jedi Order and the Antarian Rangers. There'd been no government oversight, no complicated inner workings of codependent cogs. People with the shared desire to bring peace and prosperity to worlds beset by war, famine, or corruption and the freedom to act on those desires. A simpler time, free from bureaucracy.

He was just a simple soldier. It was all he ever set out to be. He couldn't imagine the workings of galaxy-spanning logistics or interplanetary politics.

"Take heart, friends," he told them and placed a hand on their shoulders. "You are here now, and more are coming. We should be safe for now, but the people are scared. We are broadcasting on all available frequencies, but we may be stuck here for some time. Until help arrives, we must be their strength. Their light in the darkness. Their soothsayers. We are in no position to remedy this madness that has gripped the public, but we can help these folks here."

 

[Amani Serys]

Thirdas Heavenshield - Denn Verdan​

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Based on her expression, Amani seemed to disagree with some of what Denn said. It was never really about failing to predict a hostile response in general. But as she also noted, "The Jedi have been distinctly separate from Alliance government and military forces for years now. And as it is, we acted against the Mandalorians before the Alliance did." Meaning if anyone was to blame for the conflict reaching their borders, it was the Jedi, not the government. She acknowledged as much with a knowing sigh, "But today we are here to keep the peace. Nothing more. If Lohopa chooses to secede through the proper channels, they will be permitted to do so."

Amani felt a heavy hand on her shoulder, and looked up to face Thirdas. The healer nodded, "There's plenty we can do in the meantime. I'll get to work catching up with the medical staff," She then in turn reached up to place a hand on Thirdas' shoulder, "Thanks for the timely arrival, Chief. It was good to finally meet you," With a light smile, she turned to those who needed her most.

 

[Denn Verdan]

​

Denn sighed softly to himself.

It was clear that he and Master Serys had very different impressions of the Jedi Order's relationship with the Galactic Alliance. The Jedi were not merely recognized by the Alliance, but they were expected to work closely with every aspect of the Alliance government. From criminal investigations with the Marshals, to working with and within the Senate, and even working with the Defense Force.

This alignment and integration meant that any political decision of the Galactic Alliance immediately had ramifications for the Jedi, and any decision of the Jedi immediately had ramifications for the Galactic Alliance. They were one and the same to Denn, and obviously also to the enemies of both the Jedi and the Alliance.

Moreover, the mention of 'proper channels' for secession merely reinforced that idea of intertwined integration. The Jedi should not care how a population conducted its political affairs. People should be able to make any decision they wanted for themselves, regardless of how proper or improper the channels were. The idea that red tape and procedure could make the difference in Jedi involvement was itself dismaying.

And yet... both Master Serys and Ironside were right about the fact that there was nothing to be done about any of it. Not the governmental integration of the Jedi, and not the strange agitation of the local population.

They were buried here, and the only people they could help right now were present with them in this tomb of a hospital.

Denn looked to Ironside and nodded appreciation for the gesture of camaraderie and comfort. Then he went to follow Master Serys in her good example of being what help they could be, to whom they could, while they could.




Amani Serys
Thirdas Heavenshield

 

[Corazona von Ascania]

Objective II
Connel Vanagor

Fortunately, the walk passed by with relative ease. Much like Connell, Cora felt the urge to leap from one crisis to the next, but the civilians seemed appreciative enough for the escort.

"Oh…thank you. Cora, by the way." She flushed briefly at the complement. "I'm just glad that everything went as smoothly as it did. You talked them down well."

He didn't need her to meticulously outline all of the ways in which the situation could have gone awry – the Jedi Knight already knew, and had likely factored them into how he'd handled things. One stray bottle, one sour word, and the entire thing could go up in literal flames.

After a few more minutes, the small group came upon an apartment block that housed the Lohopans they were escorting. Something seemed off - the Force was pulsing in warning. Cora's eyes narrowed up at the towering building, instinctually widening her stance a notch as she drew on the Force.

"Connell, does something feel-"

Before she could finish, an explosion detonated on one of the upper levels wracked the building, sending chunks of duracrete hurtling in all directions. Cora thrust her hand upward, conjuring a barrier around the civilians in the immediate area, but in her haste she couldn't extend far enough to protect everyone.

 

[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

Connell had nary a moment to respond, he too was indeed something amiss, but was already on guard. Maybe it was his strong connection to the Force? Maybe it was the level training he had in comparison to the Padawan in sensing and recognizing trouble? More than likely it was his father’s “always on your guard” sense of paran… “protective nature” in him. Connell did not have the range to throw up a barrier over everyone, but he could protect those that Cora could not.

Move closer to Cora, now please. Cora, take everyone and back up about ten feet. He had an idea on how to stop this as the building seemed to be weakening structurally in front of them.

When the area was clear, the young Jedi Knight began “grabbing” and “throwing” debris up at what chunks of the building were still falling. It was only one or two at this point, but that was not the point, or the truly bad news. The structure was on fire, and with the wind blowing the way it was, it could spread to others.

Reaching out through the Force, this would take a lot of focus and attention. It would drain him mentally, but Connell was able to pull the moisture out of the air, what little of it anyway. What he did with that moisture was combine it to create a low pressure system that once it hit the wind would condense into water and create rain. It would not save the building, but could slow the damage, and limit the fire to where it was, at least for now.

[COLOR=RED}There’s an emergency shelter set up nearby, let’s get everyone there.[/COLOR]

The danger wasn’t over though.

Spoiler: SUMMARY OF ACTIONS AND OUTLOOK FOR THREAD

Getting populace to safety while preparing to play “Racoon tag”.

 

[Jace colis]

Tag: Alicio Organa Corrine de Montaigne Casteban Mecetti Und'a Ka'ar Sycorax Laveaux

Jace remained standing listening to them speak he gave Casteban Mecetti a quick disapproving look with his blackened eye the senator was good at getting under the skin to a degree not that it showed on senator colis's face. He listened to the other senators speak thinking "senator ka'ar if your able to get your people to listen to representatives of the galactic alliance give a speech we can talk about what happens after" Jace said looking around the room one problem at a time no point in making a plan for amnesty. If they still wanted to leave the alliance but if they left others might just join in turn leaving the alliance which would cripple or destroy the alliance all together. He understood the gravity of the situation but over planning could only do so much as he thought about it I will leave the speeches to senator organa and Montaigne if she wishes to join him unless senator organa and Montaigne wish the words of a business man to join them he said posing the question for them.

 

[Corrine de Montaigne]

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

"Senator Colis we are all members of the Alliance, your words matter as much as mine or any other Senator's present today. Remember, we are here to display unity in the face of adversity. It is all our duty to reassure the people of Lohopa II. Even if all we do is stand together while one speaks, it shows a single unit working together. That is what is truly important now." Corrine said, quite content to show her willingness to cooperate with others in this chamber. Even Senator Mecetti, as irritating as his behavior had been to her, was deserving of time to speak if he so chose. She did not have to agree with the methods or motives of others to hold true to the principle of the government she had thus far served her entire adult life. It may make her an idealist, but there was a time and place for realism and right now she stood more firmly behind the ideals of the Alliance.

 

[Makko Vyres]

EMBASSY

SHIELD | ARMOR | LIGHTSABER | DRONES | SHIP | PISTOL​

Marines: Lt. Bren Alazar Aiden Rennek Alexander Hayes

"We've touched down." She whispered over the comms to Makko, despite the fact that he was right there in front of her. "Notice any easy entrances on your way down?"

"We'll make one," he said as a short reply. He thumbed the phase switch on his saber and ignited it. A short blade extended from the hilt, almost black and silent.

Without knowledge of who the aggressors were, he would only be using the blade defensively in the coming action.

"Stretch out with your senses," he told Colette. "Find the hostages, find the attackers. Map out the building and choose a route. As soon as the team come from the ground we're going to move."

He let go of his saber. It fell, point down, towards the ceiling. He wasn't as controlled as he should have been for a Knight with telekinesis. To him, the world through the Force was a greyscale haze except for the bright lights of living beings and active technology.

Makko still had enough control to send the saber around to cut out a hole and to life the material and set it down. Makko dropped down, landing in a dark void between the roof and the top level.

 

[Und'a Ka'ar]

Lohopa II
​

While Casteban Mecetti was infuriating to say the least, he was also right this time. Alicio Organa acknowledged it as well, but speeches alone weren't going to change everything around. Perhaps it would resonate more with those who weren't acting on emotion, but Und'a's real hope was that it would be a message people would find comfort in tomorrow. Something to inspire and offer even just a shimmer of hope in the Alliance.

Because as angry as he was himself about what happened to Lohopa II's neighboring worlds, he understood that the Alliance as a whole would be threatened if worlds abandoned their oaths now.

"Very well, senators," he finally said.

"You may all speak from broadcasting room here, and your voices will be heard across our planet. Make your case, and do your best, but be careful with making promises. If you do, the Alliance can't break them again," he stressed, even though they all likely understood.

With that said, they'd be guided to the broadcasting room, where cameras were ready to let each willing senator speak.

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

They were finally underneath the government building and using the access stairs upward. The patrol on the sewer level seemed to be the only ones up to that point as the rest of the way to this point was quiet, but once the group was up to the city level again that wasn’t the case. There were “guards” everywhere, but none of them carried any radios. Holding up a closed fist for “stop”, Bren crouched over and “cover walked” his way up behind a Weequay, pulling a cloth out of one of his pockets.

In a flash, he slipped his right arm underneath the guard’s, then behind and up his back (immobilizing the arm), grabbing the left. His left hand slipped over the guard’s mouth as he used his own leverage to pull the extremist back and behind cover. Once the Weequay was rendered unconscious, he was disarmed, Talis took the weapon and slung it over his shoulder.

Touching the throat microphone for his comm-link, Bren whispered. Snipers, go ahead and begin to push through. We’re in the building.

They could hear the yelling. They were not far away. Bart, let our Jedi friends know that we’re in position and ready to move. Looking at everyone, one at a time, he asked We are ready, right?


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

... yeah, I scare them.

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[Corazona von Ascania]

Obj II
Connel Vanagor

Cora winced as one, then two chunks of duracrete slammed heavily into the barrier. It flickered in the Force before dissipating entirely.

"Everybody get back!" She called, ushering the group across the street where they would be out of the range of immediate danger. Smaller bits of debris and soot rained down on them as both Jedi and civilian looked on to watch Connell intercept pieces of the building.

Placing herself in front of the crowd, Cora watched as the Jedi Knight hurled fallen chunks back up at the ones that were currently falling, breaking their trajectory and shattering them into smaller, less lethal pieces.

A shift in the air gave way to rain, and murmurs of surprise and appreciation rose from the gathered civilians. Cora could feel the Force at work, but she couldn't place her finger on what exactly had happened. Had…had Connell used the current atmospheric conditions to conjure the rain?

"I'm sorry about your home." Cora faced the weary crowd. "There's a shelter a few blocks away, they'll help to coordinate temporary housing."

She turned back to the apartment building, watching the flames lick and sizzle against rain drops.

"Did…you did that, didn't you?" She lowered her voice between them so that only Connell would hear. "The rain, I mean."