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Dominion Heat Lightning | The Silver Jedi Concord Dominion of Tol Amn Hex

Kayla Luspark

Genius, Billionairess, Playgirl, Fighter Pilot


O B J E C T I V E - Rapid Response

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Location: In the churn
Equipment: Standard flight suit, heavy blaster pistol, REC-SS01 X-wing Space Superiority Starfighter
Companion: "Vido" V-2 Series "Minimech" Astromech


Kayla smiled as Freebird began getting them situated. Now that was a squadron leader. Quick, decisive. And Silver Two was her wing. That would need a little reorganization later if this became permanent. But Aveline was good people and she was happy to have the A-wing pilot on her wing. At the same time, she ached for her own. Kayla loved her X-wing, but she'd grown up with her A-wing. It was special. Or, barring that, even a military issue A-wing would have been great. But she'd chosen to become an X-wing pilot because she already knew the A-wing, and it had more survivability. Speed wasn't always everything.

"Two, on me," she ordered. Pressing the right rudder pedal her nose shifted right, creating a little more space between first flight. But not enough that the wolfpack could separate them easily. She just wanted a little room to maneuver. Aveline was solid, but a little green still. She accelerated with Silver Lead and slotted in just ahead and left of Two's interceptor. "Vido. Pick us two dance partners. Feed Two our targeting data," she directed the droid.

Ahead, a pair of diamonds appeared on their displays, interspersed among a cluster of squares. "Two, take the lead target. Missile first. Bring the numbers down," she said quickly while dropping her reticle over the trailing wingmate. A growling tone began filling the cockpit, a warning that they were being painted by sensors. "I have nails," she reported like she was talking about a napkin. It was to be expected.

Headhunters. They were trying for the same tactic. Vido announced a solid tone as the reticle went green. Without waiting, she pressed the firing stud and sent a concussion missile rocketing away. Flipping over to cannons she got a shaky indicator as the oncoming pilots shifted only a little. Ion cannons began flashing out from her target. A shot splashed against her shield, creating a skittering discharge before fading out, followed by another. Rolling up onto her side, the next one missed, the fourth did not track toward her. The pilot was trying to shoot down the missile! The fifth shot hit. She saw the thrust cone of the missile flare out, dead. It only took a matter five seconds maybe?

But it had so much kinetic energy and was so close it's flight continued on, slamming into the port-side engine assembly and deep into fuel storage. A second later it was a glowing, brief fireball and Headhunter parts. "Splash one," she reported then glanced over to check on Aveline, while feeding power to her shields. One more hit and she would have been a dead stick until she restarted. IF she could have restarted.


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Remain steadfast and you are never without hope


GAME ON YAKHEAD!
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LOCATION: Tol Amn space
LOCAL TIME: "Who has time to look at the clock right now?!"
ORDERS: Play friggin "decoy"
” Interference? INTERFERENCE?! The (censored) wants me to be a damn DECOY!” Liram thought to himself as the fighters began to attack. Reactionary actions pushed the stick and throttle forward, maneuvering into a dive, whoever was following him could follow, but he had space to create between them. After a couple of seconds, the other Commander pulled the stick back and performed a “Slide”(https://www.ea.com/games/starwars/s...how-to-boost-and-drift-in-star-wars-squadrons).

“Hang on, Radio.” Engaging the engines, the X-wing was now traveling back the way it came without making a wide sweeping turn. The “kick” of the effect gave him a bit of a stinger in his neck, but Liram had a pirate fighter in his sights already. This pilot sucked, I mean he was already panicking and dropping any counter-measures. A younger “Devil Pilot” would have just tried to shoot him already and found their targeting systems loused up, “Maverick” took the moment to flip his comm-switch. “Radio, keep an eye out for that and any of her buddies.”

The Raider tried to draw him away from the Corvette, that was an immediate sign that she was indeed spooling up. Waiting but a moment and setting his sights, Liram was just about done with this idiot. ” I got a good tone! I got a good tone! I GOT TONE! FIRING!” Vaporizing one Raider and slipping behind the one targeting “Halo Eight”, Liram had another. ” Goodbye, Stupid!” Another Raider was dumb enough to be in front of Liram and he climbed to chase it. ” Where YOU going, Yakhead?”

As usual, in a dogfight, the more successful Liram was, the more “Blaster-proof” he began to think he was but he was drawing attention and keeping a good portion of the Raiders from organizing. This was adding to Liram’s hubris at the moment and it did not help that his astromech “Radio” just alerted him to the Corvette’s status. A Raider was lining up “Halo 7” and flew into his blaster fire, not enough damage to destroy the fighter but to throw it right into “Halo 5”(Kayla’s) gun's eye.

{Commander Liram, the Corvette is about to enter hyperspace.} The words came out over Liram’s viewscreen.

” No, they THINK that they are! Throttling forward and banking towards the bow of the Raider command ship, Liram accelerated to attack speed making no hidden moves. He was so completely obvious in what he was doing that he still drew the attention of fighters. Freebird wants him to play “decoy”? He can play “decoy”, he can still do the job at hand at the same time, even if she was too concerned about these Raider idiots to do it.

” Switching to torpedoes.” Looking down at his loadout, he kicked himself for going with ion instead of proton. This would do though. Targeting the bridge should knock out the shield generator, at least long enough for these Raiders to be spooked enough to have to deal with him, them.

” I got a good tone! I got a good tone! I got a tone! TORPEDOES AWAY!”





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Objective C - Bring Your Own Objective
Location: Inside one of the escape pod litter in the crash site of The Ha-Chillaster
Equipment: Survival pack, Dual Lightsaber & small medkit
Tag: Jax Thio Jax Thio , Aveline Cuiléin Aveline Cuiléin , Kayla Luspark Kayla Luspark

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At that time just as his vision slowly clears a smidge that he comes to slowly realize the gravity of the situation at hand, Wherein all around the fairly ill-lit confines of what he thought earlier was the escape pod. Was in fact in reality one of few hallways located in what was once part of the ship that had now crashed onto the planet below. At which time turn his head face that who was tug on his arm that comes to realize it was a youth. Whom he then no sooner pull back to force behind him as with one fell motion. One of his sabers flew from beneath his robe into his hand activate fill the room with a faint green glow. Just as another saber can be seen thrust into and cuts open one of the blast doors not far from them. That was soon followed by it getting kick aside and another individual stepping forward at which time. Despite his injuries, Ronin then did his best to put up a defensive stance unsure in the state that he was of the identity .....if they were friend or foe.

" Who the frack hell there ?"

He then blurts out as given the sudden drastic shift of events all but didn't help push him in a slightly defensive mood.
 
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Jedi Maverick
Codex Judge


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Location: Ha-Chillaster 2 crash site
Equipment: Jedi Robes, Jax's Lightsaber
Objective C​
As soon as Jax stepped into the damaged the freighter, he immediately sensed someone. It wasn't a regular civilian but rather someone who was trained in the force. <Can hardly see through all this fracking smoke.> BB-12 lamented while Jax squinted through the black cloud, he waved his hand to dispel the smoke and saw a broken and heavily damaged starboard side. "She did take a lot of punishment," Jax mused trying to decipher what the force is telling him. "BB-12 I'm also sensing someone strong with the force."​
<Is it that guy?> BB-12 asked <because he is right here cursing us out.>​
Jax immediately whipped out his Lightsaber staring at an injured man with light brown hair and dark green eyes. He stood ready to defend himself but clearly he was in no shape to fight. BB-12 took out three cables lightning coursing through them as well as a mini blaster cannon from the middle of his spherical body. <This guy looks hostile!> BB-12 whirred. <I'm ready to turn this guy into a nice gooey paste! Made from him!>​
"Stand down BB-12!" Jax turned off his lightsaber. "He's a survivor and he's strong with the force."​
BB-12 retracted his weapons shaking his head <I was ready to kick some ass.> he muttered. "I suggest you sit down friend," Jax said. "You're hurt bad and my droid has bacta to heal you. I am Jax Thio Jedi Knight of the Galactic Alliance. I've come here assist the crew of the Ha-Chillaster, are you a Jedi good man? Are there any other survivors?"​

 
Be careful what you wish for.


REDEMPTION IS NEVER OUT OF REACH...
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Location: Tol Amn Swamp
Equipment: Conservator(Lightsaber)
The Tol Amn swamp stunk, it was hot, it was arid and what parts did not sink you down a foot and a half felt stronger than durastreel reinforced duracrete. Sitting up was not the problem for Caltin, nor was getting up. The problem was moving from there, he could and was healing his shoulder, but there was something “wrong” inside. Bottom line, the big guy needed time in a bacta tank, or more time to heal. However there was no time for that right now, they needed to move.

Let’s make sure that we can be in a position to get up in the morning.

His breathing was heavy, almost labored even with the assistance of the Force, however, the massive Jedi Master could move and manage effectively. Des looked to be ready to go, she would need to be as though he did not want to put on the pressure, Caltin might have to lean on the Arkanian Padawan. When she was ready they would have to go quickly.

Let’s get going… there’s bound to be… whoever they… they are looking for us. We need to look… for other… survivors and get… to the ship.

This was not paranoia, there was a disturbance in the Force, they would both be able to feel it by now. The weapons fire in the distance was not helping matters either.
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Objective C - Bring Your Own Objective
Location:
Somewhere within the ship in the crash site of The Ha-Chillaster
Equipment: Survival pack, Dual Lightsaber & small medkit
Tag: Jax Thio Jax Thio , Aveline Cuiléin Aveline Cuiléin , Kayla Luspark Kayla Luspark

It was at that time thought perhaps due to the head concussion he suffered or trauma of his somewhat sordid past.... or perhaps a little bit of both throws in the mix coupled with the situation at hand. That no sooner had he pick up and sense the presence of another force user that had slowly come to inch closer to them. With the youth now securely hidden as much protected behind him only came to heighten the nagging flight or fight response in him. OF which fight won over flight... as he could barely make out two figures though one them he could sense thru the force. One of which seems as best he could fathom pick up on the faint familiar chatter of binary to be a droid sort. At which time thought his sight slightly clear a bit more and he would seem to ease his grip his saber somewhat. THought still somewhat cautious as he did try to hold his ground determine to keep the youth safe.

At which time after hearing one speak and introduce himself that it took him a while before easing his grip on the saber. As he slowly prepared to stand down and reply to them

".....sorry bout that Jax just that had to make sure. ..."

He then momentarily paused once ask if he were a Jedi which by all means was a dilemma he had yet to....but just the same sense the life force of the youth behind him slowly waning that he opts to push these thoughts aside reply.

"...yes...that I am with the silver order....and if your droid truly can help....would need him to help this kid..."

At that time he turns and comes to see that obscure from his view earlier that there was a piece of durasteel stick out of the youth back.
 

Aien Mueller

Guest
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OPERATION -
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LOCATION: Tol Amn swamp
LOADOUT: Armor -
Massiff (all),
Weapons (team)-
Pistol,
Combat Knife, Grenade,
Thermal Detonator
(Snipers)- Submachine Gun, rifle
(Assault)- Rifle, Slugthrower Pistol
ORDERS: Currently - Reach LZ for extraction
OVERWATCH: “Seraphim”
Tag:
Boo Heavenshield Boo Heavenshield

Normally an abandoned shack in the middle of a swamp planet would be ignored. This was what the Kestolar Raiders wanted as they managed to put together a state of the art jamming post. From this little, carbon scored, beat up, weathered domicile they jammed comms, sensors, computers, and in some cases engines. This was effective for most levels of technology and up to this point, the success rate has been a perfect one hundred percent.

Operative words being “up to this point”.

Special Forces are afforded equipment that most army legions would not be privy to, let alone pirates, Omega Squad was no different. Under Radio Silence already and in full stealth, Omega Squad was making their way through the murky ecosystem. Lieutenant Dem Oniqua, or “Bartleby” had his gear tuned in and was actually picking up the jamming signal being sent out like it was a homing beacon. They were moving in like hunters to their prey. Normally the team would call in an airstrike, but they were on the clock and the boys above were a little busy at the moment.

” Blue Team*... set a perimeter. Gold Team** … stand by to breach.”

Scion mouthed the words “Boom Baby” as he set a breaching charge on the door and as the snipers and Heavy gunner took up positions of cover outside. Just as the assault team was putting silencers on their slugthrower pistols the door blew open. Loki was the first in, he was a quick shot taking out the first two he saw, Azrael was right behind taking out another, and another. Bartleby swept to the right taking out the techs behind their comm panels and Scion was shooting everything insight that was not a piece of technology, he took out three. The bodies hit the floor and as Loki took a cover position on the front door, Bartleby pushed a cadaver off of a chair and took over the comm panel as Scion was placing charges.

” Boss, take a look at this.”

Walking over, Azrael stood behind him, ” What is it?” What he saw seemed to look like a map for at least ten clicks out. He saw dozens of dots and strobes. One massive bunch of dots was huddled together. He didn’t need it, but the team leader let Bartleby clarify what he was figuring out.

” Boss, this is a map, we’re the ‘dots’, the strobes? They’re Raiders.” Looking up. ” We can move on this (censored) with impunity and there’s nothing they could do about it.”

” Download it. Scion, you ready?”

” You need to ask?” He already had his hand on a detonator.

” Move.”

In seconds, they were out the door, their prize loaded into Bartleby’s pack. Moving in a specific direction, blue team fell in and they were gone. The team was already closing in on a small three-man Raider fire team that thought they had the drop on an escape pod. The explosion that vaporized the jamming station caught their attention, just in time for silenced slug shots slamming into their faces and chests. The two in the escape pods were a Jedi Padawan(NPC) and diplomatic liaison, the Jedi bowed giving thanks. Azrael pointed out the general direction they needed to move to get to the rest of the survivors. He offered to help and might have proved to be quite the asset given the circumstances but he had someone to watch over and they had other orders.



* Blue Team - (Cherubim - Sniper, Sauriel - Sniper, Gabriel - Heavy Gunner)
** Gold Team - (Azrael, Loki - Breach, Scion - Demo, Bartleby- Assault/Tech)




 


Objective: B
Ship: Razor-Tail
Tags: Aveline Cuiléin Aveline Cuiléin Boo Heavenshield Boo Heavenshield Liram Angellus Liram Angellus Kayla Luspark Kayla Luspark Finley Dawson

Ura was quick to respond as she got orders now. She was Silver Three now for this, and Silver Leader wanted them to all hit attack speed. She looked at her display to see the twelve marks. A squadron of Headhunters. The Lervon quickly pushed the Razor-Tail to attack speeds, or at least X-Wing attack speeds. as its engines screamed that familiar sound of a TIE Fighter. She would then hear the calls to pair up, and Silver Leader wanted her on their wing. Ura moved into position, calling out as she did.

"Ok Silver Leader. I'm on you're wing." Then the order came to break and attack. She kept close to Silver leader, something she thought would be tricky. Those T-85s were fast things. Ura kept her eyes peeled, and saw the chaos all around. There weren't many fighters in this furball, but there were enough. She looked again, spotting a pair of Headhunters off her own four o'clock.

"Silver Leader, I see two coming in to our right."
 
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A familiar voice crackled across the comms. It made Aveline grin. There was no mistaking just who that was. Oh good to see you, Green. "Happy to share space with you again, Red" she returned over the comms when it was clear to do so.

From there things kicked into high gear. However Aveline felt assured, under some proper leadership to guide them along. A happy bonus that followed was that she'd be on Kayla Luspark Kayla Luspark 's wing. That she very much could do. And she'd just gotten a fresh designation! Silver Two. Now didn't that just roll off the tongue. She loved it.

Aveline did as instructed and accelerated, however she held off to maintain speed with the rest. She kept a keen eye on Silver Five, and slid off towards the right along with her, maintaining the space between them while creating some distance to the rest of the pack. Aveline was real happy Kayla was taking the lead on this, within their little wing duo. She believed she could be a good wingman, but she was not confident in flying solo.

Her screen lit up as the targeting instructions was fed to her. "Copy, Silver Five" she confirmed, short and sweet while transferring shield power to the front. Come on Silver Two, you can do this. She switched to concussion missiles, tracking her target. She held her hand hovering at the trigger, just waiting for that little flash of green... There! She fired off two missiles, switching immediately back to laser cannons.

Enemy fired came upon them. Aveline returned fire with her rapid cannons. The initial bursts were traced towards the target of her missiles, but she shifted over to one next to it, spreading her fire. Her logic was that if the missiles got to it, it would be a waste of energy to burn all her firepower on one place. It seemed like Kayla was taking the brunt of their ire, but Aveline's A-Wing came under fire as well. Flashes of hostile fire flew past her, and brushed against her shield. She was still way in the clear, keeping them above 90%. Little comfort was that, knowing how quickly an A-Wing could take a tumble under sustained fire.

Alarms were beeping from within her cockpit. "They got a lock on me!" she spoke over the comms. Instinctively she wanted to break off and take evasive action, but she didn't want to break formation. Besides, if she turned now she'd just show her back to their entire squadron, inviting any who wished to take chase. She hoped Kayla would know what to do. Keep up the fire until they passed them by, Aveline reckoned.
 

Finley Dawson

Guest
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Objective: B - Rapid Response
Unit: Halo Squadron
Vehicle: SK-01 Bobcat

By now, the jammers had warmed up and active. Silver Leader had given them the command to blanket the whole space with broad spectrum jamming, and Finley would oblige.

"Roger that Silver Leader, we're all warmed up and ready to go. Halo 2 and 4. I want every frequency not being used by friendlies to be saturated with everything you got. Halo 3 and I will provide additional coverage and keep an eye on the corvette. Thanks for the assistance."

The two fighters began to emit jamming signals across the spectrum, including subspace. To perform the massive endeavor, they diverted additional power from their energy torpedo launchers. As their jamming reached full power, they broke formation, flitting about in preemptive evasive maneuvers at the edges of battle. It was only going to be a matter of time before the bandits caught onto the source of the jamming from raw energy signatures, and they were sure to come for the Bobcats as their combat capabilities would remain severely degraded otherwise.

Finley and his wingman melted into the background, using their electronic suite to create signal shrouds that could absorb and block enemy sensors. While not true stealth, the pair of fighters essentially became invisible against the backdrop of space with their black decals. Meanwhile, all further communications with Silver Leader were routed via secure datalink to Halo 2 and 4.

"Silver Leader, we're good to go, now let's wipe out the rest."

 
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Her head was throbbing. Her ears were ringing, and the world was spinning. She couldn't tell where this stench was coming from, nor why she felt both cold and wet. But at least she was still alive. The same could not be said about the Gran beside her.

She, the Gran and a few other Jedi had stayed in the Ha-chillaster 2 until the very end, sweeping the decks for personnel that had not yet abandoned the crashing ship. She had been forced to step in when the craft began to be torn apart. With all her might the Sephi had erected a Force barrier to protect the people near her from the engine explosions and the impact of the crash. Some of the Knights had aided her, but it had been to no avail, judging by her current condition.

She winced, brows furrowed tight with pain as she tried to lift up her head. The motion alone was enough to make her stomach heave, which gave her more than enough reasons to stay put. But that in itself posed a problem. She couldn't utter a word, let alone call for help. It was a lifelong handicap, but an incredibly unfortunate one in this particular scenario. For she could not reach out with the Force in her current state. Not with this concussion.

In an attempt to gather her strength, the Sephi took a deep, raspy breath. It resulted in a second sharp wave of pain, this time originating from her chest. It was a type of pain she had experienced before. One that made her swear under her breath. Fractured ribs. Multiple, most likely. Great. Absolutely great.

It seemed like she, for now, had no other option but to wait. Do what Jedi do best; be patient and trust in the Force. Eventually someone had to come along.... right?

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Jedi Maverick
Codex Judge


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Location: Ha-Chillaster 2 crash site
Equipment: Jedi Robes, Jax's Lightsaber
Objective C​
BB-12 rolled towards the injured man's location a small tube emerged from its spherical body. <Hold still.> BB-12 beeped though Jax could detect a hint of disappointment in his beeping. That little droid really wanted to go out kill people now did he? Considering that the Ha-Chillaster was only bought down by thugs, it was unlikely that they were boarded. "Just because I upgraded your combat proficiency BB-12," Jax grumbled beginning to search his surroundings for survivor. "Doesn't mean you should go waving your new weapons like a damn cowboy."​
<Yeah, yeah,> Bacta came spraying out from BB-12's tube landing on the man's injuries. <Now hold still damn it! Your injuries are moderate but non threatening. However with a load of Bacta on them it's going to sting.>​
"Be careful," Jax warned BB-12. "If you frack him up, I'm decommissioning you."​
The man whom BB-12 was helping said that he was with the Silvers though he didn't tell Jax his name, he pointed towards a child who had a piece of durasteel embedded on his back. The Jedi rushed to his assistance kneeling down and closing eyes, the boy whimpered in pain as the durasteel slowly began to be removed from his body. Jax used the force to carefully dislodge the metal and placed it aside before placing his hands on the boy's wound. "Not much of a healer," he mumbled summoning the force to mend the gash that was on the boy's back. "But it's good enough to prevent infections. I don't sense any durasteel in his blood we've had a number of deaths due to Durasteel poisoning."​
As soon as he was finished Jax picked up the boy and placed him near the injured man and BB-12 who just finished healing the man. While BB-12 began spraying Bacta on the boy's scratches, Jax frowned. "I'm going to need your help," he said. "My mission right now is to set up a medical facility, search for survivors and find the captain. Do you know where he was last seen before the crash?"​

 
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As Colrenth continued his silent track through the marsh his keen ears pick a faint sound, a few sniffs revealed a new sent he began his speedy yet stealthy tracking of new sent coming to another section of the ship with several dead bodies as he cautiously made his way through the debris checking survivors due the swamp and rain as well as fact due to his size even the custom made field jacket shirt and pants didn't cover as much of his body as they normal wool he saying fill a bit for chill due to his fur now being drenched after several smaller debris field he came upon a much larger debris field with a very section of the ship, some long sniffs confirmed he was very close to the new sent he paused and let hoe a short howl and then listened intently for any kind of response. " Ooooooowho!" Sakadi Marathi Sinvala Sakadi Marathi Sinvala
 
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Objective A
Location: Crashsite, lost in marshlands
Tags: Valen Arenais

His spirits fell as the boy opened his mouth. He knew the type well - the smart mouth and many a teacher's worst foe. Master Graix was about to speak but stayed his tongue in the last second. Instead, he simply drew a heavy breath and released it in a sigh whilst letting his arm dropp down by his side. Although it was only temporary, he allowed his mind to wander for a few moments, just to reflect on the value of patience and understanding. The Chagrian remained silent as the Padawan made a rather bold view on holding the best view of the swamp but managed to restrain himself yet another time.

Rain ran down along his horns, down onto his face and then continuing on its path to the ground. He remained silent for both one and two moments, thinking of how to do before finally speaking "Eloi Graix - that is Master Graix for you.". The elder took a few steps away from the teen whom he found himself with. Despite not uttering a word, his countrquestion was clear for anyone capable of reading body language to see. Who was this youngster?

Gazing towards where he assumed that the main body of the ship they arrived in was, Eloi spoke "I take it you wouldn't mind going for a walk" a few moments of silence was allowed to settle before the old Master turned to look at the Padawan - but where most people would have offered a smile, the Chagrian's face remained neutral. In the end, he was still rather far from impressed by anything. But even if he was, smiling was not an action which came all too natural for him.

Regardless of what his fellow survivor managed to say, Eloi soon continued saying what he had intended on saying in the first place "If you are good to walk, we should head back to the ship and look for other survivors. This will be good training for you - the force will be your guide here - far better than your eyes." It was a bold statement, but then, the heavy rain did make it hard to see anything visually.
 
Objective C - (BYOO) Survivors Plight and dilemma to regroup

Location: Somewhere within the ship in the crash site of The Ha-Chillest

Equipment: Survival pack, Dual Lightsaber & small medkit

Tag: Jax Thio Jax Thio , Aveline Cuiléin Aveline Cuiléin , Kayla Luspark Kayla Luspark , Aien Mueller , Sakadi Marathi Sinvala Sakadi Marathi Sinvala , Colrenth . Eloi Graix Eloi Graix


It was at that moment thought the pair introduced themself as friends rather than foes of which Ronin sort opted not to at first. Still somewhat weary of the situation at hand that his response went only as far as acknowledging that he was a Jedi along with state he was with the Silvers for the most part. As if nothing else thought highly unlikely or strange uncommon it was for most understand binary. He did having put in enough time working with and on Droids though he decides to keep mum about it for now. And perhaps give then benefit of the doubt....that whatever the droid remark about him being hostile and with few choice words want to bring him harm. Was maybe just that talk or part of some faulty program....but then again note the droid slowly inch closer to him with some sort of protruding tube at him didn't quite sit well with him. That he sort was not want to comply unsure if they understood what he said. As he felt the throbbing pain on his head slightly subside that it was not he but the youth beside him that required medical attention.

But then again unable soon after in the midst of the banter between Jax and his droid followed by his attention being somewhat distracted. Turn towards and growing bit concern about the youth when slight blast then stings from the droid treatment sort caught him off guard. That sort of helps him focus his attention at that moment enough to be able to help clear his mind and somewhat ease his mind enough. That no sooner had Jax somewhat worked to mend the youth injuries as best he could. Before turning him to reassure him of youth's condition as he then placed him by his side. Just the droid finish mend his injuries as well. That he let out faint sight hear Jax out after replying.

"....Alright, understood will do what I can assist...thought by the way my apologies it's Ronin.....Wendigo my name. And as for where he was or any the others? Am not quite sure but may have some idea where to begin looking. See was not really part of the delegation officially. ..not exactly ...if that what your droid there seems to be itching ask or think me of hostile ....enough to well....at any rate. I was part of the contingent back up crew work on the ship. And..."

He then pauses as seem from the distance he could have sworn to have picked up on the faint howl that resonated thru the opening Jax cut open to get in. At which time with the reassuring thought that the youth was the patch up and he was no alone in this endeavor he then turn towards Jas to speak.

"And I guess if anything else more than willing lends a hand or two with your mission I reckon.... so what you reckon we start with then Jax?"
 
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Kayla Luspark

Genius, Billionairess, Playgirl, Fighter Pilot


O B J E C T I V E - Rapid Response (B)

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Location: In the Furball
Equipment: Standard flight suit, heavy blaster pistol, REC-SS01 X-wing Space Superiority Starfighter
Companion: "Vido" V-2 Series "Minimech" Astromech


Aveline's withering burst of fire at her initial target scattered across shields. The Z-95's had shields that were comparable to an X-wing's giving them much more survivability, and quite maneuverable and tough craft they were. But the dazzling flashes of scarlet across the shields was a distraction for the pilot. They wobbled a little. The first missile missed but began looping around. The second from Aveline found the Headhunter slewing straight into it. It punched into the cockpit itself, going off practically in the pilot's face. What wreckage was left tumbled, breaking apart, nothing more than parts.

But by then she'd switched targets. The rate of closure was extreme, but Aveline's reflexes were up to the task. It put them on a shallow deflection, and her fighter had a very narrow profile. As did the Headhunter, but her's was smaller, more nimble. She scored half a dozen paired shots, the last pair punched through the shields and skimmed an engine which flamed out. The headhunter wobbled, working to get control back.

As Aveline called that one had a lock on her, Kayla stiffened her upper lip. "Slash through, Two. We'll pass them in a second. Roll left, rudder right" she barked. Turning her attention to her mechanical companion. "Get me the one painting Silver Two," she ordered Vido.

<On it,> Vido chirped, and a moment later one of the Headhunters appeared in her multi-view display.

By then they were past the Headhunters. They were down a few fighters. Kayla wasted no time, killing her thrust and inertial dampeners. Flying only ballistically, she hauled back on the stick and rolled right, which flipped her fighter nose for tail, while still presenting her orientation in the same relative "up" position she had before.

If Aveline pulled off the maneuver, she'd corkscrew counter-clockwise and should break the lock, but still have to come about. Which was fine with Kayla. The A-wing could catch up, and also would have more room to shoot, or shoot somebody off Kayla's tail. Or stand off and get a missile lock. "Feed Two that one painting her again," she Said to Vido.

Opening the comm back up she directed her attention to Aveline. "Now I've got that naughty grasshopper painted if you wanna send him a missile. Pirates love missiles."


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Darth Ahriman

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Objective A: Starship Down.
Location: Crash site, Lost somewhere among the marshlands.
Equipment: Jedi Apparel, Busted Datapad and Commlink.
Tag: Eloi Graix Eloi Graix


"Eloi Graix - that is Master Graix for you."

"Right" Valen gave a quick nod, seemingly absent toward the emphasis on the Jedi Master's expression and a hint of the use in titles and so on; So far Valen hadn't really gotten used to being around so many new Silver Jedi, having only been to a handful of classes and keeping to the back of the class where he could do as little talking as possible as opposed to trying to listen without his nerves racing faster than he could keep pace with. Perhaps he was a little defensive in these times, times where his feelings were more erratic and his ignorance in the fact was entirely too high.

"If you are good to walk, we should head back to the ship and look for other survivors.
This will be good training for you - the force will be your guide here - far better than your eyes."

"Sure, sounds good" Valen replied, however, paused and visibly looked as though he wanted to say more. Naturally, his lack of self-control caved and he turned back to raise the point, "There's nothing wrong with my eyes though?" he said, not meaning to sound off as a question whereas his statement was entirely rhetorical and more a matter of fact.

For a seventeen-year-old to be involved in a crash the severity of there's, there was a noticeable lack of vulnerability about the way he was behaving; Valen of whom had received no training as a Jedi and only had on file what had been reported in the psychological review held across a variety of meetings between himself, the Grandmaster and the medical team within the Silver Rest.

For someone of his stature, it would've been entirely normal to be showing signs of grief and anxiety, yet his only sense of fear or doubt seemed to be more focused towards the older of the two, for he wasn't at all familiar with Master Graix. Not whatsoever.
 
Objective B
It was a half-assed rescue, but it seemed that she'd lucked into the Dream Team.

Kayla Luspark Kayla Luspark was crushing it with Aveline Cuiléin Aveline Cuiléin on her wing. Red Five had all the makings of a fine squad leader. Maintained tactical awareness, but still managed to build in mentorship moments to help develop the skills of her less experienced wingman. And splashed one in the process. Aisha hoped to find out who over in the Galactic Alliance was leading Red Squadron, so that she could put in a good word for the woman.

Finley Dawson had them covered. The enemy fighters' shots were sailing wide. They were clearly doing manual seat of the pants targeting without the benefit of optical aids or battle analysis computers.

Still, they weren't as disorganized as she would have hoped for. Ura Iolar Ura Iolar pointed out that there were two approaching her wing. So these were not local rabble from the swill bar on bum-feth-nowhere. Someone had been to an Imperial Academy flight school at some point or another.

She shouldn't be surprised if it were the case. Plenty of disenfranchised former fighter jockeys from any number of failed governments.

"Hold your course, Silver Three, we're about to swap some paint," the woman warned, as she killed her forward thrust and put her X-Wing into high arcing roll that went right over the top of Razor-Tail. Her S-Foils managed to not actually swap any paint, but the two came within less than a meter of each other. Rotating through the roll, as she came over top, Aisha re-ignited her engines even as she opened up with the laser cannons.

The two headhunters were both firing blind, with her shots managing to find their mark on the nearest of the two targets. The resulting fireball forced the other fighter to pull off, which was a good set-up for her wingman to pick up the spare.

While that was happening, Liram Angellus Liram Angellus was overachieving as the MVP. Running interference, and launching a strike on the corvette. The torpedo impacts had done some damage, she could see the small plumes of flame that flared up briefly with each torpedo "Nice shot, Silver Four!"

All right, she'd give out the meritorious yellow sticky notes later. Right now, she had a boogey to run.

"All right, SIlver Three, he's going to try to shake me, and I'm just going to lead him right to you," the woman said, intentionally missing as she put a shot off the headhunter's starboard side. "Take your time, line up your shot, and then swing on in when you're ready."

In-between taking pot shots at the headhunter from behind, to encourage him staying on the course she wanted, the woman switched gears mentally in her head to say, "Let's take the imitative. Silver Four, make a run on that corvette. We need to disable its engines. Silver Five, Silver Two, cover him."

"Silver Three and I will do clean up. Halo, see if you can grab any outgoing communications."
 
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Objective A
Location: Crashsite, lost in marshlands
Tags: Valen Arenais

"Sure, sounds good" the boy spoke. It was surprising how unaffected he seemed by the chaos and turmoil - perhaps it was good, it could more than likely protect him in the future. But then, the reason as for why he had such a tough skin puzzled the elderly Master. He made a mental note to keep his eyes on his fellow survivor, for whatever it was, Eloi did not like the thought of allowing someone who showed promise to fall. Naturally, the idea that the Padawan showed promise was one which he kept to himself - on the outside, his normal bitter resting face remained as he nodded "Good"

Eloi took a deep breath - almost as if anticipating what was to come next. Releasing it in a silent sigh upon being asked if the Padawan's eyes were alright, it almost seemed as if he had prepared for being asked about it. "That is a question you should save for your optician." - it was a joke, the Master was not stupid nor did he genuinely assume that the younger Jedi was stupid. Still, deciphering this could be hard as his tone remained neutral. With a new breath, he turned to look out over the marshlands "The heavy rain makes it harder to see and we don't want to miss anyone in need of our help on our way back. Our help can make a real difference."

Suddenly, the Master's eyes snapped back to the boy. Did he really know what to do? - the thought was processed quickly before the Chagrian started speaking with a new breath "So; Padawan - you are a Padawan, right? I need you to reach out through the force. Isolate the noise around you and listen to my voice. Let sound of burning metal fade and filter away the smattering of the rain. Reach out - allow yourself to hear." The Master paused as he looked at the Padawan, curious as to see if they were getting anywhere or not. In the best case, they would be given a direction to go in, and if not, Eloi would have to act himself.
 

Aien Mueller

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OPERATION -
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LOCATION: Tol Amn Swamp
LOADOUT: Armor -
Massiff (all),
Weapons (team)-
Pistol,
Combat Knife, Grenade,
Thermal Detonator
(Snipers)- Submachine Gun, rifle
(Assault)- Rifle, Slugthrower Pistol
ORDERS: Currently - Reach LZ for extraction
OVERWATCH: “Seraphim”
Tag:
Boo Heavenshield Boo Heavenshield

The movement of Omega Squad was simple, quiet, and fast. The team spoke little and killed Raider teams with efficiency. They were following orders as Bartleby had the emergency beacon frequency of the transport’s “black box” and homing in on it. The kill list was technically their secondary orders, but Azrael refused to just sneak by them. When they could, they did, when they had to slip beyond larger groups, they did.

“Nooo please!” The scream was faint, but that was clearly the sound that was not a trap. Bartleby was the first to hear it, and then Scion, who looked at Azrael, they had a moral dilemma, and then Aien just angrily checked the power cell and the clip on his rifle. Almost on instinct, the entire team moved at twice the speed, they were stealthy and quiet but they moved quickly to see a small opening to what looked to be something like a cave. There were five Raiders outside of the opening, three of them holding a perimeter and two of them roughing up a woman.

Blue Team* On my signal… Gold Team*, Red Team** opposing sides.

Slowly, silently the two assault squads moved around behind the thugs as the snipers took up cover positions. Azrael made the necessary hand gestures and the next second, the Team Leader and Second were assaulting the Raiders, and taking a knife to each of their chests. This caught the attention of those who were holding perimeter and they pivoted to take out those who would interfere. The blasts from the sniper rifles made sure that the deaths of their compatriots would be the last thing that they see.
“Please help!” The woman screamed as Scion covered her mouth.

You’re okay.

“No, not me. My son!” She said, forcing the words out, though muffled, of her mouth and through the squad member’s hand.

Where is he?

She pointed, sobbing. “In there. Please. We have nothing. I don’t know what they want from him.”

Bartleby was checking the homing beacon on the “Black box”, it was inside that cave. Either the woman was lying, or there was something else going on. Either way, Azrael was ticked off now, not just because of the woman lying, but the kidnapping, and the package. Loki, without another word, moved in the opening, and Cherubim moved behind him. Blue Team moved out of their positions and into ones by the cave, only unlike Gabriel, who followed in behind Cherubim, Loki stayed outside to cover his assassin teammates.

The woman was fearful for her husband but too afraid to say anything to these dismissive sadists who did not seem to care. All she would be able to hear is an insane about of weapons fire and explosions.

Contact left!

Tango Down!

Flashbang!

Tangos Down!

Contact Right!

Tangos Down!

Inside the cave, Omega Squad were the last sentients standing, they had just entered a Rancor’s Den and are coming out alive. Now, it was a matter of getting the man that looked to be unconscious out of there and find that black box. Picking up the individual, it turns out that the device was in his pocket. That is when Bartleby, still looking at his datapad was beginning to fidget. The map of the area that he downloaded back at the jamming post was on and there were multiple large groups of “strobes” moving in on them.

Boss, we’re about to be outnumbered, big time.

Can you download the info to your pack?

Already am.

Scion was already setting charges. The entire cave was going to come down hard at the command of the team’s demo expert. Tossing a shaped charge to Azrael, he was already prepared for what the team leader was going to order. Slowly they moved out as Aien hooked up the charge to the power source of the device and put it under the body of one of the Raiders. He was the last one out as they all silently moved in a direction as far away from that cave as possible. One might wonder why there was no explosion yet and Aien looked at Scion in annoyance.

Ahem…

Blinking, Scion smacked his own head and pulled out the detonator.

Ah, Frell. I forgot.

Bartleby was still looking at his datapad. The strobes were entering the area where the cave was at. Quickly, he waved at Scion who was about to wreck the place.

Wait… wait… now…

The sound could be heard for parsecs.

* Blue Team - (Cherubim - Sniper, Sauriel - Sniper, Gabriel - Heavy Gunner)
** Gold Team - (Azrael, Loki - Breach)
***Red Team - (Scion - Demo, Bartleby- Assault/Tech)
 

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