Public Hell and High Water | Zygerria

[Shem Spinner]

Hell and High Water
Zygerria
Tags: Kebii'kara Solus , Jurr Awaud , Darth Wallgof , Julius Sedaire , Balun Vale , Valery Noble , Nute Griimda , Gatz Derrevar , Scour , Brooke Waters , Tadietti Tann , Jonyna Si , OPEN!!!

Epo-1, R5-T399, The Freebird, Lightsaber​

Zygerria burns!

In the wake of the Sith Order's strike against the Empire of the Lost, a coolition of men and women from across the core have banded together to strike at a stain in their region of space! Looking to disrupt the slave trade and spread Chaos, the small force jumped into Zygerrian space on a stealth craft, releasing two squadrons of ugly starfighters. After a first initial wave of bombing key locations, a large-scale slave revolt has broken out, sweeping up the planet's capital city in a rage. Zygerria calls to her criminal allies for aid, trying to put together the pieces of where this sudden raid emerged from.

Sighting seem to indicate that Jedi are amongst the rioters...

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Objectives:

Freedom Fighters: For some reason or another, you have joined up with the crew of The Freebird, having taken a stolen Lambda shuttle to the ground in the chaos of the innitial bombing run. Now you are amidst the beginning stages of a slave revolt. Stand with the rebelling slaves and cause as much property damage as you possibly can or help coordinate the evacuation of freed individuals to safety.

Zygerrian Allies: The attack on Zygerria has come out of the blue, forcing the side of evil and villainy on the defensive. Take to the streets to quell the violence, hunt down the individuals responsible for the attack, and prevent slaves from escaping the planet.

Other: Neutral parties are present for the chaos. Is there potential for monetary gain or advancing your own personal power? Or perhaps you simply wish to watch a planet burn for the enjoyment of it. Find your own place in the sudden chaos...

OOC: Hey all! This is a very open thread, with an ongoing scenerio and some DM events to come at certain points in the thread. People are encouraged to jump in and enjoy the chaos, very little restriction. This is, however, strictly geared towards PVP, so expect duels rather than fleeting. If you show up with a random fleet, please stop. Anyways, thats kind of my only thing. Go ham, do crime.

 

[Nute Griimda]

The sun beat down on the dusty streets of Zygerria, casting harsh shadows over the bustling slave market. The Neimoidian sat on his Mechno-chair near the entrance. His insectoid eyes scanned the rows of shackled beings, each one more pathetic than the last.

Moving the chair down the line, ignoring the pleas and cries of the slaves as they reached out to him, desperate for a chance of freedom. Griimda's lips curled in delight, as he examined the bodies and broken spirits of those before him.

They would be nothing more than mere property for the Dark Empire, to be brought and sold, forced into the factories of the Imperial War Machine.

Griimda stopped in front of a young Twi'lek girl, her vibrant green skin marred with bruises and cuts. She looked up at him with fearful eyes, her chains clinking softly as she shifted on her knees.

Reaching out a boney-like hand to touch her cheek, inspecting her for any serious damage that would hinder her work effort making armor for the Imperial Military.

"Most Excellent, Task-Master. The Emperor will be pleased with your selection." The Neimoidian said with a grin, looking down at the Zygerrian next to him. The girl flinched at his words, but remained silent, knowing better than to speak out against a member of the Insidious Dark Empire.

"We do aim to please, and inform his majesty that Zygerria is an Imperial World." The Zygerrian said, with a soft grin.

As the inspection carried on, a commotion began to stir in the market. Whispers spread through the crowd as alarms blared in the distance at a full-blown revolt across the city. Nute turned towards the Zygerrian with a concerned look on his face.

"We must find safety, defend me battle droids!" He commanded, to the nearby B2-A Super Battle Droids

 

[Shem Spinner]

Zygerria, Capital City
Tags: Open

Epo-1, R5-T399, The Freebird, Lightsaber​

"Holy moly!"

Shem paused in his tracks as a blast of air flew towards him. The Rishii clasped hold of his hat as a watch tower erupted into flames, toppling in an explosion after it was hit by a pressure bomb dropped from a makeshift starfighter. He took a moment to still himself, a wild grin spread across his beak. The wayseeker hadn't expected to cause this much chaos. In truth it was sort of spontanious, from intercepting that stealth corvette on its way to the Dark Empire to stumbling into those drunken folks taking refuge on Gree, all spouting about their frustration at the trumoil of the Outer Rim and the seemingly increasing slaver raids.

A suggestion to go attack Zygerria seemed completely out of the question, but there they were. Was it foolish? Of course it was. This was most certainly a suicide mission, at least for many who had more than just their morality invested. But perhaps that was what made it so compelling. A last hurah, a final crusade against evil.

For Shem it was a chance to make a dent in an ocean. Any lives that could be saved was a win for him. The wayward Knight fumbled his way into a blasted out building, which had been barricaded and converted into a very unsafe safehouse. The avian found himself a perch, drawing his light bow and beginning to pick off Zygerrian soldiers.

"Where'd y'all get the pressure bombs!?" Shem shouted back to the men he ferried here. "I sure didn't have them!"

"Imperial storehouse!" one answered.

"Wicked," the knight muttered. "Tell your fliers they can keep doing that then!"

His heart was beating quickly now. What a thrill, to be in the heat of battle like this. Shem had always trained to be a warrior. Moments like this made him feel truly alive.

Hopefully the hell would give the slaves a chance to run.

 

[The Host]

All the chaos. The screams, the panic. Induced by riots of slaves leaving their masters. Like all things, Slaves will beholden to those who own them. Every being in creation was beholden to the Force. To death. To the wills of the natural order of life. We came to correct such things. We, the Legion will bring all home. Our existence was unnatural. For we broke the chains that held us in the Nether. We broke through the portals leading to the Dimension of materials. We, an anomaly, will bring all other to heel.

Holding the head of one of the Slaves, Our skeletal hands wrapped around his head. Looking into the fearful eyes of sinful ways. One hand, Coming up to non-existent lips, A singular finger indicating to be silenced. Their fear held them in place as we took the hand of our frame. Piercing into the flesh. Blood spewed over the burnt ivory of our flesh. Their screams echoed in our ears as their body began to deteriorate. The body becoming misshapen. A husk of what they once were. Drained of all that they were.

Another mind invested within ourselves. Falling silent as it was consumed by the carnage of flame. The fiery eyes turned to another. This time, a Slaver who sought to run from our Aura. Their uneasiness, their fear was plastered over their features. Turning to run, they attempted to flee. To scurry away like rodents in the light.

Fiery Chains flew from within the crisp leather jacket. Lashing out to lasso their ankle. Burning, searing their flesh. Choppy, staccato movements as they screamed for help. Yanking them towards us, we did. Reaching down to grasp their throat. Lifting them high. Feet unable to touch the ground. Swinging in the wind as if hung from gallows.

We knew the gallows to be a better death than this.

Our eyes burned. Flames roared from our frame. Engulfing around them as we spoke simple but powerful words in many voices.

"We see the sins of your soul. We condemn you to return to our home. Your soul is forfeit to our own."

The fire within our eyes ignited. The slaver screamed for help before becoming limp. Unable to look away from the glowing mass of the Nether housed in our souls. Their body slowly beginning to grow lighter. Then all at once, falling to ash. Their soul consumed into our own once more. The flames died away to reveal just us as we stood there. The ground beneath us blackened by flame and the force.

"WE CONDEM YOU ALL!" ​

 

[Braze]

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Spoiler

TAGS:

Gear

Sabers: Training lightsaber | Gauntlet Shield | Resurgence | Corsage | Calypso | Sentry | Requiem | Echo | Whirlwind | Twilight | Nightshade
Melee: Knife
Ranged: Fang |G.O.O. Gun | GA-E.G.G.S. | Phantom |
Equipped Gear: Boots | Gauntlets | Lightveil Circlet | Mask| Charms x3 | Ring | Amulate | Brace
Other Items: | Survival Kit |
Ships: Ashwing
Crystals: Serenity | Phantom Ghostfire | Amplification | Frostheart | Entropite | Tiger's Fang | Mindshatter | Echos | Mestare

PEW!

A loud, reverberating shock wave echoed through the air as a vibrant, scintillating pink and purple Mindshatter light bolt flew towards The Host . The kickback from the Phantom was enough to push the boy's small body several feet back from where he had taken aim and shot at the fiery being.

Stumbling from the slide back and regaining his balance, Braze spoke up. "Eat plasma, freak!"

Braze's heart pounded in his chest as he prepared for The Host's reaction. His eyes were locked on his target, his muscles tensed and ready for whatever might come next.

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[Henri Van Baker]

Minutes after delivery, minute before a bombing...

Helping Zygerrian slavers with logistical issues wasn't an easy experience. Everything was high maintenance, the collars had to be fitted correctly, the... products, perfectly lined up for presentation and everything underwent thorough security checks. For Henri, those security checks were to be sure he properly transported them.

He was sweating, eyes looking over the place before looking back down at his datapad. "Just a delivery, just a delivery..." he scrolled through the words on the digital page, not looking up despite how important the job was. He needed this money, he needed to make sure everything went well. It was increasingly stressful too since the Zygerrians didn't say much to him. He got scoffed at, a few grunts when walking by- disapproving grunts -and generally kept quiet. They seem surprised he even returned with the ordered... cargo.

They valued obedience at the least, which he provided without question.

But being a first-time slave hauler was terrifying. "Its just a delivery, you're doing this to get paid, morals are irrelevant." At this point he was sure they could smell the fear coming off of him, but yet again he just stayed quiet. Following orders is all that mattered.

But all his worries disappeared in a shockwave that went through him and the whole crowd around.

Spoiler: disappeared in a shockwave...

He'd never felt something like that before.

Instantly turning about to notice the side of a building had been decimated- including several inhabitants -had given him enough adrenaline and terror that his heartbeat could be audibly heard. "Get out of here, RUN!" A voice echoed over the chaos. He had only a second to process what happened before suddenly bolting away from the square, in which sounds of fighting took place- a full blown revolt.

The human kept running, moving down a alleyway and taking sharp turns, left, right, left, suddenly took a side-step into a little indent within the alleyway, a dark corner to catch his breath in. Henri paused, and just... waited. Holding onto his holstered blaster pistol tightly, frozen and wide-eyed, stuck in place in his little hideaway, the darkness cast over his entire body, simply waiting there for this to be over.

 

[The Host]

The flames of our form died down gradually as we walked. Steps taken to close the distance to a woman. Her face coated in fear of us. Our righteous will be upon them. We took our hand down to them. Gently caressing their face. Gingerly reaching for them. The look in their eyes. Their innocence. They were pure. Not time for them to be claimed. Yet there was something else happening. Voices screaming from within. All pointing to our right.

Our head jolted to the right. Just in time to see a lance of energy slam into our side.

Crashing into one of the cages of the slaves, Our body had been flung meters away from where we once stood. The blast was powerful. Painful. Smoke rose from within the side of our jacket. Our nice jacket. The fiery eyes leveled towards the individual who held a long rifle. Made with such technology. Such energy. Our vision saw great sins acted against the arbiter of the Nether. For that, their punishment will be the same as the others.

To be consumed.

Slowly standing up, our body fell back to the ground. Unable to stand properly due to the blast. It took a moment to gain our footing. I- we came to stand at our full height. The flames that danced upon us flared as if ignited by tibana. Our maw opened. Roaring a horrible scream. The waves dashing at them as fast as speed could travel. The ground shattering, the debris flying and ripping a wake behind it asunder. We had made the calling. We would consume them all. If this was the answer, then we shall return in kind.

Steps sauntering towards their position, with a cocked head. Ready for them.

Waiting for them.

Braze Henri Van Baker Shem Spinner Nute Griimda

 

[Shem Spinner]

Zygerria
Tags: Henri Van Baker , Open...

Epo-1, R5-T399, The Freebird, Lightsaber​

"What in the..."

Shem wasn't exactly sure what he was watching. It was all abrupt chaos. Some strange skull guy, a distant figure with a massive laser weapon, screaming and mass carnage. This was getting out of control. He needed to focus on transitioning to getting slaves to a transport if anyone was going to get out of this hellscape. Shem slipped out the back door, only to find...

Henri paused, and just... waited. Holding onto his holstered blaster pistol tightly, frozen and wide-eyed, stuck in place in his little hideaway, the darkness cast over his entire body, simply waiting there for this to be over.

"Ah, perfect," Shem remarked with a wide grin. "Back up. Come on, we gotta get the Lambda shuttle primed. Looks like this place is going to hell in a haystack. We'll need to move quickly if we we're gonna get any freed slaves out alive."

The Rishii proceeded to hand the stranger a thermal grenade before drawing his lightsaber, setting the weapon to it's crossbow mode.

"Come on then, lets get moving. We're burning daylight."

 

[Jurr Awaud]

On the bridge of the Keldabe class ship Akalenedat a communication officer turned the seat of his station to the captain and fleet commander.
"Alor, our spys at Zygerria say a massive slave revolt is plunging the planet into chaos! They want to know what they should do?"

"Who incited this revolt? A local cell?", Jurr Awaud, alor of the Nomad fleet asked irritated.

"No, alor, a small task force of nondescript irregulars from off planet. And they have mind-ticks with lightsabers and a few snubfighters."

Jurr Awaud grimaced behind his T-visor. Have these idiots any idea what would happen even if their slave revolt would be successful? Without massive support and coordination, hunger, disease, infighting, atrocities on civilians of the bad kitties and destroyed infrastructure would pile a mountain of corpses.
And then the empire would strike back, crush the uprising and pile an even higher mountain of corpses as retaliation.

What is worse than evil slavers? Good intentions without a plan!

Finally he ordered: "Send immediately transporters and escort fighters under false flag of one of the honourless Dar'manda clans. Pretend to be mercenaries helping to quench the rebellion and then evacuate as many slaves as possible. Children have priority, even bad kitties. Let us try to do something good in all this stupid carnage these mind-tick Di'kuts incite!"

Why do the holy-then-you-types always make things worse and give the bad guys an excuse for atrocities?

Politically spoken, Zygerria in chaos was a good thing, but as a human being and a military leader Jurr Awaud despised the Di'kut who had planned this.

 

[Gatz Derrevar]

Ship: The Red Night
Equipment: Outfit | Lightsaber
Tag: Jonyna Si Darth Wallgof

Funny enough, engaging in slave revolts was old hat for Gatz Derrevar.

After abandoning a life of crime, but before returning to the Order, Gatz had spent several months dismantling his former employer's slaving operations. A form of penance, he'd thought at the time. Gatz had never participated in the slave trade himself in any way—but he had smuggled spice for the man and pocketed the money. That was close enough affiliation to carry at least a modicum of blame.

So when he had an opportunity to break chains... he broke chains.

That's what he was doing now, swaddled in his dark robes, picking the lock to a warehouse that had long since been converted into a barebones flophouse for Zygerrian slaves. The typical guards were no where to be found, having been called upon to squash revolts in more populated areas, but there had been one B1 battle droid, but it was sitting in two pieces at his feet, bifurcated by his lightsaber.

The lock clicked, and the door swung open to a dark exterior. Gatz stood to his feet, and craned his neck to spot the Jedi Knight accompanying him. Or, rather, the Jedi whom he was accompanying—it didn't really matter, the specifics.

"We're in." Gatz said quietly, "And considering I haven't been cut down in a hail of gunfire, standing here in the open doorway, I don't think any guards are posted inside."

Was something in his life about to go easy for once? These assignments usually ended with him in the infirmary. Maybe Jonyna Si was a good luck charm.

 

[Braze]

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Spoiler

TAGS: The Host

Gear

Sabers: Training lightsaber | Gauntlet Shield | Resurgence | Corsage | Calypso | Sentry | Requiem | Echo | Whirlwind | Twilight | Nightshade
Melee: Knife
Ranged: Fang |G.O.O. Gun | GA-E.G.G.S. | Phantom |
Equipped Gear: Boots | Gauntlets | Lightveil Circlet | Mask| Charms x3 | Ring | Amulate | Brace
Other Items: | Survival Kit |
Ships: Ashwing
Crystals: Serenity | Phantom Ghostfire | Amplification | Frostheart | Entropite | Tiger's Fang | Mindshatter | Echos | Mestare

Braze watched in shock as the figure practically absorbed the plasma blade bolt. Rattled but determined, he recognized the figure wasn't human. Switching to stun, he fired several rounds at the approaching figure. As the figure continued to advance, Braze quickly hopped onto the edge of his Ashwing, using the Force to steer it higher. He set the long blaster down in the cockpit and reached for the G.O.O. Gun and E.G.G.S., considering a less deadly approach. The host's unyielding resilience called for a strategic shift in tactics.

 

[Kiwa Kiles]

A series of manic giggles escaped Kiwa's mouth as the fire and flames erupted around her. This was soooo much better than just being cooped up inside of the house today. She could finally test things out in active use! Sure, there was the added benefit she could help free some slaves but that wasn't high up on her list of priorities. Instead she was throwing grenades left, right and centre, enjoying the sound of their blasts echoing through the chaos!

A frag grenade there! A thermal detanator over there! Even a bacta grenade towards a few injured slaves trying to escape. "Get your butts up, you imbeciles! Can't escape if you're stuck on the ground now, can you?" Once again, Kiwa giggled away as she scurried away from the slaves and went back on exploring what she could find here. Being out in the open didn't really suit her. She could just imagine her sister right now. "How dare you be risking yourself like that Kiwa Kiles! How dare you be putting the family in danger, blah blah blah." If Magant got to go out onto battlefields and throw explosives around, then Kiwa saw no reason why she couldn't do it as well!

She snuck up on a guard that was yelling...something down its radio, Kiwa didn't know. She didn't speak that many languages nor understand themselves but that's neither here nor there. Taking her handy dandy hammer from her belt, she swung with all of her force down onto the guard's head sending him cascading down to the ground. "...Are you dead? I didn't mean to kill you." Crouching down, Kiwa placed her fingers against the guard's neck for a moment before giving a nod of approval. "Ah. Spectacular. You're alive...Wait. Why am I talking to an unconscious person then? I mean it'd be ever weirder if they were dead but...Let's see what you've got..."

Kiwa rummaged through the guard's body for a moment, searching for any goodies. Radio? Useless to her. Deathsticks? Gross. Huh? A family photo...Wow, this guy's kid was uglier than a bantha's rear end...Oh wait. Maybe that was his wife. Eh. Either way, it's useless to her. Oh! Finally. A goodie! Kiwa yanked a blaster pistol off the man's belt, twirling it around in her hand. "Pew, pew!" She waved it around before accidentally pulling the trigger and blasting the unconscious guard in the back of his knee. "...Oops. Erh...I'll just leave this here." With that, the young Cyborg dropped a bacta grenade at her feet to heal the injury...before booking it away from the guard and running as fast as she could.

 

[Henri Van Baker]

Henri had been hiding for possibly a few minutes, though the constant pleading for everything to be over had made it feel like years at this point. He certainly look like he aged a few years, just wallowing in misery and terror at all the noise echoing throughout the city. Loud blaster shots, roaring that sounded otherworldly, constant explosions and the somewhat more wholesome sound of slaves being freed from their binds. Then the less wholesome sound of more fighting. He just wished no one remembered his face.

Though he suddenly shot upright at the sound of an opening and closing door, the terrified look he had quickly went to a more comical baffled expression, realizing he was staring at someone else. Someone who wasn't the slavers, or a slave.

The Rishii proceeded to hand the stranger a thermal grenade before drawing his lightsaber, setting the weapon to it's crossbow mode.

"Come on then, lets get moving. We're burning daylight."

Spoiler: Come on then, lets get moving.

Henri had- like he did with everyone giving him orders -obeyed without question, taking the thermal detonator- and holding it rather unprofessionally in a loose grip -while hastily answering "A shuttle? I could fly one of those." stepping out from his darkened hiding spot to join the mysterious crossbow-wielding Rishi. "I flew here and I delivered-" the human then choked on his words, opting not to tell the truth. "...I, was going to help liberate all the prisoners! The slaves! We got to free them all!"

"Anything to get out of here alive." He thought to himself, before following the avian along for whatever they had planned.

 

[Marlon Sularen]

H E L L_A N D_H I G H_W A T E R

DARK EMPIRE
KAMPE, DEEP CORE

Inside his office within his headquarters on Kampe, Grand Admiral Marlon Sularen was busy reviewing military reports regarding the state of the Imperial Navy as preparations were being made for future offensives against the Galactic Alliance. Warships were being built and refurbished, new Military infrastructure was being developed. Under the Grand Admiral's direction, the Kampe Sector would soon be transformed into a impregnable military and industrial hub that would be key to the Empire's future operations within the Deep Core and the Core. As Sularen went over another report, his subordinate Colonel Rackham entered his office greeting him as he walked up towards Sularen's desk.

"Colonel. I take it you have some news for me?" Sularen inquired. "Yes sir. The Observation Corps has recently caught wind of some sort of slave uprising on Zygerria." the Colonel explained. "And how does this concern me or the Empire?" Sularen asked once more, both curious and somewhat uninterested in some matter going on on some far planet at the other side of the Tingel Arm. "We thought we might bring that matter to your attention, given Zygerria's proximity to Morlana One. In addition to that our intelligence further suggests that a Non-Aligned Imperial splinter group known as the Imperial Order is active on Zygerria." Rackham said. Until now Sularen had been leaning backwards into his chair merely listening as he remained uninterested, however the mention of Zygerria's proximity to Morlana One and the presence of a Non-Aligned Imperial splinter group caused the Grand Admiral to raise his eyebrow and lean forward placing his data pad on the table before clasping his hands on the desk.

"You had my curiosity, now you have my attention" the Grand Admiral said. "Tell me more about this situation on Zygerria." Sularen said. "Well from what we know, there seemed to be an initial attack involving several bombings across the planet which in turn triggered a major slave revolt." Rackham began. "The Zygerrian authorities have called upon their allies within the criminal underworld to help them crush the revolt and on top of all of that there have been reports of Jedi having been spotted in the streets fighting Zygerrian authorities." Rackham added. Sularen sighed at the mention of the Jedi, not surprised to learn that they might be potentially involved. "Of-course the Jedi would be involved, always meddling in places beyond the borders of their precious little Alliance." Sularen said with a tone of disgust and hatred in his mouth.

"How long will it take for us to get some sort of task force in the area?" Sularen inquired. "You want to intervene, sir?" Rackham asked. "If Jedi are involved then they are most certainly aligned with the Galactic Alliance and if that's true then whatever information we can gather regarding this uprising can help us better prepare ourselves for the inevitable Jedi-Alliance incursion within our Deep Core Territories." Sularen answered. "So, how long will it take to get boots on the ground on Zygerria?" Sularen asked again. "Probably a while, given the distance. It's entirely possible that the task force arrives in the late-stages of the uprising or even after the uprising." the Colonel answered. "Very well then. Inform Captain Baize that she is to leave for Zygerria with a small task force and make sure to relay her with new updates regarding the uprising along the way." Sularen said.

Rackham simply nodded with a "Yes, Grand Admiral" before turning around and leaving the room. The Empire would soon get themselves involved in Zygerria whether it be now or after the revolt, but one thing was certain, the fate of Zygerria was now linked with the future of the Empire.

[Tags] | CLOSED​

 

[Kiwa Kiles]

"Doo...doo...doo..." Kiwa hummed to herself as she hurried on around, firing off various stray blaster bolts in random directions. She had gotten to try out new toys, so now she was just having fun. There were meant to be Jedi here, if the imbeciles she came to this planet with were to be believed...but there weren't any lightsabers. That was disappointing! There werent any Jedi to be seen. She wanted to be able to tinker with one of those lightsaber doohickes they had. Hm...Could she make some form of grenade that acted like a lightsaber? No...No. That idea was ridiculous...which meant it was perfect!

For now, she had to focus on getting to a group of people. Running around like a headless chicken almost. This was why she wished there were Jedi out in the open. They'd be easy to run towards and expect them to protect her. Instead she had to protect herself! Urgh! How selfish must the Jedi be. All this fighting going to help out these poor innocent slaves, and there weren't any helping her! She was an innocent bystander in all of this!

She sprinted off, eventually finding a small group of slaves mentioning something about a Shuttle! Perfect! Kiwa could help escort them there and be seen as a hero! 'cause, that's totally what she was. A Hero. Who had...come here to test out her grenades. Okay. Maybe she could leave that part out if anyone asked what she was doing here. Either way, she took it upon herself to help the slaves get to the shuttle!

 

[Shem Spinner]

Zygerria
Tags: Kiwa Kiles , Henri Van Baker

Epo-1, R5-T399, The Freebird, Lightsaber​

"Ah, a pilot! Perfect!" Shem laughed, slapping the man on the back. "What great luck! Let's get moving then, pilot!"

Shem gestured for the man to follow, rushing out of the alleyway...

She sprinted off, eventually finding a small group of slaves mentioning something about a Shuttle! Perfect! Kiwa could help escort them there and be seen as a hero! 'cause, that's totally what she was. A Hero. Who had...come here to test out her grenades. Okay. Maybe she could leave that part out if anyone asked what she was doing here. Either way, she took it upon herself to help the slavers get to the shuttle!

And there were some survivors. The Rishii warrior took flight, swooping down in front of them to take up a defensive stance. He had noticed something they hadn't: An incoming attack. A few Zygerrian troops rounded the corner, their blaster rifles primed to fire. In one swift motion, Shem ignited his lightsaber and swatted back the blaster bolts, taking the two that had emerged to attack down. He'd turn back to the group with a grin on his beak.

"Careful now," he stated. "Don't let your guards down just yet. We've gotta get moving if you all wanna get out of here in one piece, yeah?"

 

[Jonyna Si]

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As the Tenacity came into orbit, Jonyna couldn't help but feel a bit nostalgic. A slave revolt? That was a mission her old crew couldn't have passed up on. She paused, looking around the bridge of the ship. It felt...a bit more empty than normal. Sure, Giran and Kraden were out there somewhere, but Zash, Odfrex, Sevs, Hepburn, Zandra...

All of a sudden she could see it.

Zygerria.

Alright Jonyna, game face.

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"We're in." Gatz said quietly, "And considering I haven't been cut down in a hail of gunfire, standing here in the open doorway, I don't think any guards are posted inside."

Her partner, more by circumstance, Gatz Derrevar , had at this point shown his worth. Not that she doubted him, but it was nice to see a padawan show their stuff in the field. She pondered the fact that she hadn't really had the chance to do missions with Ko Vuto with how active their training had been. Maybe she should take Rayia Si on the next one.

"Good." Jonyna smirked, pausing to look down on the fallen B-1. A frown formed as she entered the warehouse, she ignited Lucy, the ruby blade being lifted to the sky as she looked upon the store of chained Zygerrians. The air in the warehouse stirred as Jonyna used it to amplify her voice.

"All those who find themselves in chains, heed my word! Today you are free! Today you start a new life!"

She then raised a hand, and reached out with the Force, tearing through as many bonds as she could in one go. Turning to Gatz, she smiled. "Free everyone else I couldn't. Let's get this going as quick as we can."

Tag: Darth Wallgof

 

[Nute Griimda]

The Neimoidian vigilantly scanned the surroundings while the Mechno-chair navigated through various street corners, evading obstacles such as booths and overturned lamps resulting from the slave uprising on the planet.

Bronze structures and tall edifices came under attack throughout the plaza, as the Zygerrian Royal Guards endeavored to suppress the rebellion, participating in close combat with liberated slaves and other allies striving to secure freedom for the oppressed.

Every intersection and thoroughfare in the bustling city echoed with the chilling sound of arms clashing and the sizzling discharge of electroweapons striking against unshielded limbs. Meanwhile, the metallic clinks of chains added a haunting rhythm to the chaotic scene as slaves defiantly fought for their long-awaited liberation.

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The regiment of highly advanced B2-A Super Battle Droids, designed for swift and efficient combat, marched in perfect formation as they escorted the Imperial Ruling Councilor through the bustling city streets.

Aiming their twin wrist blasters with deadly precision, the droids scanned the surroundings for any potential threats, unleashing a barrage of laser fire to clear a path towards the heavily guarded Zygerrian Royal Palace.

"We need to pick up the pace to the palace, a slave revolt will ruin my expensive robes."

Nute complained pressing the forward button on the mechn-chair to increase its speed, nearly missing a stray blaster bolt to the head as one of the slaves wrestled with a Royal Guard for control over a blaster rifle.

 

[The Vulptex]

Tag: Nute Griimda​

Conspiracy nuts would always say that the SIA was everywhere.

That wasn't entirely false.

A slave revolt on Zygerria was a perfect opportunity to hide amongst the crowd and gather intel. A bit of makeup and prosthetics could make anyone look like a Zygerrian, and in the chaos, no one would call you for a poorly done disguise.

But the Vulptex was a team. While one hid amongst the crowd, one was back in the van acting as overwatch from the shadows, and two...

Two were in the field.

One watched from the roof, watching the Trade Federation representative from on high. The team had been tasked with trying to figure out exactly what the ties the Trade Federation had to the Sith and Dark Empire, but it had been slow going. After the last senate meeting, the SIA wanted to pin down what the Federation was up to.

From an alley, the other chucked an EMP grenade into the crowd of battle droids. In an instant, a pulse of magnetic waves blasted the droids dead, and threw the crowd into chaos. Slaves who had been pinned down by droid blaster fire were now able to open fire on the disabled droids.

 

[The Host]

We walked towards the enemy. The white hair offended our sight as we drew closer. The force was rather strong with them though. We could feel it. So much potential. So much wasted. An absolute shame for them to be doing as such. We sought to bring others home. Not this individual. So much youth, and vigor. Their time was set to be much longer than others who ran from us. A travesty.

Yet, their strikes against us will only move forward this expiration date. We expected them to fight back. The fear, the almost uncertainty in which they fired upon our form. It was with great pride that our long-handled Lightsaber was ignited. The Magmatic blade roared to life. Spewing plasma from the blade. Yet its form slashed out against the bolts. Redirecting them harmlessly from us. Housing within the walls, or floor. Then as quickly as the weapon was drawn, it was put away.

They sought to use their ship as cover. Such a fine ship. So sad to see it destroyed.

Our off hand reached out. Bone protrusions contorting to reach out to them. They fumbled for such weaponry. Yet they had so much potential in the force? It confused us. Irked us. The had such a small command of a great power. Yet they chose to not use it. To rely upon the conventions of materials. Textiles, and constructions of sin.

The twisting flames of the Riots, had only been fuel for what was to come. For it was our desire to manipulate all of such flames, explosions to be harnessed into a sphere around the ship. Flames roaring and twisting. The Wind ripping up debris and stone. All the more, The fabrications of nature, rock, debris, brick, it mattered not. It too was enveloped into the storm. All of this done, with a simple twisting of an ivory hand.

We were no mere Force User. We are the embodiment of the Nether. We claim the souls of those who escaped. WE will right the wrongs of Akala. The deceiver child.

A pity it was such a young child to stand against us.

Braze