Here There Be Monsters | CIS Dominion of Alakatha

[Violet Kianar]

[SIZE=12pt]Objective: Brush shoulders with the CIS elite. [/SIZE]​

[SIZE=12pt]Wearing: Something stupidly frilly.[/SIZE]​

[SIZE=12pt]Weilding: Nothing... visible.[/SIZE]​

[SIZE=12pt]Tags: Open, [member="Caesar Kenway"][/SIZE]​

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[SIZE=12pt]This planet was too damn hot. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]Violet could feel her hair beginning to frizz despite the stupid amount of time (and product) she had used in the evidently fruitless attempt to get it to cooperate. She was never one for the feminine silhouettes often forced on her by her parents, but she was bright enough to understand the advantages that it tended to offer her in high society. Not only did it allow her a more professional perception, it gave her another, more important, advantage -- disguising her true nature and her inherent danger. For she'd never get anywhere in politics if her colleagues were afraid to approach. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]And besides -- when violence inevitably broke out, it made the look on her opponents faces that much more priceless. So Violet would deal with the flowing fabrics. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]Having only visited Alakatha once prior, for a wedding celebration she had been obliged to attend, the whole vibe of the planet was currently off to her. Where there had once been restaurants teeming with wealthy patrons and street performers profiting off their overflowing pockets, there simply remained empty bars and a general air of nervousness. She would not complain about the lack of crowds, for it made it that much easier to locate the exits and that much less that she would have to worry about harming bystanders should she become… trapped[/SIZE][SIZE=12pt], but she knew that it was a symptom of a much larger problem on the planet. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]CIS was simply coming to rescue the planet.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]Those words felt sour in her head. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]But it was not her place to question the never ending quest for expansion, at least not yet. She was here to further her influence, to see who would be most open to her when she finally decided to make her move. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]So she strode into the bar she had been pondering, noticing that this one -- unlike the ones that seemed to be staffed by ghosts -- actually had a buzz of activity as server droids whirred about, serving some patrons, many of whom wore a distinctive CIS purple. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]She did not sit, but walked up to nab a glass from the bar. Sipping slowly, she examined her surroundings, looking for any familiar face. [/SIZE]

 

[Luca Donskoi]

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Location: Just outside the Asteroid Field (Aboard Gestalt-class Artillery Destroyer)​

Attire: Service Dress Uniform​

Equipment/Weapons: Asheran Armorweavehttp://starwarsrp.net/topic/54941-asheran-armorweave/ | VT-Kinetic Impact Gel | KC-95 "Ace of Spades" Blaster Pistol | Lightsaber | Prosthetic Arm​

Post: 1​

Tags: [member="Cypher Raige"] | [member="Kurenai Yumi"] | [member="Lahmia deWinter"]​

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Pirates. Was that what it had come to now? With the dissolving of the Mandalorian Empire, it seemed the scourge of the galaxy that the Confederacy had sought to extinguish had been whisked away with it. At least for the moment all on the Galactic scale seemed more or less civil. And as such, the Confederate Defense Force had somewhat shifted into a galactic police force to aid smaller worlds from piracy and crime. Especially when such worlds existed at the borders of the southern superpower and its ever expanding embrace. More and more planets flocked to join and with that, their borders extended to include them in it.

Alakath was no different. Just beyond the loving and protective embrace of the Confederate borders, it’d not held the protections of this southern systems. Pirates had been able to infiltrate and set up a stronghold to further terrorize the people here. Whether by raiding, terrorist actions, or any number of other possible actions, Alakatha sought liberation of the ailment that plagued it. A cure to the pathogen that these pirates had amassed themselves into. Festering and spreading, their malignant nature needed to go. And a world restored in the process.

The High Marshal stood before the viewport of the CNV Dias, his gaze falling over the field of turning space debris and rock which, no doubt, housed this band of pirates and filth. Where they could find refuge and plan their next series of belligerent actions a helpless populace. Pillaging from those in need to line their own filthy pockets.

Alden had not been the first to arrive on scene though. Among the assembled there were already three notable figures. Cypher at the helm of the Salvatre - a man that Alden had never worked with in an official capacity, but that did not mean that there was not already a ledge available marred with notes of his various deeds. Both good and bad. A man who seemed to struggle to maintain an allegiance to any one governance. Kurenai and Lahmia were another two individuals that Alden had never had any direct interaction with, but like Cyper, that wasn’t to say they did not hold their own ledgers of various deeds and accomplishments. Unfortunately, though, Alden had not had the time to review either of their records before being thrust into the fold of the small skirmish.

His head turned to the right, where his eyes fell upon the communications officer seated there. “Open a comm to those already in place.”

The officer gave a sharp nod before thumbing in a number of commands into the sensor suite control where he sat. “Secure channel established on all CDF frequencies, Sir.”

Alden returned the man’s reply with a nod before casting his eyes back out onto the asteroid field before him. “Attention all Confederate Forces, this is High Marshal Akaran of the CNV Dias,” he began, “You know the mission here. Seek out and suppress the Pirate forces that are known to possess a stronghold here.” He paused briefly before continuing. “These renegades have only faced a weary civilian population before today. Let us show them what it’s like to come face to face with an opposition with the brawn to strike back.” The channel closed soon after that line.

He then turned to the operations on the bridge who snapped to attention. “Activate the beacon. Let us see if they can resist they can resist the temptation of a distressed transport.”

“Yes, Sir,” came the reply of the Operations Officer and he immediately went to transmitting the signal for the beacon preset just outside the system to begin transmitting its distress signal. Meanwhile scanners and sensors continuously swept the field for any indication of movement that was potentially the pirates’ movements.

 

[Kathryn Foster]

Location: Hangarbay of CNV Dias
Wearing: Flightsuit
Loadout: LBP-3 light blaster pistol, vibroblade, survival medpac.
Tags: [member="Alden Akaran"], [member="Cypher Raige"], [member="Kurenai Yumi"], [member="Lahmia deWinter"]

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Spoiler: Prepare for Take-Off

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The door from the locker room slided open with a swishing sound, and revealed a hangarbay full of parked beauties of starships in different kinds and sizes. Glancing to her immediate right stood a black fighter with razor sharp design and folded wings. A ship that was infamously difficult to pilot, and which would make any financial department in the galaxy break a sweat. With its canopy open and cockpit lit up, and the auxiliary power plugged in, its generator hummed alluringly.

It was the T-77 ''Talon'' Stealth Interceptor, commonly called the ''T-wing'' among the pilots.

Kathy took a few seconds admiring the bird. It was a work of art, alright. Its technicians needed to be equally well trained as its pilots, if not more. Everything she knew about it from basic and advanced training made her mind wander off to the years in the academy.

A couple of days before, she have had her fair share of bluntness with [member="Subject 73 Red"]. The guy was almost like a droid without a vocabulary filter. He had stirred up quite alot back there on their ''regular'' patrol. Old stuff, and some of it were pure bantha poodo, but yeah he knew where to step to hurt one. It would actually have been fun to sometime take him along for a ride.

Now, was this bird something to be trusted with? If not, she didn't know what was!

''Quit the day dreamin' now and go tame her, major!''

A male voice spoke up from behind and slapped her shoulder, before he walked past her and went in the direction of his own ship. One from her own squadron, an older guy that was a veteran in the CIS before she joined. One could say he was a bit of a role model for the young major. Kathy cracked him a warm smile and glanced down the floor, before she confidently walked off to the T-wing with her helmet under the arm. Her gloved hands were aching to play across the controls.

 

[Aspen Dray]

Objective: Blind Date​

w. [member="Krystal Estain"] | wearing: xxx​

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Aspen was not fond of the traveling bit, but at the same time he really could not stay anywhere for too long. Dothan may have been dead, his father, who apparently was not some dead hero, had run the man through. Judah Lesan... figured his mother had hidden a clue to who his dad was in his name somewhere, was just some Jedi Master that had no idea Aspen even existed. Twenty-nine year of not knowing, and all those years of wondering what could have been had they known each other. Oh, there was also his half brother and half sister he had met too. Life Day was going to be awkward. In the meantime, Aspen had to stay on the move. He was not safe anywhere for too long as some of Dothan's associates wanted him dead.

Alakatha seemed a great place to hide, until the Confederacy rolled in. It was enough like home to him that the weather did not bother him, but the fact they needed to be "rescued" by the CIS was enough to make Aspen roll his eyes. It wasn't like the Zeltron knew anything as far as politics were concerned. He only knew what had been heard. A friend had convinced him he needed to give the Confederacy a chance, and as a show of good faith take a one his friends out ot the club to celebrate the change in hands of the government.

Reluctantly, Aspen waited by the bar. They had agreed a purple rose would be the sign to look for. There was no reason the Zeltron could not start drinking however, and as he set the rose on the bar he ordered a glass of scotch. It was usually expensive, but it was an open bar and all paid for by the Confederacy. A grin tugged at his mouth. The Zeltron part of his make up was happy for a good party, and the Corellian half was happy for good alcohol. All he had to do in the moment was wait for his date.

By the Force he hoped she was pretty!

 

[Krystal]

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[SIZE=12pt]Objective: Classic Tourist[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]Wearing: Something Lacy [/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]Tags: [member="Aspen Dray"] [/SIZE]
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[SIZE=12pt]There was nowhere good for Krystal to put this goddamn flower. Pockets in this dress would be laughable, and it really refused to stay when she tried to tuck it behind her ear. Not wanting to crush the flower in her tiny purse, she simply held it in her hand. Of course, she would now be paranoid about setting it down somewhere and forgetting instantly -- Krystal sometimes had a hard time keeping track of things… but it’s not like she’d get the chance to browse Alakatha at all anyways. She had been delayed by a fried straightening iron, of all things, and was more disappointed by the fact that this meant she couldn’t grab a couple drinks to take the edge from this blind date. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]Sighing heavily and feeling, dramatically, like some fairytale princess being married off for political advantage, Krystal wandered into the bar where she was supposed to meet the “prince”. It was dark outside now, and so the large windows at the front of the establishment did not do much to brighten the open space, lit in a dim yellow. She figured he’d be getting something to drink if he was here all ready, for that was what she’d be doing -- heck, that’s what she was about to be doing if he hadn’t beat her to it -- so she paced over to the bar in the back. It was not all that crowded, but as she scanned the patrons she saw no flash of purple (a rather patriotic rose color for her, to say the least) until… there? Maybe? [/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]Smiling, she approached the man, standing solo near the end of the long bar. “Excuse me, but are you perhaps waiting for someone? I would be quite [/SIZE][SIZE=12pt]happy if it was so.”[/SIZE]

 

[Aspen Dray]

Objective: Blind Date​

w. [member="Krystal Estain"] | wearing: xxx​

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The familiar burn of the scotch warmed Aspen's throat and stomach as he made slow work of the contents of the glass. He did not need the alcohol to give him the confidence for a blind date. Zeltron genetics gave him a natural swagger and confidence that did more to get him in trouble. Aspen would be in much more trouble without his pheromones, the natural chemicals he produced always helped to take the edge off whatever difficulties his charisma created for him.

His eyes looked over the blonde as she approached, and a quick glance to the rose in her hand told him she was the one. Waving the barkeep over he asked for the bottle of scotch and a second glass. By the time the blonde arrived the second glass was there.

Aspen did not answer her right away, but rather he simply poured her a glass as he motioned for her to join him in a drink. A smile washed over his face with the emphasis she placed on the word quite. It seemed the woman had a bit of an edge herself. Maybe he wasn't going to need his pheromones to see the pair have a good night, though it was always a good plan to fall back on.

"Indeed I am," he said with a smirk. "The nam is Aspen, and believe me the pleasure is all mine."

Nudging the glass closer to the woman, Aspen ensured she knew he wanted her to try the scotch.

 

[Damsy Callat]

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Form: Squaloid Tag: [member="Luna Terrik"]​

Post Count: 01​

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Taloned hands attached to strong, scaly arms, glistening in the sun, pulled Damsy up out of the Alakanthan ocean and onto a small reef sketty island. There she sat herself on the edge as not to cause an uncomfortable fold to her dorsal fins.

For once in her life, jetting around a body of salt water was not helping her mentality. Most likely, that was because she was swimming around in the problem rather than distancing herself from it. She should have taken a ride in her starfighter instead, but she would have to wait a while to dry off now. At least the sunlight felt good on her smooth, blubbered back.

Though not nearly as scalding, the longer she bathed in it the more intensely she felt the feelings from Mustafar again: cottonmouth, leaded legs, vertigo ringing in her ears, a slitting headache under her helmet, a scratchy dryness concentrated around her scaly patches. None of it was physically revising her, of course, but a desperate urge to dive again gripped her heart. Then, for a minute, in jumped further up her throat as she glanced to the surface and...

Water. Just water. No lava.

With an uneasy sigh, Damsy slipped off the rock.

 

[Saraya Arenais]

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[member=Seren]​

The little spider had her face pressed flush against the view-port. Down below the rolling beaches of Alakatha stretched as far as her lavender eyes could see. The very idea of a beach was a confusing one to Willow. Having spent most of her life in the metal jungle in Hutt Space, she couldn’t quite wrap her mind around a stretch of land filled with rocks so small you had to squint to see them. ‘How are the beaches made? Did someone put them there?’ Willow didn’t turn to look at the pilot as she spoke, instead choosing to watch her breath dance across the glass till there was nothing but frost. ‘Why are some of them yellow and some of them white?’ When it became too cloudy to see anything else the little spider unwillingly ripped her gaze from the beautiful scenery below.

She didn’t allow herself to feel disappointed for too long though, because what they turned to instead was just as pleasing. Seren sat comfortably behind the controls to the ship, bathed in a bright fire that coloured his caramel skin electric blue. Willow raised a single brow, watching as his fingers danced elegantly over the console. One day she would convince him to teach her how to drive the ship, but he had been decidedly against it for the meanwhile. This was their only mode of transportation, and much like any man Seren had grown increasingly fond of it. If she was honest with herself, it was a wise move. Willow might possess a swan-like grace when it came to robbery, she even had experience with speeders, but the last time she had tried to drive a full-blown ship her parents had ended up giving away their entire savings just to get the dents beaten out of it.

The sharp heel of her boot clicked against the metal floor as she paced over to the copilot's chair to the right of him. Willow slid onto it, the large frame overshadowing her own skinny stature. The little spider pushed her feet off the ground and gave the chair a spin, delighting in the way her flame-orange hair lingered behind with each twirl. When she finally came to a stop, it was directly facing the man she had, over the past few months, grown extremely fond of. She could hardly recall why she loathed him in the beginning. ‘Why are we here?’ It was a question she had asked many times before, and would probably ask again numerous times. Seren was a mystery when he wanted to be. He was incredibly fond of surprising her with it, and she was rather fond of it too.

 

[Xobos Yakieer]

Location/Goal: Objective 3 – Grab some new crystals for the lightsaber
Equipment: Lightsaber, Faceless Armor
Mental State: Serious
Tags: [member="Korynn Sol-Syna"] | [member="Subject 73 Red"] | [member="Pom Stych Tivé"] | [member="Kaden Farr"] | [member="Karlie Lynn Destat"]
Post: #3

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Xobos looked over the troops that had poured from the buggy and back to the man that hadn’t spoken to her, giving him a little nod before turning back toward the flimsy wooden fortress. It didn’t look like anything special, though as she zoomed in with the microbinoculars built into her mask, she could see it certainly wasn’t undefended. A couple of mounted E-Webs on the top deck, which might be a problem seeing how the run up to the wooden area was very open with little cover. Still, it wouldn’t take long to reach it from their current position, and hopefully Xobos could draw a little fire away from the troops.

Zooming back in as she turned, she motioned the commando forward and pointed to the structure. “I’ll lead the charge and get up on that top deck. You bust through the front gate and clear out the courtyard. We’ll meet up when the base is clear. Understood?” She waited for a moment to let the command sink in. As the moment passed, the miraluka could be seen reaching into her cloak, pulling out a double bladed saber, then pulling it apart into two separate blades. More blaster bolts could be deflected if you have two blades rather than one, she thought to herself.

Once she was sure the command was understood and had been relayed, the apprentice flicked on both sabers, the red blades casting a dull shadow over the sand. Taking a few moments to steady herself, Lagos could be felt coming into the back of her mind, something that made her smile lightly, knowing the connotations of it. “We have your back, little master. Let’s get this over with quickly.” With a nod to herself, Xobos crossed the blades in front of her before sprinting forward, kicking up sand behind her as she did so.

The blaster bolts were hitting the ground almost as soon as she started forward, biting into the grains and spraying the little things everywhere. Her blades spun and whipped, sending any bolt too close to her in the opposite direction. By now, both E-Webs had focused on her, which was the plan thankfully enough. And, also thankfully, the run was as short as she thought, with her quickly ending up at the wooden wall before too long. The apprentice’s blades continued to spin, desperately blocking the spray of bolts that were directed at her at the base of the wall.

Directing a few extra bolts into the gunner of the E-Web, Xobos deactivated one saber and began to bend her knees, gathering energy to spring upward. All that energy was suddenly expanded downward, the sand practically exploding outward around her as she lept up and onto the platform. Even with that built up energy, she was only just barely able to reach the top, having to grip it tight with her free hand. As she hung there, the E-Web still with a gunner was quick to turn on the now stationary target, forcing Xobos to desperately block the bolts as they were fired at high speed toward her. Still being an apprentice, however, some bolts were bound to get through, glancing off the armor. It was in these moments she was thankful her master had given her suitable armor.

Still, even if the bolts were only glancing off, they did hurt a bit, meaning she had to move, and quick. With a hard pull upward, the miraluka sent her body up and over the wall, landing on the upper platform with a light thud. As soon as her boots hit wood, her second lightsaber was reignited. With that, the battle for the upper levels of the base had officially begun.

 

[Isran Varad]

[member="Kaia Verd"]​

The Mandalorian knew that glow.

When the sun would rise on a new day, Isley Verd considered himself fortunate. Though he would typically trudge into the kitchen with sleep in his eyes, his presence would cause sunshine to erupt onto the face of [member="Safira Varad"]. Though he was literally useless without his cup of caf, simply slumping his chin onto her shoulder always tended to make her morning. Simply being around her caused the Huntress to glow - to smile, to giggle, to be that special form of happy...

So imagine Isley's surprise when his beloved daughter came bouncing home with just as much joy in her eyes.

Mandalorian culture was a far cry from the rest of the Galaxy. As [member="Kaia Verd"] had been raised a warrior, Isley did not worry about where she went on her outings. She was more than capable enough to protect herself from all ails. From mercenaries, to slavers, to cut-throats, and everything in-between. Yet, one of the holes in her training...at least, as evidenced by the amount of sheer sunshine in her smile...was the arena called boys. Oh, Isley showed her everything he knew about killing.

But about love? About what men wanted? He had fallen short. So, it was time to have a little...chat.

He had framed the day as taking Safira's advice. Just an afternoon in a tourist resort where he and Kaia could spend some time together. In the moment, Isley had led her over to a small hut that was selling "island" themed beverages. He ordered them a pair of drinks served fresh out of a pineapple before turning to her on his stool. "So..." he began, punctuating his words with a sip. "How'd that costume party go?"

 

[Seren]

[member="Willow Fae"]​

The Wolf was not surprised in the slightest.

Whenever it came time to venture to a new world, Seren seemed to be introducing his little spider to something grand. Her reactions to seeing what Seren had become accustomed to...almost made him realize just how much he took his freedom for granted. As a child of noble birth, he had the opportunity to explore his homeworld at his leisure. He saw towering mountains and ran through winding forests. He waded through rivers and basked in the salty winds of the sea. Willow, conversely, had only been exposed to the iron skylines of Hutt Space. Smug and cramped spaces were her domicile - and thus, every shred of vibrance took her breath away.

Thus, the Wolf did not say a word to interrupt her from clinging to the viewport as they descended. It was the first time that they had ventured to a world with an ocean; and thus Seren imagined it was the first time Willow had ever seen an ocean. Soon, she began to ask questions in that excited tone of hers. The lilt of her voice was high and sweet, so much so that he couldn't help but chuckle softly. Though she was very much a grown woman, there was a child's innocence in the way she peppered him with questions - from how is this made to are we there yet? Fortunately, he was sweet enough on the woman that patience came naturally.

"Erosion." he remarked as his hands calmly navigated their home-away-from-home downward. "The ocean washes against large rocks and breaks them down into sand over thousands and thousands of years. That also is why there are different colors of sand if I'm not mistaken - different types of rock." The first set of questions were easy enough - though they made corners of the Wolf's brain fire that hadn't in decades. Tutoring sessions from his childhood now flashed momentarily before his mind's eye. However, it was the final question which brought an even greater smile to his face.

"Why? Well. There was something I wanted to show you. Something special." He was deliberately vague on the matter - but he knew that the Spider wouldn't mind...assuming he didn't make her wait too long for the reveal. In time, their vessel touched down upon the planet's surface and, before the landing ramp would be a rather imposing structure of earth. At a glance, it appeared to be a gaping maw - a cavern which led into the darkness. Yet, Seren seemed eager to stride right into the abyss. Rising, he paused only to procure a few glowsticks from the side compartments and an unremarkable iron box.

"Coming?"

 

[Kiff Brayde]

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TAG: [member="Alden Akaran"] [member="Kathryn Foster"] [member="Lahmia DeWinter"] [member="Cypher Rage"] [member="Kurenai Yumi"]​

SHIP: CNS Jotus, a Saboath II-class Assault Cruiser​

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If he would be forced to, Kiff had to admit that his self-imposed vacation from the Defense Force had done wonders for his mental health. Although it was somewhat irresponsible for a member of CDF High Command to all-of-the-sudden take a leave of absence from duty, Kiff had desperately needed a breath of fresh air from the relentless campaigning both home and abroad. After Apatros, it had been made especially clear to Kiff when he'd almost fallen asleep at command from a lack of rest. He'd prescribed himself a couple of weeks of pure rest in order to recuperate from the stresses of command, spending the time at a resort on some far-flung world as he freed his mind from the stresses of being a High Marshal.

But vacations could not last forever, even for those who'd climbed the ladder as far as Kiff had. And so it was today that he found himself once again at the station of command; the Jotus, an assault cruiser that was a significant downgrade from his usual Invictus-class battlecruiser. Yet the smaller ship was a better way to ease back into the regular life of command and battle, without having to worry about the significant organic and financial fallout if Kiff made a mistake while he was still warming up. But then again, when had Kiff ever made a mistake?

Kiff appreciated being included in the operation to try and entrap the pirates that had plagued the citizens of Alakath for so long. An eternally-cemented part of him still yearned for the adrenaline rush that battle brought, and he figured that capturing some no-good miscreants was a great way to start off another season of Defense Force command. And so there Kiff was, standing at the helm of the Jotus as he waited for the pirates to make their appearance. He knew most of the Confederates that he was serving with; Cypher Rage, the eccentric Fleet Marshal; Kathryn Foster, the brilliant pilot, a rare thing in a navy with so many inorganics in cockpits; Kurenai Yumi, an able commander; and of course Alden Akaran, a fellow High Marshal that Kiff had met and served with on several occasions.

And now, they waited. While smaller than the conventional warship, the Saboath II was an able cruiser that had debuted among Kiff's task force he'd brought to Tanaab, where it had proven it's worth. However, commanding a fleet of the assault cruisers was very different compared to commanding a single one, and so now Kiff was forced to do all the things that a normal Captain would do; make sure the scanners were active, that the fighters were ready to launched, and that weapons were primed and ready. Knowing the pirate type, Kiff did not expect them to play by the rules; but then again, neither did Kiff.

 

[Subject 73 Red]

Objective 3
Red nodded to [member="Xobos Yakieer"].

"Yes ma'am. We're right behind you." Red responded to her order.

Red turned to the troops. "Soldiers! When I give the signal, we charge the facility. First thing we need to do is to break through the main gates, then we clear the courtyard." Red told the organics and the droids alike.

Red then turned to the squadron of commando droids he was assigned to command. "You droids, on me."

"Roger, roger." They responded

Then, when [member="Xobos Yakieer"] made a rush for the facility, Red turned to the troops again. "Move, move, move! Go!" Red yelled.

Red ran for the facility, and the droids and organics followed right after them. Blaster fire rained down near him and the troops as they charged the facility. Red dodged the incoming fire raining at them. Luckily, their opponents weren't very good at shooting. When Red and his squad reached the facility, they pressed themselves up against the wall. The main gate was locked. Red approached the main gates, and he set a bomb. He backed away from the gate. Red pressed the detonator. The gates flew inward as the bomb sent them flying off of their hinges.

"Breach and clear! Move, move, move!" Red yelled as he threw in a flashbang. Him and his squad of commando droids entered the courtyard. Red gunned down a pirate that was blinded by his flashbang. Red flipped, and his legs latched onto another pirate's neck. Red twisted in midair, and a loud snap could be heard from the pirate's neck. The pirate dropped dead. Red rolled and came up on one knee, firing into the enemies. The rest of the droids and the organic troops arrived, and the battle had only begun.

 

[Kathryn Foster]

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Location: Hangarbay of CNV Dias
Wearing: Flightsuit
Loadout: LBP-3 light blaster pistol, vibroblade, survival medpac.
Tags: [member="Alden Akaran"], [member="Kiff Brayde"], [member="Lahmia deWinter"], [member="Kurenai Yumi"], [member="Cypher Raige"]

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As she approached it, memories of moments from basic training with the imposing black bird flashed through her mind. From sitting all tidy and dressed up in uniform, listening to the educator in the clean lecture hall, to having your hands covered in oil and swearing over that unyielding bolt when being all cramped up in one of the service hatches. Not to mention the hours passed in the simulator where the observing instructors had held their breath more than once, but usually ended up impressed in a more or less apparent way.

While walking around its front, she laid the free hand on the edged nose and let it glide along the matt black metal. The starfighters technical specifications was as impressive as its very appearance were imposing the first time she had piloted it for real and many times after that, back on Geonosis. This was her first sharp mission, though.

''Fiberplast armored plating, overlayed onto a honeycombed duralumin frame... Which improves thermal dissipation...'' she said quietly to herself, like she repeated out of the educational materials. Kathy had never had any problems with litterature and theory, hence why she had passed those tests without much of a flaw. Being first in her class, she had little problem with remembering the T-77's impressive techs.

She felt the immense pressure that laid upon her, but as the military woman that she was she could handle it with confidence and utilize it instead of getting dragged down by it.

When coming up on the other side of the fuselage, a B1 engineer battle droid stood in attention by the ladder up to the cockpit. It probably did not understand for what purpose this human, seemingly out of nowhere, had read up the defensive construction of the vessel. It was possible that another sentient, without knowledge of the T-77 and the bond between pilot and starfighter, would have looked awkwardly at her. A shy smile appeared on Kathy's lips along with a glance down at the floor. She firmly put on the helmet and buckled it secure, before straightening herself up and answered the droids salute to her.

It was time to get serious. They had pirates to hunt!​

She grabbed onto the ladder and climbed up with experienced steps. Coming up, she noticed the text on the side of the cockpit which read ''MAJ K. FOSTER''.

So, they had already got that done, huh? She could think of a few people that would have questioned the decision to grant her such a piece, but also ones that would be thrilled to see what was about to come.

When she had buckled up, she instantly begun to go through the flight checklist, much of which she had in her head. Checking the flight instruments and attaching the oxygen mask over her mouth, the ladder was removed, the auxiliary power was unplugged and she closed the canopy.

''Flight controll to Horizon Leader, flightdeck's occupied and this bird is all set and ready for take-off.'' she announced over the comms and gave a thumbs up down to the droid that confirmed it and assumed to get in position to help her taxi out of the parking area.

 

[Karlie Lynn Destat]

Location: Entering Alakatha system
Equip: A company (100) of B.O.B.
Wearing: Armor
Tagging: [member="Korynn Sol-Syna"] and [member="Xobos Yakieer"]
Post: 3


Her intention here were not one of invasion or suppression. Karlie for the most part, if she could help it, were more of a negotiator than one coming in with all guns blazing. Besides, there hadn't been any surface to air batteries greeting them upon their approach at all. Rather, it had been quite a mundane touchdown, say for the horde of battle drones under her wing that had all at the same time unlatched from their harnesses, upon touchdown. Somehow or other through some primary programs, they all suddenly prepared to disembark, like this were some sort of invasion campaign.

To her surprise and relief, all it took were just a simple command and order for the company to stand down.
"Ok....
Ok, good.....yea" She looked over the company in the transport. Yes, they were all compiling and remained in formation.

"Uhm... I'm going to do some scouting and will take you.." She pointed to the nearest droid and so on... " and you two.
The rest ...sit, stand, whatever... just don't leave the vicinity of the transport.
Talk among-
...er, decide on who or how many will secure the perimeter. The rest... just don't stray off...Ok?"

'By your command'

"Yea....Ok good.." Karlie started to step back cautiously. The only droids that moved were the ones she had selected. The rest stood there with their cyclops eyes scanning. Ok, that could get a little creepy in a confined space like the transport they were still in.
"Right....
Ok, you three, lets get going." She finally spun around and exited out and down the ramp...her three selected droids trailed behind her.

Moments later she were in the thick of jungle brush, jungle noise and jungle mosquitoes and other creepy crawlers. Of course her droids were impervious to these unbearable and harsh horrid conditions of the beautiful lush jungle.

"Frak this fodder...we're going back along the beach front." Ok, so the jungle was a bit too much to transverse through for her as it was outright nasty.
"Come on, lets turn around and try another angle..." She mimicked with her hand motioning the turn-about as she herself had learned from her required training at a Castan Marine boot camp. Yes, it were a prerequisite for her before being indoctrinated into the IBI.
"By your com-" The lead droid started to say before she cut it off.

"Don't!" She raised her fist. Like how many times did she have to hear that before going insane?!

"There is a time and place for that..." Nope, she couldn't really say herself as to when really.
"...just...just figure it out on your own. Got it?" Karlie instructed as she started to trek her way back out of the jungle.

Silence.

She turned.
"Got it?"

'By your command'

 

[Lahmia deWinter]

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Location: The Winter's Kiss's Bridge
Tactical Disposition: Defenses Raised, Weapons Armed
Tag: [member="Cypher Rage"] | [member="Kurenai Yumi"] | [member="Alden Akaran"] | [member="Kiff Brayde"] | [member="Kathryn Foster"]

Lahmia's right index finger slowly rose and fell atop the arm rest of her throne while they waited. Patience was a skill even a blood thirsty monster could learn to better snare a morsel; but that did not mean it was held in abundance. Was waiting entirely necessary? Would these pirates even show themselves? Yes, she knew one of the vessels was emitting a beacon. Another seen keen on firing in a pattern to try and hit them by chance or force them to mobilize in a way that might be detected. All well and good, but these 'pirates' they did not sound like big game to her nor to her crew.

A smile suddenly spread across her dark lips. "Send the following such these pirates can uncover: 'The Winter's Kiss hath laid claim to thy vessel. Thy cargo of spice, rum, and Stygium now belong to us. Lower thy shields, and prepare to be boarded.'" There was a second's pause before she added, "Being so, set target on the 'transport.'" After all, they should put on a show to make it seem legitimate, right? It was just for show, of course. Lahmia wouldn't actually fire on Alden Akaran's vessel.

Assuming anyone knew Lahmia deWinter, her intentions, or her loyalties.

 

[Caesar Kenway]

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Wearing: Expensive Suit​

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Wielding: Alterra Sidearm Pistol​

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Tags: [member="Violet Kianar"]​

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The pub that the esteemed and wealthy Minister of War had chosen to spend his day in was not unlike some of his favourites from his home planet of Ord Pardron. The pubs he'd spent the first three years of his life working after he'd attended, and graduated, the Ord Pardron School of Nobility. It had been that job that had given him his taste for finer alcoholic beverages, and had, coincidentally, kept his physical appearance up, throwing drunks out of the lower end bars in the slums was a rather requiring task, afterall. He adjusted his pale red tie, and straightened his jacket and reached in, flicking the safety off of his sidearm in case he ran into a group of pirates seeking to relieve the Confederacy in name of ransom, or perhaps, the Minister himself. His face was known to most of the Confederacy, there would be few of those worth noting that didn't know his name.

He moved over to the bar, and pulled a stool over. Even if you didn't know him the Minister, it became noticeably clear that he was a man of great confidence and note. From the way he carried himself, the way his shoulders were squared yet slightly drooping, how his chin was almost genetically crafted to be held high, yet was held level with those who worked for a bit of money to live on. His purple eyes drifting over the selection of tequila and whiskey the pub offered, settling for a glass of an underrated and lesser-known Nabooian brand. Reaching into his suit, he took out a few credits, and placed them on the mahogany bar, sliding them across to the barkeep.

After a painful moment of silent waiting, he pulled the drink over to him, and grasped it firmly, tipping it up as he sipped on the slightly bitter, cold contents of the glass that then turned sweet and warm as it washed down his gullet, brushing against the back of his throat. A few pieces of ice used to keep the drink cold floated to his lips, bumping off of his lips. He lowered the glass, resting it in his palm as he looked out a window, staring into the blue, open skies. A feeling that was as common to him as breathing pushed up from his gut, the feeling of longing, to be back in a ship, cruising through space, watching as the galaxy moved on around him. It was the reason he always made his office high up, so he could feel as if he was on the bridge of his parents' command ship again, just as he had done many decades ago as a child.

 

[Saraya Arenais]

[member=Seren]​

‘Erosion...’ The little spider tasted the new word on her tongue. Before Seren she had considered herself quite intelligent, at least where it counted. Yet the more time she spent galavanting around the Galaxy with her Wolf, the more she came to terms with the fact that her genius lay in street smarts. The rest of the Galaxy was still unexplored by the little spider, just as the infinite knowledge it offered was. ‘So the ocean made the beaches.’ A firm nod came with the latter part of her sentence. ‘My Father always said that water was eternally patient. The most destructive of elements.’ Patient and destructive as it was, it seemed fitting that the shimmering blue glass carpet stretched out beneath them was the cause of something as equally beautiful. Willow couldn’t wait to see them.

As the ship lurched forward to enter the atmosphere Willow rested her head againstthe Wolf’s arm, never tearing her gaze from his caramel face. The heat that radiated from him had become somewhat of a comfort to her. He had gone from someone she loathed entirely to someone she couldn’t have imagined life without. Though their past was sordid, it was fading quickly from the little spiders mind. She couldn’t even recall what she had crept into his room to steal, and the events that followed after were neither here nor there now. Seren was the only living soul Willow had left in the Galaxy. It was safe to say the fiery Vahla had her hatred turned into infatuation for the Wolf, and it only grew with each passing day.

When he finally came to answer her second question, her lavender eyes were a fixed point on his chiseled chin. So, it was a surprise?

Willow shot her head up, plastering a wide grin on her face as she squirmed in her seat. Seren’s surprises were always exciting. Unlike the surprises she had been party too before him, she had never been able to guess what they were. For but a brief moment, the excitement made her lavender eyes sparkle. ‘A surprise?’ She watched him curiously as he rose from the seat and gathered up the meager pieces of equipment they would need. When he offered his question, Willow was all too eager to answer. She scrambled to stand from thepilots chair and raced the Wolf to the loading ramp as reached out to touch the earth with hisses and groans.

As the bright light of the sun crept through the cracks, the first thing that hit the little spider was the smell. The air around her had a scent that Willow could only compare to the food markets in Hutt space. It was salty, she could taste it in the bottom of her lungs. Was it the beaches? Or the Ocean? Or the cavern that stretched out in a never ending darkness before her? ‘What’s in here?’ The little spider didn’t wait. She had never been afraid of the dark. Before Seren, a large portion of her work was completed inpitch black. A cave certainly wasn’t as scary as it was creeping through someone’s room while they were soundly asleep in bed.

'This isn't very much of a surprise...' She turned round to grin at the Wolf, taking ginger steps back into the darkness till it swallowed her whole. The little spider knew there would be more too it, but she did so enjoy seeing the wrinkles of confusion appearing in his forehead. The further she got into the cave the more the darkness drowned out her senses. All she could hear was the echo of her own voice bouncing eternally off slime covered walls. 'I can hardly see anything.'

 

[Kaia Verd]

[member="Isley Verd"]​

[SIZE=9pt]Kaia didn’t get to spend much time with her father so when she did get the chance she would seize it without hesitation. On this particular day he had invited her to spend time with him on the beautiful tropical planet of Alakatha. She would have arrived on planet the morning of, she wore an outfit comprised of a white lacy crop top and matching shorts, on her feet she wore lightweight tennis shoes, always going for comfort first.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]As she met up with her father her charming smile appeared. As they walked her mind went to Damien, the costume party was still on her mind. It was a near perfect evening, for she had once more ran into the Lupine and she had fallen head over heals quite literally for him. They had embraced and shared a few kisses and ever since she had not stopped smiling. She knew her parents had noticed the bounce in her step that she normally did not have, she would describe it as walking on sunshine.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]The same bounce was with her this day as they reached the small hut. Her father ordered them drinks and she would pick hers up. As her father began to speak about the small girl would feel the heat rise in her face as her cheeks flushed a bright pink color, obviously he had noticed, and she was gonna have to tell him about it sooner or later. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]Kaia took a deep breath and meeting his eyes she spoke “It was lovely, I had a fantastic time.” She said knowing the questions would soon follow[/SIZE]

 

[Karlie Lynn Destat]

Location: Entering Alakatha system
Equip: A company (100) of B.O.B.
Wearing: Armor
Tagging: Korynn Sol-Syna and Xobos Yakieerhttps://starwarsrp.net/user/20689-xobos-yakieer/
Post: 4



"Commander... have you located-" One of the battle droids serving as sentry near the transport approached the group when they came out of the jungle.
It had been but 6 minutes since Karlie and her three selected scouts had disappeared into the thickets and now were back. Of course Karlie popped out ahead of her three droids...seemingly and frantically brushing herself off of what she imagined were crawly things on her...of course there weren't.

"Shush.... we're taking a different rout." Karlie felt a bit embarrassed, as she passed the sentry and headed her group easily down the beach path. Yes, embarrassed...even from her battle droids. The jungle was just that, a freakin fraking jungle. She weren't going to deal with all the crawling creepy biting insects or the like. She were looking for pirates, not here on an exploration to discover new species of insects, snakes and what-nots.

It were not any sort of practical tactical move to be out in the open along the surf's edge looking for the so called pirates. They were exposed and easily targeted. this of course played heavily on her mind. The jungle was just merely a few yards to their left. they should be traveling within it, under the cover of foliage instead of out in the open. She had training. She had common sense.
Still, her phobia of snakes, rodents, creepy crawlers and-

"Frak." The better part of her overcame the phobia.
She hung a sharp left and into the fray.
Well, not entirely...it were only the same jungle. She weren't going to jeopardize this exercise and her droids being a walking target out in the open. Her first instinctual and common sense dictated to go through the jungle. She had done that and then got creeped out. Karlie now struggled against common sense and her phobia. She surely weren't going to let a few crawly spiders and snakes get in her droids way. It was settled.

"You two...take the lead." Yep, let the two of the three war machines lead the way through the thick of the jungle.
"Number three...cover my back." and so they got back on track, treking once more through the thick of jungle looking for pirates....