Dominion High As A Kite | OPA Dominion of Sevarcos

[Ayden Galmar]

Objective: X Marks the Spot
Location: Outskirts of the Festival
Allies: Griet van Vliet , Eldin Daine , Amea Virou , Yula Perl , Caedyn Arenais
Unknown: Kingsley
Equipment: 2x Lightsabers, 4x Smoke Grenades, Multiple Cigarras [-2]

--[AYDEN GALMAR]--

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The surrounding land was just a flat stretch dirt and sand, allowing for Ayden to easily catch up to the more rugged buggy. He noticed Eldin suddenly stand up in the rear, losing his hat in the process as the high winds stole it away. The Judge waved at Ayden for assistance.

Ayden maneuvered the speeder into the path of the hat in flight. He lightly tilted the bike onto its right side, stretching his arm out. The hat slammed into his open hand and Ayden brought it against his chest, tucking the edge into the strap of his vest.

He smirked. You owe me.

Again Eldin motioned at him, this time pointing to the left side of the buggy. Ayden nodded and pushed the controls forward. The bike launched ahead, bringing him parallel with the other vehicle.

Eldin Daine

 

[Griet van Vliet]

Objective 1: X Marks the Spot
Allies: Ayden Galmar Caedyn Arenais Eldin Daine Amea Virou Kingsley Yula Perl
Enemies: Smugglers

"I will have to take the first shot: my weapon has a longer range"

It was tight for even two operatives, and the buggy was closing in on the vehicle that is breaking off from the racers' pack. Even at that range, where there was only a fraction of a second for the bullet to travel to the target. So, while making sure the recoil wouldn't be too uncomfortable, with Eldin also in the buggy, there was no going around that: both people will feel the recoil one way or another. While this gun wasn't as heavy or big as the Chalacta-II, at least it had a muzzle brake and a silencer; once fired, that gun scored a hit, causing the target's fuel tank to get hit and fuel to leak. However, since there were no incendiaries in the bullet, it didn't catch fire. Which left a trail for the buggy and speeder nearby to follow as the vehicle carrying the suspects slowed down; hopefully Eldin would be able to take the second shot at the while Griet prepared another shot. That was much more troublesome than with a blaster-based sniper rifle, and not just because one needed to plot the trajectory in one's head, she thought.

 

[Agrippa]

OLD SPICE
Lilia Arma Darth Wyrm Grok

He scurried behind the former Jedi as the group scanned the massacre of the area. Amidst the difficult to describe, extremely pungent smell of something unknown, Sigi's senses caught something far more pervasive - the taint of the Dark Side.

"Do you sense it?" the Jedi asked frowning and looking around. His hand trembled as he touched the ground. "The Dark Side."

"We need to leave." he stated after a moment of silence. They were here to deal with these same pirates but that was already solved. No one near the state of alive to be healed and they were just risking their lives now, along with the OPA soldiers. "Report his back to the OPA HQ."

 

[Grok]

"Hm. Well... tea? I am parched and I could do with a biscuit, while we wait."

Grok took a running leap past Darth Wyrm and latched himself onto the mother eel's back with a determined oink. The creature bucked against him in surprise and fear, slamming the gamorrean up against the tunnel edge to scrape him off but he gripped on tight. The Sith Lord's frustrated cries of alarm quickly faded behind him. Unable to disobey its psychic command to seek out the pirate camp the eel eventually left him to his perch.

Then they emerged into a much larger chamber and the slaughter began.

"Report this back to the OPA HQ."

A deep rumbling in the earth echoed Agrippa . The corrupted eel bore through from above with an oinking gamorrean tusker gripping on for dear life. It crushed several soldiers before rearing its ugly maw to snap at Lilia Arma. Grok meanwhile leapt from his 'mount' and swung a vibro-ax at the blonde Jedi Padawan.

 

[Kingsley]

“Stop kidnapping women!”

"Rrrrawk! Judges!" Kingsley snapped his beak at the broken bottle Yula Perl was holding defensively.

"You said they were cool!" Jet Nebula growled and drew her blaster.

Eldin Daine let off an unbalanced shot that sent the hiitian and his pals diving out of the buggy's way. He unleashed at string of obscenities at Griet van Vliet and Ayden Galmar before coughing up a lungful of exhaust. When he turned around Nebula and her crew were already hustling for their wind rider. Kingsley blew Amea Virou a kiss and then followed.

"Where do you think you're going, big bird?"

"That disgusting zeltron crossed me, Jet."

Nebula glared daggers at him but sighed and hauled the smuggler on board. Jet's airborne cutter was built for speed and in no time and all they were gaining on the buggy's position in this mad chase for fortune and glory. Kingsley leaned off the side of his craft and leveled his blunderbuss at Eldin. The modified shock blaster was totally lethal and totally impossible to aim.

"Stacey's mine, haircut!"

He fired.

 

[Eldin Daine]

They had part of a plan, which was better than no plan at all. Griet took the first shot and hit the fuel tank and much to Eldin's surprise the smugglers craft did not explode. But the ruptured fuel tank spewed out the flameable liquid to the sand and it seeped slowly, it also told the smugglers they were being chased and fired upon. They started to zig zag in a hope to avoid another hit. Griet brought the buggy closer, Eldin turned side ways as was his style, and habit he supposed. It gave anyone firing at him a small target to hit. His thumb pulled back the hammer, his aim true with a little help from the force, and he paused to take in the crafts pattern of movement. The sight trained on the fuel tank just below the leak, he held steady as the smuggler attempted another zig zag and as they did, moved right into his line of sight, only mere nanoseconds after he pulled the trigger. He never misses, and today was no exception, the craft exploded and smugglers flew through the air all legs and arms splayed before landing hard on the sand winded and bruised. Somehow they did not die in the wreckage and flames.

Eldin was feeling rather pleased with himself, even threw Griet his winning smile. BOOM!

It was fortunate that Kingsley was a sheet shot, but it did hit the sand right under the buggy sending it careering on a tilt and enough to catapult Eldin out and through the air, legs and arms splayed and wheeling before landing hard on the sand winded and bruised and mighty angry. He pulled himself to his feet, concerned for the blonde Jedi, but somehow the buggy righted itself. Eldin was left standing, wind riders careering toward him as he was now in the middle of the course. He paid them no mind they could go around him as he stood firing his pistol at Kingsley who was well out of rage but an irrational mind does not care. I'm gonna roast that bird. If it was the last thing he would ever do!

Realising he was stranded in the middle of the desert. Sand in his hair, shirt and pants, boots and unmentionables, he turned and decided to make for the festival and find a good strong steady stool right next to a good strong steady bar.

Amea Virou | Ayden Galmar | Griet van Vliet | Yula Perl | Kingsley | Caedyn Arenais

 

[Caedyn Arenais]

Location: Festival of the High Winds.
Apparel: Spacer Attire.
Droid: Chip (BB Model Astromech).
Items: Lightsaber & Sidearm.

Having spent enough of his time roaming the festival grounds and mingling with the locals in joyous celebration as well as a spot of drinking to boot, Caedyn and Chip slowly made their way to one of the nearby tables where he pulled a seat out and plonked himself down, the company of strangers turning to glance his way, all of which seemed in a merry mood and welcomed him with a smile. It made for the best of change, being among those of high spirit, regardless of the lack of familiarity between them all. They were simply all here to share in a good time.

This was one of the rare beauties in life within the Galaxy at large.

His attention however was soon taken by a young group roughly a couple years younger than himself dancing around an open fire, from the look of them, all intoxicated but otherwise having a wonderful time and laughing with their male companions. The sight made Caedyn think of Asaraa Vaashe and how much he was missing her lately. They'd not spent much time together, and when they had, it'd been on Atrisia during that horrid outbreak. Memories that he'd rather not recall upon.

Since leaving the Order of the Silver Jedi however, they were seeing far less of one another, their lives seemingly distanced compared to the much more plentiful times where they could wake every morn, and fall asleep most evenings together. It had been one of the most difficult sacrifices that he'd been forced to make in choosing to return to the Enclave of Svivren, and wondering what she was doing with herself most days, he found a most discomforting voice whisper in the back of his mind, perhaps a touch of paranoia or self-consciousness, asking himself where they stood today.

Amea Virou | Ayden Galmar | Griet van Vliet | Yula Perl | Kingsley | Eldin Daine​

 

[Griet van Vliet]

Objective 1: X Marks the Spot
Allies: Eldin Daine Ayden Galmar Amea Virou Caedyn Arenais Yula Perl Kingsley
Enemies: Smugglers

With their craft down, the smugglers would take a lot longer to get to safety, even though they were still alive for the time being. Because the aim was to take them in alive, it was then time for Griet to unleash a neural storm on them, with their neural activity going haywire: while the smugglers could be disoriented, and even hit by seizures, at least they won't be doing anything stupid by the time medical assistance came to them. They will stay alive, just that they will be frozen in place. Or the cops; sometimes she had the experience of calling for medical assistance and the police came instead. More so on Iokath but it did happen on Eshan also. Hopefully they will still get access to medical assistance in jail; prisons in this region that were suitable for locking up smugglers were highly uneven in this respect. Some races believed that, if the criminals were dangerous enough, they should be denied medical care progressively until either their medical condition is critical or their danger factor becomes so high that society is better off not providing medical assistance to them, while others would have more blanket approaches, such as granting access to medical care for all prisoners, or denying it in equally blanket ways, she thought, while an aerial patrol was brought in to recover the stranded smugglers and bring them to justice. However, the ICC buggy was rocked a bit, and Eldin was ejected from it, as well as Griet, so she was also marked for medvac alongside the smugglers.

 

[Darth Wyrm]

The Disastrous Plans of Man-Bear-Pig and Snail Lord
Starring Grok and featuring... Agrippa // Lilia Arma

He started dumbfounded as Grok disappeared into the tunnels.

"I."

Hands planted on his hips as a snail poked its head out from his robes. It hissed, crawling onto his shoulder, so it could look. Almost as if it wasn't BELIEVING its eyes either. "I have no idea what to say to that." Which was presumably a first for the Wyrm. No, not presumably, most definitely. Part of him wanted to just go and get his tea.

That would be petty however.

The snail growled, before disappearing back into the folds of the robe.

By the time that he managed to flag down one of the eels and travel to the outpost? The battle was already over. Smoking, charred remains, the remnants being mopped up by rooting eels. Snatching them up from below.

It must be a terrifying way to go.

Sadly Salvatore wasn't able to enjoy the sight. In the distance he could see Grok ... fighting ... Jedi? WHERE DOES HE KEEP FINDING THEM. This was unbelievable, really. A sigh as he gracefully stepped off the eel. Petting it on the flank, before letting it join its family in the continued massacre. His lightsaber was out already.

Igniting it.

It was lucky for Sigi and him that Grok's well-endowed frame was obscuring the Padawan. Otherwise they might have recognized each other. The battle on Terminus had been fierce, but this was no time to be distracted.

The saber hummed as it trailed him.

Goal? Lilia, as the unoccupied opponent. "Human, stepping foot here will be your LAST mistake!" The large Feoorin exclaimed with another flourish of his saber.

 

[Amea Virou]

Eldin Daine // Griet van Vliet // Yula Perl // Ayden Galmar // Caedyn Arenais

There had been a moment between getting away from the bird, starting up a speeder, and getting everyone into position. Pushing against the adrenaline in her veins made it all the more easier to deal with the situation. Between being at the center of some kind of bird person’s affections and dealing with a general aversion to social interaction with people that she had respect for…

Yeah, no, The fact that it was a speeder, something mechanical, and something that didn’t talk made it all the more easier to deal with. Yet as they caught up with the others it seemed that most of it had already passed. Up ahead there were shots being fired. One of the speeders exploded, but it didn’t seem to be anyone friendly. They were up ahead, their stumbling silhouettes came ever closer, one of them seemingly having raised a stone above their head to toss against the speeder Amea was in, yet…

Well, there was a thunk, a pause, and a crack. Amea turned around to look as the man fell limp against the desert floor with a horrified look to her.

“Don’t throw rocks against objects at speed,” She exhaled and turned back around to look at the road ahead. The buggy for the OPA judges had been downed and Amea’s speeder would slow down next to them. “Got it.”

“You okay?” She called out and quickly jumped out of the vehicle. “You’re good, right? Not sure how many band-aids we have at hand for the moment.”

 

[Kingsley]

"Rrrrawk! The next one is for Yula Perl !" he cackled at Eldin Daine and Griet van Vliet taking great pleasure in the buggy's misfortunes.

"Kingsley!" Jet Nebula snapped, "The treasure!"

"Huh? Oh right!"

Now he remembered. They were chasing someone. Another band of smugglers with another copy of the treasure map. If they got there first...Kingsley could see another fortune going up in smoke. He took aim with his blunderbuss at the wind rider ahead. The hiitian's first shot went wide. Their own skiff was pelted with return las fire and Kingsley squawked in alarm.

"Dank ferrik Kingsley bring them down!"

"Not as...easy as it...looks!" he clenched his beak and charged another shot.

This time against all odds one of the shock blaster's bolt struck home and the their quarry's engines began to flame out. Kingsley let out another cackle of victory before something big struck their fore. A farewell rocket from the crashing wind rider sent Jet and Kingsley reeling as they too lost attitude control. The surface of Sevarcos now loomed before him.

"We were so close!" he wailed.

Ayden Galmar Caedyn Arenais​

 

[Lilia Arma]

Objective: Old Spice
Equipment: Ranger Expeditionary Suit - Dual-blade Blue Lightsaber
Tags: Agrippa Darth Wyrm Grok
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Lilia was distracted by the abrupt distraction of the gamorrean and was seeing the padawan at bay. The eel had disorientated her as she used the force to dash from its gaping jaw. She tried to save Sigi but the eel kept her at bay and she was kept on the defensive. But when the opportunity finally presented itself and the eel was growing fatigued. Lilia grabbed some fallen cave debris with the force and threw at the eel's maw, temporarily scaring it away.

Finally she had the chance to aid the padawan, but then a Feoorin appeared before her with his lightsaber ignited. Lilia ignited both sides of her lightsaber. "Before you get any ideas, just know I've killed bigger Sith than you." Which was clearly a bluff but hopefully her confidence was enough to mask her attempt at deception.