Dominion Hope comes as a Boon (OPA Dominion of Farboon Hex)

[Eldin Daine]

Aboard the Imperial Star Destroyer
Operation Bailout
Sol Stazi | Sinestra | Arryn Jhanson


Big ass ships like these were not Eldin’s forte, two decks down and plenty of difficult checkpoints to get through, automated or otherwise, which was the expected unexpected variable. This guy had better be worth this, frankly Eldin was ready to call for vote to leave the guy here. Stealth was better than nothing he supposed, but even that appeared to be a weak option too.

“Don’t these things have maintenance shafts or somethin’?”. He looked between the two men chatting, there must be a ‘back door’ to the lower levels.

Not all of the strike force would be needed, the rest could form up and keep the imperials busy if they were discovered and no doubt soon enough, they would realise the rouse. It was time to get moving either way, he pointed the barrel of his gun down the corridor.

“Ladies first”, he spoke to Jude.

 

[Tadietti Tann]

Objective 3, Don't get Squashed.
Location: Vigaress Pass, Xron Corp Warehouse
NPCs: 15 Ex Cartel Mercenaries. 5 Assassins and Snipers.
Tag: Jacquetta Janvrin

Hearing of the problem on the ship she took her time in case these complications became more complicated...

Blue didn’t like to be sandbagged or blindsided by anything. Looking at the Pyke Syndicate opposite. “Add 15% on top and we can do business with you.” She was smart enough to know that if they haggled she would be paying that anyway and likely more. Kssk seemed amused, for a time no answer came. Then he nodded, “25.”

“Now wait a minute,” the original seller could see he’d just been completely outplayed, and everyone ignored him. “20.” Lady blue offered, which is what she was willing to pay anyway. Kssk’s teeth were shown fully, and some of the Pyke’s laughed, they talked among themselves and said “agreed.”

“I said wait a minute, I CONTROL who sells to who.” The small group to their right seemed increasingly isolated, not realising that they were now vastly outgunned, and they might lose it all. Now feeling stupid he’d set a low price to entice two parties to barter with him.

“I would… accept your loss graciously,” One of the Pyke said and Blue just curled a smile, “the deal is done.” Kssk stated matter-of-factly. “I don’t think so.” The third-party trio raised their guns, and everyone tensed.

“First team take out Kssk” there was no answer. “Second team take out blue,” there was still no answer. “Third team?” Just silence as he called to each ‘team’, desperately pressing his communicator. “Expecting someone?” Blue’s lekku swished, her assassins had ‘confiscated’ his snipers for now. She really didn’t like to be sandbagged. “I er.” He stuttered, as everyone’s guns were on his small trio, the third parties guns soon confiscated too.

CRASH

Tag: Jacquetta Janvrin

An inner back door came down, no, in fact, the inner wall came down, bringing much of the structure in this old place with it. A large cannon appearing through the rubble. Uos Syndicate across the barrel in proud letters, rumors of their collapse only partially exaggerated, though not the collapse of the wall. A blast from the past or about to be, its gun charging.

“Ixta” One of the male twi’leks uttered, damn in basic. “Kunta Uos,” another raised her weapon, and we’ll leave that particular twi’lek insult untranslated.

“They have a tank.” Jacquetta Janvrin. One of the twi’leks made plainly known to everyone on the ship and around them. The sound of it firing soon shaking everything nearby. Taking cover, Blue’s voice interrupted their panicked communication, more calmly asking, “how long do you require for repairs,” Jacquetta Janvrin . Watching someone running for the droid crates to try and snatch them in the confusion, the sound of her sleek silver blaster shooting a single shot could probably be heard also.

These former cartel mercenaries were loyal to credits for the most part, though many felt kinship to blue several were already trying to get back to the ship, some had the unconscious bodies of their hosts over their shoulder as they entered.

 

[Arryn Jhanson]

Starship: The "NOMAD" Heavy Freighter (Impounded).
Location: Aboard “The Matriarch” Imperial Star Destroyer.
Tags: Sinestra | Sol Stazi | Eldin Daine

Time seemed to stand still whilst hanging from a pair of cuffs awaiting the next round of abuse from the Imperials. Left in the room alone, Arryn looked about his surroundings for some form of escape, something to use to get himself released and for the love that was all good, get himself back to the NOMAD. Alas, there wasn't a lot of luck when he didn't have the use of his hands, and suspended as he was, the tips of his boots could only just scratch the surface of the holding cell's floor.

The doors however slid open with a mechanical hiss and in came the Officer whom had previously left Arryn to the Troopers initiative. "Oi, where'd that Trooper go?" the Officer growled at Arryn as though it was his fault that his prison guard had left. The question however appeared to be rhetorical as the Officer muttered something further under his breath and approached the captive, releasing him from the cuffs and dropping the smuggler to the floor.

"Oofph!" the air left him as he landed on his front, winded by the impact and not having had the strength to save himself the embarrassment of such a fall. That beating had really taken it out of him; Arryn had been in a brawl before and at times they'd been nasty, but hanging there for hours while a couple of soldiers take to your torso with plasteel gloves, the pain of mere movement was enough to question whether something wasn't broken within him.

"On your feet you lowlife rabble!" The Imperial Officer gave him a boot to the side, catching Arryn's ribs and causing him to sputter for further air, against the pain that shot through his right. Soon enough he was being hoisted to his feet by the officer, his hands cuffed this time behind his back, not able to argue or resist, and was soon pushed for the door.

It seemed that he was being moved, but for what reason, the Officer neglected to inform him.

 

[Jacquetta Janvrin]

Objective: 3
Location: Maintenance Corridors, the Jammy Bastard freighter
NPCs: Ship Crew, Milsin
Tag: Tadietti Tann



Jacquetta listened to the exchange going on along the other end of the line, her eyebrows furrowing with concern. Things seemed to be in flux there, and she wasn't able to fully follow along as she pulled her way along the access corridor. When Tadietti Tann queried her about her timeline, she hadn't yet made it into the coolant hub. "Stand by," she replied calmly, despite the sound of bedlam coming from the other end of the channel. It was only a moment later when she arrived at the coolant hub access and pushed her way in. The young mechanic and pilot pulled herself in and looked for the leaking pipe. When she located it, she examined it for a moment and then touched her earpiece again. "Five minutes for the patch-job," she reported to Tadietti.

The patch job was easy enough, but as the layers of old adhesive on the pipe attested, sooner or later the ship would need to go down for repairs to replace the coolant pipes. The pipe itself was an original piece, and the Jammy Bastard was approaching two centuries of use. It had earned a replacement. Things seemed to be escalating. She did a quick strip-job and sprayed sealant on the damaged pipe, then wrapped it tightly with a heat-retardant sleeve. "Make it three," said Jacquetta into the channel. She switched to the shipboard channel. "Milsin, start pre-flight, but do not -- I repeat, do not fire her up until you hear from me."

JJ had to hold the sleeve in place as the adhesive did its work, then wrapped a protective mesh around it. Technically it was supposed to sit for a quarter hour before doing any travel, but Jacquetta didn't have that kind of time, and she knew it would hold anyway. Two minutes later she was shuffling back down the maintenance corridor. "Fire her up," she told Milsin before switching her channels again. "We'll be in the air in a moment," she informed Tadietti. "What do you need us to do? Drop a proton bomb on that tank?"

As she spoke, she crawled out of the tunnel and stowed her spanner as she headed for the cockpit, dropping into the worn pilot's seat before transferring controls to her station. She set a course for Tadietti's location. "Get weapons online, and get to the turrets," she called into the ship's comms.

 

[Siv Dragr]

Objective: Acquire the Target
Location: The Blood Eclipse
Tags: Kimiko Taiyou | Vallaro Kindall ​

Siv had worked a lot of jobs - but operating in the middle of a warzone had not been one he'd done in a while. Safe to say, in most cases, he would've opted out of the mission entirely; Siv's freighter and Mandalorian Armor didn't necessarily fit in with most militaries, and an active battle only meant that there were more people there with guns to shoot him. But among the great nations of the galaxy, the Outer Planets Alliance had something special going for themselves. They prided on being run by and protected by those that the rest of the galaxy called scum. It was mercenaries, hunters, and lowlifes who served as the warriors of the Outer Planets Alliance. It was a touching sentiment, really, but also one that was very easy to take advantage of by someone like Siv.

This mission was not so simple as he would've preferred, but it was straightforward enough. Some Empress was wanted for a list of crimes that struck Siv as very unroyal, and the contractor was willing to pay a fair sum for her capture -- or proof of death, whichever was more convenient. In order to ensure that the mission was a success, Siv had decided to enlist the help of a fellow Hunter - Vallaro Kindall, a gangster-type hunter who boasted of several different body modifications. Siv had never seen those modifications in person, but privately he was at least semi-intrigued to see what sort of hidden cards Vallaro had up his sleeve.

The Blood Eclipse dropped out of hyperspace, transmitting on an OPA frequency that hadn't been too hard to scrounge up; the Mandalorian had quite a few contacts in the underworld circles in the OPA, and they weren't too stingy on giving a frequency. Siv's plan was a little tenuous, but he was sure that it would work; he and Vallaro would claim to be Judges, the blaster-wielding force sensitives of the Alliance. From there, they would board the ship under the pretense of wanting to meet with the Empress to coordinate their attack on Farboon, where he and Vallaro would quickly stun and extract the target. Once they'd blasted their way out of the hangar, then they'd be free to return with the prize and collect their reward.

Of course, the plan always seems to be that easy, Siv reminded himself as he flicked on the communications switch, opening a tightbeam transmissions with the Nagado, the battlecruiser that also served as the Empress's flagship. "Judge-Deputies Merril and Cham," he said, using names made-up on the spot, "requesting permission to land and a strategic session with Empress Taiyo, regarding Farboon." Siv kept it short and sweet - it was his style, and it wouldn't be professionally to be elaborate over transmission and then be an entirely different character in person. Waiting for the response, he continued to astrogate towards the battlecruiser. The only thing now was to hope that the Empress didn't suddenly decide to blast the ship of two Outer Planet Alliance Judges out of the sky. That would not be very good.

 

[Vallaro Kindall]

Objective: Acquire the Target
Location: The Blood Eclipse
Tags: Kimiko Taiyou | Siv Dragr ​

Vallaro ran one last check of his gear, it was his way of clearing his mind before a hunt. With the utmost care, he placed each item in its determined place on the simple tactical rig he wore under his jacket. Whether it be for access or concealment, everything had a place. There was no room for extra weight, not even stray thoughts. Only the here and now. Only the hunt, the target, and the plan: deceive, locate, neutralize, and exfiltrate. But every good soldier knows, no plan survives first contact with the enemy.

The Blood Eclipse dropped out of hyperspace. Vallaro found something comforting about being back on a battlefield. The familiarity of it all felt good, it felt safe. The chaos of conflict was a perfect opportunity to blend in. From experience, Vallaro knew no one relied on visual feeds in combat, only IFF transponders. Even an out of place freighter like this could easily go by unnoticed with the right frequencies which fortunately Siv had been able to obtain.

There was a sharp chirp from the coms as Siv opened a connection with the Nagado and initiated phase one of the plan: Deceive. Vallaro had never worked with a Mandalorian before. He’d heard all the rumors surrounding them, but he’d never actually seen one in a fight, much less ever been asked for assistance by one. As Siv spoke, Vallaro couldn’t help but wonder what face laid under the helmet. A dangerous thought to be sure. The coms chirped again signaling the end of a transmission

“Here’s hoping they bought it. Judging by the armaments on that ship we won’t last long if they don’t”

This was it. The mission had begun. An Empress had broken the law and there was no escaping its wrath. While the hunters were only pretended to be Judges they truly were instruments of the law.

 

[Janick Beauchamp]

Objective 2: Cultists
Allies: Shira Varanin
Enemies: CNO

"I'm getting to their location"

After Kintan, after which the Sith no longer supported them logistically as they used to, the CNO cells still active were forced to perform piracy schemes, such as capturing a starliner and enslaving its occupants. Especially vulnerable were vessels that had mechanical issues that caused them to abruptly get out of hyperspace. However, getting to these prisoners meant that they needed to get elsewhere soon. Sure enough, this camp was empty by now, but was more of a supply depot for the other camps on the planet. The only camp that seemed to have logistical needs consistent with slave pens stuck out like a sore thumb, and it even had a landing pad. The other camps seemed to serve other purposes, such as ship maintenance, but the other camps that had landing pads were crude ones, and holding prisoners as slaves awaiting delivery had different logistical needs than a maintenance camp. By now they had an entire manifest of camps and their logistical needs, from which potential purposes could be ascertained. Janick didn't kid herself: saving the prisoners would be a time-sensitive proposition.

"Here: where the slaves are held"

 

[Shira Varanin]

Janick Beauchamp

Shira coaxed a blood-spattered combat speeder to choking, roaring life. The dang thing stank of death and bad gas mileage.

"You know, Beauchamp, you're fething smart and have good intentions, and there's no but coming. Good work."

She buckled in and indicated the empty but filthy passenger seat.

"Navigate me. Navigate me hard."

 

[Tadietti Tann]

Objective 3, Tanks-Thanks.
Location: Vigaress Pass, Xron Corp Warehouse
NPCs: 15 Ex Cartel Mercenaries. 5 Assassins and Snipers.
Tag: Jacquetta Janvrin

Shots going off overhead, this old warehouse was taking a few knocks. Some of Pyke Syndicate's, Trandoshans had setup a bit of a crossfire on Uos’s mechanical menace, but the tank was sporting some fancy angular shields, something she’d recognized from way back when, blaster fire glancing off the thing at odd and unpredictable ricochets. Every so often the barrel would turn, there would be a pause as people scattered and then it would fire.

Jacquetta Janvrin BOOM, a bomb of their own, “that would be most appreciated,” Blue’s overly calm voice answered their potential ride and guardian angel. A certain ringing in her ears as she answered Jacquetta, who might experience the same from the feedback.

Pulling up her rebreather, seeing her chance with the crossfire, Blue threw a ‘mercy’ grenade, though the effects were not lethal, merciful seemed a stretch of the word. Nodding to go. The gas caused hallucinations, illusions and general paranoia. Through the cloud a purple and then a green twi’lek pounced, a couple of her more trusted aids, opel and kinsa scooping up the droid cargo while she shot anyone that looked at her girls the wrong way.

The last problem, rather than firing, the tank was moving again… hovering to put itself between them and the exit, clever. It was a big old warehouse, the energy signature of the tank was big enough probably to pick out from the others, Jacquetta Janvrin, and by now there were gaps in the roof to see it but sadly not in the walls to escape.

“Also a way out would be looked upon kindly.” Jacquetta Janvrin, kindly perhaps meaning credits would be paid if she lived, unspoken promises.

One of the Pyke’s was looking to fix that way out business, setting up charges on the wall. “New deal”, the Pyke shouted over holding controls of the explosive in his hands. “Want out, return the droids.” Before that boom could be agreed or negotiated, another boom was coming in the background, as an overzealous Trandoshan Pyke-mercenary had leveled a missile launcher at our friendly neighborhood Uos tank. Blue frowned. Not at firing the thing inside a building as others might, but at them bringing more hardware than she had. “Well dears, how about we watch from over there.” Her most trusted aides and their mistress moved behind a particularly sturdy internal wall to see the outcome. Aeyih'dira her combat-accountant, checking Pyke Syndicate stock prices and how much those units cost on her datapad.

WOOOOSH, the force of the projectile echoing enough to deafen anyone stupid enough to be behind the launcher. Bated breath…. waiting…. Thud. Unfortunately, it wasn’t enough room to arm, and there was an underwhelming dunk as it landed next to the tank, if tanks could look less than amused this one would be doing. Hopefully their angel would be in the air soon, Jacquetta Janvrin

 

[Sol Stazi]

THE MATRIARCH
FARBOON SYSTEM
OPERATION BAILOUT
Arryn Jhanson | Sinestra | Eldin Daine
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"I've been boarding ImpStars a long time," Sol told the ORION agent without looking back.

“Don’t these things have maintenance shafts or somethin’?”

"Those things are death traps," he explained to Eldin, "Better to go with the 'or something'."

They had reached the nearest turbolift, but instead of calling for a ride the Major ripped out its wall panel and shoved an anti-security blade inside. After about half a minute the doors hissed open to reveal an empty shaft. He started uncoiling rope from his belt and tied one end off before letting the other drop. Sol secured his weapon strap across one shoulder so the blaster rifle dangled against his hip within easy reach. He glanced back at the others.

"How are you with heights?"

 

[Janick Beauchamp]

Objective 2: Cultists
Allies: Shira Varanin
Enemies: CNO

They left that combat speeder on standby because of possible emergencies. Looks like some worn-out Sith surplus speeder, especially since they seemed to treat conventional forces as cannon fodder and maintenance of the hardware was at best uneven, Janick thought, upon getting seated on it. Yet, the comments made to her seem to strike a chord in her, as she was selecting one of the regular patrol routes, the one that led to the prisoners, on the navigation display. That system was equally poorly maintained so she needed to stay alert along the way, and stay ready to make manual adjustments if needed. Especially since she dashed to the camp knowing that every second counts to save them.

 

[Eldin Daine]

Aboard the Imperial Star Destroyer
Operation Bailout
Sol Stazi | Sinestra | Arryn Jhanson

"That's ya alternative to the maintenance shafts?", Eldin looked down the turbo life shaft, one death trap for another. Not that he had a problem with heights but Eldin could not even see the top of the turbo life, all he saw was a pit of darkness. He had a bad feeling about this.

Taking one of the ropes, making sure it was secured enough to take his weight, Eldin turned and tettered on the lip of the doorway. "Two levels down right?", just to be sure Sol knew what the hell he was talking about. Small jumps to abseil down the shaft, was slow going and sweaty hands did not help much either, but damned if he was going to plummet to his death for some guy that had got hisself caught. He flash a looked back to Jude, it was a dark look which only his rear end copped, this information better be worth all this.

A clicking noise, and the wires that operated and held the turbo lift in place, began to move. "You did disable the lift didn't you?", he yelled at Sol, or did he just disable the freakin' doors. The entire shaft started to shudder, the echo of the moving lift bounced of the metal walls around them and frankly Eldin did not know if the lift was ascending or descending.

Small jumps became large ones as the rope burned his hands.

 

[Arryn Jhanson]

Starship: The "NOMAD" Heavy Freighter (Impounded).
Location: Aboard “The Matriarch” Imperial Star Destroyer.
Tags: Sinestra | Sol Stazi | Eldin Daine

"So uh...Where are your trooper buddies" Arryn asked with a blaster pistol pointed at his back, the corridor they were moving down looking identical to every other hall they'd previous traveled.

"Shut it, Chit head" the Officer growled coldly, already having had to hear the prisoner ask one stupid question after the next, "Don't make me belt you another one" he threatened.

"Sorry. Sorry..." Arryn apologized, a smug grin starting to form; "...You just seem like such a nice guy".

Arryn didn't have the time to realize what had struck him, but he'd later put two and two together to come to the conclusion that he'd been pistol whipped over the back of his head, knocked out cold and dropped like a sack of bricks.

This of course put the Imperial Officer in something of an awkward position. He was alone there, and he'd be damned if he would have to carry the scumbag all the way to the higher detention level. Arryn was being moved due to the risk of the possible fire failing to be contained, but now he wasn't going anywhere on his own.

"You're a huge pain in my ass..." The Officer grumbled under his breath, waving his arms in frustration.

 

[Shira Varanin]

Objective 2: CNO terrorists

Janick Beauchamp proved to be a careful and conscientious navigator, and Shira appreciated that greatly considering the route. The old Sith speeder wove between hoodoos and dipped down gritty paths, following a CNO patrol route. At one point Shira slid the speeder up a defile and lashed out with a lightsaber blade to murder a cultist who'd set up a solo ambush. She didn't pause, just kept driving along Janick's recommended route at a really unsafe speed. Time mattered now more than ever.

The speeder skidded into a second camp and came to a halt between the slave pens and the landing pad. A scarred and hellishly painted ship was just choking to life. Shira catapulted out of the speeder and slid her lightstaff blade through the cockpit. The tip just barely reached the pilot's head, killing him instantly.

The camp and the ship held at least a dozen other cultists, none of which felt like running.

 

[Jacquetta Janvrin]

Objective 3: Tanks For the Memories
Location: Jammy Bastard
NPCs: Ship Crew
Tag: Tadietti Tann

"How the hell did they get a tank inside there?" Milsin asked as the Bastard rocketed towards the warehouse, pressing the two pilots into their seats as the ship raced through the atmosphere.

"We'll find out," Jacquetta replied, glancing at their scanners. "Look, almost there. Hang in there, Blue," she said into her comms, trying to reassure her OPA pals that help was on the way. "Get far away from the tank. Coming in hot."

As they came onto the scene, it became apparent to JJ that they wouldn't need to blow the roof off the structure, because much of the roof was now gone. That made things easier, and safer, too. "Prepare to fire a torpedo. Fly by wire. Give me controls," she ordered Milsin, who agreed. "Incoming, Blue!" Moments later, Jacquetta had her hands on the joystick of the weapons control system. The ship shuddered as the torpedo was fired from the tube, and the screen came to life, showing the grainy camera mounted on the torpedo casing, a rudimentary target in the middle of the screen. She deftly maneuvered the torpedo as if it were a fast, light-weight starfighter.

The torpedo maneuvered towards the warehouse roof, finding a gap in the roof. The camera captured the aftermath of the battle, the smoke and flame obscuring her view, but she had a general idea of where the tank was, and she kept the torpedo moving that way. She watched the screen until it went to static, signaling the impact of the torpedo to the tank. She saw the warehouse shudder as the explosion blasted the tank. She tapped her ear to talk to the ground team. "Is it dead?" she asked. "Milsin, prep another torpedo just in case."

 

[Janick Beauchamp]

Objective 2: Cultists
Allies: Shira Varanin
Enemies: CNO

Shira jumped out of the speeder as soon as the "fuel low" indicator began flashing, and making a beeline for the transparisteel cockpit, killing its pilot. And once the speeder went out of fuel, Janick also jumped out of it, and she could sense that severing the main fuel line would cause the reactor (and the engines not long afterward) to shut down. Or at least to run on a much lower power level, insufficient for it to take off; there usually were failsafes for when fuel lines are ruptured. So as she leapt out of the speeder, she made a hole in the hull that led to the fuel line, causing fuel to stop flowing to the reactor not long after, but not before spilling a little fuel in the reactor compartment. It also caused the whole ship to go dark temporarily, since, on that ship, the emergency power took time to reactivate. Hopefully this will buy enough time to free the prisoners from containment, or to lure the remaining jailors, she thought, while the remaining terrorists now realize what was happening to their ship and attempt to intercept them. She needed to stay alert and fight back whenever feasible.

 

[Tadietti Tann]

Objective 3, One-Two Step Tanko. Credchit Mementos
Location: Vigaress Pass, Xron Corp Warehouse
NPCs: 15 Ex Cartel Mercenaries. 5 Assassins and Snipers.
Tag: Jacquetta Janvrin

Jacquetta Janvrin

Get far away from the tank. Coming in hot.

Blue kept her head down behind the wall, “Kssk my dear, do cover your ears.” The trandoshans began to take that advice, pulling one of the less aware Pykes down with them face-first to the ground. Everyone took an armsdealer saying cover your ears seriously. Opel meanwhile pouted wanting to have surprised them.

One loud reminder that they were alive later.

Below through the holes in the roof there was a smoking wreck, with Uos Kiffar lackies trying to get out of the top, the energy signature of the tank was gone, replaced by a stronger heat signature. Jacquetta’s answer came in a different way.

A beep beep beep was incessantly at Jacquetta's console, and if she or a crewman looked.

Ever-Directive Holonet transfer pending please accept….

….

….

10,000 credits transferred.
Ty,
B
….

The Combat accountant Aeyih'dira with Lady Blue was not just a pretty face, if those credits had come direct from Blue it’d be a miracle, bounced around ten times first through shell companies like Ever-Directive.

With the Uos surrendering out of the top of the tank, the original supplier was also being cuffed. “New New Deal.” Blue said to the Pyke Syndicate, sliding her silvery blasters back to her hips and wrapping her fingers along them. “They are yours.” She smiled beneath the veil pointing toward the now third party prisoners, "and we... obtain our droids at cost.” Her lekku curled, the last word placed like fine wine, with a beautiful smile to match. Ten thousand credits to make a hundred thousand or more after cost was a good days business. Kssk was a typical trandosan and he really wanted to be the one who evened the score, they had a whole religion around keeping score. Blue was more about the deal, and of course the fireworks. She knew his weakness, but….

She looked down… hmm… broken nail.

“Agreed.” Kssk, commented hissing as if content but also aggrieved. Sure he'd rip her off later down the line, but that was the cost of doing business with Pyke's. Besides she now had a tracker on the cases. The droid cases were returned to Kssk, and the remaining twi'lek's swaggered off, one blowing a Kiss to the Uos kneeling on the floor. Just one more day on the rim.

 

[Sinestra]

They were rappelling down as fast as they could but not fast enough.

The turbolift descended like an unstoppable force, a sign of the end. He could see it in his mind. Squashed beneath its weight like bugs, the agent wondered if they would feel the pain or die a quick, painless death. He preferred not to find out. The Force wrapped around him and he repulsed it at the incoming lift. Screeching noise filled the silence of the shaft as the lift abruptly slowed down but not for long.

"Get the karkin' door open!!" he growled through gritted teeth and tilted his head at the closed lift door through which they had to exit. Telekinesis was never his strong suite. Time was running out for all.

Should someone open the door and get through, the rescue team would come face to face with the Arryn Jhanson and his captor.

Eldin Daine Sol Stazi

 

[Darth Wyrm]

Enemies: Surprise guests -- Janick Beauchamp | Shira Varanin
Allies-of-Convenience: Quickly dwindling, but maybe Grok
Objective: Survive, probably.

A make-shift waiting area had been erected for potential Children recruits.

This area was rather empty however.

It was located just near the landing pad. It had about six chairs in various states of despair. On one of them sat a Gamorrean. It was apparent the chair was hardly made for the big boy's weight. Straining and groaning at the seems, the cultists had been casting nervous glances towards the pair all morning. Oh, yes, it was a pair!

Because next to Man-Bear-Pig sat a Feoorin. His chair was, surprisingly enough, not complaining of its sitter. This was a surprise, because the Feoorin was very large indeed. Ashen black skin, golden wraps around his tendrils, eyes irritated and crimson. The very image of a salivating Sithling Lord. There was one more oddity about this creature. There was a snail on his shoulder. Beady eyes, it kept looking here and fro. Wondering what the ruckus was, because the last twenty minutes the cultists started running back and forth.

Panicked.

Like the doomsday had finally come upon them. You'd think they were used to setbacks after the First Order's fall against big sentient lizard-dinos. Luckily it didn't take long to figure out what the problem was.

The problem had come to them. Its shape was a speeder and in it? Two... ah, yes, humanoid females. The Feoorin, Salvatore was his name, started to rise. His pet snail? Disappeared into the folds of his clothes. Which was kinda gross, but you couldn't judge a Sith Lord. They were often very persuasive about the normality of their oddities.

"I believe this is our moment to shine." Salvatore murmured while going for his lightsabre. "You, Gamorrean. I hope you can fight."

Because that blue saber seemed to be very competent indeed.

 

[Shira Varanin]

Darth Wyrm Janick Beauchamp Grok

Shira straightened up and did her best to keep her footing on the ship's sloped cockpit. The Dark Side surged powerfully nearby - not just Janick breaching the fuel line, but another presence. She looked around, lightstaff up and ready.

There - the huge Feeorin beside the seated Gamorrean. Sith, no doubt about it even before he pulled a lightsaber.

Shira doused her lightstaff, clipped it to her belt, and raised both hands.

Fuel spurted from the broken line at greater rates, spraying over the area where the two aliens sat.

Oh, and the fuel was on fire.