Dominion How befuddling! (SJC Dominion of Makeb Hex)

[Jaeson Starchaser]

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Objectives​

Objective 1: The Mad Scientist ,Doctor Ludicrous Strange, hath demanded that the Jedi find various objects and bring them to him. He demands the following items; a rock that looks kind of like a dog, a widget that can help him cook, something blue that is true, and a person born and not. The prize for the winners of this hunt is his supply of Isotope-5.

… also he demands that Bantha’s be given the right to vote....

Objective 2: The Mad Scientist, Doctor Ludicrous Strange has unleashed a horde of legally distinct snitches from Harry Potter! They are just sort of running into people and hitting them and being a nuisance but we should probably stop them right?

Originally designed to stop high speed chases by following suspects from afar and out of sight until they can be apprehended safely the drones appear to have malfunctioned and are now running amok, perhaps this infection is spreading to other lower droids on the planet. This virus needs to be stopped, somewhere on the planet an ancient computer core is controlling it! Find it and put it down.

Objective 3: A local criminal network has seemingly gone mad along with the droids on the planet. They have strapped Kyra Perl to a rocket and are demanding that the Jedi pay them a ransom by midnight or else they launch the rocket into space!

Backstory​

Inane and insane, glad to be mad! Welcome to Makeb!

Resplendent plateaus with luxurious waterfalls dotted the surface of Makeb. It was a world of immense beauty with a powerful secret. The planet housed Isotope-5 a mineral known for its energy producing qualities and historically sought after by various groups. Rare beyond compare, it was a thing that people would fight and die for in days past.

Today the planet was abuzz in a literal sense and not with activity of shoppers and tourists. The planet it seemed had an infestation, not of traditional swarms of insects but of a small golden drone. Hundreds of thousands of the drones were casually swarming Talaos City.

At first they merely hung in the air, loitering about in the sky watching for criminals below and warning the local security forces when a major violation was carried out. They sent images and recorded everything. The progression came fast, first only more volatile offenders were reported but then the drones began to report lesser crimes until finally even a man crossing an intersection on foot before the light indicating his allowance to walk was cited and written up for the security agents to arrest.

Of course people being more open to interpretation of the law and its application than the simplest droid minds meant the police didn’t show up, not to those crimes they deemed minor. To the floating mass of gold above this was simply unacceptable! They cited the local police force and demanded they arrest themselves! When the police didn’t acquiesce to this request a nervous tick developed in the drones. They were aware at this moment that something had infiltrated and manipulated their programming but didn’t care. The drones attacked. Swooping down in great numbers the swarm descended upon the city assailing all ‘wrongdoers’ in their path.

When every misdemeanor and crime was treated as one in the same it was true to say that no person was safe, especially when the drones issued their mandatory stay at home order.

Enter Doctor Ludicrous Strange, inventor of the drones. By capturing one, at great risk to himself, he had found out that their programming had been manipulated by a virus, a technological marvel controlled from some sort of central hub. For the mad doctor there was only one thing to do, hiring mercenaries he quickly went to the vault storing his most potent cache of Isotope-5.

Returning to his lab and fortifying as best he could he came to a conclusion, he needed help. In order to entice others to coming to the aid of the planet he came up with a genius plan, he’d sponsor a scavenger hunt sending information to the Jedi that if they could find the items on his list locally on the planet he’d give them his entire Isotope-5 stash! Once they were on planet they’d have no choice but to help the people! It was perfect!

Meanwhile the city suffered, life grinding to a halt, only those with subway access from apartments or those criminals used to smuggling goods capable of moving around the city.

(Insert player character here) was first to arrive on scene. As if the madness of the surface wasn’t enough to deal with in the city criminals immediately got their hands on them! The Wild Bunch, a colorful local gang, immediately captured the unsuspecting outworlder and strapped them to a rocket. A message was sent out to the incoming Jedi, if they didn’t meet the gangs demands they would fire the rocket!

Can the Jedi save the day? Or shall madness reign at Makeb?

 

[Jaeson Starchaser]

Objective 1: Rescue Kyra Perl who hath been tied to a Rocket!

Starchaser, Jaeson Starchaser. The youth entered the scene on the planet in a moments notice. He’d gotten a message from Kyra saying she’d be on the planet and asking for assistance… of course upon arriving he got the message saying that she’d been captured and tied to a rocket like a pulp adventure holonovel. It was all insane, the planet had gone utterly mad with tiny drones flying around beating people up and a virus of sorts corrupting the various droids on the planet. Of course none of that particularly mattered to Jae.

The young man walked over to the bed at the hotel where he was staying and opened up his suitcase. Underneath a pile of clothing was a blaster pistol that reminded him of one a noir detective might employ.

From the Jedi he’d learned the location the girl was being kept and held the case containing the ransom, or rather that appeared to contain the ransom. Really it was a bunch of singles stacked with twenties on the outside, although how he even got that much credits was a minor miracle. It so wasn’t pulp, if it was pulp he would have had knockout gas in the case.

Taking a deep breath he walked out of the hotel and started down the chaotic street heading towards the rocket site. Maybe he wasn’t pulp, and should look at this situation more like a noir pulp fusion hybrid, him being the noir detective.

…

…

He walked, the hard pavement under his feet. Ahead of him was the villains, a large hulking man of indeterminate origin with the kind of face to make a pug grimace. He’d seen the pictures, Kyra was there tied to a rocket, a damsel in distress. He was unsure about what he thought about the dame, from the moment he met her he’d been smitten. Jae might have had a heart of ice but Kyra had eyes that could melt an icebox given enough time, and she’d melted him…..

Uhg, so maybe not noir. Jaeson moved to the speeder he’d rented and jumped in starting down the road. Time to rescue Kyra, and hopefully not go broke.

 

[Ura Iolar]

Objective 3: Rescue Kyra Perl !
Tags: Jaeson Starchaser

Ura had been on another mission when everything went to poodoo! Tiny droids kept trying to attack her, some wacko was asking for strange thing, and then there was the message that really had her worried. A message that a crime group were going to shoot Kyra up into space if they didn't get a ransom. What the heck had the Zetron up too since she left!? Whatever it was, Ura couldn't just let this happen. So she was trying to get to the rocket without more of these dang droids trying to kill her!

Thankfully, being Lervon made that easy. She didn't really take on a humanoid form for her entire trip, but now she was making her way to the rocket, hoping that she wouldn't be too late.

 

[Kyra Perl]

Object 3-- I hate you.


Kyra was tied to a rocket.

Yeah.

It was one of those kind of days.

The girl cussed and spat atop the staging platform, fighting against the chains that held her back. The mad scientist had even taken her cybernetic arm. The audacity! There was a story to how she had gotten here, but it hardly mattered when you were staring down a launch counter that marked your death. Her face was coated in soot, not much grace left to the fiery red head trying to levitate the whole rocket off its platform.

Her face contorted in her effort, and still the five-ton missal did not budge. Go figure.

Was it so much to ask that your arm didn't explode on you mid recon mission? I mean really Yula Perl . Someone was after the family fortune. Kyra saw how it was.

 

[Mi'la Undari]

Objective 1: Scavenger Hunt

Mi'la liked mysterious, and better yet she liked solving puzzles. So, when someone told her a scavenger hunt would play a key role in securing the safety of the planet, she had thought it an elaborate joke. Unfortunately, this was no joke. She sat in her speeder, looking over the list for the umpteenth time, her mind thinking this was still some sort of stupid joke being played on her. 'Oh, poor Mi'la can't use to force anymore' 'Just give her this scavenger hunt so she can feel important.'. She could quite literally see this being a conversation someone was having, and yet, she was looking at an official report from her superiors. The Twi'lek sighed, setting the datapad on the seat beside her, trying to work out what exactly she was going to do. A part of her wanted to just blow this assignment off, go back home and continue her research into Sith relics. And yet, she had gotten so tired of trying to feign usefulness. What was she really going to accomplish locking herself up and reading? She wouldn't get the force back, she wouldn't get any better at her skills, it was just something to numb the emptiness she felt without her powers.

She scowled, looking back to the stupid list she had been given, and feeling a tinge of frustration as she did so. If this nutcase wanted his fething garbage, then Mi'la would get it for him. Now, the important question loomed before her as she tried to figure out where to go from here: where in the hell was she going to find a dog shaped rock?

 

[Elijah King]

Location: Lydrax
Objective: BYOO - Liberate Lydrax from Pirate Overlords

Makeb wasn't the only system overrun with criminals. The entire Aida sector was gradually becoming a den of terror as organized crime from Hutt Space was pushed out of their territory by the xenocidal Bryn'adûl hordes advanced deeper south into the Northwest Quadrant.

Lydrax, an unassuming junk world, had become the new base of operations for the Blazing Claws. Essentially enslaving the local population of miners and salvagers, they used recycled materials to maintain and build their burgeoning fleet while striking out on raids against nearby neighbors. Most recently, they had devised a racket working with criminal elements of Makeb to extract Irellium and Isotope-5, and horde it to limit supply as a cartel and balloon the prices of the already expensive mineral, all while denying profits to the people of Makeb.

A few locals finally managed to smuggled themselves out of the system to alert the Silver Concord, which prompted several days of surveillance by the Silver Fleet. Now elements of the Silver Fleet and the Ailon Nova Guard descend upon the system, not only to liberate the locals, but to usher in a new age of prosperity with infrastructure projects and integration into the economy of Silver Space.

Silver and Ailon warships reverted at the edge of the system, close enough to alert the Blazing Claws of their presence by warping signatures, but still well far out of range for combat.

At the center of the battlegroup was Admiral King aboard the Bahumut, sitting in virtual conference with other commanders.

"It's just a formality at this point, but go ahead and hail the claws on an open broadcast," he ordered the ship's virtual intelligence.

There was a single chirp of acknowledgment from Bahumut, then a new holo pane popped up before him. The pane was equally divided in half by one blank square, and another that showed a reflection of the man as he spoke.

"This is Admiral King of the Silver Fleet, operating on behalf of the people of Lydrax. The Blazing Claws have subjugated local communes and other settlements against the wishes of their inhabitants, robbing them of their possessions and labor but that time is now over."

"This is your first and last warning: surrender and depower your ships, and you will be apprehended peacefully. Refuse and you will be met with force. You have fifteen minutes to respond."

Out of the view of the camera, he made a slicing motion to cut the broadcast. Now it was time to wait.

Not for compliance, of course. The Blazing Claws had an impressive fleet by pirating standards, and there was really nowhere else to go - Hutt Space was being closed in on by the three massive powers that was the Concord, Confederacy, and Bryn. Many would fight out of desperation to keep the petty fiefdoms they had carved out of the sector.

However, he was counting on a significant portion to be spooked into fleeing, splintering the force of the Blazing Claws.

He wasn't disappointed. Within minutes, warp signatures were detected as ships within the system began to jump to hyperspace. They thought they take the unannounced third option and just run like the cowards they were, but most of the pirate vessels would almost immediately find themselves plucked out of hyperspace as they fell into the trap of interdictors positioned at major egress routes from the system.

If they thought they were about to live to fight another day, Elijah would quickly quash such delusions.

 

[Yula Perl]

Objective 3 | Rescue dumb Kyra
Tags | Jaeson Starchaser | Ura Iolar | Kyra Perl

Kyra’s distress signal had Yula on edge. This planet was already strange enough, which said a lot given that Yula was used to being attacked by her own droids.

She’d already lost one sister, she wasn’t going to lose the other, significantly dumber one.

Pushing the speeder bike a little harder, the Zeltron was temporarily cautious about speed. The cycle was a newer model and she’d only tested the speed and maneuverability maximums a handful of times through the busy undercity of Terminus. Racing through Makeb, she got a better feel for the controls while dodging the strange flying droids.

Maybe if she was lucky, she could procure one for her own work. Oh well, Kyra first.

A ping on the dash console alerted her to a familiar presence a little ways ahead of her, heading in the same direction. Revving the engine, she sped further until she was able to pull up alongside Jaeson.

“Jae! Heeeeey, Jae, what are you—oof!”

One of the ariel droids had smacked her in the face, causing Yula to nearly lose control of the bike.

Always wear your helmet, kids.

 

[Jaeson Starchaser]

Objective 1: Rescue Kyra who hath been tied to a Rocket!
Tags: Kyra Perl Yula Perl Ura Iolar

Yula, a face he hadn’t seen before. He had actually met her before Kyra, and didn’t realize the two were related. Perhaps it was part of his patrons plan to be integrated into Perl family? Who knows, but he surely ended up around them enough.

Pulling down the window on the speeder he looked over at the girl who was riding beside him, “Hey Yula,” his voice cracked. He was still fairly certain she had pheromones despite what she had told him. One of the golden snitches slammed into her head making him wince in solidarity. He’d been hit by a few and most of the time they didn’t really do much, but they could cause some serious damage and besides at these speeds…

Was he jealous of her bike? Sure. He wasn’t going to admit it though. The truth was the Perl's had money and could afford these sort of fancy things, he just had to make due with what he could beg borrow or, once upon a time, steal. “That is why you should really use a solid full size speeder and not just a bike,” It was only moments after he said this that a small golden ball shaped droid used the opportunity to rush through his window and slam into his chest.

Involuntarily he slid the speeder a little wrestling in the cabin with the metallic drone. The vehicle swerve, recovered, and nearly side swiped Yula before he finally gripped the little drone and threw it. It zoomed behind them and spun off no doubt to cause trouble elsewhere. “Bloody snitches,” he said looking back at Yula more than a little embarrassed.

“Anyways, I’m off to save your sister,” he called over the wind and across the road and increasing his speed.

 

[Ura Iolar]

Objective 3: Rescue Kyra Perl because she can't breath in space.
Tags: Jaeson Starchaser Yula Perl

Ura continued to slide through the city, and closer to the rocket. As she went though, she noticed two people heading the same way. And the human told the Zeltron he was saving her sister? Odds were slim they were talking about someone else, so Ura was quick to come out of the corner, taking her humanoid form.

"Are you here to hel.... And he's gone." She then looked at the Zeltron on the bike as she shifted into a large feline looking creature, a Razor-Tail Tiger from her homeworld. "Well, better catch him. I'm Ura by the way." She would then quickly run after Jaeson, hoping to catch up just in case something happened.

 

[Janick Beauchamp]

Objective 2

Janick has remained mostly out of the limelight after the whole CNO episode, as well as trying to develop some alchemical device that could temporarily turn the user into a (super-)computer, depending on the user's intellectual capabilities, for some reason, Jedi being as unrefined as Sith in the area of cybersecurity, she couldn't help but make the trip to Makeb, with the alchemical modem on hand. Speaking of alchemical modem, she hoped that whatever caused the authorities in Talaos City to ask for external help would be compatible with it. For that purpose, she set out to attempt luring an infected drone so that she could get access to it. If she had to guess, she would be led to think that it was either a corrupted update or inappropriate security protocols that were used in the design of either the drones or the mainframe. All she feels she really needs for now is to disable the drone's propulsion system before she can even think of a diagnosis check. To this end, she tried to make for the civic square but because it was a fast-moving target, she preferred to use a variant of odojinya that would fry repulsorlift engines. Now, she would hope that its electronics would be usable for what she has in mind.

 

[Brooke Waters]

With the rest of her… what, generation, group, tet, creche? What, of Jedi and Forcers her age and level going out and assisting the galaxy. She had been helping Damian Starchaser on a few things, and helping some of the light-sided clans, more specifically the Blue Coral Divers, with settling on Kattada. The world was gorgeous and had so much to offer. But she was also a part of the Silver Jedi Concord, as a result. She wasn’t upset by that news, it gave her a purpose. And the Witch was setting herself out to assist where she could.

Playing the booth bunny when she had to, assisting Jedi students with grasping how the Force works and what it can do for you, and trying her best to be there for helping worlds develop. But today, she was hearing stories of an issue on the world that most of the Silver Concord was being directed to… Issues with some sort of technology? That was not going to go well. As a Witch, she didn’t really deal with technology any more than she had to, besides her spaceships, which had helped get her here. She was looking at the amphibian in the main cabin of the Starlit Sea. “No, you can’t come, its too far from the water…” She said, with a little pout to her lips. “I’ll be back soon.” She said as she waved a hand, making a small ball of the water from the mist being sprayed into the terrarium as she grabbed her lightsaber.

Her trident and netting were on her back, and she was in the padded wet suit she wore. Hopefully it’d protect her. She had heard that the tools of some Doctor were being lost on the world and they were causing mayhem. Hopefully she’d connect with other Jedi, but she was going to have to do something about these things, wasn’t she?

Sneetches, were they called? Wonderful.

 

[Kyra Perl]

Objective three: Seriously??

Was this.... was this duck tape holding her to the rocket? Kyra gritted and strained, trying to yank herself free. Couldn't ducktape, like, lift speeders and stuff off the ground if you used enough of it? Her father had put a roll in her spaceship, which meant she KNEW it was good for heavy duty stuff.

But seriously. Duck tape?

Oh she was never going to live this down. If just because she might just die in ... five minutes. Oh.

Oh great.

Little golden things zipped on passed her, one stopping to come back around and clonk her on the head. "Y'ouch!" She gasped, struggling pointlessly against the rocket. It stopped short, little wings pounding the air like a humming bird. She glared at it, beads of pain prickling across her forehead.

"What?" She snapped up at it.

It buzzed left, right, then moved in an inch closer.

"Oh don't. You. Dare."

It zipped in.

 

[Yula Perl]

Objective 3 | Rescue dumb Kyra

Tags | Jaeson Starchaser | Ura Iolar | Kyra Perl

Yula wrestled with the bike for a tense few seconds, eventually stabilizing the speeder before it could veer too sharply off course. She sneered at Jae’s suggestion while regaining control, and a few moments later the Starchaser had his comeuppance. Tossing her head back into the wind, Yula laughed loudly until Jae’s speeder nearly sideswiped her. Her laugh cut short by a gasp, the Zeltron guided her bike away with an abrupt tug at the handles.

“Watch it, Jae!” She called after him as he sped past her, glowering at the visage of his speeder now in the distance. Yula was about to speed up when a humanoid comprised of sand slid up beside her bike. She was a…what were they called again?

“Nice to meet you, Ura. I’m Yula. Hey, do you want a ride, I can—” Before she could finish, the Jedi shifted her form into a large feline creature, rushing off to catch up with Jae.

Not wanting to be the last one there, Yula slammed on the acceleration, chasing after Jae and Ura. She came on them rapidly, pushing the bike to accelerate to its limits. Yula had built the thing for speed, but with how quickly the seat was warming up, it became evident to her that there were still a few kinks to work out.

The dash console flashed a red warning just as Yula was about to pass Jae. “Aw, not again.” Sighing to herself, she summoned her strength and leap onto the top of Jae’s speeder, clinging to the antenna with both hands. They left the bike in the dust, where it exploded from overheating just a few moments later.

 

[Jaeson Starchaser]

Objective 3: Time to rescue the Kyra in Distress!
Tags: Kyra Perl Yula Perl Ura Iolar

It only took a matter of minutes, sparing only a tertiary glance to the rear for the living sand jedi, before Jae saw it. And by it he meant her, and by her he didn’t mean Kyra. Yula swerve in front broke off, blew up, and fell onto the top of his speeder. There was a temptation to turn the wipers on and spray her with washer fluid.

…

…

Jae turned the wipers on and sprayed her with washing fluid.

Yula was taking up most of his view requiring him to crane his neck and sit up straight arching his back to get as much height as he could to look over her at the road ahead. Occasionally one of the snitches surveillance drones would swoop in at the woman on his hood or banzai charge the side of the speeder denting the paneling.

The launch site for the rocket was up ahead and… boy it really was a rocket. These people had watched too many pulp adventures. He half expected Kyra to be in a night gown with natives riding dinosaurs surrounding her.

Slowing the speeder he stuck his head out the window and looked over at Yula.“That looks like the place,” he said in an exhausted tone. This really was all too much for him. He stopped the speeder as a snitch drone smashed into it and it's repulsors failed. The hover function ceased and the car fell to the ground with a rather satisfying thump. He was very certain that Yula had something to do with the mechanical failure but kept the thought to himself.

Pulling the blaster and lightsaber from the glove compartment and his belt respectfully he looked up at the hilltop rocket site and couldn’t help but smirk at the utter absurdity of the situation. Turning to Yula he then handed her a pocket square for her to dry off while turning to look at the sand person with rosy red cheeks. "I don't suppose you have any tricks that can help us here?" The sand made person seemed to be friendly or at the very least aligned to their cause of helping Kyra and had already displayed some abilities that were rather fantastical, although not altogether uncommon in the galaxy at large.

 

[Ura Iolar]

Objective 3: Keep Kyra Perl from becoming an astronaut.
Tags: Jaeson Starchaser Yula Perl

Ura was surprised when she heard Yula's name. She was sure she'd heard Kyra mention her before. Wait.... The club! She was Kyra's sister! Ura would continue to run after the two speeders though as they began to get closer, and she took one of those stupid droids to the face. "Gah! Stupid droid!" It probably sounded odd in her normal monotone, but Yula and Jaeson would be able to feel how annoyed she was at them. And then Yula's bike crashed.

Ura watched as she leapt onto the other person's speeder, clinging to an antennae before getting splashed with wiper fluid. Well.... He seemed.... Nice? As they finally made it to the spot, Ura shifted around into her humanoid form, and looked around for any clues. She then heard Jaeson and turned to look at him. "Well, I can completely control my form, so it's easy for me to slip into places. Also let's me be able to sneak other around."

 

[Brooke Waters]

As she stepped into the streets, she tapped her ear, where the headpiece was, to allow for free streaming of the emergency channels, on where she could go. The things were mechanical, but the galaxy depended on the electronics too much to set off an EMP. She had her own ideas. It involved the Force, and the blonde witch was one with the Force at times. As she made her way through the alley, she could hear one of the machines whizzing by. She could hear it, that meant it was going to resonate. A grin on her face.

Taking a second the blonde placed her trident and net on the ground. Focusing on the Force her voice a soft hum, a soft tunes began to escape her lips. The words were some mix of old Dathomiri, basic, and her own language, one shared between her and the Force, to help establish her spells. She had a bit of training with the Jedi, but while their powers were more effective in the short term, she felt she could do more with it using the … what she was calling ‘Blue Magick’ of the Clan. Her song was directed to allow her to sense the vibrations, through her tools, of the snitches, sneetches. She wasn’t sure the name.

The name didn’t matter. Her hands were over her trident, as the weapon was glowing, softly, a soft, azure, and her neck, that was being woven into the song and the Force to do the same, to stop the vibrations and bring the tools down. She wasn’t sure if they were the root of the problem, or merely a computer – Blaine is a pain and that is the truth—going crazy. In a moment, she felt the song had served its purpose.

She grabbed her trident, and her net.

 

[Kyra Perl]

Kyra looked down to find herself in a nightgown. It was pure white against her soot stained skin, untorn despite the sneeeeeetches aggravated assault.

"What?" Who was writing this script anyway?

The countdown timer ticked, the numbers big and bold against the paneling the size of a car. It was surreal. Like a holofick turned into real life, and Kyra was living it. Either that or she took another bad hit again. She really should stop buying pills off The Wookie behind The Rock.

In the distance, a speeder zipped towards her, a familiar feel tugging at her chest.

Yula? Jae? Ura?

The timer hit 3:00.

She screamed, her tone shrill enough to break glass.

 

[Janick Beauchamp]

Objective 2

Now that the lightning web was in place, the constant buzzing around the web would mean that she was doing something right. I hope that the lightning web would really just act as a repulsorlift jammer, she thought, while the lightning web was a bit out of the ordinary. Also, there was a drone falling out of the web, from an altitude low enough that there would be only limited damage to its systems. It's time to run some diagnostic checks. Of interest to her in such checks were whether updates were recently installed and, if so, whether they were corrupted. And they were: she wasted no time in trying to get to the source.

 

[Yula Perl]

Objective 3 | Rescue Kyra

Tags | Damian Starchaser | Ura Iolar | Kyra Perl

Yula glared at Jae through the windshield, ignoring the fact that she was the one who’d landed atop his vehicle and obstructing his vision.

Don’t you dare.

Then he did, and Yula put her durasteel nail implants through the glass. This helped her get a better grip and would also prevent Jae from getting his deposit back on the rental.

The Zeltron was thankful that she didn’t need to further sabotage the speeder, a smug sense of satisfaction lingering in her chest as one of the droids dive-bombed the repulsors.

No sooner had the group settled themselves did a screech ring through the air—one that Yula recognized.

“Kyra!” She called out in reflex. Following the sound of her sister’s scream, the group turned a corner to find Kyra clad in her pajamas and strapped to a rocket.

Yula stared for a moment, dumbfounded, and legitimately wondered if this was another bad spice fueled dream of hers.

Before she could test that theory, a literal horde of ariel droids descended upon them, seemingly intent on not letting the group make it to Kyra. The comically large timer at the base of the rocket flashed three minutes as Yula ignited her saber, using the orange blade to bat the little droids out of the way.

“We don’t have much time!” Grunting, she pushed forward. “Ura, do you think you can get in close to grab Kyra?”

 

[Mathieu Brion]

B E G O N E . S M U G G L E R S

Objective: BYOO
Tag: Cato Harth
Idea: Remove criminal smuggling ring
Location: Westwater Settlements

Had they been a little late to the party? Maybe. But that did not mean that there was not work to be done. While most of the Concord forces had been directed to the rather grave troubles at the planet's capital of Talaos City, a few of them, including Mathieu, had been sent to other major settlements. The task of the day was to either remove or weaken a highly problematic smuggling ring which had plagued the Westwater settlements and to an extent also the planet at large. If successful, the hope was that the locals would be ridden of a criminal menace and that their economy would boom as a result of tariffs and taxes being harder to avoid.

It was a beautiful planet with wonderful mesas, canyons, waterfalls and green grassy plains. Mathieu had almost forgot to pilot his freighter properly as he gawked at the awesome environment. This was one of those planets he wouldn't mind coming back to for leisure at some point. But then, there was a job which had to be done. Centring himself, he took the ship in towards one of the many landing platforms.

Like so many times before, he carried a practice sword and a stun baton as well as a blaster pistol for emergencies. It was fortunate that a Knight, Cato Harth, was there for the same objective as him. Sure, safety in numbers in all honour, what he really hoped for was to learn a trick or two from someone who knew what they were doing.

The walk from the landing platform to their meeting spot had not been a long one. Leaning back against a wall, Mathieu looked out over the streets - they were still busy with people going about their daily affairs - both by foot and by speeder up above. His eyes were soon drawn to a building complex up ahead. It was the main base of operations for the Westwater Smuggling Ring with what looked like a fast food restaurant serving as a front. The mission was rather simply, really, seeing as it mostly consisted of walking in and arresting the WSR leaders. But then, when were things ever simple?

In his efforts to blend in, Mathieu had taken off his Jedi robe and folded it over his arm whilst keeping an eye out for allies.