In Case of Emergency (Galactic Alliance Dominion of Thyferra)

[Chevu Visz]

There was some rather concerning chatter around the Jaso Sector that, despite its Protectorate defenses, Thyferra, the Inner Rim bacta planet was particularly vulnerable to those with darker interests in mind. With tyranny reborn in the Core, and as the One Sith and the Final Order were looming ever-closer to former Protectorate space, Thyferra’s Omega Pyre-owned bacta companies still made juicy targets, as did the shipments of valuable medical supplies and drugs, floating peacefully through its trade space, ready to be dispersed around a galaxy in dire need. The universe remained war torn from the Netherworld, and the after the battles raged on Contruum and Balmorra, these planetary tugs of war left people from the Tingel Arm to the Mara Corridor even more in need of the colorless, gelatinous commodity that some called the “miracle fluid.”

To assist the Omega Pyre with the possible disturbances, the Galactic Alliance landed dirtside with special operatives to deal with a budding crime wave in the planet’s main starport, Xucphra City. The Jedi from the Alliance’s New Jedi Order would amass to deal with any dark side threats. Finally, the skilled pilots of the GADF, or “Gee-daff” as their flyboys and girls liked to call them, were dispersed to deal with pirate attacks on merchant fleets. Because of efforts of the ragtag group of Jedi, military folks, emissaries, and agents known as the Galactic Alliance, Thyferran citizens would be living on a safer more prosperous planet. For now.

Objectives:

Spoiler

Objective A: Assist the Omega Pyre in protecting bacta plants from sabotage by nefarious competitors who want to try and control the market. How you’d like to do this is up to you, as there are several plants. You could be thwart a terror attack or help neutralize a cyber security threat.

Objective B: There’s a crime wave that’s cropped up in Xucphra City. Help clean up the sector by cracking down on thieves and slavers. Bust slave rings at various cantinas like the Plastoid Pitt and Morbo’s Place and arrest crime lords.

Objective C: Stop pirates from hijacking bacta supplies

Objective D: BYOO. Make your own story on Thyferra. Train padawans or soldiers, gather medical supplies for the Alliance, or build things on the planet, like laboratories and hospitals. Go nuts!

OOC:

Spoiler

Please use this template and number your posts:

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Location:
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[Coren Starchaser]

Objective: B
Team: Reluctantly [member="Chevu Visz"] and anyone who wants to deal with Coren
1/20

Thyferra.

A world that was important to [member="Aeron Kreelan"] and the rest of the Omega Pyre. He could understand why, and getting this close to the core, could anyone else feel that? Corellia was near. Coren could just about see the Golden Beaches, as they were, not after the One Sith got their hands on the world, after the Protectorate was beaten from the planet and the world was split in two. He was forever going to blame the Sith on the destruction of his homeworld.

He was going to do what he could to make sure this world was lead properly into the Alliance. The bacta supplies were something that needed protecting, and the set up from the Pyre was already here. He hadn’t sent anyone from the Underground here, it was going to be a run of tracking pirates through the streets.

The current Warden, former smuggler was ready for this. He was on the planet, his astromech following behind as he entered one of the cantinas.

 

[Kaia Starchaser]

Objective; C
Allies: [member="Sophia Walsh"] [member="James Justice"] [member="Dex Bastion"]
2/20

Kaia Starchaser was heading to Thyferra because word had it her father was going to be there. She hadn’t seen him in a few weeks, and it was time to get herself back into the Alliance space. The girl had been running trips to start pulling beacons from space and repurposing them as a transmitter of distress signals, along both SSC and GA transmissions. The hope was to start laying them in a direct path from Voss to Sullust to allow the two governments to send distress signals very quickly.

But she had a few other things on her plate too, and the much-more-serious-than-her-father Warden of the Sky had made a trip back to Thyferra. The Pyre was still running the show and calling the shots, which was perfectly fine for the Starchaser. She understood that many a famous pilot had called the Pyre home at one time or another

And she needed to replenish the Wandering Star’s stash. Her arrival was greeted with a bit of distress, FLEETCOM was calling out for pilots, as the Omega Pyre fleet had been on motions on the opposite site of the system, to assist with a situation. Pirates were targeting one of the outbound bacta convoys. The transmission was going out to any friendly vessels in the area.

“This is Wandering Star, received the updates, moving to assist.” She moved her light corvette to turn towards the direction of the convoy, behind her.

Of course it was.

 

[Aeron Kreelan]

Omega Pyre

Omega Pharmaceuticals
T h y f e r r a

Objective: A - Assist the Omega Pyre in protecting bacta plants from sabotage by nefarious competitors who want to try and control the market.


Location: Omega Pyre
Allies: Galactic Alliance & Omega Pyre
Enemies: Evil NPC folk trying to squat!
1/20


One of the major bacta-producing and distributing companies in the Galaxy. It is a Omega Pyre controlled company based on Thyferra. Thyferra is the source of the majority of the bacta in the galaxy, produced under Omega Pharmaceuticals, and the source of the strongest bacta.

Such high-quality product was generally not exported; if it was, it was sold at higher prices, although recent competitors like Silk Holdings have managed to level out the price. Export-quality bacta was, typically, nowhere near as effective, meaning that more grievous injuries required longer exposure in order to be properly treated and healed...

With the Protectorate reverting back to the core worlds of Yag'Dhul, Fondor, and Thyferra, the large Task Force defenses orbiting the worlds were now a familiar sight. It did not, however, prevent would be radicals from trying to get a piece of the Bacta Trade from Omega Pyre.

There had been a series of attacks on several Bacta facilities, and investigations have led a merry chase to discover who exactly was at the root of it...

 

[James Justice]

Objective: C-Stop Pirates
Location: Smaller moon of Thyferra
Allies: Master [member="Sophia Walsh"] [member="Kaia Starchaser"] [member="Dex Bastion"] and all Alliance
Enemies: Pirates--and anyone else unlucky enough to find themselves in James' cross hairs
01/20

Ice crystals formed themselves on the viewport, making delicate, beautiful lattices. It was too bad they would be gone the moment James raised the systems back up and was active. However, it was still lovely, however long it lasted. The near-human stretched his limbs and blinked twice. These HUD contacts were starting to bother him because of the chill. However, he would still wait. He would wait for this new Master Walsh to come and help him. Never heard of this fellar. Hope they are game for standing long side and fighting with us on the fronts.

His cigarette puffed out a fresh layer of smoke around him as James imagined an old man in worn robes with a long grey beard lecturing him about "what he was true--from a certian point of view." On the other hand he could envision a small strange alien screaming "control, control, you must learn control."

James sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose, "What has I gotten me self into?"

R3-D8, his loyal astromech droid gave a cheery reply.

"Ye's right, they be good people, I should give him a chance," he grumbled, "I just hope the old man's arthritis isn't too bad where I gots to open jars for 'im. Until then, wait to ambush these pirates with 'im."
Little did James know how wrong he was.....

He heard the comm buzz with a female's voice, and scrambled to answer it. Supressing his normal first instinct to flirt, he made an attempt at professionalism "Aye, this be Drunken Angel, reading we are err--" he thought for the most military sounding term, "standing by gone dark, arrived on point 3 hours ago, zero sign of pirates, we read your bearing at 010-Mark-000. Repeat on your bearing at 010-Mark-000. Waiting further instructions, you copy thar?"

 

[Nubica Felidae]

[Post = 1/20]​

Objective: B (yes, an actual objective)
Location: On the streets
Allies: None yet
Enemies: None yet

She walked quickly through the packed streets. Her unassuming features — pale skin, brown hair, green eyes, average build — allowed her to blend easily into the crowd. Her robes were the most recognisable thing but they typically didn’t draw unwanted attention.

The area was a landscape of unfettered urban sprawl. It was a glorious free-for-all. Run-down residential buildings were scattered haphazardly among seedy-looking commercial structures; factories abutted restaurants and clubs, with no regard for the toxic clouds of filth spilling out over the patrons. With no traffic rules in force, airspeeders and swoop bikes darted and dived in seemingly random directions, sometimes flying so low the pedestrians ducked and covered their heads.

As she turned a corner, she realised someone was following her. She hadn’t actually seen anyone on her tail, but she could sense it. She could feel eyes watching her, scoping her out, measuring her as a target.

At street level, everything was a chaotic mishmash of bright, flashing colours. A constant assault from an army of pink, purple, green, and blue signs and billboards provided perfect camouflage for whoever might be following her. Fortunately the intensity of the inescapable neon was muted by the layer of grime that clung to every surface — a reminder of the unchecked pollution in the atmosphere.

It wasn’t easy to pick someone who looked suspicious out from the crowd. The population was as varied, unpredictable, and seedy as the surroundings. It appeared to be a common gathering place for criminal elements from all corners of the galaxy: Black Sun slavers, Rodian pickpockets, Twiílek hustlers, Chevin stim dealers. Any and all illicit activities were tolerated — and it had to stop.

 

[Darth Carnifex]

With the collapse of the Protectorate brought forth new opportunities for those wishing to capitalize on the rich territory they left behind. With the rise of the Alliance in the galactic Southwest, they were one of the few in a prime position to capitalize on the Protectorate's disbandment, and one of the few to discover some dark secrets hidden away on those bountiful worlds. It is that fear that brought the Sith Lord, Darth Vornskr, back to the lush worlds of Thyferra. In ages past his parents had constructed an estate within the Thyferran wilderness sometime after they were banished from their homeworld of Panatha due to this practice of black magic and covered incestuous relationship. When they were both brutally murdered by their eldest son, Kaine Zambrano, he inherited all of their wealth and the massive estate they had built with it. When the Protectorate discovered that a Sith Lord had been residing on one of their planets, they promptly ran him out and the estate was left an abandoned ruin ever since.

But the graves of his parents still remained, and those who wished to learn of his dark past could use their corpses against him.

So that was why a small, unmarked shuttle had slipped past Alliance forces to skim across the treetops to land at the deserted landing zone that was connected to the shelled out estate. Vornskr disembarked from the shuttle, wearing a heavy cloak that disguised his features alongside the Sith amulet that dangled from his neck to conceal his presence in the Force. He cast a couple of glances around before entering the shadow of the estate, eager to erase his past.

[ 1 / 20 ]​

 

[Gabriel Sionoma]

Objective B: Help assist removal of slaving rings and root out criminal groups
Allies: [member="Chevu Visz"], reluctantly [member="Coren Starchaser"] (unless he tries to shoot me)
Location: Thyferra
[1/20]

Ever present, he was intent on proving his worth to the Galactic Alliance. Even as Chevu held the control of his collar, assuming the marshals hadn't taken it away, he was insistent. They could control his neural pathways with a flip of a switch but they couldn't stop his desire and hope for redemption.

Having been a slave for a substantial portion of his life and having known that Chevu had been impacted by the process, he knew the importance of destroying such practices. Uprooting them from influence, he would manage his way into a known syndicate and attempt to destroy it from the inside out. Too bad about the collar on his neck, it might not help seal the deception that he was merely looking for an opportunity to make a purchase. But where there were obstacles, there were ways around it.

Pulling up his armorweave robe, he looked towards the open streets of the planet and attempted to discern the normal state of business. Specific garb, specific body language, would all go towards the clues that might lead to something significant. On his back, a lightsaber rested in case it was needed. But he was hoping information obtained would be enough to call int he GADF, prevent him from having to serve out justice when maybe he wasn't the best medium for it. Not yet.

 

[Kiyron]

Objective B
Location: Cantina
Allies: [member="Coren Starchaser"] [member="Nubica Felidae"] [member="Chevu Visz"] [member="The Revenant"]
Opponents: NPC scum, forever and always the indomitable [member="Darth Vornskr"] Soon
(1/20)

The Starchaser man had been in a dark mood, compared to what Kiyron had heard, and it seemed to relate somehow to the brother of the Wrath and Starchaser's former apprentice. What that all entailed was beyond him. Nothing in the Republic intelligence ministry he had had access to had any information that the man had a brother. So that was something he was not getting involved in. He was here to kick in some doors, flatten a few folks, knock out some teeth, and use weapons if necessary. Shatter some slaver rings. That was what he had been told, and the ex-commando was planning to do just that.

So he followed behind Coren and the astromech some distance, apparently not connected, but he was there as back-up if need be. His bounty hunter persona would be of some use here. He was looking for someone. Someone believed to have connections to cartels here and he would pay for the information and to keep it on the down-low from the government and the arriving Galactic Alliance. No need to get officials coming in for any arrests. It was best that way.

But for now, he split over to the left, away from Coren. The man would do his own investigation and Kiyron would run a complementary one. When things got heated, they'd reconvene the committee and do some bashing. He nodded to the bartender and leaned forward across the desk, sliding a few credits across. One more quick glance of the room and then a discreet nod.

"A... friend of mine mentioned this place," He said softly, "But then... he vanished. Might he have stopped by recently?"
The bartender raised an eyebrow at him and placed a finger on the credit chip. Kiyron removed his hand and let the man slide it over before continuing.

"He works in a trading business, one governments here frown on." The bartender's face froze. "So if you could point me in the right direction...."

 

[Alasdair Sitra]

Objective: C
Location: Space...
Allies: [member="Kaia Starchaser"] [member="Sophia Walsh"] [member="James Justice"]
Enemies: DAMN PIRATES!
01/20

One week after the Vandelhelm Incident
Two Weeks Prior to the Thyferra Operation

Supreme Commander Nemo Ven had personally come down to see Dex in the military hospital on Sullust as he recovered from the nasty effects of the Vandelhelm incident. The Mon Calamari while escorted by a small group of professional bodyguards was surprisingly personel with the GADF pilot.
“I should have you arrested for that stunt you pulled against that Star Destroyer, arrested twice for disobeying orders and going external.” He had said, with a smile or at least from what Dex could remember he was smiling.
“Just doing my job.” Dex replied, his face still sore from the effects of nearly ten minutes in a vacuum.
“No, you disobeyed orders and risked your life, Tionne’s life and the life of everyone around that Star Destroyer.” Nemo sat down on the end of the med-bed. “Which is why you are now in charge of Red Squadron.”
“Pardon sir?”
“You are now in charge of Red Squadron.”

Current Day
The Thyferra Operation

“This is Red Leader we are beginning our patrol vector.” It was the first time Dex had been back in actual space since the Star Destroyer over Vandelhelm and even now with his face still baring bruising and swelling he couldn’t have been happier.
<“Copy that Red Lead, continue on current course.”> The radio signal came from a large cruiser-esq ship that took up a large part of the space in front of them. Bacta Convoy-12 it had been dubbed and it had fallen on Red Squadron, along with most of the GADF to ensure that it and the large amount following got through the territory unharmed.
“Course is set Bacta Convoy-12, set frequencies and prepare to steam ahead.” Dex closed his comm with the convoy and sighed to himself. He hadn’t been trained for this, Red Squadron was trained to dogfight, not escort. Somewhere he could just imagine Supreme Commander Nemo Ven having a good laugh.

<“Calling assist, calling assist.”>
Dex sparked up at the interrupting comm channel. “This is Red Squadron, what do we have?”
<“This is convoy three. We have pirate forces inbound, I repeat pirate forces inbound.” >
“Copy that.” Dex looked around him, his space was clear he could go help, but that would leave his convoy unassisted. Then again they were Red Squadron, what was a few pilots. “Red Wing one, form up on me. We have a new objective, Red Wing two continue with escort.”
<“Copy that.”>
<“Read you loud and clear.”>
<“Oh man, why do I have to stay on escort.”>
<“Because you’re slow.”>
<“I’m twice as fast as you are any day.”>
“Cut the chatter.” Dex said while trying to hide a smile. “I gave the groupings now follow it through, Red Wing one, with me.”
The four X-wings pulled away from the main convoy and instead headed back around towards the planet where somewhere pirates were doing the wrong, damn thing!

 

[Sophia Walsh]

Objective: C-Stop Pirates
Location: Smaller moon of Thyferra
Allies: [member="Kaia Starchaser"] [member="Dex Bastion"] [member="James Justice"]
Enemies: Pirates --- Rawr!
01/20

Stopping pirates was one thing but agreeing to take on a padawan was another. Stopping smuggler and pirates alike had been apart of her job in the Navy. She had been good at it, so good she made Captain before her elder brother. It was what she had always wanted to do command her own ship but things had fallen apart after a few years. After her medical leave Sophia hadn't gone back to the Navy but struck out on her own.

Now here she was flying again and not only that Captain Walsh had somehow managed to get herself roped into training a Padawan. Sighing she shook her head looking to her co-pilot Snow with a light smile before turning back to the controls. "What have we gotten ourselves into boy?" Sophia didn't expect an answer from the gray and white wolf whom she had initially gotten as protection but had become her best friend. She wasn't worried about him, he could tear apart whomever the enemy was.

As she got closer to the destination Sophia couldn't help but wonder whom this James Justice was and what he was all about. Hopefully he knew how to behave himself and wasn't going to be giving her any problems. If he planned to she would have him cleaning Spitfire with a toothbrush so fast his head would spin. She knew how to handle insubordinate ensign and lieutenants. A padawan couldn't be that different though they should have probably met before now.

"Copy that Drunken Angel my scanners are not picking up any pirates. Hold that thought" She paused for a moment as her scanners began to blink red showing that there were unfamiliar ships coming their way. "I'm picking up something coming in on the right. Do you see that? I'm going to go check it out." There would be time for pleasantries and a meet and greet later. It was time to get down to business.

 

[Coren Starchaser]

Objective: B
Allies: [member="Chevu Visz"], [member="Kiyron"], [member="Nubica Felidae"], other Alliance
Enemies: [member="The Revenant"] [member="Darth Vornskr"]
3/20

Right, cantinas. A former smuggler and a current student of the Aing-Tii, Coren Starchaser was a child of many worlds. But one thing was always the same about him, he protected freedom. Freedom of the skies, freedom of the seas, freedom of the beings in the galaxy to safely make their own choices as to where they stood in the greater scheme of things. There were many beings who would not make the sound choices, the ones who decided the life of crime, of sabotaging others for their own personal gain was the best bet.

And right now, Coren was here, on Thyferra hunting just those latter types. The Sith were the supreme evil, but there were the lesser forms of filth who would step over the line into the domain where the Warden of the Sky stepped in to clean them up. Blaster on his hip, taking up the slot most would use for grenades on his belt, the Starchaser was walking in spacer clothes. He had armor, sure, but at this moment? He didn’t need it.

So, there he was, Commander Coren Starchaser of the Alliance, still in the outfit, despite every intention to leave. Here to make sure that certain faces didn’t turn like he was fully expecting them to, and try to murder everyone around him. His astromech was here to record and observe, and provide a bit of slicing support, should he need it to find his targets. He also had Kiyron with him, an unproven asset, but he would do. Maybe the man would join the Tiburons.

The Tiburons, he still needed to find them, but his ships, Lexi, the LAA, everyone, was scanning frequencies, looking for the Architects. Between that loss, and the Wrath of the Dark Lord within the ranks of the Alliance?

Coren saddled up to the bar and took a drink from the tender. Listening was the best way to hear what was going on within the galaxy, from spacers, pirates, and hunters. Would he hear what was going on to one of the newer members of the Alliance? He wasn’t sure. Looking up to the drinkslinger he was dealing with, Coren nodded. “So, looking to move some things off world. But, I need to get it to the shipyards, and the Pyre has been locking my vessels down. Know of anyone?”

 

[Matsu Ike]

Objective: D
Location: Air
Allies: [member="Sophia Walsh"] if you are here
Enemies:
01/20

The bacta, with the healing juice on Manaan well having been tainted by the sith there wasn't much more they could do but Matsu knew this was a good place to be and set up as she was workign with her doctors and healers. The bacta for the medical group and some of their equipment as she hoped to display the pricessing implants to [member="Coren Starchaser"] and get him to buy them for his men or women. Nothing like getting healing juice and stims as needed into the body quickly while she led them towards the buildings with a small group of ranger's in case of pirates or other elements trying to sabotage the efforts.

 

[Kaia Starchaser]

Objective: PIRATES, AVAST, ARRRRR SHIVER ME TIMBERS
Allies: "Top Gun" [member="Dex Bastion"], That guy from Independence Day [member="James Justice"] and Miss Congeniality [member="Sophia Walsh"]
Enemies: Pirates
4/20

The Wandering Star was a large vessel, for a personal ship. But it suited Kaia all too perfectly. She had heard word that her father had intended to bestow the Rising upon her when he constructed ShortFin but that wasn’t going to happen. It didn’t, and she hadn’t held her breath. She loved her ship, and it was going to help her through a lot of things, like this mission.

Yeah, maybe it was a light corvette and not a sporty freighter, but it did what she needed to do, it was a home for her. The engines were changing speed, powering up to full as she was heading for the convoy. She would get there but she’d take her time, for certain. And well, with the group she had, with Maverick and Goose going to Top Gun, or whatever Dex was doing, because Kaia didn’t know, but Corey approved of the new Red Group Leader.

“Red Squadron, this is the Wandering Star, I’ll follow you in, can help secure the freighters if you can get the pirates off.” She looked on her screen once more. Weapons were powering up on her own vessel. “Bacta Convoy, this is Star. Fighters incoming for support.

She was hoping that the other two fighters that she saw on her screen would join. It looked to be quite the fight, an aging Maurader Corvette, handful of freighters and at least a squadron of uglies were heading for the convoy.

 

[Chevu Visz]

Objective: B, stop criminals
Location: Heading for the cantina
Allies: [member="The Revenant"] [member="Coren Starchaser"] [member="Kiyron"] [member="Nubica Felidae"] [member="Aston Jacobs"]
Enemies: NA
1/20

Chevu had been working on getting Gabriel's collar removed, but the other Jedi were insistent that it was still too great a risk to not have the twin brother of the Wrath of the Dark Lord kept in check around their key people. So, reluctantly Chevu still held the device that controlled the thin strip around the man's neck. The small chrome device usually sat unused in her jacket pocket. She trusted Gabriel after being intimately shown his memories. The mind-walking forged a bond between them, one of two bonds they shared.

Nope. Nope. Nope. She couldn't think about that now, lest she completely lose focus on their mission and freak the feth out. The pair were on the streets of Thyferra in an entertainment sector. She had spent the morning walking dangerously close to known hideouts of Thyferran criminals, reading the thoughts of thieves, spice dealers, and street urchins. After a while, she hooked her fish, a big lead on a crime syndicate that was attempting to infiltrate the city.

"This way," she said to Gabriel, her tone suggesting an almost obsessive focus on her task. The Mirialan Knight nodded towards the cantina where she was meeting Coren and the others. She hadn't seen Starchaser since the day of the trial, whether his intention or not, and had no idea what his reaction to her would be, but at least he was still with the Alliance and not flying around in Wildspace or the Unknown Regions. That was a minor miracle.

 

[Aston Jacobs]

Objective:B Fight crime.(Keep The Peace)
Location:Catina
Allies:[member="Chevu Visz"][member="Coren Starchaser"][member="The Revenant"] [member="Kiyron"] [member="Nubica Felidae"] -(It's just good business)
Enemies:Crime
(1)

Aston's hand stopped a glass as it slid over to him while he bides his time. Another planet, this one in Aston's opinion was vital for the Galactic Alliance, for other reasons but primarily one in his mind was the security of the bacta supplies. Thyferra would be a key element in the Alliance's future battles, as the need for bacta would be great, it also was a potential target for attacks by anyone would look to seize such supplies. With the Alliance here and establishing a foothold, things would look better for the Alliance and for the people of Thyferra in general.

The only thing that was left was to deal with a few loose ends here and there. In particular the crime and gangs that seemed to have garnered a power here. They were here to prevent that. However it would look like Aston was here just to drink, that wasn't the case at all. He just got an early jump in his step. Didn't always happened, but when it did it he took it. "Keep them coming." Aston said as he gave a small inconspicuous glance over to Coren and then looked ahead. Aston let out a small sigh, thus a small smirk appeared across his face as he raised the glass to his lips.

"Hey, not bad." Aston thought, all the while keeping his ears open while also trying to blend in as best as he could in a casual smuggler attire.

 

[Gabriel Sionoma]

Objective B: Help assist removal of slaving rings and root out criminal groups
Allies: [member="Chevu Visz"], reluctantly [member="Coren Starchaser"] (unless he tries to shoot me)
Location: Thyferra
[2/20]

Lights flickered in strobes and pulsing hues, purples and pinks and blues. The world around them was noisy and alive, gyrating around them as if a sentient being with purpose and a pretty rough diagnosis of ADHD. Flickers of pictures streamed across mobile billboards and advertisements.

Chevu gave a nod a single cold phrase to Gabriel, indicating towards the Cantina. He gave a look of silent concern, watching her move away from him. He had hit her with a bit of information, the sort she assuredly wasn't prepared for. But she had time to deal with it, internalize it, and decide where to go next. For her and for him. But that wouldn't stop him from being concerned, the likes of which she could easily sense. He wasn't a Jedi, emotions were important in understanding oneself. It wasn't the absence of emotions that made one powerful, it was the ability to cope with them healthily and still make the right decisions. So yes, he was concerned.

Following her into the cantina, he stood close by and whispered. "Are we meeting someone here? Or do you have a lead?" He was content to wander, to pick up the scent of the rings in the fresh outside air. But a helpful hint would be helpful either way. Gabriel hadn't developed the proximity with Coren that would cause an ability to sense his presence. There was force sensitivity in the cantina, just not the type he could pinpoint. He focused himself, becoming an open antenna for the force and what signals of precognition it would send. While the lightsaber sat on his back, the collar on his neck, he was fully anticipating the eventual need to defend himself in the pressing future.

 

[Jannik Morlandt]

Objective D: Overwatch, of sorts. Presently pursuant to Objective A.
Location: Irrelevant - somewhere central
Allies: [member="Felicity Mason"] | [member="Aeron Kreelan"]
Post: 1/20

While training rooms were safer, they were limited. There was no better way to train sometimes, than in the moment, 'on the job', so to speak, and there was plenty of opportunity for that in congruence with intents and objectives of the Galactic Alliance. It was fertile ground for the training of Jedi, and that included seers. None were more skilled for the purposes of split-second battle intel, when trained appropriately for it. Morlandt himself hadn't been trained, per se, but the knowledge was without a doubt inherited. He was cautious on the matter of accepting Hákon's offerings, but it seemed that there was a harmony as of late in his mind, that the essence with which he had merged agreed with these movements.

"How do you feel, Felicity," he said, crouched near the edge of the rooftop, looking this way and that, "being somewhere so precarious?"

Every word he said, mattered. The question was a gauge, rather than the vague query after fear, without cause for the asking. They were here to be the 'eyes' and 'ears' of sorts; well, he was. She was here to learn. He stepped back from the edge, and went over to where the Naboo native sat, as she had been instructed. A breeze toyed with flags on a parallel rooftop; he shoved his hands into his pockets.

"Are you ready to begin?"

His senses stretched for miles, his eyes not closed. The overlay of what he 'saw' over what he could see had ceased to be a bother to his eyes long ago, on account of communing with the Force in the matter of farsight in such a manner had been at times unsafe.

 

[Felicity Mason]

Objective D: Overwatch, of sorts. Presently pursuant to Objective A.
Location: somewhere central
Allies: [member="Jannik Morlandt"] | [member="Aeron Kreelan"]

If you asked Felicity how she'd gotten here, why she was doing this, all you would get would be an open mouthed dumb-look and a silent shake of her head. It wasn' that she was afraid of heights, or anything. Hell, it wasn't even that she wasn't used to climbing on roofs (back on Naboo, she had endless hours of fun walking across the palace rooftops and climbing walls). But to be, not only allowed to do this, but encouraged? Why, she felt like a child again.

She watched the horizon from the rooftop with a smile. The outfit that she'd bought on Zeltros had come in handy at last! Felicity had only worn trousers on rare occasions, and always part of a uniform. Stiff, formal, uncomfortable. But this was so free! Not half as revealing as most clothes she had come across on that planet, but hardly prudish either. She felt, well, stylish! And comfortable. Like a normal nineteen year old.

She pushed loose strands of hair out of her face and back into her braid as the breeze whipped across the roof. It was chilly up here. Now she wished she'd also worn the jacket that matched.

"How do you feel, Felicity, being somewhere so precarious?"

The young woman grinned and stood up on the roof, testing the traction of her boots on the tiles.

"I feel right at home."

And that was the truth. Way up high, winds whipping through her hair. It felt like Imerria too. The castle in the wastelands where she'd spent so much of her life.

"Are you ready to begin?"

"Just tell me what I have to do."

 

[EmKay]

OBJECTIVE: B - CRIMINAL CRACKDOWN
LOCATION: ALLEY BEHIND CANTINA
ALLIES: [member="Coren Starchaser"] ; [member="Chevu Visz"] ; [member="The Revenant"]
ENEMIES: CRIMINALS
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Zur-Ksi had a few minor flaws to him, one was that he was bad at parties. When you wore a crown of spikes and your entire body was covered in ceremonial tattoos, that tended to be one of the side-effects. Still, he had to keep true to Alliance ideals since he was here, and the criminal mind was something he was more familiar with than field warfare or cyber security. While Starchaser manned the interior and a Jedi and her pet roamed the streets, Tachon elected for a more obscure approach. Wait in the shadows for people to do what people do best. Talk. He did not have to wait long, either. Around the corner he heard voices, and when he slid his way through the dark to get a better listening vantage, he picked up on some details.

Apparently, there was a big smuggling operation, tied in to one of the bacta raids that would happen tonight. The Iridonian was sure that others could take care of the raid itself, but if he could trace the black market smuggler, or even the boss, he'd have done his job of making the galaxy a safer place. Or something. He pulled out a small datapad and crouched down to obscure the emitted light, then pulled on a nub to reveal an extendible microphone. He slipped that under the rough fence he was hiding behind, and watched the speech transcribed to text before his eyes.

"...That special docking bay."
"Over across-"
"Yeah, the one across town."
"You mean with the sewer access?"
"No no, we're not using that one, the other one. Next to-"
"Oh, next to that brothel."
"Yeah, that place is fun isn't it?"
"Got that right. Might stop in. See you at the bay."

Tachon retracted the cable and tucked everything back up. He had a lead, now he just needed to make it across town, figure out which of the many docking bays was the elusive private one next to or inside of a potential red light district but more likely an illegal prostitution ring, which he could try to break up while he was there, and locate the ship waiting for the bacta shipment. This was panning out to turn into a very busy night.