Kessel Konundrum; Imperial Skirmish of Jedi-Controlled Kessel

[Kaiza Pawaro]

“Right. And those soldiers two meters away have barely stepped out of your system as well.” Kaiza retorted dryly, slipping into sarcasm as she always did when particularly frustrated or in battle. Maybe though, just maybe, she had a chance to take advantage of the opponent’s chatty nature. Slowly, she put one foot forth and took a step closer, slowly leaving the cover the container offered behind. At the same time, Kaiza slightly angled her azure sword’s position, pointing the tip towards the sky rather than having it menacingly near the feline sentient.

“The Silver Jedi have closed the last spice mine on Kessel years ago.”

The helmet opened itself, revealing a yellow, tattooed face crowned by raven black hair. Green eyes immediately established eye contact, voice calm to soothe any and all worries.

“I don’t know what you were told, but our reports indicate the recent flow of spice is a work of Sith and their Imperial friends. Whether those spaceport workers have anything to do with that is irrelevant now – nobody has the right to gun them down like animals. What your people do is barbaric.”

And another step forward, lightsaber now able to reach the cat-person if Kaiza desired to strike. Her hands made no such attempt though, despite the Mirialan’s muscles flexing, ready to lunge forth.

"Just give up. Nobody will hurt you. You have my word."


[member="Ailuros"]

 

[TK-1515]

Cargo Port #41​

Kessel ​

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Operation Spice Flow​

Kessel​

851 ABY​

TK-1515​

Call-sign: Sigma Lead​

Objective: Support Pestilence's advance by securing the space port's auxiliary service gate. ​

Actor status.

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TK-1515. Sigma Squad: Engaged by [member="Luyioth Dakwin"]
[member="Max Fel"] mentioned as Lord Fel

A ball.

The sergeant stared at the object between his knees, a small plastic sphere that was roughly the size of a grenade. The stormtrooper's comm was still buzzing in his ear, an acknowledgment of some sort from Lord Fel , but he was hardly paying attention to the reply. For a whole second, TK-1515 started at that ball between his knees. He remembered the feeling of surprise and how that quickly morphed into bewilderment. He remembered the fear he felt when he rolled out of cover, only to discover a grenade sized projectile falling towards him- how he dropped to his knees to protect himself from the explosion. Imagine his shock when the 'grenade' didn't explode, instead the plastic sphere slammed against his faceplate and landed between his knees.

They thew a ball at me.

Outrage couldn't begin to describe the sergeant's feelings; this is a battle. People are dying, and someone on the other side just hit him in the face with a goddamn sportsball. He felt mocked, laughed at by an inferior opponent, and he bounded to his feet with the ball clutched between his fingers. "Sigma! Full suppression!" 1515 spat into his command channel, the heat of which can almost be felt by each member of the squad. Their sergeant's darkening temper only motivated Sigma and they moved as one, springing out of cover to unload a hail of fully automatic blasterfire. The firepower from seven E-11s and one T-21 created a canopy of red light, which washed against the gate defenses like a wave. Although impressive, the squad was shooting wild and inaccurate, the seven of them wont be able to hold off the return fire for more then a couple seconds. Which was just enough time for TK-1515 to; tear off his detonation charge, force it between the ball's plastic shell, and set it for an impact timer.

Probably should give it back to them.

He waited for the return fire to start, when the defenders felt save enough to poke their heads out to fire. TK-1515 was rolling into the open when they did, ducking under an incoming blaster-bolt to land with his leg and arm outstretched in a thrower's stance. He twisted then, arching his shoulder downward while propelling the ball with his right hand- sending it in a near perfect spiral towards the enemy position.

 

[Causstik Rahn]

CRACK!

The whip fell upon bare flesh like a hammer. The great muscled Trandoshan beater raised his arm again for another blow. “Faster you dogs! Push or we’re all going to die!” He shouted at the slaves working the turbines that powered the shield generator. The room was hot and steam shot from the floors at random intervals. The half naked slaves were starved and emaciated, but still they worked with all their might lest they meet a untimely demise. Some simply collapsed on the floors from exhaustion. The Trandoshan beaters would approach the collapsed sentient and whip him until he got back up or died. The smell of sweat, blood and death permeated the air. It was enough to make those without an iron stomach retch.

This was the generator and heart of the S.S. Scorekeeper. A slave ship owned by the warlord Causstik Rahn. As it sailed through space towards Kessel it was careful to avoid the naval battle taking place between the multiple Imperial warships and single Silver Jedi craft. Aboard the bridge Causstik’s second in command Crossk sat in the hide bound command chair. All over the bridge Trandoshans sat at terminals reading off technical data and maintaining the ships point defense systems. As they approached the large asteroids atmosphere Crossk addressed his crew.

“Prepare the cargo freighters. Have one pick up the War-Chief,” He growled and the crew raced to do his bidding.

Talons flew across terminals as orders were sent down the chain of command. Ships were prepared and hundreds of Trandoshan warriors as well as slaves loaded into the cargo haulers. The ships left for the rendezvous point, but one trailed off the main trajectory and flew towards the battlefield.


Causstik watched as the Jedi gripped his gut. A clear indication the Trandoshan’s shots had connected. Normally he would press the advantage , but a crazed trooper charged the force users firing his weapon all the while. Causstik checked his holowatch and knew that his play time was up. “Well clone, I’ll leave you too it,” He growled quietly. He couldn’t even hear himself talk over the screaming of the voices.

KILL THEM!

KILL THEM NOW!!!

But, despite the calls of the Score keeper Causstik knew he had a job to do. So, he did his best to ignore them and readied himself for what was to come next. He didn’t have to wait very long as a dropship roared over the battle field. It landed amongst the burning refuse and the cargo hold opened up. Several Trandoshan warriors poured out, guns at the ready. They secured the perimeter while Causstik turned his back on the Jedi and Inquisitor. He boarded the craft and the Trandoshan tribals followed suit. The ship departed with a whir and by the time it met up with the rest of it’s small fleet the real battle was already under way.

 

[Riamah]

The cat looked at her with a bit of confused look, "those soldiers have never even been in my system, I'm sure." Ailuros took her words are face value and their exact meanings.

The body language and posture of Kaiza changed and while she didn't lower her weapon, she at least moved it so it wasn't threatening Ailuros any longer. To accommodate the Jedi's movements, the cat stepped backward gracefully. Her own body language unthreatening.

"Hey that's false. I'm going to show you something."

Calmly reaching into her belt, she took out a baggy. Inside that baggy was pure spice. On the outside was a worn symbol that looked like a crest of some sort. If you looked closely at that crest, it was that of the Silver's. She had been told it was made under the influence of Silver people, with the evidence given to her the way it was, Ailuros had no doubt of its truth.

"My people didn't do this, that was the work of that trandosian. The imperials are using stun blaster shots and not killing or destroying anything."

What she said was true, the true imperials weren't killing anybody.

While Kaiza was not appearing to threaten her, she could tell she was prepared for the cat to strike.

"Why should I give up? It appears we are at least on equal grounds here."

[member="Kaiza Pawaro"]

 

[RC 212]

[member="DT-2417"]

Team Good Guys
Objective: Be pain in your Imperial Behind

Where there was Tyranny there was Seraya. And her Co-Pilot Worsh the Mon Calamari.

And there was an unprecedented level of Tyranny here. though Kessel wasn't her usual haunt and she found the Silver Jedi to be unquestionably snooty she still stopped of here for refuelling of her old YT-1300. And refuelling wasn't going so well as fire fight broke out across the pad. The intrepid orange coated Cap'n strode down the ramp into hell.

A cup of Caf in her hand.

"Worsh! What in the hells!"

A blaster bolt struck her canteen slagging it and sending her coffee flying. And then she spotted it. Imperial emblems.

Worsh shrugged, un-slinging his heavy repeater and then cracked a grin.

"We got a bounty of a couple thousand so far. Wanna raise that?"

"Ha ha ha, you crazy fish head. Bet."

The captain flung back her coat to draw her DL-44 and roared. It was a blood curdling primal roar. The kind a lion makes when it's about to devastate its prey. And she was about to lay down some Warden law today.

"Let's bring the Rebellion to bear!"

And they did attempt just that. Worsh squeezed the trigger, ripping into the formation of black armored troopers with a zeal unmatched. Seraya ducked left behind a crate and snapped off two rounds, aiming for the guy giving all the hand signals.

 

[Vestille Thumahra]

Operation Spice Flow
Kessel
851 ABY
DT-2417
Call-sign Pestilence Actual
Post Three
Objective: Push the Jedi forces outside of the spaceport, thus ensuring security to proceed with the operation without harassment.

Another wave of reinforcements for the Jedi, more scum to crush underfoot. And so the battle of attrition continued.

DT-2417 spotted the Smuggler and her companion rush to join the fight, sending shots towards his position. Fortunately, fighting was in the trooper's blood, tactical decisions and maneuvers became second nature over the course of his training, this becoming more than evident when the Captain pulled himself into the safety of cover, the shot from the blaster flying over his head and striking harmlessly into the wall. Not only did she attempt to shoot DT-2417, she also... Roared. It added just another aspect to the already written set of orders. She was primal, an animal, and animals who proved a nuisance needed to be put down. The same happened with the shots that came from the Mon Calamari, making all of the Death Troopers get into cover and entrench. Everything went exactly as planned, minus a couple glancing shots from the Mon Calamari with the heavy repeater. Everyone was still combat effective, just as well.

Garbled transmissions came from the Captain as the troopers prepared several grenades, cooking them for several seconds before throwing them at both defenders and the new assailants from their positions in cover. This acted as both as a distraction and a carpet bombing tactic; the frequency and quantity of grenades ensured that standing out in the open ensured certain death and those that found themselves unlucky to find a grenade land near them it was all too late to save themselves. A few seconds later and the explosions began; sending defiant scum loyal to the Jedi flying all over the place. ROE was followed; they were simply in the way between Pestilence and these rebels.

It was two versus thirteen, a one sided fight that would need a touch from a divinity above to even bring the scales to equilibrium. Pestilence began to return fire towards the now two priority targets; E-11Ds and variants of the DLT-19 opened up with controlled volleys, hoping to pin the two down or score a hit or two. With how foolish their approach to this situation had been, there was no doubt that this firefight would be ended shortly.

And then it was back on track to deal with the rest of these vermin.

[member="Seraya Whisperwind"]

 

[RC 212]

[member="DT-2417"]

Team Good Guys
Objective: Be pain in your Imperial Behind

The grenades were an unexpected surprise. She felt her jaw drop as several rushed through the air towards the duo. With a burst of mental strength she managed to push two back through the air exploding just above the Death troopers. Another one she nailed in mid air with her DL-44 before tackling Worsh as hard as she could and shouting.

​

"Grenades!"​

As they collided with the deck of the ramp the last few went off. Shards of durasteel shot in every direction from the explosions. Some ripped into her cheek drawing fresh blood. The crazy Captain grinned, holding her side and crawled up the ramp, Worsh behind her. She had to admit she had the Black Armored troopers pegged as dumb stormies.

"They ain't normal."

"No kidding dude. Holy hell!"

"You got a piece of shrapnel to the ribs."

"Yeah yeah, just hold em off. Let me get my crap!"

"Gotcha!"

Worsh leaned around the corner of the door to the ship, laying down another barrage. Pinching off her arteries with the force she ran full tilt towards her armory and geared up with her regular load out. Today was gonna be a fun day.....

 

[Vestille Thumahra]

Operation Spice Flow
Kessel
851 ABY
DT-2417
Call-sign Pestilence Actual
Post Four
Objective: Push the Jedi forces outside of the spaceport, thus ensuring security to proceed with the operation without harassment.

Overconfidence is a slow and insidious killer, though confidence was not what DT-2417 relied upon. He relied upon doctrine and his tactical mindset to formulate the best plan and executing it without allowing weaknesses like morality or the time consumption that questions caused. He was indoctrinated to the core, his devotion to the Imperial way unshakable. He would give his life, if that was what his superiors asked of him. The rebel female had shown the ace hidden up her sleeve; her use of the force present. A HVT, perhaps not a Jedi but with the alignment of her actions, she had already thrown in her fate with all other Jedi that crossed his path. She would be added to the pile of undesirables that dared commit acts of terrorism and hail themselves as heroes. This didn't sicken the Captain, he could feel no such thing, especially when in the heat of battle... However it did give him a slight edge to his movements, a hidden ferocity that lied beneath a tundra of a personality; though it remained chained, controlled. What was more important was that Pestilence's scorched earth doctrine had proven a success, killing many and wounding many more. Though at a cost, the grenades that had been thrown above their heads had left some injuries upon Pestilence. As they recovered, the medics began to isolate their wounded and treat them accordingly. The female rebel had ran off wounded and left his comrade to defend her retreat, it was time for an advance.

Several garbled communications were shared among the troopers as they seemed to split off into two teams. With several wounded, from the looks of it three of the 13, the Captain had separated them along with both medics as well as a single additional man to cover them. They slipped off out of sight, leaving only six combat capable troopers at the Captain's command. Their advance was slow, utilizing bounding overwatch as the volley of fire from the Death Troopers was constant as well as the territory gained. They used cover as much as possible as well as the marksmen at their disposal to try and land some shots on the Mon Calamari from a distance whilst the rest of the troopers provided covering fire. The Captain had every movement from his men precise, every maneuver planned to be one step ahead. By keeping the enemy under the constant threat of fire, the less fire would be returned upon them, or at the very least it would leave the scum less chance to find himself a method to keep his rate of fire both steady and accurate. No doubt his ally would rejoin the battle.

The false lawmen of this galaxy would be brought to their knees, the stability of the Galactic Empire would be returned.

[member="Seraya Whisperwind"]

 

[RC 212]

[member="DT-2417"]

Team Good Guys
Objective: Be pain in your Imperial Behind

Loadout:

• Dragoon Heatbeam
• S-3 Mangler Sonic pistol
• G-35 Assault Rifle-2x Attachments

• Under-barrel tensor cannon
• K-40 Under-barrel grenade launcher
  6x- >>>Brimstome round
• 3x-Tangler Grenade:

• G-35 Shooting: Fireball Ammo
• Gypsy Spacer Outfit
• Scanner Droids
• Rebel Corusca Signet Ring
• Mad Explosives:: Proton Charges w/Adhesive Strips
• Lightsaber (Hidden)

Worsh took a hit to his armor and another to his leg. He managed to keep his shoulder into the door enough to prop up his massive fishy body. She was back in a tiff and slapped a bacta patch on Worsh's wound. this time the Cap'n was geared up for ultimate combat. These trifling tyranny laden, soul sucking Imperials had never faced the likes such as her.

Hell they'd even sprung themselves from an Imperial Prison once.

Oh yeah baby!

And once that was done the Cap'n stepped in front of Worsh and let loose her first real Salvo of the fight. They had the numbers, but she had some of her own devastation to bear. With nimble fingers the warden set off a chain of events. Twin brimstone grenades were launched into the troopers position, and then they ran, strafing left to flank them.

Worsh laid it down with his repeater, stepping fishy heel to toe to stabilize his aim.

And beside him was her, laying down automatic slughtrower fire with her G-35 Assault rifle.

It was about to get hot in here!

 

[Vestille Thumahra]

Operation Spice Flow
Kessel
851 ABY
DT-2417
Call-sign Pestilence Actual
Post Five
Objective: Deal with the insistent rebel scum.

As a matter of fact, this was exactly what Pestilence had trained for. Whilst many would feel the surprise and adrenaline rush to their heads and cause panic at the sight of a sudden upgrade in firepower, the Death Troopers remained calm, collected, focused. The 'terror' aspect of their blatant terrorism left no mark on the Death Troopers, although with the escalation of armaments from the rebels and the lack of a whole second squad, the scales started to balance. Despite this, DT-2417 emitted yet another garbled transmission through his helmet as the Death Troopers seemed to... Retreat? There was no mistakes made, no show of cowardice, the black-clad troopers withdrew carefully and in regimented fashion in teams of two. That was until the brimstone explosive went off, peppering yet again several troopers with shrapnel and whatever else the scum had poured into their warheads. Utilizing cover, the remaining unwounded troopers reached to their webbing and threw another set of grenades; smoke grenades, mixed with what appeared to be ISC-01 gas grenades. Releasing their payloads in conjunction; the smoke both concealed Pestilence's movements, as well as making the area leading back into the interior of the spaceport impassable, unless the rebel and her alien companion wished to fall under the effects of the gas that mixed with the smoke.

​The stratagem had to be recompiled, their way to tackling these rebels rethought. At least the smoke wall provided them with a chance to pull back, conceal and treat their wounded. Despite being fired upon by slugthrower rounds and blaster fire, Pestilence pulled themselves away, out of sight. In the chaos of combat all across the spaceport, and to the two that were blocked by the smoke wall, there were no signs of the Death Troopers.

A victory? One could never be too sure.

[member="Seraya Whisperwind"]

 

[Luyioth Dakwin]

Luyioth Dakwin

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Cargo Port 41, Kessel, Kessel System, the Outer Rim Territories.​

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Interacting with: [member=TK-1515].​

While it had only partially worked, it had worked. The security forces pressed up, making the most of their brief advantage; Luyioth went up with them, forcing her saber to life and making way to vault over the barrier. With the support from behind her, she had the ability to push. She could hold the auxiliary entrance, force willing that the main battle line could hold. But then the ball came back. Luyioth, in a snap decision, opted to ignore it: it was only a ball, so surely it wouldn't be an-

The sports ball exploded behind them. The security team was decimated, and she grit her teeth as shrapnel ran up her back. At that point, the security team decided it wasn't worth it anymore: they began to run. She swung a glance over her shoulder to see they were running, before drawn back forward to deflect oncoming shots. With that, she decided to flee herself. With luck, she could rally what was left down the line, but for now the auxiliary entrance was lost.

Deflecting some stray shots as she went, she ran.

 

[TheNewUpgrade]

Blitz watched the acolyte drop

'Ah another well hit target~ thats always good in my book' He thought to himself

He would hear the roar of the Tardoshan's ship as it came down to land and Causstik boarded and left as well as the semi wobbling Jedi who he took notice of quickly.Blitz quickly took a look at a small holo/mini map on his visors screen,he decided to call in a small pick up for the acolyte have her masters straighten her out if she doesn't die first,ah well not his problem now is it? Or at least not yet it isn't.

He would quickly drop prone kicking out the small bi-pod under his rifle keeping the cross-hair on the Jedi and his finger on the trigger while with his left arm he gave his comm's a quick tap.

(Trans-Mission For First Order/Galactic Empire/Any bounty Hunter's or Mercs working for them)
"Oi got a call in,I got one down Sith acolyte at sector J-12/main loading bay i need a pick up for her,she appeared to be siding with a Jedi,she is down and vitally wounded,I'm gonna need E-vac in the next minute or two,Thermal detonator satchels are in place on 4 of the 8 main support beams around the main mining facility's structure,I suggest giving a warning to all units on standby to haul ass!,Ill be at E-vac point Beta in less then a minute if I'm not held up,Blitz signing out."

He quickly off'd his Comms

While still keeping his concentration down sights on the Jedi he felt no remorse as he would fire another three shots off at the wounded Jedi,Two Ceneter mass the last shot for his lower legs,in attempt to wound/harm him farther if not put him out of commission.

[member="Iturizu Yuvie"] [member="TK-1515"] [member="Max Fel"] [member="Yuroic Xeraic"] [member="Causstik Rahn"] @DT-2417

 

[WelshGuy]

He sensed more long distanced shots. Normally he would have deflected them all without much concern, however, in his condition he missed the last one which hit his shoulder. Grunting as he felt the impact, he wandered to where the severely injured Sith was. It didn't matter that she was the enemy, that she was the reason people here were dying. What mattered was ensuring that no one else died. Lifting her with his good arm he carried her inside, away from dangers. Once they were with the rest of the civilians that he and Asani got safe at the beginning, Yuroic collapsed.

He wasn't near death but with his substantial injuries, he felt like it. Sitting up, instead of healing himself, he used the Force and healed most of her wounds. The worst of them at the very least. He couldn't completely heal them, but for now she was much further from death than she was. Which was something. Yuroic attempted to stand and was very wobbly, his body ached and was in great pain. However, he reached for the comms on his armour. This is Jedi Knight, Yuroic Xeraic. One Sith Acolyte captured but greatly injured. Also I'm severely wounded and need in of medical attention. Anyone able to shift us off world?

While he wasn't one to run from conflict, with his wounds he couldn't remain on the planet and he knew the Sith wouldn't be staying on Kessel. She would like be taken to one of the main planets to be treated and later interrogated. However, he would never forget Causstik, the Trandoshan needed to be captured and put under arrest at least. Whoever shot at him second he wouldn't know, with the number of Imperial troops and his focus elsewhere, it was impossible to tell.

[member="Causstik Rahn"] | [member="TheNewUpgrade"] | [member="Iturizu Yuvie"]

 

[Iturizu Yuvie]

Yuvie faded in and out of consciousness as the battle kept raging on around her, the sound of a ship landing slightly waking her up a bit more, was the fight over, or did reinforcements from one side arrive. What ever was going on soon the feeling of being picked up coursed through her aching body, though not seeing who it was the fact they were using on arm and that said person hand felt like a mans it was safe to say the Jedi was caring her back to safety, or some place away from the fighting at least.

Next came a slight tingling sensation all over, her wounds closing up slightly as said Jedi used the force to heal Yuive. Though she should be resting the Sith opened her eyes, seeing now they were in some room along with civilians and other non-combatants, the Jedi slummed on the table, wobbly and breathing heavily, fairly injured himself from the fighting. It took quite a bit of strength and was painful to do so gut she was able to utter a few weak words, "...why.. I'm *cough*.. your enemy..... why did you sa.. *cough*..me"?

The Jedi's injuries were almost as bad, and trying to carry her away from the fighting and heal her took a great deal of self sacrifice. If the roles were reversed things might not have been the same.... or would they? Regardless all Yuvie could do was lay their recovering, awaiting to be taken to a proper medical center, and most likely questioned as well.

[member="Yuroic Xeraic"] l [member="TheNewUpgrade"]

 

[Kaiza Pawaro]

Raised eyebrows became as the first reply to the small bag full of spice. Kaiza almost wanted to laugh, but couldn’t – too much death in the Force. Laughter appeared as a desecration of those whose bodies were barely cold, struck down by the commando.

“Ah. Ask yourself. Why would the Silver Jedi sell spice with their crest on it?” Kaiza pointed out and gave a sad smile. “Don’t you see this is a textbook frame job?”

Her saber’s azure blade died in that moment, collapsing with a hiss. One swift motion clipping the extinguished hilt back to her belt while the Jedi’s entire form closed the distance between herself and Ailuros again. Unarmed, yet standing firm.

“I’m sorry.”

She truly was.

And without any warning, she launched herself forward, one long step as she firmly planted her foot on the ground and used the other leg for a powerful sweeping kick meant to rob Ailuros of balance. Kaiza immediately followed the strike with another – one hand shot out, seeking to seize the cat-person’s right wrist and twist the entire arm around in a paralyzing grapple. Ending the fight quickly and apprehending this follower of the Galactic Empire was the first step necessary to restoring order, as regretful as it were. Innocent lives were at stake, any further delay meant ignoring their cries for help. She could not wait any longer.


[member="Ailuros"]

 

[Riamah]

"It would be marked by the seller so when people wanted more they would know who to contact."

Placing the baggy back into her belt, Ailuros watched as Kaiza turned her saber off and replaced it on her belt. Moving in closer with almost as much grace as she would have, the Jedi said she was sorry.

At that moment and without any real tells to her body, she attempted to knock Ailuros off balance with a kick and grab at her wrist. It appeared the girl wanted to fight and test her after all. In theory, the cat should have the upper hand since as of yet, the Jedi had yet to employ the use the Force.

Gathering her legs under her in the second it took Kaiza to bring her leg in for the sweep, Ailuros leapt back onto the top of the crate she had descended from a few minutes ago. This move evaded both attacks, however it left her tail as target for the Jedi to grab if she was fast enough.

If that tail didn't get grabbed, then Ailuros would quickly reverse her move and jump back to the ground in front of Kaiza again. This time though, her claws would be out and an attempt made to scratch at the exposed face of the Jedi.

"Sorry for what? This is a test."

[member="Kaiza Pawaro"]

 

[Causstik Rahn]

[SIZE=11pt]Causstik sat in the merchant ship boredly. Aside from a possible concussion he had made it out with only minor injuries. He wiped some blood from his nose and stared out the cargo ship’s viewport. They had flown to a relatively seclusive and ancient part of Kessel. It was rumored this area had been a mine during the old Galactic Empire. Apparently the Imperials found references to it in their data banks. It was the perfect place to begin operations again. While the jedi were distracted fighting the Imperials, the T’dosch would set up shop. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]The ship landed outside the abandoned mines and the drop doors opened once again. The lizard men piled out and Causstik followed directly behind them. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“Power up the old facilities,” Causstik commanded. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]He looked to the entrance of the spice mine itself and noted the webs pouring outside of the shaft. The mine, with years of disuse had more then replenished its Glitterstim. It was literally overflowing with the precious drug. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“Get the slaves to harvest those webs immediately!” Causstik roared in delight. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]The Trandoshans began setting up a small prefab to act as a base of operations. The slaves were herded to the mines and the gathering of the drug began immediately. The drop ships were quickly loaded with spice, so much so that even if the Trandoshans wanted to return to the mother ship, they couldn’t. But, the Trandoshans had other plans anyway. In secret they were going to reopen the ancient abandoned mine. Full of Glitterstem the cargo freighters and merchant ships sailed away leaving behind a camp of slaves and T’dosch. Causstik was going to make a fortune...[/SIZE]

 

[RC 212]

Team Good Guys
Objective: Be pain in your Imperial Behind

[member="DT-2417"]

Loadout:

• Dragoon Heatbeam
• S-3 Mangler Sonic pistol
• G-35 Assault Rifle-2x Attachments

• Under-barrel tensor cannon
• K-40 Under-barrel grenade launcher
  6x- >>>Brimstome round
• 3x-Tangler Grenade:

• G-35 Shooting: Fireball Ammo
• Gypsy Spacer Outfit
• Scanner Droids
• Rebel Corusca Signet Ring
• Mad Explosives:: Proton Charges w/Adhesive Strips
• Lightsaber (Hidden)

"I think we drove em off. Ugh what's this gas!"

She could feel the gas in the force. It was a dead zone, even looking at it set off alarm bells in her head. Seraya smirked and dropped a mag, jamming another one into her rifle and releasing the bolt. They had a small victory, which meant they had a small window to do what they needed to do.

"Nothing good dude! Back up!"

Which was either get the hell out of here or move on to find some other Imperial stuff to break.

"Shall we move on or stay?"

"Chance cube it."

"Fair enough."

She pulled a cube, some sides red, and some sides blue and tossed it. The small wooden cube rattled and bounced across the floor before finally landing on.....

 

[TheNewUpgrade]

Blitz quickly ran to his E-vac point where a small drop ship landed for him he quickly boarded the ship.

This had been one of his first real dangerous missions seeing as he was a First Order Merc but hey his contact-er specifically sent him here for his job to be done so how could he refuse?

He took out his small detonator device and flipped it up now hovering and flying out of the air he pulled the trigger detonating the thermal explosive satchels letting off loud explosions on the second half of the facility primarily near storage and docking and tunnels/mines.

The tunnels would begin to crumble and collapse as his mission became complete.

'Detonate the spice mine area,check.' He thought to himself as he was getting now flown off world to be taken back to a base area to report his contact complete.

As for how those in the tunnels and hallways escape or perish that's up to him Blitz would feel nothing for the lives lost,his job was done.

 

[Kaiza Pawaro]

Successfully escaping the Jedi, the feline creature landed back on the container. Kaiza turned her way, ready to tackle her should she opt to jump directly on her form. All this caution was for naught though; as soon as the cat person landed next to her and approached, the Padawan was forced to adjust her tactic. A single step back to buy herself enough time and assess the situation properly. Although tempted to light her blade and use it to dissuade Ailuros from further escalation of the conflict, the Jedi did not feel the time has come yet. Igniting the azure blade meant readiness to use lethal force and they were not at that point yet.

And then came a step forward, suddenly completely killing any distance between the two, greatly reducing any chance to avoid getting hit.

When sharp claws threatened to injure the Padawan and tear her exposed face into shreds, her left elbow rushed to interrupt their path and knock them aside. Sliding against phrik plating, these deadly razors did nothing to destroy Kaiza’s tattoos, however menacing they appeared. Instantly, the Padawan’s left hand rushed to apprehend at least one wrist, seize it and render Ailuros immobile, undefended and close enough for a counter-attack – precisely what Kaiza did. Lashing out, her right arm snapped around to clothesline the feline sentient and potentially render her unconscious.


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