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Dominion Kirdo in Chains | RTL Dominion of Kirdo III

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Location: Kirdo III | Objective III | Soundtrack: Rose Bouquet

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‘Doing great’ was a huge overstatement.

The whipping sandstorm on their heels and comms chatter from the Rescue Service made her question why they came to Kirdo III in the first place… but when she caught Aiden’s grin, she remembered exactly why she agreed to join him.

Jun reached for the dashboard and rolled down the comlink, fading the reports of slave traders and speeder bikes into the background.

“You really think we’ll find something out there?” she asked as they approached the hill.

Kirdo was an out-of-the-way world with an interesting culture… but she wasn’t so sure the native Kitonak possessed anything of significant value to the Jedi. She’d never say so aloud, Aiden seemed so certain a true historical treasure lay somewhere among the dunes and canyons. She supposed he could be right.

Besides, since she left the New Jedi and Coruscant, finding time to spend with her friends from the Core had only grown increasingly difficult. She was glad just to be here, with him, away from the chaos.

Even if only for an afternoon.


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ARTIFICER + JEDI
RIMWARD JEDI COALITION

K I R D O

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"Right let's make this easier, Kurayami why don't you pilot, and I'll take the back seat, this way we got room for the Rangers, Coren, and anyone else who is willing to make the trip." Began Mishel as she took a seat behind the pilot. Not too far away Cailen and BB headed to a speeder of their own and before the Jedi Master could say for them to stay close. Cailen indicated that he and BB would be right behind them. As the speeders pushed off from the base the furious Kirdoan winds made themselves known.

Checking communications, "alright, this is Master Kryze, comms check everyone."

"Good,"
continued the Jedi Master as the speeder cut through the red dust of Kirdo. Winds struck through the speeder jostling it, "hang on to your burlap, kids." A phrase she was sure that only Coren and Kurayami might get. This a reference to the old joke that the Jedi tended to be the burlap brigade on account of their robes. Ranger Vida wasn't too far away from the group, so the Jedi Master mentioned, "Ranger Vida, we'll rendezvous with you and yours in the center of the derelict vessel, once it's been secured."

As they drew closer to the derelict vessel, its size and decrepit state began to reveal themselves. "Almost there." The group of speeders rode through the desert like the old ancient tales of horses crossing sandy dunes and plains as the sand and wind whipped around them. Their trail of dust billowed into the high winds creating a smoke-like effect as the speeders continued on their path. Mishel steadied herself on the speeder, waiting for the moment they came to a stop.

On arrival, Mishel disembarked the speeder and headed toward a nearby wall that threatened to fall over with the amount of high wind that cut through Kirdo. Crouched down she slowly walked along the wall until she was able to get a careful read on some of the patrols. A knowing nod toward Kurayami as she then got a look toward the padawans. "Stay low, stay quiet," whispered the Jedi Master, and if things should so happen to go belly up - she'd be ready for it.

 
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"No problem. Just give me the coordinates and I'll get us there in one piece." Kurayami was honestly looking forward to piloting a speeder through the Kirdoan wilderness with the winds as wild as they were. It gave the perfect cover for approach not to mention it would just be fun to make the adjustments necessary to stay on course. Never let it be said that Kurayami Bloodborn wasn't missing a few screws, Force knew they weren't loose but long gone. He swung his right leg up and over the small frame of the speeder and double checked that his helmet was fully sealed in place and that the HUD and all sensors were working optimally. Once that was done and Mishel was as comfortable as she could be in the second seat, he started up the bike and headed towards the chosen rendezvous point.

The ride over was filled with more than its fair share of having to steer into the wind just to stay straight while adjusting the throttle to maintain speed. A few times the wind hit from an unexpected direction and caused a moment of severe yaw or roll that he silently was thankful for his long history of A-Wing piloting in addition to his Force-enhanced reflexes. Otherwise those moments could have been bad. Opening a comms channel to Mishel as they arrived and he slowed the bike to a stop he made one of his signature quips as he powered it down and slid off the seat. "This is your captain speaking. The crew would like to apologize for the unexpectedly rough conditions on this backwater hellhole of a planet. However, in spite of the winds that attempted to murder us for unknown reasons, we have arrived at our destination, shaken not stirred as requested. Please disembark in an orderly fashion at your earliest convenience."

Looked like this was the outskirts of that derelict vessel that was being used for the slaver ops. He followed Mishel over to the wall and crouched beside her, unslinging the DC-17m from his shoulder as he did. When he was involved it seemed things tended to go hot no matter how he tried to keep them from doing so. He took a few seconds to check the bioscanners and thermal imaging modes, granted out here the thermals weren't super helpful, but deeper in it might highlight a few things that might go unnoticed otherwise. "You got lead Mishel, I'll cover you." He whispered back to her and nodded to let her know that he was ready when she was.

 

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"Why don't you drive, BB!"

The small droid merely inclined its head. "As you wish," the chore bot supplied in the same even tone as before.

As the droid approached the speeder bike, it was accessing its archive of maintenance records for data on the 74-z. In a perfect world, he would have liked for an available HoloNet connection so that he could download the most up-to-date service manual for the series, but his comlink was operating off subspace radio data, and signal seemed to be hit and miss. So download speeds were out of the question at the moment.

Climbing up onto the bike, the droid managed to sit up in the saddle so that its feet reached the pedals and its arms could reach the handlebars. Cycling the power, the droid brought the repulsorlift online and waited for Cailen to get on board before following after the other bikes.

The journey was fascinating.

The winds across the desert were quite unpredictable, and yet several times the droid reacted to a shift before his sensors had detected one. When he ran a diagnostic to try and understand the anomaly, he found that he had no logical reason for why he had taken the course of action that he had. It was as though effect had preceded cause.

It was not something that he understood.

"Do you ever feel as though you're reacting to something that's going to happen... before it happens?" the droid asked his companion. Organics did not have sensors or logic processors, but they were obviously capable of perception and decision-making. While the droid would not claim to understand how organics functioned, he still wondered if the experience was the same for them.

As the group dismounted, the droid noted that several people armed themselves as they crouched up against the wall.

He decided that he would take his lead from Cailen at this point. Droids were not very knowledgeable about these types of things.

Well, class four droids perhaps. But chore bots were definitely not made for that.

 
"We...have at least several squads in this area..." the Slaver gasped through Nathan's stranglehold. "Two north of our position, three southwest...final two are east. The two north are behind a heavy repeater nest...the Southwest teams are prepping to ambush some of the locals hiding out."

"The others?" Nathan asked coldly, tightening his grip. It was clear from his body language that Nathan despised slavers.

"The teams in the east got mortars focused on our main encampment. In the event it's breached, we're to shell the place with incendiary warheads. White Phosphorus. The good stuff."

"Chit." Kinea muttered next to him. "We have to warn them--"

"We'll never get a signal out on our comlinks through this weather. And even if we did, the enemy is probably scanning for communications." Nathan replied, the coldness in his tone lowering by only a micron when addressing his ally.

He squeezed the Slaver's throat a little harder.

"I know you're using portable signal boosters to communicate better in this storm. Where are they?"

"I dunno." The Slaver answered.

Nathan tightened his grip until his captive's face started to lose color.

"Where?" Nathan repeated in an even colder voice than usual.

"I swear, I dunno! But our comms guy does. He's got a map of everything..." The Slaver gasped desperately, eyes turning bloodshot."

"If you're lying to me, I'll make sure the League prosecutes you so hard, you'll never see sunlight again." Nathan replied, knocking him out with a quick prod of his Force Pike.

We can't address everything at once..." Kinea mused. "What should we do?"

"We go after the mortar teams. But first we get the map from his camp." Nathan replied. "You any good at sneaking?"

"Decent." was her answer.

"You follow my lead..." Nathan replied, tying up the unconscious slaver with rags and concealing him in a shattered supply closet nearby, exposed to the elements.

Kinea nodded and began following Nathan through the intense dust storm as it began to get worse. Nathan used his Force Senses to detect a Slaver above him, on a makeshift sniper tower.

Nathan teleported up there, jamming him with the stun prod, and taking his rifle, an obsolete weapon with a thermal scope, teleported back down to her.

"Can you shoot?" he asked quietly.

Kinea nodded.

"Good. Keep that rifle handy..." he replied creeping deeper into the camp, both heading into what looked like a makeshift command center...

It too looked like to have been scavenged from the remains of an old republic hammerhead cruiser. The passages within were dim, lights flickering on and off. Scavenged, primitive turrets within swiveled back and forth with subtle little creaks in the feara betraying their foraged and barely maintained nature.

Nathan saw a guard patrolling by and timed his walk, signalled to Kinea to get behind some gun crates as he moved forward, careful to avoid the primitive sensors of a nearby turret, creeping behind the man and delicately lifting a passcard from his belt from behind before darting into the shadows nearby (Back off, Taffer!: 90 XP).

He quietly crept his way back to Kinea.

"I think this gets us into another area of the ship but I'm not sure which..." Nathan said in a whisper. "We'll have to be on the lookout for any area matching the red markings on it."

Kinea nodded. "We'll probably only be able to use it once, though. Once they realize it's no longer in his possession, they'll lock it out of the system and sound the alarms."

"Exactly. No starting fights. We don't want them knowing we're here until it's too late for them to do anything about it. Not that their security is all that impressive, but it only takes one mistake. Stick to the shadows."

They snuck through garbage and captured crates of equipment. Nathan took out an acid tipped arrow when he spotted a turret blocking their path ahead, only for Kinea to stop him.

"Allow me..." she whispered, holding out her hand and a tiny stream of purple energy leapt towards the turret, causing it to stutter, sending little sparks everywhere.

"Hurry. It'll last about thirty seconds at most..." Kinea whispered.

Nathan and Kinea crept down that passage as quickly and quietly as they could, only for both to dive into the same busted open supply room to evade a guard, who stopped as he noticed the malfunctioning turret.

Nathan, leaned out, hand stretched, reached into his mind, and stunned it with the Force. The man froze, a heatwave like effect shimmering over his body. They both crept past the stunned man and the turret just as it managed to return to normal. The man snapped out of it, shaking his head.

"Guess I was up too late last night. End of my shift can't come soon enough..." he muttered to himself walking away.

Nathan and Kinea found themselves in a much cleaner section of the ship, better shielded from the storm, though he saw bits of sand here and there still.

Kinea signalled Nathan as to the presence of an approaching guard. Nathan teleported behind him and picked the pass key off of him, teleporting back behind the crates where Kinea was hidden.

They watched as he went by, then they both started to sneak deeper into the vessel.

Nathan was looking for cables. He found a bunch of them leading down to one passage, snaking through attachments on the ceiling, going above a door protected by a Force Field.

Kinea let out another rope of purple energy, disabling the field and they both went through, Nathan Force Stunning a Slaver guard and going right past him as he was frozen in place momentarily.

They had entered the Engineering section. They had gotten the power plant working. That was both the good and bad thing about engineering in this Galaxy, on the one hand something could be made so well you could get it working again when by all logic it shouldn't. On the other hand such long lasting tech allowed creeps like this to make problems if they find it.

They spotted a large number of guards, peeking out from behind a corner, standing watch at the main reactor room entrance.

Kinea held out her hand and closed her eyes, wincing as she struggled to focus.

They all grew alert and began walking away, weapons at the ready. The pair ducked into the shadows of a partly collapsed ceiling and a tree of exposed cables.

"What did you do?" Nathan asked extremely quietly.

"I mind tricked them into hearing a very loud noise..." she answered.

"Impressive." he admitted going ahead. The reactor was functional but it looked like the subject of round the clock active repair. He could see Slaver techs still working on it, with enslaved Kitonak being forced to move rapidly to hand out repair parts or suffer beatings.

Kinea frowned, started to take aim with her rifle only for Nathan to stop her. Sabotaging the vessel was the best way to help the slaves aboard, they still couldn't afford any alerts.

Nathan hugged the shadows, stealth aided by his black flight suit as he got closer to a control console that was unattended, followed closely by Kinea. Kinea began accessing and slicing certain systems, beginning to lock out vital systems...
 
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Zeltron.

Zeltron.

Zeltron.

It scanned for the keyword three times, but came up entirely empty. Official records clearly hadn't said anything about Zeltron natives nor immigrants living here in any substantial numbers. So Solari decided to discard the knowledge while choosing what information it would take with it while preparing for this isolated mission.

Something told it that saying it had never heard of a Zeltron would be foolish. The way the human was speaking? Those words were cloaked in surprise at his confusion.

"Ah, right, I see, of course. Zeltron. Yes." Nodding there with an exaggerated smile. "Not knowing when you are burned or not must be very detrimental to your mission efficiency." Solari said, hoping its clear sense of empathy would endear it to the 'Zeltron'.

Disappointment reigned when Lossa didn't seem all that confident about her success with repairing the ship.

Its hands went to its sides.

That was the proper idle maneuver for a human, yes? Thoughtful expression returned to the horizon as it considered it. "What if we capture and interrogate one of these 'sleemos' you mention? They must possess keen engineering talent, if they are utilizing this world for their operations." Then a pause there as it processed more. "Unless they are local. If they are land-bound to this dirt world, we are out of good fortune."

Glancing back to her.

"What is your input in this matter?"
 

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Location: Kirdo III, Deserts
Equipment: Danger Jacket, Outfit, Discreet Hearing Enhancer - Left Ear, P.U.T. - Right Ear, Long Handled Double Lightsaber, Concealed Sling Bag
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Oh.

This guy seemed like one of the dementia patients she'd run into. Or one of the war veterans. The way they spoke pointed to it at least one of those two and she adjusted her mentality that way for the time being.

"It's uh. It not too bad I guess." Keeping herself relaxed for the time being, she listened to their idea, wondering quietly if her luck hadn't managed to get worse rather than better.

Her face scrunched at their choice of words.

Input on the matter?

"I mean. That makes sense. But no. They didn't seem local." The initial idea of their appearance definitely taking a back seat to the idea of them being an escaped or perhaps wayward patient of some variety.

"If we're lucky we might find-" Nearing to finish her idea when the sound of repuslors getting close cut her off. Her form leaning out of the hangar to scan around. A quick hauling of her body back inside when she spotted a skiff skirting the cliff edge where she'd jumped down.

She hadn't been quick enough when she caught the pointing of one in her direction whilst she slipped back inside.

"You uh. Can you fight? Or like. Protect yourself?" Hands never quite finding the nervous spot to stop and calm herself as she spoke.

 
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Luckily the combat module was part of its default programming or this would be awkward.

Lossa poked her head out, but Solari simply blinked twice and looked through the wall directly. If he had been deeper into the ship it wouldn't have been possible. But a single durasteel surface? Not an issue. It seemed the skiff was occupied by four sentients, organics, three of which had shock-staffs and one carrying a short-range carbine.

No other weapons detected.

This must be a patrol looking for runaway slaves. They were presumably not anticipating armed resistance or they would have had more troops.

"I possess advanced combat routines, yes." Then he smoothly stepped past her and out of the hangar's cover. Lossa would just about see him pulling a blaster that had been waiting strapped to his back.

Maybe now Lossa would realize just what sort of danger she could have been in.

Too late to think about it because without saying another thing he aimed and in one smooth movement pulled the trigger. Unless the Zeltron was looking over Solari's shoulder she wouldn't see it happen in real-time, but the cries from the outlaws would serve as a confirmation. The strange man had just shot a man in the head from three times the distance the blaster ought to have been accurate for.

"I am currently not equipped for bodyguarding however." Quietly mentioned over his shoulder like they were discussing the weather. "Hide yourself or be prepared to face three organics with shock-staffs."

Then Solari walked down the stairs to meet the remaining thugs head-on.
 

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Objective II: Freedom Trail | Location: Kirdo III | Soundtrack: Run Forever

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The sandy winds whipped through Cailen’s hair, blowing his auburn locks as they crossed the dunes.

"Do you ever feel as though you're reacting to something that's going to happen... before it happens?"

Cailen pursed his lips. He’d always just assumed that every Jedi, to some degree or another, experienced the same foresight he did… but then again, BB wasn’t like every Jedi. He was special.

He’d never really considered the question his droid friend asked, so he took a moment to think it over before supplying the best answer he could.

“Y-yeah, I have,” Cailen said.

“It’s like… a weird tingly feeling on the back of my neck, telling me to act. Sometimes I can see what I’m supposed to do, but sometimes I’m just not quick enough.”

He wondered if honing those reflexes could be done with simple practice, or if understanding the premonitions was just something you were innately gifted with. Master Tarus Undara always seemed to know what to do and when to do it. It had always amazed the Padawan.

Cailen nudged the memories away, refocusing on BB-4001A.

“I went on a mission with Master Noble not long ago, to an abandoned world where Sith spirits were hunting people.” A chill went down his spine as he recalled their demonic forms, tortured and haunted, prowling through the ruins of Ravaath.

“A pack of them ambushed us in the streets, but I didn’t even know they were there… I sorta just felt this- this cold chill on the back of my neck, and then something inside of me knew I had to move.”

He took a breath and looked ahead at the speeder bikes in front of them. Grains of dust and sand plinked against the shaded lenses of his goggles, making his eyes twitch. BB’s piloting skills made the ride much smoother than he expected. The way the sandstorm whipped back and forth over the dunes would have been difficult for an untrained operator.

Cailen wondered if BB knew how to handle the winds because of experience, or if perhaps it was the Force that guided his actions. Droids weren’t Force-sensitive, this much Cailen knew from his time on Anaxes. But there was no denying that he felt a certain implacable connection to the person in front of him.

He smiled.

“It’s the Force, I think,” Cailen said ultimately.

“It’s guiding you, just like it does with all loving things.”



 
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A visit to a dying family member.

This is what took Ocano away from the Empire he had sworn to serve. Just two weeks time to be with them, after which he'd take care of the funeral arrangements, before returning to Bastion to receive his new orders. Instead on the day of the funeral Micah heard the news. The Empire was no more and with it the Order he served. It was unbelievable. Yes, certainly, there were rumblings and tough times ahead. But the Knight Errant thought it would all resolve itself.

How could an Empire so large and orderly dissolve in such a short span of time? It boggled the mind.

He finished the arrangements and did not rest a day longer even when they suggested him to. Instead Ocano was on the road quickly, hoping to travel to Bastion and see if there was anything he could do. Anything at all to assist the remnants of his nation.

Unexpectedly the errant Knight got into trouble. Not by the Force nor enemy combatants. It was an engine issue that forced him out of Hyperspace and send him crash-landing on Kirdo III. Wonder above wonder (or perhaps by fortune of the Balance) Ocano managed to get out of the wreckage with little but rips in his robe.

His ship was scrap however.

Luckily most of his supplies were in order, but he realized sooner rather than latter that all was not right on this world. The denizens fearful, isolated, they agonized over the presence of strangers.

It took no time at all to figure out the reason.

Slavers.

They preyed over these people like cattle. While his heart drew him to Bastion, he knew the fact of the matter was that if you had the means... you had the responsibility to act. So Knight Errant Ocano did. He scouted it out and finally managed to find one of the logistic points the slavers were using to execute their raids.

"Logistic point" was a very fancy way of saying 'they have a shed with a score of speeders, some repair rigs and batteries to resupply their speeders when they were at the end of their power limit.

Nearby, with a good overview of the shed, Ocano rested on his knees. It was key to focus on the moment before battle.

This was the path to victory.

"May the Balance be with me." The errant Knight would murmur and kiss his necklace. It was almost time.
 
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Irony, Irony was what you could call this situation right? His first real job…his first real none mercenary job and at first everything goes fine. Great even. And then his contract gets ended and he had to be dropped off on the nearest planet because the person who hired him…forgot to fill in some details. Some very important details that voided said contract. Sure he got a nice pay-out, but it also got him stranded on this hell hole that disguised itself as a planet.

He hated this planet, he hated this sand, this was not the small smooth grains of his homeland that lined the beaches, ones surrounded by an abundance of water for play and sustenance. No these where the course grans that conspired to get between your clothing and fur, sitting there until you moved just enough for them to scrape against your skin and steal what moisture they could drain from you leaving you hot and itchy while trying to weld together another set of wires to get the moister vaporators some gods damn power!

He hated the people even more, slavers. They did not work together fostering co-operation, but rather made profit from others suffering. Putting price to another's life in an unjust perversion of honourable mercenary work and of course they thought he was one of them.they had thought he was one of them.

It hadn't been his choice to come planet side. To come to this...hell hole. But he needed a ride. So he did his usual thing, made nice with a bunch of people, People he had thought where mercenaries at the time, offered his skills as a doctor and shared stories of his previous work. They had invited him to join for a time. And then showed off their collection of merchandise they were going to sell off. Children, Children locked in carbonite. There where teens and adults, but it was the children that had shaken him the most, having to play off his bark of surprise with a laugh, something he was sure that had only worked because they did not understand his body language yet.

So…he had done a bit of a hostile takeover, offered to cook to show his appreciation… and they had jumped on it, apparently someone who could cook was a rarity in their profession, they weren't stupid of course, they kept an eye on him while he prepared the food, but after he taste tested it they seemed to let their guard down, and that was long enough for him to inject a sedative into the soup via his claws.
Not everything had gone well, he'd taken a blaster to the side from one of them before they dropped like bricks and he had tried to navigate the ship to somewhere hospitable while patching himself up.
Tried being the operative word, between the systems locking him out and his own lack of experience actually flying a ship all it ended up doing was crashing the thing into the planet's surface with a bunch of now dead slavers, several civilizations locked in carbonite and this bloody vaporator who wouldn't turn on!

There was a loud zap and a flash of light, leaving behind a humming vaporator and one very fluffy Vul.
 
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Aiden glanced back as he took further notice at the storm on their trail and he still couldn't help but smile. Everything that had been going on as of lately, which the Dark Exchange and Sion and such. His life as of lately had been pretty hectic and tense. However this was a more relaxing venture than before, granted a Jedi's life and way must be cautious at any venture of their life. It was nice to not be dealing with life ending or altering feats that could result in the death of the Jedi Padawan before he even turned 19.

The storm seemed like just a small gust of wind.

“You really think we’ll find something out there?”

Aiden turned his datapad to the side and he he looked at the map almost turning his head completely sideways as he spoke. "I'm about.......seventy five percent sure that there will be something there. The rest of the percentage is just uncertainty. It's nice to do some archeological type work." Aiden knew that if he wasn't a Jedi, he be an treasure hunter, archeologist type for sure.

They came upon the sand top of the hill and before them was the canyon which looked maneuverable but, they were exposed from the high points on either side.

"About two hundred feet ahead of us, we can stop in that shaded area. The entrance to the cavern should be well within this vicinity."
 

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Location: Kirdo III | Objective III | Soundtrack: Rose Bouquet

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Jun stifled a giggle as she caught Aiden turning sideways to examine the map. If she got lost in a sandstorm on Kirdo III, at least she’d be stranded with the goofiest Jedi she knows. Comic relief does wonders when you’re likely to die of heat stroke, venomous wildlife, or savage slave traders.

She kept her pace with the speeder, staying ahead of the storm and only slowing as they neared the mouth of the gulch. Luckily for them, the canyon ran perpendicular to the direction the dust plumes were heading; Assuming it didn’t suddenly change its path, the sandstorm would blow right over the top of the trench above their heads.

The repulsorlifts hummed as Jun brought the speeder around, idling it a few meters or so away from where Aiden thought the entrance might be. Another giggle came from the young Atrisian.

If only her father could see her now, an NJO dropout gallivanting across a backwater dustball in the Outer Rim with what he’d call ‘vagrants and miscreants.’ Were the punishment anything other than a painful lashing, she’d have laughed about the whole thing. But no matter how hard she tried to forget him and his cruelty, the scars on her skin would never let go.

The smile on Jun’s lips receded, but she maintained an amiable tone as she spoke to her friend.

“So,” she said, “this is where your treasure is?” She nodded her head toward the cave entrance, it’s depth indiscernible from outside.

“I’ll just… follow your lead,” she jested, pointing to the holopad in his hands. A playful grin formed on her face, contrasting with the sudden severity in her voice.

Don’t get us lost.”


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Veino lowered the electrobinoculars and frowned at seeing the small slaver base. It wasn't what they had hoped for, but they could at least limit their mobility. And more importantly, they were using manufactured equipment. Manufactured equipment had serial numbers which could be traced.

Something caught his attention on the far hillside. Veino held himself still and adjusted his view, letting the electrobinoculars refocus. There was someone else over there-- someone he could just barely sense in the Force.

Interesting. Given the condition, he suspected they weren't with the slavers. Nor was there anything to suggest he was with the League forces.

He pointed with one finger to the rest of the small Jensaarai intelligence team. "Third-party," he whispered softly. "We'll have to keep eyes open as we move to secure the equipment."


 

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It was true.

She had left the grind of the Galactic Alliance.

The lure of the Outer Rim had caught her interest. Sure, it was chaotic and messy at times, but it had potential. The expansion of independence from governments which cost planets more than they had bargained for in endless war after war. A chance to truly rebuild and unite. She didn't pay attention to the chatter between the crew and Kel, instead focusing on the material on her datapad.

She had no field experience, none, whatsoever.

So this, was a first for her.

The last true experience with anything field related would have been on Naboo - but those were memories she no longer held. She had been mindrubbed, and cleansed of those traumatic memories. It was an experimental procedure, and had produced greater than anticipated results. She had shards of memories that came as nightmares but nothing more.

Breha gently set down the datapad and looked at Kel as he spoke. She knew nothing of this Sanrafsix Corridor. She had reviewed the material but her experience was much like that of the Senator's - zero.

For now, she'd observe, quietly.



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Tags: Erich Solari Erich Solari

She had slipped further inside when Erich had pushed past her. The scan he did through the wall perhaps showing him the lightsaber she had kept beneath the layers of her jacket.

She was mulling on what to do when she heard the shot.

Her eyes closing tight at the realization her knew acquaintance had to be handled with extreme caution. The funny phrases. The odd behavior. Hidden blaster. Was he a clone? It was almost like he was programmed rather than a living being.

He spoke to her about bodyguard routines, leaving her wondering silently before she heard the slide of bodies down the hill outside.

Pinching the bridge of her nose as she settled on what to do.

"Feth." The singular word pushed out with a sigh.

She hadn't left the crazy behind on Denon it seemed as she pushed down the stairs and outside. Drawing her saber out from behind her back as one hollered something at them. It was heavier than she was used to. The heat having drained her more than she figured as she squinted once more into the bright space outside.

One being was already downed, and she wondered if it was bravery or anger that drove the other three.

"Which one of you wants to talk!?" She yelled, igniting the first blade of her saber and holding it a single hand.

Form II present in her stance as a wild swing came in from the first to reach them. The singular grip changing to both hands as the strike pushed her back. The shock staff clinging to the lightsaber as she rolled the handle in her hand.

Her teeth grit together as she pulled for strength against the larger being. Caught in a stand-off with one of her worst traits. She'd underestimated how much she'd been worn down from walking, taking a knee to keep her arms up.

She growled beneath them, the grin of confidence by the slaver short lived as she moved.

Leaning sideways on her knee with the shock staff still caught, leveraging it until it slid to the ground and her blade was freed. The quick twist of her hands bringing the blade against the staff until they found the fingers of the enemy and sliced a few off with a sizzle.

The being squalled, stumbling backwards as the staff fell out of their hands.

 
The reactor started to suffer fluctuations, forcing the Engineering staff to take a closer look, occupying their time while Nathan and Kinea snuck away, grabbing specific electronics and spare parts before sneaking out on another level of the vessel going up a makeshift staircase. Nathan Force Stunned a lone sentry and they both went past him, Kinea lifting a key card from his belt.

Nathan spotted a repair bay and signalled Kinea to disable the lock. She sent a purple stream of energy into the keypad and the door unlocked for a little bit allowing them to pull open the door and start working.

"You've done this before." Kinea whispered.

"I've been outnumbered before..." he whispered back as he worked. "No more talking unless it's necessary. Or until we take over this place."

"What are you making?" she asked.

"An ICE Breaker." Nathan answered. "I'm going to plug it into the central computer. This camp is too well organized to leave it running. It's almost as big of a threat as that fortress might be. What are you making?"

"Stun Grenades." she replied.

"Good."

Nathan finished building his crude take on the device, and Kinea finished her own crude projects and the pair soon snuck out, Nathan following the very directions painted on the walls that lead right to communications. He found three people working controls, adjust frequencies.

Nathan concentrated on the one in the middle as he snuck in, stunning him with the Force, teleporting to the man on the right, smacking him out cold with the Force Pike, teleporting to the man on the left just as he got up and jamming the prod into him also. Then he looped the pike around the comms officer's neck as the Force Stun effect wore off.

"The Map. To the transmitter boosters. Now." Nathan ordered.

The Officer pointed to a datapad on the terminal next to him.

"Where's your commander?" Nathan hissed.

"He's at the excavation site."

"Call the Mortar teams to here. Tell them to report back. If you sound nervous while giving the orders it will go badly for you."

The comms officer nodded, and then gave the call.

"Overlord 7 to Nerf 1, come in."

"Nerf 1, responding."

"I need you to withdraw your position back to camp. Immediately."

"What the hell for?! They're gonna breach our main encampment!"

"Commander's orders..." the Officer replied.

"Chit...fine! We'll head out. Over."

"Confirmed." The officer replied, shutting off the transmission.

"Call the teams in the South West and the North. Tell them to report back here. Don't go into details."

The Officer nodded and switched communications, giving the curt, abrupt orders to return to base.

"Where's the security section, and how long do you estimate before the arrival of all three groups?" Nathan asked, tightening his grip.

"Thirty minutes at most. Security is located in what's left of the bridge..." The Officer answered with clear fear.

"Rot in Hell..." Nathan replied, jamming the stun prod into him, removing the ice breaker, and connecting it to the system, which rapidly sliced into the mainframe.

"You have done this before..." Kinea observed again idly.

"I need you to hold down comms." Nathan said as the ICE breaker disabled key sensors and security turrets, giving him full control of the system.. "I'll take out bridge security. Jam all of their transmissions."

Kinea nodded and Nathan handed her the key cards and crept out of the Comms room taking her stun Grenades, while Kinea tended to the unconscious prisoners...

Ten minutes later...

The shadows served him well as he snuck or teleported past the guards, getting closer and closer to the bridge. At this point, he began removing targets of opportunity, knocking them out and hiding them in the shadows. As he reached the bridge section he readied his Force Pike and spied four on the run down bridge, one calling for someone to check on Engineering.

Nathan acted, teleporting in their midst, a controlled swing taking out the commander, sending him into la-la land than deliberately dropping the pike, teleporting it above the head of the second, the stun prod hitting the scalp even as he used Force Stun on the third, teleporting to the fourth and lifting him by the neck, teleporting the Pike above the Force Stunned slaver and letting the Pike's stun nodule hit him also, knocking him out too.

The Slaver he gripped by the neck slowly lost consciousness and Nathan dropped him when he was out cold, teleporting his pike back to his hand. He then locked down and disabled the rest of the camp security, and closed and locked the door to the bridge, taking one of their rangefinders. Seven minutes before the arrival of the two other teams. Scans showed their signal transponders moving closer to the crashed ship on the computer screen.

Nathan glanced up through a gap in the Hull and teleported through it, landing on the hull, where he crept down quietly through the sandstorm, spied all three groups. The two teams that had been manning the gun nests carried heavy repeaters--these, to be specific. They were closest to the camp...

Nathan crept up quietly on the fourteen strong group moving tactically through the ship ruins. He readied his stun pistol and concentrated, teleporting to the nearby top of an old Lambda Class Shuttle half buried in the sand, overlooking their slow approach through the canyon of wreckage.

He readied an Acid Arrow from his quiver as he spied a hatch upon which a lot of junk and debris rested. He fired the acid arrow at one of its joints, and the acid eventually melted the joint, causing its position to become unstable and drop, sending junk and debris tumbling down, forcing them back as he loaded a Stun Spore Arrow and fired into a cluster of three. Grouped so close together, the spores managed to catch all three, and while their coughing and nausea caught the attention of the others. He teleported down and smacked into two brutally with the Pike, knocking them out while the others were focused on the men coughing and collapsing, teleporting back to his observing point above and quickly loaded another acid arrow, firing at another structure instability, a set of pylons holding more junk and it collapsed, startling the remainder. He teleported behind another one, pike ready, and Force Stunned the one in front of him, knocking the one out next to him, then the one he had stunned. He used the fierce sandstorm to obscure his movements and mask his noise as he Force Stunned two this time (A feat that drained him more than normal). He jammed the stun prod into both.

One wheeled around, and began to raise his blaster, but Nathan was quicker, using Force Speed to close the distance and knock him out wheeling on the others, who spotted him. Nathan teleported behind each, smacking them on the head to be sure, or Force Stunning them when he thought they were gonna fire, hurling his pike into the last one. He dragged each of their unconscious bodies out of the wind storm and into shelter, tying them up securely in the wrecks of the nearby ships, before Force Leaping to a rafter above and began moving east to take down the mortar teams.

He eventually caught site of them, now in spitting distance of the crashed Hammerhead. He was lucky. Nine people, three for each team. They'd disassembled their mortars, one person in each team carrying it on their backs, another carrying the shell supply, the third carrying a rifle.

Nathan teleported behind them as they moved through wreckage. The wreckage would absorb most of the sound.

He pulled the pin on one of Kinea's makeshift stun grenades and teleported it in front of them. The stun blast knocked out the three closest but disoriented the rest and Nathan was merciless in his usage of Force Speed, knocking each out with nice long taps of the stun nodule.

He then ran quickly back to the South West route, and frowned when he saw two teams of six people, each escorting a crowd of Kitonak they had captured.

Nathan got out three stun arrows, but instead of trying to load any on his bow. He dropped them, teleporting each above the heads of the rifleman, the stun spore arrows bursting open on impact and covering them in stun spores and coughing fits, while the other team members grew startled, immediately grabbing for their comlinks.

His stun pistol was out, only firing when the howl of the wind was at its highest to drown out the noise of his pistol being fired, trusting the Force to guide his aim as he fired and teleported at the same time, knocking each out.

The Kitonak prisoners were frightened as he approached. But then he took out his Lightsaber and some of the natives recognized it. They helped him tie up their captors.

"Follow me." Nathan ordered coldly before walking away, leading them.

He reached the camp, and found Kinea standing in the middle, with knocked out slavers neatly tied up.

"You took out all three teams?" Kinea spoke, deeply surprised. "Were you some kinda fethin' shadow or something?"

"Or something..." Nathan replied, not bothering to elaborate. "I presume you took out everyone in the Hammerhead?"

"Everyone left standing. All alive. I gotta admit...I've met Knight's, even some Masters, who probably would have taken at least one of these bastard's hands..."

"Doing it as cleanly and bloodlessly as possible serves the Public Trust...and prevents us from drawing attention from our superiors we don't want." Nathan replied. "We need to get a signal to league military. A secondary camp separate from the main one has been taken care of. Did you find out what those key cards opened?"

"Red one opened up the medical bay, yellow one opened up their brig...full of dead prisoners. Tortured Kitonak. Green one opened up the armory... found this..."

She handed him a grenade with a transparent casing and orange gel inside with gray specks of particulates...

He was all too familiar with this design.

"Incendiary. Five second fuse. Mixture of Napalm and Thermite...used by guerillas..." Nathan said. "Careful with it..."

Kinea nodded and they both headed back inside, Kinea sending an encrypted transmission to league ships in orbit, revealing the location of the secondary camp and the location of all subdued hostiles. Relevant ships would transmit the info to Veino Garn Veino Garn , who was nearby...
 
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Its sensors had picked up on the object Lossa was hiding, but Solari hadn't been able to identify it.

Something powerful.

It was why his grip hadn't loosened on the blaster, until a new threat assessment considered the rovers outside to be more important. Perhaps that assessment would prove to be faulty in the long run. That was why it was an assessment. You couldn't be sure until it was tested. Regardless, Solari moved quickly and without the organic need to chatter with their target.

As one of the rovers slashed at it with a shock-staff Solari bend at an unnatural level. A human body usually would not be able to accomplish such a degree that brought him almost face-level with the ground.

Nor was it capable of immediately switching around and punching the target in the chest.

Something gave and the rover screamed out as his chest collapsed under the sudden force.

"Oh." Solari frowned there as it absently took a step to the side, which avoided a saber thrust into its face. It brushed by harmlessly and Solari rotated around its axial point, until it arrived inside the third rover's defenses. "I killed another one, I apologize!" It was not clear if this was to Lossa, to the third rover who was cursing and trying to stumble backwards.

Solari grabbed him by his helmet and yanked downward.

The force of that was enough to throw him into the sand and incapacitate him immediately.

"Hm."

It looked up to see how Lossa was doing. Right in time for the last standing slaver to stumble into him, clutching the hand that was still smoking rom Lossa's lightsaber. Solari grabbed him by the back of the neck and held him. "You are a Jedi?" Addressing Lossa directly now while it studied her intently there.

Zeltron? That was an anomaly.

Jedi? Oh, yes, Solari knew of them.

"You are eighty percent more dangerous now than five minutes ago. Congratulations."

The slaver still struggled so Solari applied pressure. Not enough to snap his neck, but enough to slow and then completely knock him out.
 

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Ocano was blissfully unaware he was being watched.

His skill in Sense was still developing. It would be many moons before he was ready to notice when a Force Master was directly scoping him out from a sizeable distance. Because of this Veino was able to watch his preparations. The way he meticulously checked his gear. Then revealed his lightsaber with a design foreign to what could be found here or even in the Alliance space. A blaster firmly secured on the belt, which already eliminated quite a few contenders.

Sith didn't bother with blasters more often than not.

Regardless.

From one moment to the next Ocano was on the move. His speed surging as he sped towards the encampment... and then faded out of view. It was unclear if it was the velocity of his movement or him using the Force to become invisible. Veino could still sense him however. The explosion started just a split moment after the surge in speed.

It was accompanied by a sudden flare in the Force.

If Veino got closer he'd see precision strikes.

The main engine reactor had been cut off, disabling the spare defense systems in place, and several corpses were laying around it. Ocano was not a difficult figure to find.

No, he was standing in front of the shack, his arms locked behind his back as he studied the structure.

Inside? They could hear yelling, argument, but the Imperial seemed heedless of that. He seemed to be considering something.
 
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Mishel closed her eyes briefly, pushing out with the Force to get a sense of just how many guards there were. As she opened her eyes, the brunette looked over to those with her. The derelict vessel was heavily guarded and the retrofitted pods and debris were opposite where they had arrived. Dug-in patrol units would be one of their obstacles as well, "stay alert and use the winds to your advantage. Trust in the Force," whispered the Jedi Master who then gave a nod of acknowledgment to Kurayami.

Slowly she crept along the thin metal wall that seemed to barely hold it together as the winds carried dust and sand, hurtling them like the microscopic missiles they became. Concentrating with the Force, Mishel kicked up a small thin wall of sand and directed it toward one of the patrols directly in front of the group. At first, it was but a mere distraction, and then quickly the guard's vision became obscure - enough that Mishel could get behind him and put him to sleep. Double-checking that the guard had a pulse, she motioned for them to continue.

There were more guards still, "any suggestions for taking more of these guys out at once?" Whispered MIshel who levied the question toward the group in general as she moved to knock out another guard. The fierce Kirodoan winds played the part of a double-edged sword, however; keeping the guards of life would prove useful. RTL could learn more about the slaver group, and by keeping the facility intact, they could retrofit it later. By the time they reached a third guard - he was getting suspicious, with two colleagues down in the sand he began to move in an unpredictable manner.

 

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