Kolto For Your Cuts

[Adele Crawford]

[SIZE=10pt]Location: Contain 2B Board Sinanju[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Objective: Extraction: [/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Allies: Dun Scaith, Rebel Team “Mephisten Red” [member="Cardinam"] [member="Jeb Belanger"], [member="Drystan Marakos"] [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]Adele continued to play with her toy. There was nothing out of the ordinary, but it kept her mind calm. There was a feeling that she had felt before, more than she would like to admit the feeling was something she had ill experience with. Her mind wandering back to Bastion and then recently with Yuroic. The two dampening an experience she had to remind herself wasn’t always bad. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]She let Drystan feel along the barrier of her mind, she needed to learn to trust the woman. They were colleagues, but that’s what she thought with Yuroic. The toy fell lifeless to its side as she closed her eyes and exhaled. It was then, the other Jedi crossed the threshold of Adele’s comfort level. The Corellian woman leaned back on the crate she was sitting on and grabbed the toy. She shoved it into the pocket of her bomber jacket and walked over to where Drystan was mediating. Her mind would instantly close off from Drystan in that moment. Kicking a crate over, Adele sat down and folded her arms. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]“You got everything?” [/SIZE]

 

[Drystan Marakos]

[SIZE=10.5pt]Location: [/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt]Container 2B Aboard the Sinanju (BFF-1 Bulk Freighter) in Transit to Vero[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.5pt]Objective:[/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt] Extraction[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.5pt]Allies:[/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt] Dun Scaith, Rebel Team “Mephisten Red” (Cardinam Jeb Belanger Adele Crawfordhttp://starwarsrp.net/user/18794-adele-crawford/)[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.5pt]Opposition:[/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt] TBD[/SIZE]

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Drystan remained where she was seated, allowing her mind to diffuse into the space around her.

She recognized when Adele began to move, and felt an iron door come slamming down between her seeking tendrils of thought, barring her from any connection with Adele's mind. The blonde Jedi hadn't been attempting to intrude, but it seemed apparent that her companion had not appreciated the gesture anyway.

The sudden outburst of noise so close in proximity to the blonde woman might have been planned to distract her.

It did not.

At Adele's question of whether Drystan had anything, there would be a space of about three heartbeats before a smile would cross over Drystan's lips... and she would open her eyes.

"Indeed." She replied, blinking away the altered sense of self and uncoiling from her lotus position. rising to her feet and giving a great stretch - she glanced back in the direction Adele had come from, and their cyborg companion whom waited there. Hazel eyes fell on Adele and she offered the woman a smile; a diplomatic move to attempt to dispel any frustration her fellow Shadow might hold. Drystan hadn't meant to insult her.

"My bag is prepped, and I'm ready to take the plunge... What about you?" She asked, and Adele might have recognized a subtle, microscopic nod of Drystan's head in the direction of their two other companions. The distance was great enough and their tones low enough that they had a moment to speak privately. Drystan was obviously asking how Adele felt about the road ahead.

 

[Adele Crawford]

[SIZE=10pt]Sitting on the crate that she kicked over, Adele kept her hands in her pocket and listened to Drystan. She knew the woman meant no harm, but she didn’t want anyone where she was caressing. Closing her eyes, she sighed softly and nodded. “I have everything.” The nod was enough to tell Adele what she already knew, right now wasn’t the time to discuss what just happened, but she hoped that Drystan understood enough. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]Looking down at her wrist comm, she nodded. “Soon, just not yet.” It was cryptic, but if Drystan was as good as she said she was about knowing people and the like, the woman would be able to pick apart what Adele meant with her small words. They were partners in this and at the end of the day they could only trust each other. There were still boundaries that the Corellian needed to keep for the time being – to protect herself. [/SIZE]

[member="Drystan Marakos"]

 

[Drystan Marakos]

Drystan considered [member="Adele Crawford"]'s response, piecing together the small hints until, all at once, she understood.

Drystan reached up, tucking a strand of long blonde hair behind one ear.. averting her gaze for a moment before looking back at Adele, giving a nod. The look in her hazel eyes was one of apology.

She'd have to be more considerate in the future.

"Gettin' to be about that time..." She said, returning to her cheery demeanor. "Whatever happens down there, we come back together... or not at all. Those are our friends down there, and we're gonna get them out." She wasn't simply saying the words to convince either one of them; she was speaking as-if there were no place in the Galaxy for anything but that specific outcome. She meant it.

Drystan reached down and gathered up the small bag which had been tucked out of the way and concealed by the crate Adele had shifted; within the bag were a small selection of tools the Jedi Sentinel would be bringing onto the Planet Vero. Hopefully, she wouldn't need any of them.

 

[Sor-Jan Xantha]

TIE/IN INTERCEPTOR TK-74205
Location: First Order Fleet
Objective: Learn to fly
Nearby: [member="Nagisa Yamamoto"] | [member="Rowena Ewesa"] | [member="Erika Von Strauss"] | [member="Rolf Amsel"]
[Armour of Ren] [Flight Harness] [Lightsaber] [HoloBoy Advanced]

The atmospheric shield started to become visible as the TIE interceptor started to cut into upper stratosphere.

The magnetic shield appeared like a glowing red bubble, increasing in intensity as the sleek craft transitioned from out of space. The computer guidance system kept the boy on an angle of attack that safely handle the friction along the underside of the shield telemetry, but it was still a bit of a rough ride. The Atrisian youngling was bounced around as turbulence began to cause cavitation through the small craft.

As he worked to handle the controls, the boy saw a contact following him from out of the fleet formation.

The call from the intercom confused him for a moment. If there was a problem, wouldn't Flight Control on the Malignant or the Akago be making this call?

Using an S-curve manuever to reduce his speed through the atmosphere, the boy steadied the TIE interceptor as he toggled the comm system. "This is TK-74205. Service tag 4879-D," he replied, using the FOSB identification code that had been assigned to him.

Trying to recall the checklist from the simulators, the boy began cycling through the different flight systems in order to adjust the profile for atmospheric flight. Easing the TIE interceptor down through the clouds, the boy was in awe as the white fog pulled away to reveal the planetary surface below.

"What's your, uh, service tag?" the boy asked, speaking back to the disembodied voice that had called through the comm. "And... do you happen to recall if you set the particle motivator to two or four in a Type-1 atmosphere?"

 

[Mellifluous Magenta]

Flight Officer Rowena Ewesa, Pixie Seven
Post 2
Location: Orbit of Vero
Equipment/Ship: Comet OSM-10, Flight Suit, TIE/SF - Conqueror
Allies: The First Order, [member="Rolf Amsel"], [member="Kyli DT-6767"], [member="Erika Von Strauss"], [member="Marriskcal Lati"], [member="Luther Ando"], [member="Racosidae"], [member="Nagisa Yamamoto"], [member="Tao Liu Xian"]

Rowena quickly keyed the tags into her craft's on board database, and much to her relief, they were verified. A quick glance at the database informed her that the pilot of the errant interceptor was an agent for the First Order Security Burearu. However, his personnel profile was far more scant than what she was used to seeing. The only information that was present on his profile related to his ethnicity, age, numerical designations, and his physical attributes. Anything else was classified and beyond the parameters of her security clearances.

"Pilot," Rowena began in a tone that left no uncertainty regarding her intentions. "You are free to leave. In the future, please do not embark on training flights while naval and starfighter operations are in progress. This not the time nor the place for horseplay, cadet." Rowena finished and abruptly cut the communication channel, before opening a private channel to the Atrisian pilot.

"Two."

The channel abruptly cut off, and Rowena turned her TIE hard to port and initiated a climb towards space.

 

[Placeholder 010]

There were times when Psychonaut found himself wanting for company. They were usually when one would not expect such desires to arise, but they were there all the same. Now was one of those times.

While there was plenty of excitement to be had on the job, it often came in bursts. The moments in between were often silent and incredibly tense, and they weren't particularly good for his nerves. Rendered utterly motionless behind the trash can, Psychonaut could only stew in his own thoughts while he waited for the loaders to finish their work.

He counted a few heads - more than he liked, but not enough to send him running. If he could do this properly, he might be able to sneak his way aboard the transport without having to harm a soul: an outcome that would prove to be beneficial for all parties involved.

The mercenary strained to listen to whatever conversation was going on between the loaders. He could only make out a few words here and there, but he surmised that they were likely in a hurry to move their shebs before the First Order's agents paid them a visit.

With great care, the Psychonaut began to slowly circle around the transport, his eyes peering out into the artificial light for a sign of any other interested parties. It would be naive to think that he was the only hunter on the prowl tonight.

[member="Luther Ando"], [member="Jarik Creel"], [member="Cim Salro"]

 

[Luther Lewis]

Location: Krth Labs - Cargo Area.
Objective: Investigate the Selkath.
Gear: Knuckle Plate Vibroblade, Wrist DataPad, 2 x Homing Beacons.

​

The receptionist fiddled nervously near the elevator to the cargo area, having decided that Luther was too far an important guest to leave with security. Khasa had been left behind in the waiting room.

Luther paced the cargo area, inspecting the machinery. Large submersible transports moved the crates of Kolto back and forth from the ocean floor. Full transports were offloaded here and empty transports, driverless, were programmed to return to the underwater refinery.

It was easy to hide the homing beacons in each of the transports. There was a little nook for attaching the straps along the side of the vessel. He brushed his hands absentmindedly along the edge, popping the small tracker out of sight.

He suppressed a grin as he finished his inspection. He didn’t expect negotiations to go anywhere, but with these trackers the First Order would know the location of Krth’s secret kolto refineries. Knowing the location was valuable data in itself, not counting the potential if The Order seized it for themselves.

- - - - -​

​

He took his place by one of the transports and settled down to wait. It didn’t take long for the interested party to show. An elderly Selkath, dressed in ostentatious and frankly ridiculous flowing garb, made his way out of the elevator. He and the receptionist approached Luther, flanked by a security team of six. Luther bowed low. The old Selkath considered him for a moment before turning to the head of his guard. “Seize him” he said in Selkatha.

“Kark” Luther muttered. Two big Selkath approached him. “Stop” Luther commanded, surprised when the guards hesitated. “I represent the First Order. An attack on me is an attack on them”. The Selkath elder gave him a look of derision. “I’ve talked with your ‘Order’ ” his basic was mangled and slurred. “And they have no report of a ‘Lieutenant Oswald’ ”. His face now changed into one of pure hatred. “You’re from Ollix aren’t you?! Sent to kill me…” The guards had shaken off their torpor and where once again approaching Luther.

He’d been betrayed, but by who? The question seemed unimportant at the current moment. He raised his hands in surrender as the guards drew near. Once close enough, he whipped his left hand out. A thick wedge of sharp metal shot out of the glove, slashing the throat of the nearby Selkath. In the same motion he swiped the blaster and shot the other guard in the chest.

Blaster shots erupted from the remaining security. Luther pivoted one of the Selkath bodies, using the large corpse to shield himself from the fire. Pain erupted in his left shoulder as he pushed away the body and leapt behind a transport.

His shoulder had been hit and seared with a burning pain. He pushed it to the back of his mind as he took in his surroundings. The workers had stopped, dumbstruck as Luther stared at them. Luther did some mental calculations in his head and decided he needed some allies. “Quadruple pay if you help me!” he shouted. He fired a few shots blindly to prevent the guards from rushing him.

Hopefully someone would come to his aid, otherwise his chances of escape were slim.

| [member="Jarik Creel"] | [member="Psychonaut"] |​

 

[Nagisa Yamamoto]

Allies: First Order.
Near: [member="Erika Von Strauss"], [member="Tao Liu Xian"], [member="Rowena Ewesa"]
Equipment: P-23 Blaster Pistol, First Order Officer Uniform, Vibrorapier
Objective: Standstill in Space. Watch for any suspicious activity that comes in or out of the planet. Blockade if needed.

From what reports that Yamamoto received from intel that had made it through, rebels are lurking around this planet. She rose from her seat a bit and walked a bit up the bay outlooking the window, in which one of the First Order Naval Officers that was assigned to her crew was there, namely to try and see if Yamamoto was truly loyal and sympathetic to the cause, in which, she is. But still, one can never tell if a Warlord can go rouge. Especially if it's an Imperial from a empire years in the past.

"Rebels?" she said to him. "There's Rebels still out there? Those persistent Rebel scum are still fighting for a pointless cause? Even after all these hundreds of years of fighting?" Her voice sounded harsh, but didn't rose in tone. The officer glance at her and nodded.

"Yes ma'am." he said.

Folding her arms again into a thinking posture, she observed out the glass a bit more. She then went back to sitting down on her chair and kept thinking. Deep into thought, she wanted to do something, such as making sure that there was no escape for any rebels whom might try to do so, or engage any rebel that would attempt to break through a potential blockade, but, Yamamoto didn't ordered anything like that. She had more questions than answers instead for these rebels...

 

[Tatya Zane]

@Psychonaut @Luther Ando

Jarik ducked instinctively as blasterfire echoed through the nearby hangar from one side of the door. A team of Selkath security spread out and opened fire on someone or other. A human, as far as Jarik could tell, and from what the older Selkath had said, they must have thought he was an assassin. But the man called out to the other workers. First Order agent? Quadruple pay? That was tempting.

He gave a look to the overseer who considered for a moment and then shrugged. "On your own head, Creel. You're a contractor." The hefty Weequay tossed a rifle across his shoulder and stood in front of the transport. "Nobody takes the cargo." He gave a gruff glower in Jarik's direction. "And don't compromise it."

With that, he uttered a quiet order to the other works in Huttese and they pulled back into the ship and sealed the hatch as they dragged in the last of the kolto. Jarik felt some of the tension ease from his neck. That job was complete and the credits would be piling into his account.

Yet there was something that moved in the shadows, just barely visible and Jarik studied it for a moment. Someone was sneaking around. But it hardly mattered now, the ship was loaded and the hatch seal. Already, he could feel the floor beneath his feet vibrating as the engines powered up for launch.

Reaching into his shirt, he retrieved the discblade, holding it one hand, and activated the shock-gauntlets inside the wrappings of his other hand. He waited a moment before breaking into a run towards the closest of the Selkath security. As he did, he jumped, pushing off with his legs, and hurling the disc at the guard closest to the agent, while bringing his other, electrified fish crashing downwards with all of his weight behind it into the other guard's skull. Electricity crackled at the impact and the guard went down. Even as this happened, Jarik was spinning to bring his fists in towards the other one.

"And a favor!" He called to the First Order agent. "You'll owe me one."

 

[Dirk Bannahan]

Location: In Ollix Medlabs
Allies: [member="Marriskcal Lati"] | [member="Rolf Amsel"] | [member="Luther Ando"] and the First Order
Enemies: [member="Cim Salro"]
Equipment: Violet Lightsaber, Hold-out Blaster, Blue Armorweave Cape, and nurse outfit?
Morale: Neutral

Between the First Order and high wealth vice traffickers one could question certain methods applied by both parties —namely their similarities. Intrusion was always sordid affair when handled by people who didn't necessarily care for the well being of those stuck on the victimized side.

For a Force Vampire, entry into such a facility served little for sport. It just required the right kind of fuel. So when it took Rae the Ren only 8 minutes to enter and delve deep into the core of the labs after a sprint of climbing and leaping on top of the buildings themselves, shimmying through vents, siphoning a quick top up from some of the faculty, and collecting a number of security credentials which enabled passage to some of the more interesting, experimental basements within the compound, it was hard to find any visible fatigue on her face.

On these basements which housed a few patients one might find some interesting attempts to push the science of healing to an even higher level of efficiency. Nurses were required to attend to these patients. Rae, sometimes enterprising when bored, had stolen one such smock, complete with a skirt, a little hat, and comfortable soft shoes. Only thing was that she had refused to remove her cloak, which caused a bit of confusion during a particular lift ride.

“Hello! First day here? That's a strange cape.” Asked another attendant, unknowingly already a mental hostage as the Force Vampire’s telepathic powers were already warping the perception of reality.

“I'm cold.” Croaked Rae before walking in different direction.

That strange scent in the air clung beyond the bounds of the usual senses. This was something unnatural, bubbling like a tremor in the Force but a slight blip —like a singular mote that just laid down upon a radar screen. It demanded her attention, though she had no clue on how exactly get to this disturbance.

Shrugging, Rae went on the hunt and let her “spiritual” nose guide her.

Little did she know she would be crossing paths with another dangerous kind of predator.

 

[Placeholder 010]

Nearby(ish): [member="Racosidae"], [member="Jarik Creel"], [member="Luther Ando"], [member="Cim Salro"]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QIMlGbv9K9w​

I really wish I was high right now.

Psychonaut peered out into the encroaching chaos with private annoyance. As much as he enjoyed a good fight, he preferred it to be on his terms. He could only curse under his breath as the Weequay slammed the hatch shut, sealing away the goods Psychonaut had come to collect.

Karker.

The mercenary drew in a deep breath. He took a moment to weigh out his odds one final time, decided he didn't like how the math added up, and rose from his hiding place. No one paid the shimmering near-invisible figure much mind - the gunfight seemed to be far more interesting. That suited Psychonaut just fine. There wasn't any way he was going to get away with the kolto without getting himself shot first, so he chose the next best option. The invisible soldier hurled a small tracking device onto the vessel's bulky underbelly as its engines roared to life.

He might not end up getting paid as much for marking a target for a raid, but it was better than nothing.

Psychonaut wasted little time in shifting his priorities. His attentions fell upon the two Selkath guards remaining; the shooters were pinned up behind a few overturned crates in hopes of buying enough time for themselves to take a proper shot.

Unfortunately for them, the First Order had the credits to back up their claims. Fortunately for them, Psychonaut was the mercenary to hone in on them.

A flurry of neon light exploded in all directions from between the two Selkath. The guards jerked up in instinctive surprise, but the artificial rainbow was so bright and all consuming that they had trouble making out the figure that stalked within it.

The snap-hiss of a stun stick could just barely be heard over the blaster fire. The first Selkath raised his rifle - only to find the stun stick shoved hard into his chest. The alien screeched as he lost control of his motor functions and collapsed to the ground, twitching softly as consciousness left him.

The second was not so easy. The fish-man's beady black eyes managed to discern the bulky figure of the Psychonaut within the lines of light and shadow. Psycho bit back a curse as the alien's clawed hand raked across his face, sending droplets of sweet crimson spilling from the mercenary's open cheek.

"I'm the nice one you frakkin' idiot. They want to kill you, I just want to beat your osik in." Psychonaut snarled as he smacked the rifle out of the guard's hand. The Selkath barked something in his own language - Psychuonaut didn't give much of frak about what the alien speak meant.

He jabbed the stun stick forward, but the Selkath seemed to know exactly where it was going to land. He jerked away from one, spun around the other, and landed his knee in Psychonaut's chest hard enough to momentarily distort the small sea of colors surrounding him, and send the stunstick skating across the floor.

Probably got a couple seconds.

A fish fist flew for Psycho's skull: the merc jerked to left, let the first hit open air, and slammed his own into the alien's lower jaw. The Selkath gargled as bits of teeth and blood flew from his mouth. The blow hurt Psycho's hand like a real schutta, but adrenaline made that pain a far away thing.

He was on the Selkath then, fists hammering into the guard's chest and skull. He halted himself as the Selkath's bruised skull lulled back into the floor - this one wasn't going to be fighting any further.

Satisfied, Psychonaut rose to his feet, the Selkath's blood dripping from his bruised knuckles, his chest rising and falling violently from the exertion. He turned toward the First Order officer and the crewmen. To look upon him was to look upon an enigma. Psychonaut's entire form was shrouded in a tiny sea of shadowy neon colors that made the outline of his body easy to see, but the details hazy and obscure. The sea of light only extended a foot or so from Psychonaut's body, and followed him as he strode toward [member="Jarik Creel"] and [member="Luther Ando"].

"One hundred twenty thousand credits," he spoke smoothly, "That's how much you owe me suit." He gestured toward Luther.

 

[Andorreth Vikar]

Well this was different. First time to Manaan, maybe next time I'd actually be able to walk the surface. As it was there was an an attractive blonde meditating with another young woman chatting, they must be friends then. As it was I tapped the datapad attached to my left wrist gauntlet. Inventory of the weapons I had on hand, ejecting the wrist blades I retracted them once again. Those were in working order, checking the power packs stored in compartments of my armor I pulled free the modded DC-15s blaster pistol and looked it over. Charged and loaded, re-holstering it I looked over everthing else in my inventory. Stun darts, flash suppressors on all my weapons small ion charges for droids and breaching doors. Looking around I began humming to myself, it felt good to be humming what I was. Vode an hadn't escaped my lips in a long time. "Kandosii sa kar'ta, Vode an. Coruscanta a'den mhi Vode an..."

I'm sure at least one other person knew these lyrics. The Mando'ade the Silver Order had dealt with needed more allies...especially with all the Sith factions and Mando'ade they'd been dealing with recently....It might be worth it after this mission to see about talking with a certain senator I'd helped out previously...

[member="Adele Crawford"] [member="Jeb Belanger"] [member="Drystan Marakos"] [member="Cardinam]

 

[Cim Salro]

Location: Visitor Landing Pad of Ollix Medlabs
Ship: The Aschansa
Objective: Piracy
Allies or Enemies: [member="Racosidae"] [member="Psychonaut"] [member="Luther Ando"]


Unexpectedly a cloud of free-floating grief hit her hard in the stomach, much like a punch out of nowhere. It came at the most inopportune moments and was probably exacerbated by the memory soup she’d overindulged in right before exiting The Aschansa. She rubbed at her face, trying to appear like some exploited, demoralized laborer, but Cim still felt a little unsteady on her feet. Soon after her natural racial ability kicked in, and she waited patiently for the other guards to find themselves distracted, leaving one of them vulnerable.

As Cim approached the only guard paying attention, she could feel the proboscises beginning to poke at the insides of her cheeks. Chuckling to herself, she promised her greedy appetite that it wasn’t time yet. And as striking as the dark-haired alien was, this was also no time to flirt. With the no-nonsense telepathy that Anzats were known to possess she implanted the suggestion in the human male’s mind to “let me pass.”

And so he did.

Ha, too easy she thought as she swept through the metal detectors, peeking back at the guard who seemed bewildered and dumbfounded, then went right back to gossiping with his co-workers.

Her force abilities were raw and untamed, therefore she did not detect the Witch Initiate who was also playing dress-up in Ollix Medlabs, though one glimpse of that cape and she may do a double take.

Now where to find the bacta.

 

[Jihun Kim]

​

Location: Container 2B aboard the Sinanju (BFF-1 Bulk Freighter) in transit to Vero.
Objective: Extraction
Allies: Dun Scaith, Rebel Team "Mephisten Red" ([member="Adele Crawford"] [member="Jeb Belanger"] [member="Drystan Marakos"])
Opposition: TBD

As Cardinam was trying enjoying his gum (key word trying, nicotine gum was disgusting) he felt a prickling sensation at the back of his neck. His eyes were the drawn to one of the Jedi of the bunch, some leggy blonde that looked like she would be right at home on a catwalk.

In another time, he would have been all over that , but since he had acquired his dæmon, he tended to steer clear of Forcers if he could help it. Now, he could feel them always probing with invisible tendrils, which left him queasy. They were always doing it like they couldn't help themselves but pry.

Seeing the world with a third eye had opened up a new realm of horrors.

If she had kept her focus on him much longer, then he would have said something, but then she started chatting it up with another Rebel leaving him be.

Marvelous.

Almost. From another of the Jedi, some gruff looking fellow, Mandalorian slipped from his tongue in song. He hated Mandalorian, such a nasty guttural language, a few steps away from basic grunting.

He checked the time. About ten more minutes until they reverted. Close enough.

He spit out his gum and rolled back into the original wad of paper for later. "Alright people, load up. As soon as the Corona hits low orbit to dock, it's going to pop open this container and you don't want to be outside when you do."

"I'm taking my team in the second transport. The rest of you take the lead transport."

It wasn't a coincidence that all the Force Users of the bunch had just been packed into the first dropship. Now they could all be together as one with their freaky deaky powers.

 

[Adele Crawford]

Location: Container 2B on the Sinanju -> Surface
Objective: Extraction
Allies: Dun Scaith, Rebel Team “Mephisten Red” ([member="Jeb Belanger"] [member="Drystan Marakos"] [member="Cardinam"] [member="Andorreth Vikar"])
Opposition: TBD

Adele nodded at Drystan’s comment. The woman had a romantized outlook on things, was very inspirational the whole bit. It reminded her of a lot of the Jedi she worked with in the Galactic Alliance. While inspirational, they seemed more defeated than anything now. Shaking her head, she quickly responded, “Promised someone that I always come home, I’m just here to keep my promises.” She ended it there and Cardinam started to speak. Adele nodded and shoved her datapad away and finished whatever she needed to finish to get ready.

“Sounds good, we’ll rendezvous on the ground then.” Adele moved taking the lead.

Loading into the first dropship, Adele made a quick once over with her hand. She didn’t’ want to mess with it too much and the machine was set to autopilot. The faster she transferred information to it the better. The wave of her hand allowed her to use the force to set the information and the coordinates using Mechu Deru. She was in control of the ship without having to be in the pilot’s seat.

Once everyone was loaded in and locked up, Adele exhaled and waited for the ship to enter low orbit. It didn’t’ take long and suddenly they were pushed out of the container. With the stealth systems activated, the drop ship guided its cargo to the jungles on the outskirts of the city. Upon landing Adele would move to leave the ship as quickly as possible.

 

[Andorreth Vikar]

I'd noticed the slight tension between the blonde young woman and the woman who was controlling the drop ship. Friendly disagreement perhaps? It wasn't my business anyways. I was here to make sure that all the shadows stayed safe. I had sensed the man's disdain for my singing vode an. Not that it mattered just more prejudice.... As we began the descent I looked at the others and said softly "May The Force be with you ladies." Without another word I looked at each of them briefly and pulled my helm on twisting it to the right a soft hissing click and the HUD came into view. My ID came online and I selected the call sign of Wraith. Crouching I locked my boots against the deckplate. As we landed I disengaged the magnetic lock and stood moving outside the drop ship. Unclipping my rifle I braced it against my shoulder and engaged the magnetic clip on the harness. I'd take a rear guard role. For now I was waiting for a direction to go....

(Jeb Belanger Drystan Marakos Cardinam

 

[Jeb Belanger]

Location: Container 2B Aboard the Sinanju (BFF-1 Bulk Freighter) in Transit to Vero
Objective: Extraction
Allies: Dun Scaith, Rebel Team “Mephisten Red”
Opposition: TBD

Gathering himself, feeling the dirt ground beneath his boots and the humid jungle air between his fingers, Jeb took the same breath as before. Prickling in his throat like a point to be proven. It felt odd, quaint perhaps that he would be working alongside shadows. Normally he worked alone but his own superiors deemed it wise to send one of their best to aid their new found friends.

Alaidi alkhamlh hi adwat alshiatin...

He muttered blankly to himself, shooting a rather neutral expression to Adele who was leading the team while the bag of bolts known as Cardinam took his other team elsewhere. He found it amusing how throughout his long career, first as a Mirialan assassin for the council, secondly as a rebel fighting for a cause far greater than his own against the Sith, he had rarely encountered male shadows nor male Silver Jedi. Not that he was one to complain, months of living in hiding with a mostly male organisation made one mad after a while.

Jeb had killed Jedi and Sith force users thrice over in his life, first as a government employee and twice as a rebel. Despite all the nonsense myths surrounding them as being some near unkillable beings, Jedi and Sith were just like any mortal, just flesh and bones. The only difference was that killing them required a bit more effort. One only had to refer to the countless Jedi purges as an example.

OOC info: Text highlighted in green translates to: Idle hands are the devil's tools.
[member="Andorreth Vikar"] [member="Adele Crawford"] [member="Cardinam"] [member="Drystan Marakos"]

 

[Drystan Marakos]

Location: Container 2B Aboard the Sinanju (BFF-1 Bulk Freighter) in Transit to Vero
Objective: Extraction
Allies: Dun Scaith, Rebel Team “Mephisten Red”
Opposition: TBD
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Drystan took her bag, not remarking on Allyson's mention of her promise to return. The blonde woman had made similar promises before, as well as heard similar promises made... Sometimes, those promises were broken. Other times, they were not.

Drystan gave a nod toward [member="Andorreth Vikar"], eyeing him carefully.. still unsure of his presence amongst them. They hadn't shared many words, and she kept her cards quite close to her chest. She was not standoffish, but her past had taught her to be cautious. In fact, Adele would be the only person up-until this moment Drystan had shared much conversation with at all. She was wholly focused on the mission ahead.

The Jedi Sentinel stepped into the stealth transport, taking a seat at the rear closest to the exit hatch. She stowed her bag, making sure to hold onto the strap; remaining connected to it, in-case the landing was rougher than they all hoped. She watched as her small team loaded up alongside her, while the cybernetic warrior and his companion took their own.

Drystan said nothing, merely closing her eyes and fading into the depths of the Force...

The brief trip from the transport to Vero's surface passed uneventfully, and Drystan extricated herself from the stealthy vehicle just behind Adele.

While the rest of the team began to situate themselves, Drystan would open up the duffle she had carried all this way and remove a small number of items, stowing them about her person. She stretched out with The Force, feeling the world around her teeming with life.

Prepared, the blonde woman gathered her thoughts and joined the team, awaiting orders. She would be watching the world around them carefully, obviously preoccupied with maintaining security.

[member="Jeb Belanger"] [member="Adele Crawford"] [member="Cardinam"]

 

[Luther Lewis]

Location: Krth Labs - Cargo Area.
Objective: Survive.
Gear: Knuckle Plate Vibroblade, Wrist DataPad, K-16 Bryar Pistol.

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Luther had skirted death so many times he feared for his sanity. Nevertheless, his heart pounded as he peered for his cover to find all the Selkath dead. "Alright" he muttered, standing up. "I can work with this". He looked up see the majority of workers, minus two, close the doors to the last transport and take off through the air-lock above him. "Kark, nevermind" he swore. He pushed up his sleeve to reveal a slim datapad on his wrist. The device had passively been taking scans as Luther traveled through the building. There were few exits available, the closest was the main entrance which would be crawling with security. He pinched the screen to enlarge the view and smiled as he examined the rest of the building. 'Yes, there' he thought. The was one more avenue of escape, only it was deeper into the complex.

He memorized the map before moving to greet his new companions. They were rough types, but mercs often were in his opinion. One had a pair of lethal looking pair of gauntlets, an a look in his eye that told Luther that he knew how to use them. The second merc was worrisome. Surrounded by a haze, the merc was either a force-user or had a impressive amount of tech. Neither scenario inspired trust within Luther.

"I don't deal the favours and I don't deal in promise of services" he addressed the two fighters. "I pay for delivery of services". He pulled two credit chips, worth 5000 each, and chucked one to each. "Thank you, Gentleman, for you timely rescue" he walked over to the downed elder, reaching down and grabbing the Selkath's robes. "If you'd like to continue to be paid, then by all means, follow close behind". The Selkath spluttered and cried out as Luther hauled him to his feet. "Not dead, Elder?" Luther had shot him in the leg at the start of the conflict, and the foolish alien had tried play dead. "Shash-ka" Luther read of his name-tag. "Would you mind accompanying us to your office?" Luther took Shash-ka's groan as affirmation and started hauling him to the elevator.

"There are only two exits left" he said to his companions as he pushed the Elder into the elevator. "The front door, which is a bad idea, naturally" He punched in the button for the top floor and pushed Shash-ka up to the retinal scanner. "And a transport on the roof of the building, right outside Shash-ka's office". The Selkath hissed, but said nothing as the doors closed . The elevator whirred almost soundlessly as it soared up to the top level.

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The doors opened to reveal a friendly face. "Luther!" Khasa grinned nervously. "I'm glad you're here, I was just about to start negotiating with-" "Unlikely" Luther interrupted, shooting Khasa in the leg. Luther had little patience for monologues from traitors. The blast prompted a group of eight Selkath to emerge from their hiding place behind two ornate marble pillars. Luther pushed the Elder away and took cover behind a pillar of his own. "Time to earn that second paycheck" he shouted.

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