Laid to Rest - SJO Kashyyyk Hex Dominion

[WelshGuy]

Planet: Trandosha
Objective: Locate new shipment of slaves/find information on the person in charge.
Allies: [member="Audren Sykes"] | [member="Makari Valeal"]
Enemies: Slavers
Posts: 3/37

Yuroic jumped from roof to roof, only stopping after ten minutes of constant sprinting. He was bent over, breathing in heavily. Looking back the guard had seemingly given up. Somewhat of a relief but he knew there would be later consequences for his slip up. The pause in thought allowed him to take in his surroundings, he was pretty far from where he wanted to go but that shouldn't be too much of a concern. He still had time to get there, so hopefully there would be some information he could gain from the shipment on the leader of the group. If not then he would always be saving a group of Wookiees from doom. And there should be less people able to kill him, if he was careful. Something that was quite new to him. Still, he had sneaked around enough cargo ships to have some talent in stealth.

After a minute to recover, Yuroic was off again, this time though taking things at a slower pace as to not overexert himself. An hour or so later he arrived at the gathering point. He was watching from afar, he had spotted guards on all the nearest warehouses near the landing pad. He was going to have to be very careful. He only had a small blaster pistol on him, he wanted something he could easily conceal and a sword would be too obvious. It was at times like this he wished he had a lightsaber but he knew he was not ready for that responsibility, not yet at least. So Yuroic moved quietly down the rows of warehouses, looking around for any guards. He was closer when he heard two men speaking to themselves.

Ack! When is the shipment getting here? I want to head to the cantina, see those twi'lek dances once more!

Quiet! Remember, Ghorst contacted us via comlink. Some hooded man could be heading this way. So shut that big mouth of yours!

Yuroic gave a silent yet dispirited sigh. They were suspecting him already, which made things ten times harder to begin with. He needed to get rid of the guards and grab any information he could. Using his blaster would be suicide at this point, everyone nearby would easily hear it. If only he brought a weapon he could throw and kill from afar! He closed his eyes and pictured the layout of the landing pad, or at least what he could picture. He marked in his mind where the guards were and tried figuring out the best route to killing or at least knocking them out would be. He was getting a better idea when he heard a voice call out.

And who do we have here?

Yuroic snapped his eyes open and turned to face the guard. They were holding a blaster straight at him, he swallowed hard and thought of the options he had available to him. There wasn't many. He quickly fell to one knee. Pulling out his pistol he took a shot and fired it into the chest. The guard fell dead but he could hear the movement of the others heading in his direction already. He had to move quickly. He raced away and dove into a narrow and dark gap between two warehouses. The gap was tight but he was able to move sideways down to the other side and pull himself out. He thanked himself for training harder to lose the fat he had put on from eating so much.

Now he moved towards the landing pad, he hoped that most of the guards would be too busy investigating their dead friend to be there. Yuroic arrived at the pad and looked around quickly, no one. He let a sigh of relief out before he moved towards desk with several shipments information. These contained when slaves would be arriving in the future, some were today at various locations. He sent the data to the secure link he had with the SJO. This would help in freeing those would be trapped for longer than necessary. However, he still couldn't find much on the leader, nothing concrete. Just emails from their underlings stating that whoever was in charge killed one of their friends. Definitely someone dangerous but still nothing that ties to them.

This seemed to be hopeless. But he shook his head, he had to find something. Perhaps the slavers arriving would have more information. It was something he could look into, he had to free those slaves anyway. He couldn't let them down. Not after failing the ones at the auction.

 

[Darth Abyss]

Location: Charros IV
Objective: Chaos and Famine
Allies: [member="Krest"] [member="Darth Ophidia"] [member="Darth Lykos"]
Enemies: Jedi

Silently the metal figure, still hovering in the air free from the chains of the ground, listened to his fellow members of the council, a plan forming in his head. Maybe they were simply looking at their options from the wrong perspective, a perceived obstacle armed with green and blue sabers could quite as well turn out as their greatest weapon in this war in the shadows.

"Their deaths could lead to unity, but only if they see what blade does the killing. The last I checked the burns look the same, no matter what crystal rests in the hilt."

In his new form Abyss couldn't offer a sly grin to the others, but the fixed metal teeth mixed with a slight tilt of the twisted skull that his mask rested on emulated the experience well enough to underline his point. He never had been one for a direct solution, at least not if a more elegant way presented itself to his endless mind. The jedi didn't knew it yet, but their blades could make the difference between peace and utter chaos, leading to the rule of deranged, well paying, extremists.

"I say we kill one or maybe two less important members of the USS now, and mask it as a plot the moderate delegation hatched together with their jedi "mediators." Once done chaos and paranoia will do our job, or at least grant us enough time to erase our targets without interference by the jedi."

It was a typical Abyss plan, less focused on straight up killing, instead rather relying on trickery and deception to make his enemies trip, stumble and fall until all he had to do was to crush their heads under a metal foot. A fate fitting for meaningless insects.

 

[Jessica Med-Beq]

Location: Kashyyyk
Objective: Laid to rest
Allies: Silver Jedi [member="Kaden"] [member="Gabriel Volturi"]
Post: 8/37

From what Jessica knew about the terentateks, they were nocturnal creatures. Luckily for her, they arrived while there was still enough daylight. She gets closer to the center of the nexus, at the epicenter of this beach of death, where she stood all those years ago. Already she seemed to be using some computational power, much as she would use some in the conversations she had with Jairdain and others before that. But that was not much compared to the amount of computational power she had at her disposal; she also remembered that her mechanism to use Force-light required tons of computational power to perform, for the reason that it fed off the Force-glow of her brain, which, in turn, depended on how much computational power she used. Much as she did as some sort of show back on Caluula to help maintain the morale of the crew. For the time being, she realizes that the time may not be ripe for using it just yet, and that she has to position herself behind the fence being built but also in front of the nexus for her plan to work, while night was about to fall.

"Why are we not cleansing the nexus now?" the machinegun squad leader asked.

"Remember that I'm not the best at focusing Force-light. Once the terentateks are closing in, I will use it then, since me using Force-light will make me look like a light bulb in the Force. With the terentateks in front and the nexus behind me, I can radiate my Force-light in all directions and kill two birds with one stone"

"And I thought you had a poodoo-ton of Force-power: I saw you on Caluula, you seemed to know exotic powers that several Jedi I served under could only dream of, since they all seemed to prefer powers that are practical in lightsaber combat"

"I might not have a whole lot of lumens to show for it but I'd rather make the most out of my Force-energy"

Spoiler: Kachirho security

Vehicles:

12 Irnfall main battle tanks

Infantry:

24 Korriban heavy machineguns (48 men)
24 MiniMag PTL missile launchers (48 men)
180 Silver Rangers

 

[Joza Perl]

Location: Togoria
Objective: Humanitarian Aid
Post #: 4

While some of the healers stayed to unload the supplies, a few spread out around the surrounding villages to assess damages, figure out how to allocate their resources and request more aid if necessary. Heartbeat has history with the Silvers given that Joza was heavily involved with them at one point, and though she’d left Voss in pursuit of a different lifestyle, she did what she could within reason when it came to aiding the people under Silver protection. War often hurt the lowest common denominator, the civilian populace the most.

A pair of Zeltron healers made their way through a nearby village, helmets off and weapons tucked neatly away. They were always armed, to protect both themselves and their charges from potential hostiles. Given that they worked in hot zones and on dangerous worlds when needed, they were all trained in basic combat. Zeltrons were the most common among the healers given their natural empathetic abilities. It was one of the reasons Joza had reached out to her own kind in order to fill the ranks—there was already a level of trust there, Zeltron to Zeltron, and she provided an opportunity to work off world that didn’t involve exotic dancing or prostitution. Not that Joza found anything fundamentally wrong with either profession—she’d made her credits as a shameless dancer—but they carried the risk of physical abuse, lures into slavery and were often looked down upon by other species. She was just providing different options.

“Excuse me, miss…?” A Togorian male, looking to be middle aged from the way his fur was beginning to lose its color approached the pair of Zeltrons. While he did not seem timid, there were rings of exhaustion around his tired eyes. “Are you part of those Silver people? Are you perhaps…medics?” He looked over them a bit warily, eyes falling on the red crosses on their front.

 

[Darth Ferus]

Location: Charros IV
Objective: War
Allies: [member="Darth Lykos"] ; [member="Darth Abyss"] ; [member="Darth Ophidia"]
Enemies: Jedi [member="Jairdain"] ; [member="Samara Galloway"]

"My only desire is to capture this blind Jedi and see if I can make her one of ours. But, by removing her from the picture, it would be easier to put the doubt of the Jedi in mind. As Famine has said, the color doesn't affect the burn. Should I find anything on her or within her room to incriminate her as the culprit, I'll send it along. Otherwise, I leave it to you to find a way to blame the Jedi." With that Krest shut off his communicator and finished his drink. His mission was perhaps the clearest of them all.

The Sith Lord would leave the silent bar, carefully stepping over the bodies that laid about. He would leave none alive to tell he had been here if he could help it, none but the target he wanted. Dressed in mercenary garb to look like a normal bounty hunter he would set off towards the building Jairdain was last seen in. Another switch would be pressed to open another com. " [member="Causstik Rahn"] , be ready. And remember we want the Jedi alive. Kill the rest, or enslave them as you want."

 

[Causstik Rahn]

Location: Charros IV
Objective: Chaos
Allies: [member="Krest"] : [member="Darth Abyss"] : [member="Darth Lykos"] : [member="Darth Ophidia"]
Enemies: Jedi

[SIZE=11pt]Causstik Rahn was crouched next to a large device, gently rewiring and inputting the odd code or cable. The room was covered in blood and gore. The last crew hadn’t been very willing about giving Causstik a ride. Especially when they saw the T’dosch’s “Cargo”. A large bomb that was capable of leveling several blocks. Causstik patted the explosive lovingly as he once again began soldering wires. Should the Sith fail in their scheme Causstik had come up with a simple alternative. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]A bomb that would level the conference building and kill all inside. The vehicle’s autopilot was set to fly towards Krest location. Come morrow, after they took the Jedi, Causstik would fly the craft back to the building where talks were being held and blow it to kingdom come. He had even prepared a small holo incriminating the moderates as the “Terrorist”. Which would go live shortly after the explosion. Causstik withdrew himself from the bomb and admired his work. He patted the device then withdrew the detonator from his pocket. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]He tossed it up in the air and listened to the sweet voices that whispered into his ear. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]The Sith were right… They will bring you many Jagannath points. The Scorekeeper will personally guide you into the gates of the afterlife for this. The T’dosch will do the lizard dance in your name for generations to come. Entire hunts will be dedicated to you and you will sit at the Scorekeeper’s side eternal. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Causstik grinned ear to ear as he heard them speak. Suddenly Causstik heard a new voice in his ear[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]" [/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt]Causstik Rahn[/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt] , be ready. And remember we want the Jedi alive. Kill the rest, or enslave them as you want."[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Causstik nodded as if the Sith could see him. He and Krest would distract the Jedi while the others assassinated the politicians. A plan even Causstik understood. So as the ship set down Causstik exited the craft. He spied Krest nearby and walked towards the Sith. “The explosives are ready. After we kill these jedi. Should the others fail we will still be able to complete the objective and more importantly, get paid,”[/SIZE]

 

[Kaden]

LOCATION: Kashyyyk, Kachirho Village
OBJECTIVE: Lay the Nexus to Rest
ALLIES: [member="Gabriel Volturi"] | [member="Arisa Yune"] | [member="Jessica Med-Beq"]
POST: 4/37

As the Sith Jedi, the Wookie Chieftain and the Shady Third Party mingled in the grand hut, something on the outskirts of the village became the cause of commotion. Distant roars were heard - Wookie and otherwise - before the great wooden doors leading into the hut were thrown open. Two wookies appeared, brandishing heavy bowcasters and clad in bandoleers. They growled and barked, uttering something about another attack.

"Let's go," Kaden suggested.

With no hesitation, he ran out of the hut. Red fingers gripped his lightsaber tightly, though it remained unactivated at this point. One of the Wookies pointed to the outskirts of the village, easily seen from the vantage point of the Chieftain's veranda. Along the construction site for the new fence, a large and formidable beast was shrugging off blaster fire and rampaging through defenseless workers.

Many lay dead and disfigured already.

Further in the distance, still - in the thick vegetation beyond Kachirho - more movement was noticeable. It was time to act.

Kaden descended from the Chieftain's platform in a smart jump, utilising the force to guide his descent down gently to Kashyyyk below. Upon landing, he broke into a sprint towards the rampaging creature...

 

[Darth Ferus]

Location: Charros IV
Objective: War
Allies: [member="Darth Lykos"] ; [member="Darth Abyss"] ; [member="Darth Ophidia"] [member="Causstik Rahn"]
Enemies: Jedi [member="Jairdain"] ; [member="Samara Galloway"]

"They won't fail." Krest let out a small laugh as he cast a glance over to his Trandoshan partner. A back up plan was a necessity in their line of work, but the Zabrak had faith in his fellow leaders. Not just anyone lead the Assassins after all. Now that the pair were together however the time for laughs was over, and Krest would pull on the helmet that would complete his bounty hunter garb to hide his identity as a Sith.

Once they reached the target building he would stop before the entrance where two guards stood. "Halt, this is private property. You're not allowed to en-" The air rumbled around the man as he spoke, and invisible hands took hold of his head, twisting. In a panic the man dropped his gun and grabbed his face, trying to hold it in place but to no avail. A crack sounded as his neck broke and he fell to the ground.

Krest would step over the fallen body and ignored the other guard, knowing his 'friend' would have already taken care of it. But by now Jairdain would be able to feel the death coming her way. Soon, she would belong to the Sith.

 

[Ugohr Poof]

Location: Togoria
Objective: Major faction contract
Allies: SJ and friends [member="Alize Rosenheim"] [member="Joza Perl"]
Post: 9/37 (writer) 5/5 Pizza Hutt)

With the terms now negotiated to the Gungan's satisfaction, he could now sign on the dotted line, knowing that time was short. He would never have thought that it would be so easy to get while his colleague hashed out the insurance terms of the mall nearby. Of course, with the Jedi moving into this sector, the would-be landlord was more enthusiastic to deal with Jedi-affiliated financial services, like Pizza Hutt's parent corporation, IGR, who will get free rent as well. In addition, his time on Togoria was almost up, thanks to those restrictive house arrest terms. But he returned satisfied that the landlords finally accepted to let him lease some space inside the mall and even let him set up the place prior to the mall's grand opening that he will be unable to attend. So he has to return to Sullust, separated from the rest of the team that will operate the Togoria location of Pizza Hutt. Or at least the first one: Ugohr hated to be the one to expand locations on existing planets.

 

[Jairdain]

Location: Charros IV
Objective: Escape, stay alive, call for support
Enemies: [member="Krest"] [member="Causstik Rahn"]
Allies: [member="Samara Galloway"]

Jairdain was able to get the headache and chills to subside, though the ache was still there, it no longer impaired her. Laying down finally to try and run through the day's proceedings, her intuition hit her. She needed to go. Something was coming for her and it wasn't Lykos. Who or what it was, she didn't know, but the feeling of darkness and death were directed in her direction.

Grabbing her cloak and lightsaber, she put them on and searched her room for a way out besides the door. Her room did not connect to another and the people of Charros had provided each delegate separate areas away from each other. Even the two Jedi were kept apart though they were the ones supposed to be working to keep this all together. Now though, it was proving to pose a difficulty and her only way out was through a wall or the door.

Sensing the source to be coming from the front of the compound, Jairdain ignited her saber and started cutting through the wall on the backside of her room. That didn't take her long and extinguishing her blade, she clipped it onto her belt again, leaving her room behind.

She was alone behind the rows of buildings and huts and she had to move. Choosing to stay within yelling distance of anybody inside that was still awake, she would attempt to move in the shadows of the compound.

Jairdain knew Lord Lykos was here and now a new player was on the field. Was he also a Lord of the Sith? Either way, Samara had not replied to message so it may mean she was already asleep. A back up plan was needed now and there wasn't one they had considered. The sith had thrown a wrench into things and she needed to come up with something fast.

Her head was hurting her again and she let out an irritated growl under her breath. Knowing they would find her missing from room soon, she had to do something. Reaching out with the Force to her distant allies of the Silvers, she hoped it would get to them.

Under attack on Charros IV. Need back up.

The short burst was all she was comfortable as it could draw the sith to her location as fast a light to a bug.

 

[Causstik Rahn]

Location: Charros IV
Objective: War
Allies: [member="Darth Lykos"] ; [member="Darth Abyss"] ; [member="Darth Ophidia"] ; [member="Krest"]
Enemies: Jedi [member="Jairdain"] ; [member="Samara Galloway"]

Causstik watched as the guards attempted to stop the duo from entering the building. An invisible hand snapped the neck of one of the guards and the cadaver fell limply to the ground. Causstik approached the other as he began to draw what appeared to be a pistol. The man was only a moment to late as the Trandoshan beast was on him in a flash. He grabbed the man's wrist and smashed it against the wall. The pistol fell to the ground and Causstik felt bone break beneath his grasp.

The war-chief clicked a button on his gauntlets and serrated phrik claws sprouted from between his fingers. He swung his free hand into the man's gut and was pleased when he was greeted by a spray of blood that spewed from the guards mouth. Causstik yanked hard and he felt the serrated blade catch on organs and flesh as he withdrew the blades. Causstik released the man from his grip and his claws retracted back into the phrik gloves. The guard’s body sagged to the ground, intestine and other bodily fluids leaking from the corpse. Causstik wiped a bit of blood from his face and gave Krest a wicked grin.

“Lead on Sith,” The T’dosch growled.

 

[Darth Ferus]

Location: Charros IV
Objective: War
Allies: [member="Darth Lykos"] ; [member="Darth Abyss"] ; [member="Darth Ophidia"] [member="Causstik Rahn"]
Enemies: Jedi [member="Jairdain"] ; [member="Samara Galloway"]

As Krest placed a hand on the door to enter he felt something stir within in the Force. It lasted only a moment and was quieter than a whisper, but he caught it. She was calling for help. What's more, she wasn't inside. He laughed. Casually he reached into a pouch on his hip, pulling free two wrist dart launchers and tossed one to his companion. "They're loaded with Force inhibitor darts. One shot to a vein and any Sith, Jedi, what have you, will be cut off from it. She's blind, and without the Force she will be unable to flee." Then in a brisk jog he started to run around the building.

"She knows we're here and she's running. She also called for some friends. Tell me, how many points are Jedi worth?" There was a wicked grin plastered on the Zabrak's face underneath his helmet. "We might need to use that bomb sooner than later."

 

[Darth Arkanus]

Location: Charros IV
Objective: Late Again
Allies: [member="Jairdain"] | [member="Samara Galloway"]
Enemies: [member="Krest"] | [member="Causstik Rahn"] |
Post: 1

He had arrived late, he had been away when the call came in that he would be sent to Charros IV to help mediate so it took him a little longer as he had to wrap up the business that he was on. He tried to leave as fast as he could but he then experienced some engine troubles causing him further delay on his trip to Charros.

When he began to land he starting cleaning up his ship making sure that it was clean, just in case they had to get out in case of an emergency. He put out some equipment and sighed, should he bring his lightsaber or his sword? He had put a lot of work into his sword, but he had his lightsaber for a long time and was a staple of the Jedi. He didn't know why but he had a tingling sensation that he should bring the sword and got his armor on finally.

Landing on the planet he told his pilot droid to sit and wait as he made his way off the ramp and into the nearby woods of the town. He hadn't been able to get close due to his over sized ship so he had to land in a clearing a little ways away. When he landed he made sure he was going towards the right place to meet with the other Jedi and began his walk.

Under attack on Charros IV. Need back up.

The familiar voice came into his head, one he knew to well... he dropped to a dead spring as he made his way to the village.

 

[Jessica Med-Beq]

Location: Kashyyyk
Objective: Laid to rest
Allies: Silver Jedi [member="Kaden"] [member="Gabriel Volturi"]
Post: 10/37

As night fell over Kachirho, the terentatek charged headlong into the fence under construction, shrugging off blaster fire, but because operational protocol mandated that blaster fire be fired before the machineguns would, so as to cover for the heavy weapons teams, the terentatek charged towards what they perceived to be a weak spot in the fence. But in pest control, several machineguns fired big bullets whose stopping power was sufficient to hurt swoops or even light speeders, to the tune of 3 rounds per second. Later came the proton torpedoes, fired from the MiniMag PTLs, two of them being enough to blow the terentatek to smithereens. In a glorious display of explosions, the first terentatek exploded, but she knew better than to rest on her laurels: she could feel a good number of dark blips on her Force-radar, consistent with the last one. A whole pack of fething terentateks were on the move for the capital. It was time for her to act.

"Here's the plan: one tank per terentatek, 2 missiles for each terentatek not fired at by tanks, and machineguns for suppressive fire"

While the beaches below the tree cover began to be the site of a battle where dozens of terentateks were closing in on the capital, each heavy weapons volley enabled them to kill about a dozen terentateks from range. But before the terentateks were allowed to close range, Jessica began to use more and more computational power, with her skin glowing gold, much like her hair, as her consumption of computational power increased, and with it, the Force-glow of her brain. And now she was lighting up like one Wookiee-sized, golden LED bulb as a result, with the initial flash moving out in all directions, gradually dispelling the dark side of the Force from the beach as her body continued to radiate light like a golden bulb because she was using Force-light.

Spoiler: Kachirho security

Vehicles:

12 Irnfall main battle tanks

Infantry:

24 Korriban heavy machineguns (48 men)
24 MiniMag PTL missile launchers (48 men)
175 Silver Rangers

 

[Myra]

Location: Togoria
Objective: Humanitarian efforts in an attempt to gain a Contract and possibly a Sponsorship
Post Count: 1
[member="Arisa Yune"]

Togoria.. a world torn by war and left in smoldering ruins and decrepit cities. Veryiana normally didn't do this kind of thing.. but she had an image to maintain. So, she had decided to help, although.. So! A few of her company's shuttles, filled with drones, materials, computers, and other necessities such as food and water begin to descend to Caross, the capital of the planet.

She liked what she read, a city of women, men rejected to be nomads that wander the planet.. so as the shuttle doors open she steps out into the broken city with a deep breath of the fresh air, taking in the destruction around her although her expression is hidden due to her cowl/mask, as 200 drones shuffle out of the shuttles and begin transporting the materials into the open. Each one some form of humanoid with a blank stare as if lifeless controlled fluently under their mistress's will. Veryiana had been careful to make sure that each and every one was a criminal who was to be put to death, but she bought them last minute, and even had their consent forums for becoming drones in her ship encase anyone had too many questions.. She begins to walk down the street trying to find something to actually do. And upon finding countless of homeless families she knows what to do, returning to her drones as they have completely unloaded, and began to direct them to create housing for those in need, simple apartments built of fused together metal and wooden decorations. It wasn't much, but her company wasn't the wealthiest in the galaxy

 

[WelshGuy]

Objective: Find leader of the slavers and free shipped Wookiee slaves
Planet: Trandosha
Posts: 4/37
Allies: SJO
Enemies: Those pesky slavers.

Yuroic had a strong sense of dread. Something was wrong, someone was in danger. Someone he cared about. Jairdain, she needed his help but he didn't know where she was, she could be back on Voss which was too far for him to reach. He was sat hidden from sight, guards now on the lookout for him. He couldn't shake the feeling that the one person he truly cared for was in danger, he needed to figure out a way to reach her. Yuroic looked around the landing pad, the ship hadn't arrived yet with the new slaves. That wasn't for another hour or so but his foot was twitching anxiously as he wondered what he could do.

Under attack on Charros IV. Need back up.

His stomach tightened, his head was light. Breathing was short and rocky. His thoughts stopped dead as he heard the voice in his head. She was in the system and in danger. It had to be Sith and strong Sith like the one he fought on Dominion Vjun. His nostrils flared with frustration and anger, he could feel the rage building within him. Even though a Jedi is meant to be calm, he could not. He was letting her down. He couldn't do that. Yuroic rose from his hiding spot, gun in hand and took aim. He shot several bolts at the guards as he confronted them. He aim wasn't perfect but he killed them eventually, though he had risked the operation now as the slavers on the ship could be suspicious.

He didn't care, couldn't care. Yuroic picked up a rifle and felt it's weight. Not as light and comfortable as a practice saber was or what he predicted a lightsaber would feel, but it would do. He then moved into cover as he waited on the ship. If he killed the guards he could take the ship and fly to her. Saving her, he would be able to tell her how much she meant to him. But he had to want and it was killing him. He could feel the sweat of anxiety pour from his body. Nerves had him fully focused on the moment at hand. After some time, he heard the ship coming in. A standard looking shuttle, nothing too obvious to state it was the vessel of slavers but then why would they advertise they were. Looking down the sight he waited. Holding his breath a little.

Two, three slavers walked out. Pushing perhaps five or six Wookiees in chains. Tears were in his eyes as he thought about the fact he should have been with Jairdain not here. He wiped the tears away and growled at himself. This wasn't his fault, he didn't put her in danger. He took a deep breath then fired at the guards. His shots were rapid and successful, killing the guards, though he did injury a Wookiee too in the crossfire. His shots being nowhere near as accurate as he would have liked them. He jumped out of cover and ran to the ship. Not looking at the Wookiees or trying to help the one he hurt. He shot the slaver in the pilot's seat of the shuttle. Throwing them aside he looked at the navicomputer. Charros IV was where he needed to go.

No. It's too far. They would have caught her by the time I get this thing going and into space. It's too late. I failed... Yuroic slammed hard on the panel of the ship. He stood and kicked the walls hard. He hated himself. He failed her and let his friend down, she was the best thing in his life and he couldn't even protect her. How could he be a Jedi now?

I'm so sorry Jairdain. I'm too far away. Yuroic sent his thoughts to Jairdain, testing his abilities to the maximum. But I am sure someone will stop them. If not then I will find you. I promise that. I will hunt them down and I will find you.

He took a few deep breaths before he looked around the ship and found another datapad. This time it stated that the leader was going to examine the shipment of slaves at a specific location. He found what he needed. But it didn't fill him with joy. He still felt hollow. However, when he walked out of the shuttle he went over to the injured Wookiee and treated the wound best he could. He wasn't an expert at healing but he knew it wasn't a life threatening injury. Which was something. He removed the shackles from each Wookiee as they gave thanks to him. He nodded before he picked up the rifle he dropped in his desperation to save Jairdain. Time to find the leader of this organisation. Time to kill them.

 

[Jairdain]

Location: Charros IV
Objective: Escape, stay alive
Enemies: Krest Causstik Rahn
Allies: [member="Samara Galloway"] [member="Karl J. Winters"]

​After​​​​ Jairdain let out her call for assistance through the Force, she took a moment to get a feel for what was around her. She knew she wouldn't be hidden for long in the small patch of trees she stood in. Between her and buildings of the compound was only open ground and should be avoided. ​Whoever was after her, wasn't around the buildings yet, so she could dash through the open space before they got there.

It was a rather open compound. Each section separate from the other, but all meeting up in the front. She couldn't see a way to get through to the other side without going around the whole exterior of the main set of buildings. There was nothing behind her either, just more clumps of trees and a pathway leading around. Must be some sort of garden area for people to use. It would have been a quiet and peaceful location if she didn't have death chasing her.

Reaching out with the Force, but not doing anything but sensing the potential location of whoever was chasing her. Outside the buildings she felt a couple of guards on patrol and fast moving form coming around the building from the front. Turning in the opposite direction, Jairdain would use Dash out from her hiding spot in the trees and make for the next set of shadows next to the building. There was no point in trying to face whoever was chasing her when she was alone without anybody nearby to possibly assist her.

The lights were off in the buildings, indicating they were either unoccupied or whoever was inside was sleeping. She moved as quietly as she could and stayed in the shadows. With luck it would keep her from being seen by her pursuer.

The message from Yuroic reached her. At least one person knew something was going on and would pass on the information if she wasn't heard from. At his last words, she would have a little inward smile. Not risking the chance of being located by the use of the Force, Jairdain did not reply to him and just kept moving from shadow to shadow.

 

[Causstik Rahn]

Ally: [member="Krest"]

Enemy: [member="Jairdain"] [member="Karl J. Winters"]

Causstik Rahn’s tongue flicked the air and he tasted the scent of the Jedi on the wind. She would be his and any foolish enough to step in his way would meet a swift end. Krest tossed Causstik a wrist dart launcher and the T’dosch removed one of his flamethrowers and replaced it with the gadget.

"They're loaded with Force inhibitor darts. One shot to a vein and any Sith, Jedi, what have you, will be cut off from it. She's blind, and without the Force she will be unable to flee." Krest spoke slyly.

The wrist launcher was indeed a neat trick, but Causstik had tricks of his own. Such as the void stone armor that inhibited the force around him. However Causstik was still grateful for the new toy. He followed Krest around the bend of the building and knew soon their target would be within their grasp.

"She knows we're here and she's running. She also called for some friends. Tell me, how many points are Jedi worth?" Krest said with a wicked grin adorning his face. Causstik could sense the apprehension emanating from the man's masked face.

“They are worth untold thousands. I will claim their scalps and their sabers will make fine additions to my collection,” Causstik growled, a toothy grin growing across his own face.

"We might need to use that bomb sooner than later."

Causstik nodded and flipped the switch to the detonator. The ship's autopilot kicked in and it hovered slightly above the ground. It roared forward towards the building and Causstik heard a sharp crash as it rammed into the entrance. Causstik and Krest were now well behind the building. Causstik heard sirens wailing off in the distance, as they grew closer and Causstik could see the faint blue and red lights that signaled the authorities Causstik fingered the detonator again and this time he was greeted by a great thunderous boom.

The building quaked and glass shattered, within a matter of seconds the building began to collapse upon itself and those that weren't killed in the blast would find themselves buried alive...

 

[RC 212]

Location: Charros IV
Objective: Escape, stay alive
Enemies: [member=Krest] [member="Causstik Rahn"]
Allies: [member="Samara Galloway"] [member="Karl J. Winters"] [member=Jairdain]

She had been tailing Jairdain for some time now. Some folks around the SJO referred to her as the "Silent one" or the "Shadow." She rarely spoke and when she did it was to make an impact. Something had told her Jairdain was important and under great danger. Call it a Shatterpoint in the force. With her as the leading figure for this arm of the mission on Charros IV that was now doubly true.

Still Jade had kept her distance, doing her own work and simply observing. For the most part she had been ferreting out some corruption at a local starport when she felt the burst. As attuned as she was, there was a delay, which she had to cut short by jacking a speeder bike.

She was ripping across the landscape, breathing in a rhythm. Her force sense were stretched to their maximum limit, tightening hr skin and making the air around her brown robes crackle with static from the exertion. She finally managed to lock onto the other woman. She was moving from shadow to shadow.

"Gotcha."

The bike skidded to a halt and she cut her force senses, gasping to regroup her energy and focus. When her breath came still again she tapped Jairdains mind, alerting her to her presence and simply waited. Whatever she needed, she'd need to communicate....

On the bike. Singal me with a light for assistance.​

Best not to blow someone’s cover right out the gate

 

[Judah Dashiell]

Location : Togoria
Objective : Company Expansion / Contract
Post : [ 1 ]



With the planet torn to shreds, finding a decent place to land and start to survey was always difficult. Salacia Consolidated workers were following his orders carefully ; to find a small village or town in need. Larger cities would be taken care of, always did. His interest lied somewhere along the swamps and jungles for the next expansion of Salacia Consolidated. Picking a small town willing to help him in exchange for rebuilding would be key.


"Send out two shuttles to the villages we saw at the edge of the largest swamp. The two that weren't far apart from one another. See if they are interested in infrastructure rebuilding and allowing us to set up shop.If not we'll move on and see. Doubt we'll have much in the way of 'no' beyond a few restrictions."


For now the few craft would continue orbiting until the 'all clear' was issued from the shuttles below.