Lonesome Road

[Thalia Senn]

https://soundcloud.com/guillem-trivino/cyberpunk-2077-e3-2018-trailer-music-dj-hyper​

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Ever since the Sith Empirecame and started flying patrols over the streets of Corellia it seemed like more and more the streets were becoming unsafe. Unrest was like a thick musk, especially in the lower income districts of Coronet city. The Sith Empire had only sent one battle group to defend the Corellian Sector, but that one fleet was enough to infect an already deep wound on the planet. Despite rumors of a silent rearmament within the Corellian military, CorSec itself seemed to be getting less and less funding. Trade was still occurring in the city, thankfully, but the blockade was keeping some of the bulk of food and medicine out of the planet's poor and in the hands of Corellia's elite.

He didn't blame them. If he was in a position of power he'd be making sure he and his were taken care of long before anyone else on this rock.

A plume of smoke slithered from his pursed lips as he leaned against a durasteel wall of some project building. Coronet Choppers were hovering around the building he stood in front of. Normally this wasn't his sort of gig, but he was one of the highest ranking officers in the Anti-Smuggling and Drug Patrol department of CorSec. He'd much rather have been chasing down these smugglers in the stars, but with a lead like the one they had he couldn't just walk away. CorSec colored security droids were manned at the barricade, keeping suspicious and curious citizens away from what was surely going to be a firefight.

"Let's get this over with," he muttered under his breath and pulled the heavy blaster pistol from its holster. A couple of Wasp and TIE fighters screamed overhead. Too late.

"I'm sure you weren't about to start this without Imperial consent." Chester. He was an Imperial Agent, supposedly in charge of CorSec-Imperial cooperation. He was flanked by two Sith Imperial troopers. Tarc rolled his eyes and then flicked towards the door, ignoring the Imperial Agent. The charges went off and several CorSec Special Forces flooded the door, laser sights active ready for anything.

"Just don't get in our way..." The tall Quarth entered the room. The building was about a dozen levels with the first three supposedly empty, according to their intel. The old apartment building was perfect for ambushes.

Objectives:

Spoiler

• Find and confiscate the lumni-stim in the building
• Kill anything that shoots at you
• STING
• Would be pretty cool if you killed Chester

 

[Jared Starchaser]

[SIZE=12pt]Never one to have spent much time on the homeworld, the starside born Corellian had been looking for a place in the galaxy. With his father running around causing himself to be a thorn in the side of darkness, and his sister out… somewhere between stars, helping those who got lost and keeping her own head down. Working for the Directorate and assisting the light leaning factions of the galaxy, Jared Starchaser was fulfilling a much more diplomatic, while remaining out of the limelight, compared to his father. That was what found him on the Starchaser homeworld, looking to blend in, and use his powers to help a smaller theater.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]With the Sith Empire nearby though, that was becoming increasingly difficult. Sure, Jared wasn’t a Jedi, no, he was much more a Jensaarai than anything else. It let him mask his presence a little bit, using it when he had no other option. Hell, he wasn’t even carrying a lightsaber most times, it hidden away in his astromech. Just in case. A blaster on one hip, and a Corellian Defense Force badge hanging around his neck, the leather-jacket clad investigator was doing his best to keep the system safe. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]For now, Jared was up on one of the buildings, CorSec airspeeder behind him, and a laser sniper rifle in his hands. When he heard the call for the CorSec line to move forward he flicked on the thermal scanner, searching the building. “Contact, south side, fifth floor.” His modified astromech was nearby, slicing and providing a layout of the building, tracking friendly movements. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]“Can’t get a clear shot.” Jared relayed to [member="Tarc Stardiver"]. The rifle wasn’t about to fire through the structure and hit the target, but nothing was saying he had a shot at an enemy, he’d have to wait.[/SIZE]

 

[Zark San Tekka]

"There's a darkness on the edge of town. Love or hate the Jedi, at least they paid our pensions. Ever since the Fall, its been gettin harder and harder to keep the peace. Now these azkanc lovers have a hand in everything. Feels like yesterday we were locking Sith away, and now I'm taking orders from one. A badge's luck can turn, just like that, in a Coronet minute..."​

Mykas Venture Memlogs, 851 ABY​

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"Got a light, pal?"

Agent Chester scowled at him, so Myk shrugged and lit his cigarra using a plasma torch implant inside the index finger of his artificial hand.

Inspector Venture didn't usually work vice cases, but with CorSec's funding slashed and resources strained to their absolute limits he was off his organized crime beat and playing the stringer. There were plenty of talented triggers still on the force, but this planet was getting woeful short on good detectives. He had never worked with [member="Tarc Stardiver"] or [member="Jared Starchaser"] before, but they had quickly bonded over a mutual loathing of their Sith Imperial minders.

"Nice touch with the TIEs," he gestured, cigarra in hand, at the exhaust trail above, "Real low profile."

"These lowlife insects must learn to fear the Empire's boot," Chester affixed him with a dangerous glare, "You would be wise to learn from their folly."

Myk took a long drag on his cigarra, careful to maintain his neutral reaction to the Imperial agent's threatening insult. He was already on their regime's bad side for his actions on Tython. It had all been officially swept under the rug to avoid a scandal, but the experience had taught him a valuable lesson. When you draw on the Sith Emperor his subjects tend to take it kind of personal. Flicking his tabac down onto the pavement and digging out the butt with the sole of his neo-leather shoes, the detective drew the battered old CDEF service pistol from its shoulder holster before zipping up his blast vest.

"I'm a slow learner, pal."

He breached the apartment complex as a part of the team's rearguard. Despite the uncanny reflexes his synthetic form afforded him, Venture was no Special Operations commando. He'd leave the heroics to Tarc and Jared, his part would come once the stim dealers were neutralized and they hopefully had someone to question. Smuggling rings were like an infestation. You had to eradicate every trace, or it would eventually resurface in a new form.

 

[Thalia Senn]

"Copy that Starchaser," He looked over his shoulder at Detective Venture and smirked. "Leave the Sith Naval Officer alone Myk. He's already shakin' in his boots having to come here." He shifted in his blastvest and grunted before taking the first step up the stairs. The lifts had all been deactivated beforehand. Some new experimental tech the Corellian Defense Force was working on.

"You ready Chester? Its gonna be a long walk up, looks like these smugglers knew we were coming and deactivated the lifts," he lied. The naval enforcer huffed and shifted his own blast vest over his black Sith Imperial uniform before following up the stairs. "They'll be ready and waiting for us, so let's try and make this quick and safe as possible. Ain't none of you gettin' merced by a junkie tonight, ya hear? Fifth floor, let's get a move on!"

The others rushed past him up the stairs, their heavier armor and rifles clattering in their haste.

[member="Myk Venture"] [member="Jared Starchaser"]

 

[Jared Starchaser]

The TIEs were really driving Jared up the wall. He was raised by Chiss for a number of years, and their Imperial focus in life only really drove him to perform his assigned duties to the best of his ability. He had a task, a job, a posting, and he did it as well as he could. Sure, he was confident with Clawcraft and various Sienar ships, including TIE Avengers and Exalts, but it didn’t mean he supported totalitarian fascism and anti-galactic mindsets. He was alright with an X-Wing, and with his family and the other families in the unit being Corellian, he knew how to fly him some CEC ships.

Reaching into his gun bag, Jared pulled out a pair of devices, one he aimed at a TIE and took a shot. A projectile went, faintly glowing and hit the lower end of the solar panel, just barely hitting it. He nodded as he tapped the device to put the tracker into a chameleon mode. The second device? He fixed the scope from his rifle to and fired again. This one came out as a more repulsor propelled device and after fired, Jared watched it through the scope as it hit one of the high windows. The window shattered and a small probe popped up.

Putting the launcher back, Jared popped out a small piece and put it into the headset covering his left eye.

“Got eyes inside now. Top floor.” Sometimes it was easier to work smarter. Another peak through the lens, reattached to his sniper rifle, and he had a clear view of the roof. Empty, for now.

[member="Tarc Stardiver"]
[member="Myk Venture"]

 

[Zark San Tekka]

"Nobody, and I mean nobody, works a breach and clear quite like special operations. Stim junkies are no joke when get em cornered, but stack em up against CorSec's finest? Bunch of blade boys humping shank don't stand a chance. They're dead already, just don't know it yet, only thing standing between them and an early grave now is doors and corners..."

Mykas Venture Memlogs, 851 ABY​

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"Turn on your shades," Myk didn't need a headset or commlink to speak with [member="Jared Starchaser"] in a hushed voice, one was built right into his cranium, "It's about to get bright."

The tactical officers in front of him activated their battering ram, the bulky device sending out a gravitic pulse wave so strong it rocked the aging building's fifth floor access hatch right out of its frame. Its concussive force also blew several armed stim junkies off their feet who had been waiting for them to breach in a hastily conceived bushwhack style ambush. CorSec uniforms on either side of the threshold tossed in flash grenades.

First the heavier armed and armored strike team poured in, and then [member="Tarc Stardiver"] followed with Venture watching his back. Of course the Sith Imperials brought up the rear. Only one apartment on this floor was their target, but these smugglers effectively ran the entire complex by force. They had sealed all access points to the entirety of the fifth floor, which meant to secure the operation's objective they would have to sweep the entire floor apartment by apartment, and could not afford to assume everyone they came across was a hostile.

Another short exchange of blaster fire up ahead drew the inspector's attention. The smell of burnt flesh now mingled with an acrid odor that seemed pervasive throughout the complex and threatened to overload his olfactory implants. Not so long ago their weapons would be set to non-lethal, but the Sith Empire had pressured Corellia's world government into more stringent rules of engagement under the pretense of a stronger deterrent. In reality, they were simply attempting to quite literally clean up the streets. Another sign of the times.

 

[Sturgis Tal'Verda]

The window shattered and a probe droid clattered to the floor. Sturgis didn't mind though. Down below he could feel the rumblings of combat, blasters....flashbangs...doors being busted. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath in.

He just wanted this job to be over. The probe droid activated and began scanning the room and easily pinpointed the mercenary's location. He was after all just sitting on a crate of lumni-spice. He grimaced awkwardly at the drone before slipping the T-shaped visor onto his face, the mask sealing with the suit's cowl. He tipped his hat to the droid and hopped off the crate, making his way towards the stairs.

[member="Myk Venture"] [member="Jared Starchaser"]

 

[Thalia Senn]

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The door flew from its hinges sending shards of durasteel and plasteel into the room. CorSec didn't play around, especially now. Special Forces that looked more akin to shocktroopers advanced on the smugglers and hired guns. Blaster bolts of various colors began flying across the room. It was like a lightshow at one of those holo-discos.

Tarc wasn't about to keep out of the fight either.

The blaster he'd been holding since they got inside raised towards the fools who thought they could smuggle this much lumni-spice through Corellia without him catching their tail. He was the best at what he did. Smugglers didn't stand a chance, especially ones this sloppy.

The pistol jerked in his hand, recoil from the high yield energy bolt that erupted from its muzzle.

BWUAH! BWUAH! BWUAH!

The sound gave away its modified and probably illegal nature if the gaping burn marks in the smugglers it hit wasn't evidence enough.

 

[Jared Starchaser]

As a Zero-G Pilot, Jared had a few things that he was good at outside of the cockpit, but as someone who was trained from an early age by a starfighter squadron and former Chiss SpecOps team. He was very comfortable behind the controls of any starfighter the galaxy had to offer, but unlike Apollo Adama, who had the father who lead a fleet, Jared was much more Starbuck. And a sniper rifle was definitely his chosen weapon. There were strikes where he had to land himself, move, take out a target, and get away clean.

People would throw teams at him, and the Force Adept-become-Jensaarai could fight, sure, preferred taking them from a distance or from a starfighter rather than hand-to-hand, maybe a Starchaser trait, and for now, he was in a good spot. He liked keeping an eye on everything. And when the call came, he’d be there to help the light side of the galaxy, but for now, Corellia had demons a plenty. Hand on his ear, he was hearing the comms coming in.

Nodding, Jared flicked the switch to allow the lenses on his combat helmet and his scope to move to provide protection.

“Got eyes upstairs. Droid is tracking at least one armed target. Moving to hallway. Marking for those tracking. Call targets and I can take them from here.”

[member="Tarc Stardiver"]
[member="Sturgis Tal'Verda"]
[member="Myk Venture"]