Public Maridun: Let Freedom Ring

[Pre]

Pre stepped off the ship as the sun disappeared on the western horizon. The ship had landed exactly at 2000 as scheduled. The cover of darkness was critical to the success of the mission, it needed to be quick and discreet. The mission itself was simple. Intel had reported a shipment of 40-50 slaves arriving at a local city at approximately 2050, they would be shipped offworld early the next morning. Pre was tasked with disrupting this shipment and taking out a few imperial mercenaries in the process. Dealing damage to the city itself was also a positive. Any disruptions within Imperial territory were welcomed. Disrupting the Empire’s operations was critical to the Death Watch getting their vengeance and this was a small step towards doing this.

Pre unhooked a speeder and slid it down the loading ramp. He’d elected not to use a jetpack on this mission. He hadn’t quite figured out how to fly them and felt much more comfortable on a swoop. Besides, jetpacks were cumbersome and traveling light was essential to keeping a low profile and moving quickly. He’d opted for his traditional light battle suit, which was hidden underneath a dark cloak and hood. He carried a GALAAR-15c that was strapped to his back along with a Pattern Electro-Vibrosword and his trusty DL-18 Pistol on his hips. He also carried a satchel with a considerable amount of detonators and EMPs. Traveling light was essential--but he also needed fire power. While there were no Sith or Imperial soldiers within the small city, at least according to his limited intelligence information, there were at least a dozen and possibly more mercenaries expected to be guarding this shipment. Carrying them on his person was risky, but he had to have some way of taking out the opposition or at least temporarily disabling them.

He took a swig of Corellian ale to calm his nerves before climbing on the speeder and setting off for the city. It was approximately ten kilometers away. While landing closer would have been nice, approaching by speeder was much more covert. Besides, the Maridun grasslands were easy to traverse. His plan was to park a short distance from the city and then sneak in through a section of the city’s wall on the southeast that was in disrepair. It was one of his first operations as a Death Watch agent, so success was critical. Both for the organization and himself. For Pre, this wasn’t just another mission--this was personal.

 

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[Pre]

Katarine Ryiah

Pre parked his speeder in some foliage near the city wall. He dismounted it and checked to make sure he had everything with him before throwing up his hood and jogging towards the city wall. He scanned it and noticed a spot is disrepair just like the Intel had predicted. Perfect, he thought. This location had been handpicked for this upstaging precisely because of conditions like this. It was a minor city on a minor world that was unlikely to feature a heavy military presence. But that didn't mean this mission was irrelevant, sometimes all it took was a little spark to start a wildfire.

He snuck through the broken wall and emerged in the market district. With darkness having set in, it was pretty quiet. Most vendors were gone or finishing up business for the day. He discreetly made his way towards the spaceport as he checked the time. The ship shouldn't have arrived yet, but would momentarily. This was perfect as it gave him time to briefly scout the area and set up.

Once at the spaceport, he located an old service ladder and climbed on the roof of the small port. A height advantage was always a positive in combat. He quietly made his way towards the hanger where the ship was supposed to land. Once there, he situated himself in a prone position near the ledge of the opening. He counted the enemy personnel; he only saw a couple of armed mercenaries along with some unarmed maintenance workers. Depending on how many guards were aboard the ship, this mission shouldn't be too hard. They all looked pretty at ease and unsuspecting too. That was ideal, but in a way it was also sad. On far too many planets, trafficking had become an everyday occurrence.

 

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[Pre]

Pre watched as the ship appeared over the horizon and landed in the port. He kept his head down to avoid being spotted by the pilots as they landed. He saw a couple of guards exit the ship and they were soon followed by a procession of people in captivity. With a transport expected to arrive soon to transport them to a different location, Pre knew there wasn't much time to execute the operation. He needed to act fast.

He reached into his satchel and pulled out a couple of EMPs, which he armed. The projectiles were too weak to harm organic life as intended, but they still played an important part. He hoped to disable the ship and the communications of the guards. He didn't want them escaping or calling for backup. While unsure of the precautions this organization had deployed when transporting their people in captivity, he knew many organizations had started using shock collars or similar devices to keep people subservient. It should also disable those and prevent any immediate harm from coming to the victims by way of the guards. He hurled both of the devices down into the port. One landed near the ship's boarding ramp and the other towards the front of the ship. The devices exploded in near-unison, resetting and disabling most of the electronic devices within the hanger. At first, there was a state of disarray and confusion within the hanger. Then Pre took aim and fired a short burst of bullets at the nearest guard--two of them struck him. As the blaster shots rang out across the hanger, the disarray morphed into pure chaos.

Katarine Ryiah

 

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[Iella Sunscream]

Time: Dusk
Contract: Recover Male Togruta Outlaw from Imperial custody.
R.O.E: None - Operator Discretion
Status: Active
Equipment: RA-2 Series Undersuit , RA-2 Medium Armor , x2 VB-113 "Tidefall" Class Vibroblade , 3x Shiva Knives , 1 TDW HARM, Three Cased 20 round magazines (not including pre-loaded weapon) carrying14mm x 55mm “Dire Wolf” MK. II CAD Ammunition

For a mission that was supposed to be a relatively easy smash and grab, this crap had just gotten complicated. She had been watching from a distance, in a full crouch within the confines of the Power-Armor. Various HUD images displayed would show the ship slowly making its way to the landing port. Easy.

Get in, use simple shock and awe tactics, grab the money squandering Fether, and get out.. She curled her fists, feeling the various components allow the action to be taken with ease. At this point, it felt like second skin on her. The system having integrated with her own onboard processing unit made every action natural; synchronized with her own thought process. Uncurling her hands, the would watch the transport touch down, and take a thudding step towards the ledge of the tower she watched from just across the short bay area on the space-port. Though, things became quite fuddled when something she didn't expect happened. An EMP grenade was thrown. Even at this distance, the mixture of image quality, and processing power easily deducted not only the type of munition used, but retro simulated the arc, and direction of the weapon.

Her own eye scanned at the hud, tracking and getting a close up look at Pre .

"Who in the flying F..."

Well that had ruined her plans, but it wasn't entirely out of order. She jumped away from the ledge letting the Raven system activate and rocket her towards the platform. On her way, another very odd thing came about as well... She gritted her teeth as the signature weapon of a Jedi was suddenly visible on the platform.

A random guy with a a bone to pick against these Imperials was one thing... A fething Jedi wasn't apart of the deal, her fee had just been doubled... Hell, tripled if they wanted him at all.

Arcing her form down, she allowed the suit to go into a front-flip, and landed the massively heavy armor directly on top of one of the guards engaging the Jedi.

The loud thud, combined with the sudden scream and sound of snapped bones, and rended tissue and flesh caused the nearest of her to stop in their tracks and deadpan.

The Armor was all black, and completely hid any identifying features about its operator, not even needing to compensate for space on her chest. All that made is unique was the facemask

Peering up at the nearest guard, she wasted no time; drawing her TDW HARM and firing a single round at the nearest enemy. With it being a slugthrower, and not your conventional blaster, there was an insanely loud bang. (But a light thudding sound to her), but was impossible to not notice for at least two relative city blocks. The round itself splattered him, to put it plainly; Even going through and through, and knocking a next man off his feet. She spun, aiming reticule tracking on the internal HUD and rested it on another Officers head, Another loud bang heard, and his head, and a little of his upper chest was vaporized.

She had given the Jedi four, and turned away lowering the weapon at her side and thudding her way to the ship. She had no interest in saving anyone this day; she simply wanted her prize, and to get on.

Katarine Ryiah Pre

 

[Pre]

Pre fired a second volley of blaster shots striking another guard who was clearly unaware of his location. That didn't last. The second round clearly exposed Pre's spot and they started to fire back, blaster bolts whizzing above Pre's head. Their focus on him didn't continue for long though as someone emerged from the ship wielding a Jetii'kad. He cursed under his breath. This mission was supposed to be simple, the presence of a Jetii undoubtedly complicated things. He hardly had time to be upset about that before another individual, heavily armored, jetted their way into the fight. They fired an incredibly loud projectile...so much for disabling their communication devices, more Imperial mercenaries would surely be on their way now. That sound was impossible to ignore.

With the mission clearly way more complicated than he had bargained for, Pre thought about abandoning the fight. He had created some chaos as the mission demanded and was worried he might be in over his head now. He had no interested in fighting a Jetii at the moment, but she didn't seem hostile towards him--at least not yet. So he figured he'd wait around and see what happened. Perhaps this mission was salvageable. He stopped firing and started to discreetly relocate to a different position on the roof. That way if he did have to fight, at least he should have the element of surprise. As he moved, he quietly peeked at the fighting taking place on the ground, waiting to see what would happen next.

Katarine Ryiah
Iella Sunscream

 

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[Jyran Ai'dan]

"Alright Arfie! Try reinitializing now!" Jyr shouted from where he sat in a maintenance hatch in the main corridor of his ship while his customized astromech droid (R5-T19) was in the engineering compartment. Being stuck in Sith Imperial space with a bum hyperspace engine was definitely not one of the things on Jyr's bucket list, which made it far easier to motivate himself to get it fixed quickly so they could leave.

He had a believable ID for being in SI space, but only for cursory inspection. If he stayed too long he was likely to get seen through at some point.

Whistles and a low buzzing gave him the reply he'd been hoping not to see. A part of his cranial implant converted the droid speak into understandable speech for him.

"Cavitation is continuing to exceed ideal parameters. Utilizing this device could lead to severe stress to the surrounding super..."

"I get it!" Jyr shouted back with a grimace as he looked in the maintenance hatch. He scratched his beard momentarily, then bent forward to maneuver another cable into a different socket when he heard noise from outside. He whipped his head up and paused a moment, but the bulkheads kept all but a low buzz of activity from reaching them. "Arfie, get the engine back up, I'm going to take a look and see what that was."

The responding whistles were less than complimentary, but Jyr ignored them as he checked his sidearm for readiness and opened the hatch sitting above his ramp. He descended to see a scene he hadn't expected, Imperial mercs were down and there was someone holding a cylinder near someone in what looked like heavy armor.

Jyr scrunched his right eye, initiating a scan of the area with the artificial orb as he stepped off of his ships ramp and slowly moved over. He itched to be walking over in the open, but he didn't get any Imperial pings back from his scan just yet.

“It won’t be long until Imperial backup arrives. We should get out of here...”

He looked from Katarine Ryiah to Iella Sunscream and quirked an eyebrow, stopping a few meters away. Before speaking he looked to the mercs laid out, utterly unaware of what had just taken place.

"You all need a ride?" He didn't seem overly worried about the SI mercs, and his thumbs were hooked loosely in his belt. Not normally the altruistic type, he was all to familiar with the need to get off of a Sith Imperial world. He just hoped Arfie could get the hyperdrive engine working safely before they needed it.

Pre

 

[Pre]

Pre saw another ship approach--initially he was worried, were more enemies here already? He waited, expecting soldiers to exit the vessel, but only one individual appeared. He breathed a sigh of relief. He didn't have to fight more...yet. He heard the woman mention something about needing to get away from the Imperials to the other two. That certainly made the mission easier. It confirmed she, and presumably the others, weren’t a dar’jetii or undercover Imperials. It did mean he wouldn’t be collecting any extra credits from the Death Watch’s bounty on dar’jetii though. Disappointing. He wasn’t sure if he was capable of beating a dar’jetii--he’d never fought one, but the woman with the jetii’kad was pretty small...he could probably take her.

Feeling safer, Pre dropped down to the ground below him and moved to intercept some of the people that were fleeing into the forest. He gave some of them what little pocket change he had. He wanted to do more to help them, but unfortunately he felt as though his hands were tied. He was in Sith space with limited resources and transporting refugees off-world was outside of the mission purview anyway. Nonetheless, he tried to point them in the general direction of a Lurmen village to the south. He wasn’t sure how helpful that would be, but he remembered it from the intelligence report. Surely it would be safer than the city that was soon to be brimming with hostiles.


Iella Sunscream | Katarine Ryiah | Jyran Ai'dan

 

[Iella Sunscream]

She kept trying to aim down the sights of the weapon, but had to remember in this over-powered power armor it was nigh impossible. Plus, she had an aiming reticule linked to the direction she was aiming. For the most part the ship was empty of guards, but their were still a bunch of people chained. As she thudded along the durasteel floor plating, her hud, and her own eyes scanned a Twi'lek. A gauntleted hand reached for him, turning him roughly to his side as he cried out in protest. BINGO!

She scanned the chains on him, noting where the link was started, again that weapon would be heard thudding inside the craft, followed by the voices of twenty or more screaming in unison; though quieted when they realized what had happened. Their bindings were suddenly laxed, and from there, there was pandemonium. The entire group made a mad dash for freedom, and safety. The Twi'Lek stood, getting ready to thank her when she delivered a perfectly tempered fist to the face; he went limp, and she leaned to catch his body on her shoulder before hefting him up.

Once she had secured her target, she moved back down to the exit, and started down the ramp, multiple sensors alight, her own cybernetics worked in perfect sync with the power armor to give her overwhelming clarity on the situation.

"You all need a ride?"

That devilish mask snapped to lock on his form, traveling form him, to the Jedi, to the rogue element Pre . No, she didn't need a ride, or so she thought until a message popped up on her HUD.

'Yo IMPS just tagged the shuttle, I gotta' go sorry... I'll send half your credits back, you didn't tell me you guys were gonna' start a war! Sorry Cotton'

The head on the suit visibly lowered, though no sound was made by her. Chit! She thought, head snapping back up as the clunked down the offramp. She would move with grace unbecoming of someone in such heavy armor, moving right up to Jyran Ai'dan, and looking him in the eyes through aforementioned devilish mask.

Then, a very monotone and overtly computerized voice would be then heard from the suit, audible to anyone within the immediate range.

"What's the price? And don't highball me..."

She asked, and warned in the same breath; weapon still lowered at her side, but still holding more than half of its payload in the magazine.

Something pinged on her HUD, then another, and another. She let that TDW HARM lock against the armors mag-lock on her outer thigh. Her left hand was still up holding her prisoner in place, as the right would pull one of the Shiva Knives from another mag-lock on the chest plate, flicking it with deadly accuracy up the adjoining hill leading from the platform and right into the gullet of one of the imposing Imperials. One of his comrades caught him on instinct, and she triggered the knifes payload; a sudden inverse of energy, and gravity, followed by a violent explosion.

Before that happened, she moved to stand in between Jyran Ai'dan and the blast, simultaneously holding the Twi'Lek opposite of her so no shrapnel or body parts hit him. After staring at the area for a moment longer, she would rest the Twi'Lek back on her shoulder, and turn to stare at the man who had offered the ride.

"May be better to negotiate on the move..." After she said that, she looked towards the Jedi ruefully, though no emotion would be seen, nor felt even from the Master Jedi; all the same, Iella did stumble lightly in the power armor, shaking her head once as if she had been affected by something.

 

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[Jyran Ai'dan]

Jyr opened his mouth to respond to Iella Sunscream , when the Jedi spoke up and dashed off. He paused a moment to offer a touch to the brim of his hat in farewell to the now vanished force user and turned back to Iella.

"If you're any good with ships weapons I feel like you can work your passage off by keeping us alive long enough to get off-world." He glanced over at Pre and an eyebrow shot up beneath his hat. The specifics were obscured by a cloak and hood, but Jyr could have sworn he'd seen an iconic visor for a moment. He whistled loud and sharp towards the form. "I'm dusting off this world before it gets stomped by more Imps. You're welcome to come along!" He shouted, then turned and jogged back towards his ship without looking back.

His altruism only went so far when put against his survival. He had Imp pings heading this way fast, and he wasn't equipped for anything like a prolonged battle.

 

[Pre]

After helping the individuals who were fleeing, Pre headed back towards the port. As he walked over, he heard the man who had just landed call out to him. "Thanks," he responded. "But I've got my own way out of here."

He'd hid his ship among the foliage and far enough away from the city that he was confident it would be safe. The last thing he wanted to do was leave a Death Watch vessel stranded on a remote world on his first mission, that'd be hard to explain to his superiors. He was about to head towards the ship anyways and get off this planet, he just had one last thing he wanted to do. He glanced towards the man who'd offered him a ride and thankfully it looked like we was leaving. Pre didn't want to endanger anyone unnecessarily. He took a detonator out of his satchel as he boarded the ship that had delivered the individuals a few moments earlier. He moved quickly, a clear urgency about him with Imperials likely arriving soon.

He scurried to where the fuel was stored on the ship and dropped his satchel there. It had the remaining explosive devices he had brought with him. He was planning to blow up the ship from the inside and by placing it near the fuel systems, he was hopeful it might even set the rest of the starport ablaze. Pre took a deep breath and then activated the detonator in his hand, tossing it near the satchel. Then he bolted, running down the ramp of the ship and out of the hanger. He didn't want to be anywhere near the ship when it went off. As he ran through the starport he heard a loud explosion and the ground tremored from the blast. The ship was likely rubble along with the rest of the bay. He didn't bother to look back though, he just kept his head down and moved quickly.

He ducked out one of the side entrances to the starport and quickly retraced his steps back to where he had entered the city. Emerging from the small town, he found his speeder right where he had left it. He pressed a button on his communication device to let the droid on board his ship know it was time to prepare for takeoff. It was a short mission and he'd encountered a few interesting individuals he hadn't expected, but all things considered it had went relatively smoothly. His actions were unlikely to draw any major attention from the Sith Empire, but it was certainly an inconvenience to their operations on Maridun. It was a little crack in the foundation of the Sith's control over the planet and sometimes cracks could grow quite large.

He zoomed through the dark night on his speeder, racing away from the city. As he did so, a notification reached his communication device. His ship had detected a beacon from an uncharted planet in the Unknown Regions. He had no idea what it was, but perhaps he'd learn more once he was back on the ship. One thing was unmistakable though, it's origins were Mando'ade. In just a few moments, he would be off this world and he would follow that signal--wherever it took him.

Iella Sunscream | Jyran Ai'dan