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Dominion Movement in the Shadows | SJC Dominion of Rorak 4

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Obj 3: Kuxirra Tano-Bonteri Kuxirra Tano-Bonteri Ronin Wendigo Ronin Wendigo Darlyn Excron Darlyn Excron
Nearby: Jyoti Nooran Jyoti Nooran Allyson Locke Allyson Locke Mathieu Brion Mathieu Brion

Despite the obstacles put in front of them, Ammon's faith never wavered. Not only were they blessed with quite a few Jedi, but supported by the elite Rangers. What could possibly go wrong? The droids were no real threat to their discovery, and Allyson dismantled them expertly.

"Nice catch." he commented as Mathieu pointed out the traps he had noticed. It was a concern, true, however they also implied "Perhaps we are lucky. If they have faith in their defensive systems, they might rely more on them than personnel." If that proved true, the fewer people down here the better. As they approached the door, however, he held his tongue, not wanting to alert anyone.

The Kel Dor kneeled by the side of the door. He closed his eyes and opened his mind. What he did then was somewhat controversial. The field of mind control was one that often presented itself to debate. Some saw the invasion of someone's mind as something a Jedi should never do, an overstep of their boundaries. Generally, Ammon agreed. However, working with the Shadows had shown him several situations where strictly adhering to a moral principle would lead to mission failure, and even death. That did not mean mind control was always acceptable to get the job done. It was something for every Jedi to decide on in the moment, and live with the consequences.

The alarms attached to the door shut off, and it opened slowly from inside. The man who Mathieu had spotted stared absently out past the opening, as if he could only see the hard rock walls behind them. Ammon gestured for them to move in, quietly, quickly, and mindful of the sensor trap Mathieu had spotted. That was still very much active. Once inside, the man closed the door, and the alarm once more came back on. It had not been off for more than a moment. He sat back down to where he had previously been.

Ultimately, Ammon wanted to create as much good as possible while acting as a virtuous person. A virtuous person, as he saw it, always sought to protect lives and accomplish his tasks with no collateral damage if possible. In this case, for the good of the mission, the group had been allowed to enter, and head further up the stairs, continuing on their path to the Stronghold. They were practically in already. No flourishing of lightsabers required, no arms severed. The guard never even knew they were there.
 


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"Acknowledged Captain, give'em hell. Omega Squad and I are about to make a lot of noise on the east end. Maybe we can shift their focus our way and make your jobs a bit easier. Savvy?"

"Confirmed," Beltran replied calmly to Master Caltin Vanagor Caltin Vanagor . The Lorrdian officer had to admit he felt much better having the large Jedi and the operators of Omega Squad at his back. Both entities were exceptionally capable. If Master Vanagor thought he could turn the Nikto back, then Beltran was more than sure he could.

"Roger, Cap'n! Under constant attack but we're holding, we'll keep at it until our forces convene at the objective! Drones are doing a good job guiding us through!"

"We're experiencing the same," Beltran comm-ed back to Thirdas Heavenshield Thirdas Heavenshield . "Still advancing though, on target for meeting at objective point Balosar."

From beyond their position, blaster fire continued to rain down on them. Jedi Leehak ( Kuxirra Tano-Bonteri Kuxirra Tano-Bonteri ) was anchoring the defense, deflecting bolts back at the enemy. Those unfortunate Klatoonians who broke away from their lines to charge at their party quickly learned their mistake as they were taken down by expert shots and lightsaber strikes.

Cutting his comlink, Beltran returned to the battle, once more taking up the lead position. He fired his pulse rifle, sending superheated mag-pellets into targets with devastating efficiency. Eventually it seemed as if the enemy resistance was lessening.

"Maybe they're pulling back to regroup?" Sergeant Doss asked.

"Perhaps," Beltran responded, not entirely convinced. The final wave of Klatoonians had been a ferocious lot. Led by a large being wielding a Mace, Beltran had been forced to use a powerful bolt of Force Lightning to take the being down. He didn't like using his darker powers in the presence of Jedi he didn't know, but the shots from his rifle hadn't done much to slow the Klatoonian leader down. While he had seen other Jedi use lightning before, he knew that it was generally frowned upon by most and Beltran didn't want anyone looking any closer at his other activities.

As Beltran's party moved into the lower levels, the enemy resistance all but completely trickled off. The amount of chemical waste that they were encountering was also less, to the point that they were beginning to make better time toward their objective. Things were starting to go well....too well...

Click


"Everyone stop moving!" Beltran's Togorian second in command shouted. "Someone just stepped on a pressure mine!"

Beltran and the rest of Team Paladin froze in place, each waiting for several long seconds. At Beltran's command, one of the sensor drones returned to their position and began a deep scan of each of them, looking for the explosive.

"It's Argos," Beltran said aloud after a moment.

"Oh feth me!" He heard the youngest operator, Deklin Argos mutter. "Just what I need. A pressure mine to feth me up like the Sargeant."

"Hey..." Beltran heard Sergeant Doss' reply. "Low blow, kid."

Doss had lost the lower part of both his legs fighting the Bryn'adul on Yurb. It had taken him a long time in recovery before the prosthetics had taken and some kind of nerve damage that had accompanied the Bryn'adul weapon, left the Sergeant in near constant pain.

"Sorry Sarge," Argos replied. "Just a little shook is all."

"Reece," Beltran called out to the team's newly returned Demolitions expert. "Have a look."

"On it." Pulling out a specialized datapad, Sergeant Paxton Reece carefully made his way over to the Specialist and began scanning. After a moment, the Nar Shaddan reported. "Crude, but effective. I don't think I'm going to be able to disarm it with all the sewage in the way. Certainly not in time to continue the mission."

Beltran could feel both Sergeant Doss and Lieutenant Mrwar bristle at the implied meaning behind Reece's words. Were they really considering leaving Specialist Argos to his death? At an earlier point in Beltran's career, that might have been an option. But the massacre of Icarus Platoon at Yurb had shaken the Lorrdian down to his very core. A much more seasoned soldier, officer and leader all these years later, Beltran had no intention of sacrificing his man if he could avoid it.

"Jedi Leehak," Beltran spoke calmly to the Togruta. "Are you familiar with Force Stasis?" It was a power that he'd learned from Laertia Io Laertia Io . It could halt objects and blaster bolts temporarily. "Perhaps you and I could be use that to hold the detonating mechanism in place while Specialist Argos moves away."

Even if the Togruta Jedi was unable to help, Beltran would extend himself in the Force, imaging the mechanism of the mine in his eye and taking a hold of it with his mind. After a moment of meditation, Beltran would indicate that his team should move to a safe distance. Then, he would give Argos the all-clear and the Specialist would step off the mine. There was a tense moment when he did, where everyone expected an explosion. Luckily, there was none and Argos quickly moved to join the rest of the team.

Beltran then follow slowly, not wanting to break his concentration. When he was with the rest of the time, he imagined re-locking the pressure plate in place before he let go of his hold on the mind. With luck, it wouldn't detonate at all. The resulting explosion a second later told him that hadn't worked and the collapse that came soon after blocked off their most expedient route of retreat.

With a slight sigh, the Lorrdian returned his attention to the fore-front of the group. Calling out on the com's, Beltran spoke. "All teams, be advised. The enemy has laid mines throughout the lower levels of the sewers. You'll need to redirect the scanning drones back to your positions to scan for them." That would effectively cut off their forward telemetry, which would slow their advance and allow the enemy to plan more effective ambushes for them in the future.
 
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"Kid, I need you to focus. I'm all for banter but right now if we don't take this at least a little seriously, you won't be alive to be yelled at. Now I'm going to pick you up, grit your teeth if you need to or bite something leather." He gave her a moment before calmly and casually picking her up. One arm hooked under her legs and one supporting her back, thanks to his active meditation and self enhancement she felt light as a feather.

Hopefully they'd fall down as gracefully.

He moved to the edfe of the crane by their destination, unable to see or feel the people below.Instead, he was putting faith in his feelings, in the Force, before taking that step off the crane. Now together they plummeted, with Darlyn delaying the controlled descent as long as he could.

The closer he could start it, the less likely they'd be seen.

When finally he did use it, they only barely slowed enough for Darlyn to land softly, half kneeling as he did so due to momentum. He releasex Kuxirra and spoke in a hushed whisper. "Be careful, but reach out with your senses. Don't probe any minds, but can you feel how many people are below us in the main room? Can you feel the thrum of energy?"

It wasn't meant as a lesson of course. He just needes to collect himself.
 
The team was most likely deep inside still trying to complete their objective... meanwhile, in the outside... the Corellian Jedi remained in his post waiting for them to give him the signal for extraction or support.

This mission different than others... he had sign up for this one with the intention to serve as backup and provide long range support. And he was doing it with the best of his abilities. There were moments when he thought about just cloaking himself and proceeding with the objectives, joining Master Ammon Rane Ammon Rane and the others. But he just stood there with "Rosita" pointing at all the sight he had in front making sure that the guards didn't just went inside to provide support, that would definetely mean that they have been spotted.

Looking back at his companion, Vexander decided to just verify a bit with his second on the spot:

"Sergeant... you have been in 228th for long?"
 
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Stealth - PvE


"Secrets are always hidden in the most unlikely places"


Our intelligence has picked up on some disturbing rumors. A shadow collective of senators, figureheads, and external organizations is conspiring against the Concord. While these are just rumors, the Silver Assembly believes the threat to be real. We will take this chance to sneak into the Warlord's secret stronghold on the surface of Affavan, try to find evidence of this conspiracy in his personal quarters, and leave before they get a chance to erase their records.

Tag : Mathieu Brion Mathieu Brion , Kuxirra Tano-Bonteri Kuxirra Tano-Bonteri , Jyoti Nooran Jyoti Nooran , Darlyn Excron Darlyn Excron , Vexander Graves Vexander Graves Ammon Rane Ammon Rane , Allyson Locke Allyson Locke

It was at first once he'd thought once his eyes open and the sharp sting pain upon his temple hit that his first thought was to admonish himself. Thinking he might have gotten drunk or something and that the pain was probably from some impromptu brawl as was the case in the past. But then again once he tried to get up and lift a hand over his head and was unable to that it all came flooding back to him. That it was not the case as he initially thought but then again as the voice soon spoke that all but confirm it all.

" WHO THE HELL ARE YOU WORKING FOR.....TALK OR I AIN'T GONNA BE ASKING AGAIN."

SPoke the loud burly voice to which blinded by the lone light aim strait at him that he blinks a couple of times.

"....wwhhhat you talk about? Listen I just wanted...."

As he began to try to talk his way out of this mess he has seemingly gotten himself into a bit of the memory came to him. That with his focus distracted by the droid he somehow let his guard down and from behind came to a hard whack followed by pain then nothingness. That given no choice as much he didn't want to that he'd force to slowly loosen his grip on his command of the force. As he slowly began to try work at prying and begin feeling his way around the room. When from up ahead something caught his attention....that of movement and the faint use of the force from someone ( Ammon Rane Ammon Rane ). Which sort took him off guard at the same time at a loss as to what make of it...when a violent fist connected at his midsection. That forcibly forced much of the air out of his lungs and cause him to spit some blood as much gasps hard. Cause someone in the shadows ahead turns to open the door while walk out the room came to quip.

"Well pay up as it seems we got a tough one here and we....may need few more guys in here to really have some fun break this one eh ?"
 
Commander of Raikiri Squadron
The Jedi Master, who was actually in charge of his team at the moment seemed like a good field commander, his instructions were crystal clear and he had was actually making good decisions for this specific operation.

Istovir was happy, althought he didn't show it because he was used to it, however; things actually changed when this man dressed in black and with a white mask just decided to break what the Commander thought was a break in his own protocol:

"Sergeant... you have been in 228th for long?"

This qualified man... this "strong" Jedi who he thought was a Shadow, a special type of Jedi that handled things silently and effectively was now trying to have a conversation with him regarding something not related to the mission. How uncharacteristic, but how interesting.

Istovir didn't actually felt bad about the question, or that such "steemed" Jedi decided to talk to him in such way, he just didn't see the need of it at this moment.

With his husky voice, he just replied to him with no disrespect at all.

"A few years sir" said the man, without adding anything else.

Vexander Graves Vexander Graves
 

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