Now This Is Podracing! (Coalition Dominion of Zygerria)

[Kyrana Gould]

1/20

Zygerria was a somewhat obscure world known for two things; slaves and podracing. During the Neverworld crisis the planet had been separated from the Silver Jedi, and not yet reclaimed. That was about to change.

A Coalition Taskforce would be heading to the planet with three distinct objectives:

1. Secure the liberation on any slaves being held on the planet.
2. Subdue the podracing gangs and wing the Zygerran Dawn race to gain further prestige.
3. Bring about the full power of the new Coalition fleet to overawe any opposition and test out new weaponry.

For Admiral Kyrana Gould, commander of the Coalition Fleet, the first two objectives were certainly important and noble, but they paled in comparison to the main duty which was to show off the new Coalition ships and give them a test run. Not that they expected their enemies to mount a defence worthy of the overwhelming show of strength, but still.

“Ground team, you are cleared to proceed,” she spoke into her communicator. Their enemies had wisely backed away from her powerful fleet, and many of the smart ones had already jumped to hyperspace.
“Activate gravity wells,” she ordered. The Warden Class Interdictor Ship named Tangler, activated its gravity wells. The pirates would be forced to surrender or be taught a lesson.

Either way, those aiming for either objective one or two could now land in peace.

[member="Siobhan Kerrigan"] [member="Thurion Heavenshield"] [member="Coci Heavenshield"] [member="Coren Starchaser"] [member="Maya Whitelight"] @eveyone else!

 

[Matsu Ike]

1/20

Matsu was well at least glad they were coming back to Zygarria as the jedi master moved towards The Boolon Murr Center for Doctors and Healers. She had plenty of things to work on and her recent trip here had helped greatly while she and [member="Cathbodua"] were still going over the results and testing of the two things. Matsu sent the message wanting to see the doctor jedi knight get involved as she had been vital in protecting the place and keeping slavers at bay while the order wasn't around. Her thoughts turned though before her ship was in orbit and Matsu brought up the scans from the center and their warehouse before the small team she had been bringing in looked at her with a grin. "You guys ready to head down?" There were nods though and reports of slavers appearing after all this time. A perfect chance while she was working on the metal bands to twist and work them. The crystal secured in the center of the palm they could fill with healing energy and distribute across an area with a jedi focused behind it. "Hopefully the processing implant will be receiving just as much work. We could use it on freed slaves if they are injured."

 

[Siobhan Kerrigan]

[member="Friedrich Stahlmann"], [member="Valiens Nantaris"]
(1/20)


Whilst the engagement was taking place in space and the new Coalition fleet was getting the chance to have a field test of sorts, a shuttle was breaking through the atmosphere. Aboard? The Lady Kerrigan and a contingent of heavily armed minions. It was accompanied by a host of similarly armoured transport ships, all of them flying Firemane colours. "Right, let's get a move on, people. I want a solid perimeter around this area! Anyone tries to intrude, shoot them, but dont take offensive action till I order it. Plan is simple: Coalition forces are securing space, I'll be taking an escort to attend the pod race as a 'guest of honour'. The most powerful slave lords on the planet will be attending. Ideally, a Coalition racer will win the race...but either way it's our best chance to wipe out most of the gang bosses while they're in one place. No prisoners, but avoid hurting slaves wherever possible. We shall assume direct control," she spoke. What she did not mention was that they had an agent in place...


Since officially she was not here for a fight, she was not dressed for one. Officially she was just here as a decadent aristo and dark sorceress. The shuttle touched down upon the ground and landed, smoke and dust being thrown up and billowing into the air along the way. Ahead of them was the main city of the planet, dominated by an imposing citadel. Towering spires rose up into the sky, all of them erected through the blood and toil of slaves. A native delegation and a guard of honour awaited them, constituting the welcoming committee, when the landing ramp was lowered.


xxx


Deep within the slave pens, beneath the ground, in conditions of misery and squalour, she waited. It was something that she was very good at. Slavery was completely and utterly illogical, wasteful even. In such a highly technological advanced society, there was little incentive to utilise inefficient, uneducated, coerced organic labour when droids were far superior in every way. No incentive beyond a narcisstic desire to aggrandise oneself and feel the 'thrill' that came with having total power over another life form.


Organics were illogical and foolish, but Caerys Argente had long concluded this. So here she was, pretending to be one of the many slaves here. It had been just a bit annoying to pretend to have been captured by the thugs who had claimed her as a prize.


So here she was, waiting for the moment to strike. The sound of a sharp crack was heard when a Zygerrian slaver struck across her back. Of course an HRD could not feel pain, but she made a good show out of being hurt.


"Get a move on," the thug snarled angrily. "If you know what's good for you, or we'll whip you till you're bloody. To the processing facility. Some of you worthless lot may actually find a buyer. Rest of you'll work in the mines for as long as you can walk. If you don't work, you don't eat," It was almost cute how such an obviously inferior, trivial organic tried to boost himself through the fantasy of being lesser than the beings he abused.


Caerys made a good show out of being hurt and faked a whimper. "Yes, master," she said in what was a good approximation of a meek tone. Internally she might have laughed, but she did not since that was not a very droid thing to do. After all, she was a pure machine, untainted by an organic mind.


The thug grabbed her by the hair. "Pretty little thing like you. Those nice elf ears. You're gonna fetch a good prize," he declared, giving her a leecherous look and fondling her pointed ears, for the HRD wore the face of a long-dead Eldorai. "Move it," another crack of the whip and the long procession of slaves started moving, guarded by mercenaries and battle droids. Some of the slaves were no older than children, many bore the scars of beatings and whippings, but such was the reality on this world.

 

[Cathbodua]

2/20

"Proceed" The knight was in the basement, with patients and better able to work as the chirping from the computer came. They had worked on developing the implant and now it was going forward with some of the plans. Mostly her laying there while the autodocs preformed the surgery to test it. She had made a promise and was keeping it while they went to work and her orders were clear being operated on it the dark. The droids didn't need the harsh lights as much as the computer screens and lower lights setting. She slowly began shutting her body into a hibernation trance to stay safe as they were operating on her with the processing implant and her small team were taking in newly freed slaves.

 

[Jsc]

Welcoming Committees
w/ [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"] 1/20

Prinn was not Firemane Corp. She was allowed aboard the shuttles as a member of the SSC and something of a Podracing Mechanic. If somebody was gonna win this race? She was gonna make sure their racer was ready and able. Blazing trails was best done with a proud motor underneath you. And Prinn could deliver.

As the doors came down the Sci-Hawk Padawan shielded her eyes from the glare. This would be a doozy. Gangs and thugs. Slaves and friction. Prinn gave a quick frown and watched Kerrigan do her thing. That strange woman was damn impressive. Emma would follow her lead. Well. So long as it wasn't to hell and back. That's what the soldiers were for, after all. Paddy power was best left to the amateurs.

She shouldered her Sasori Ranger Shotgun, her bag of tools, and slowly disembarked behind the troopers. Pulling at the Force to steady her stride. Today, they had a planet to win.

 

[Jennifer Blanchard]

Jenn wasn’t even part of the Silver Sanctum. What she was a part of was the Techno Union. And their Obsidian Order. She liked to keep tabs on the other so-called ‘powers’ in the galaxy. What was happening in the neighboring Wild Space sector, that was of interest to her. What were the Silver Sanctum doing to harm the Dark Side Axis powers? She didn’t think they were doing anything, and that was a good sign, but the slicer/intelligence gatherer was going to make sure of that.

Really, the Sanctum was out here, on what was this world called again? They just got pushed back from Ziost by the Primeval, and hadn’t really been raising hell with the Sith. That was good for her. Good for her employers and her nation. The slicer though, she did want to check out these races.

Fact finding and watching the gangs. She wanted to see what this Sanctum was all about. The cybernetically enhanced slicer was dressed up for a day at the races, which for her meant black on black on black. But it was just time to watch today.

And listen.

uno

 

[Coci Heavenshield]

Objective 2.
(1)

A lone figure stood among a sea of people. This is not an easy thing to do. A pair of faded black leather trousers the only sign that might give away her identity, considering she always wears black leather, but to complete the cover, a white tank top clings to her body, her hair pulled back in a pony tail and a pair of goggles sit on her head. No weapon on her body, but her saber secured in the pod which sits in the large hangar as the contestants wait to be called out to the track.

Around her are hundreds of all manner of sentient beings, racers, crew, machanics, droids and gang members. Coci is here undercover, to find out anything about these gangs. And remove them.

She watches as people exchange credits placing bets on the outcome of the race, she suspects some of it is bride and also to 'fix' certain competitors. Naturally there is a favourite to win the race, although it is not her, she will do her best to see that the gangs do not win the day.

Coci turns and begins to fuss with the pod, her Corellian nature able to make it look like she knows what she is doing, but all the while she listens to the conversations around her. Through the force her ability enhanced. Nothing as yet.

[member="Jennifer Blanchard"] [member="Emma Prinn"] @Cathbodua @Siobhan Kerrigan [member="Friedrich Stahlmann"] and [member="Thurion Heavenshield"]

 

[Zak Dymo]

Post 1 of 20
Location: Zygerrian Dawn race track
Frenemies: [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"], [member="Emma Prinn"], @SSC
Objective: Win the podrace for the Primeval

Slavery was a part of life.

It wore different masks, went by different names, but the shackles which chained away people's freedom were no less real -- even if they were nothing physical. In the ghettos where the young Pantoran had grown up, the people had been slaves to a society which valued material wealth more than it did people. The vagrant spaces, those shadows of the red light district where impoverished men tried to hide their shame, and people worked away their lives for the same of some non-existent number in a credit account. That was slavery.

The Sith were slaves. Bound by a religion they couldn't comprehend and paid scant more than lip-service toward, even while being blinded by their passions. And the Jedi were no different. Chains of tradition. What the Jedi described as selflessness was nothing less than the bondage of the will.

They were all slaves of a sort. Sometimes the servant, other times the master. So the fact that there were slaves didn't bother the Pantoran boy. The slave children working and playing near the crew pits were no better off than the Coruscanti youth gangs that he'd been part and prey to.

And they had been free.

And they had been prisoners all the same.

The gleaming black frame of the Sienar Systems Star Courier cast a long shadow across the dusty ground. Loud, jarring music blared from out of the open hold. The hip-hop trio from Naboo, Gunganlicious, echoed in the winds. In the shadow of the ship, the Pantoran witch-boy sat on the ground, tools littering the dirt at his feet, as he labored with a pod racer that was emblazoned with the colors and distinctive logo of Team Chiyo Swoop Racing.

As the primary sponsor for Team Chiyo, Primeval banners and insignia were boldly displayed in a statement of faith.

Not the least of which was the plethora of trinkets, food, or aid supplies that the youngling had brought with him to distribute among the slaves. Those who believed themselves to have the least power were often the holders of the most open minds to change. And the most passionate about bringing it. Through their ties with the Hutt Cartel, and his own, surprisingly extensive network there, the boy had managed to get invited to participate in this little slave masters betting game. What became of it was not so much anyone's guess as it would be the will of Sargon.

And, seemingly, the will of Sargon was something that had garnered some attention already.

"No, the Primeval don't worship death."

The spanner turned in the boy's hand, as amber eyes flickered up from the air intake he was installing to look the Zygerrian boy in the eyes. The cat-eared youth was a slave, one of three who had gathered around the strange Primeval person who had set up shop and begun passing out food and whispers of a loving god who cared for them. But, inevitably, the questions came. The same as always.

Were the Primeval evil? Did they eat the souls of babies? Was the Primeval a death cult?

"We don't even believe in death," the boy answered patiently. He wasn't going to touch the baby thing. Not that he thought that was really possible, but there was no telling just what [member="Zambrano the Hutt"] had going on in his spare time. And Boo wasn't about to ask either.

Setting his tool aside, the boy slid the cover over the exposed engine, snapping the section into place before continuing. "Everything made of Halrormalenth is changed by Balagoth..."

Simultaneously, the wristlink on his arm and the astromech wheeling around start going off like its the end of the world. "What is it ArThree?" the boy inquired, bringing his arms up to silence the chime on his wrist. The discordant melody of chirps and whistles was a little more droidspeak than the young agent could follow, but he got the idea that something unpleasant was on its way.

And he hated when he was right.

The Silver Sanctum fething Coalition. As he stood at the top of the loading ramp, datapad in hand, the boy watched as the familiar IFF signals began popping up on the sensor feed. Not just one or two. It was a whole fleet of Silvers.

He'd come to Zygerria on a break from classes at the Levantine Academy to get away from these people!

"Oh, yay, the galaxy super cops," the boy deadpanned vapidly, allowing the datapad to fall by his side as he resigned himself to the fact that a bunch of Dudley Do-Nothings were about to come rolling through. No doubt singing the official anthem of the Silver Jedi: Here we come to kark the day!

They'd better not cancel the race.

 

[RC 212]

Ojective #1

1/20

Location: Groundside

Vassara being an Outlaw and a spacer herself had already been here for a week or so. It had been easy to land the Gypsy Caravan and blend in as just another smuggler, which technically she was. She was a lot of things, but a Warden first, and while the ground might not be her jurisdiction, it certainly didn't help to spread a little freedom.

She was camped out in a canyon a little ways from the major slavers pen. There was nothing very fancy about the place, lots of sand rocks and small tent she had put up. The Gypsy Caravan was in port making it look like she was back in town. She had used a fake name, Anna Rose; fake documents and attached a mask to herself to remain hidden.

Now as her sense picked up the incoming wave of force signatures it was time to move. She rose from the fire, and stubbed it out with a few boot strokes. The tent was broken down even quicker, a few snaps and she rolled it up, combining it with her rucksack and tossing it vigorously onto the back of her little swoop.

Then she mounted the swoop and closed her eyes. The valley was complicated, with switchbacks and strange caves. Cliffs , all natural defences, good place for a hole up site.

The force reached out for her and she gunned the engine, following her gut instincts to pick a path towards the pens. If the conventional Jedi was the Quill and Parchment of peace, she was the Hammer of Justice. A lot of slavers were going to die today...

 

[Siobhan Kerrigan]

(2/20)
[member="Emma Prinn"], @whoever [member="Valiens Nantaris"] uses on the ground
Objective: Be a pompous aristo, infiltrate the local slavocracy, then kill them later and claim, err, liberate, their slaves.


If there was one thing Siobhan was good at - aside from chucking absurdly large objects around - then it was acting like she owned the place. Thus she strode down the landing ramp of her shuttle with the haughty air of a queen who expected you to obey and worship her...or else there would be consequences. This was a polite way of saying she was good at being a pompous queen you did not want to piss off!


A fancy welcoming committee was there in form of mercenaries and droids, who were lined up as an honour guard of sorts. Siobhan liked it when people stood at attention for her! Well, in this case these were people she would probably end up killing, but nonetheless it still counted.


A finely dressed Zygerrian official was there to greet her. "Lady Kerrigan, welcome to Zygerria. The Queen extends her greetings," she said smoothly, curtseying. Siobhan also liked it when people bowed to her! "Everything is prepared for your arrival. A place of honour has been reserved for you and your companions at the race."


Siobhan nodded graciously. "Thank you, my compliments to your Queen. I've heard a good deal about the pod races, I do hope they live up to their reputation. I could use some excitement," she said arrogantly because that was the aristo thing to do.


"I assure you they won't live up to it...they'll surpass it, Your Grace. Please, follow me. I must say we were a bit surprised when we heard of your request. Considering your past reputation in dealing with people with our customs," the feline said, beckoning Siobhan to follow.


Siobhan chuckled and flipped her red hair. "The slavery issue? Please, that's old history. Let's just say that the years after I finally left that rotting carcass called OP were rather eye-opening. Some people are natural slaves, others are natural mistresses...like your Queen and I. Besides, we do have slavery on Tygara. I don't let sanctimonious Jedi meddle in my kingdom. I saw how badly that went when I hired one of them to be a diplomat. Disgraceful."


"Then truly we can be calm and assured that no Jedi jihadist will strike today and meddle in your way of life. The Queen is eager to meet you for a...private audience. Our troops are on high alert if they interfere. For your personal amusement, I can offer you a few...gifts. I assure you, they will be as willing to serve as the elves of Tygara," the official said with a toothy smile.


She made a gesture with a hand and then two Zygerrian toughs built like bodybuilders brought forth a small group of slaves, all of them pretty and female. They were scantily dressed and collared, but clearly an effort had been made to make them presentable, though the shackles on their wrists and feet remained. Their aura radiated waves of fear and fright. Siobhan licked her lips at the sight, making a show of appraising each of them in turn, petting and groping them here and there before she finally settled on her choice. "The Twi'lek and the Zeltron. I love Twi'leks...they're so...docile. It's like they were made to fall on their knees and please," she said with a chuckle, which the Zygerrian slaver jovially joined in.


"A most exquisite choice. Consider them yours. I'd give you the speech about how you can chastise them, but they're broken-in and I doubt the Butcher of Roche needs advice! If they're not up to your standards, we can replace them. You can take a small escort with you, but no more. Light weapons. Security precautions, you understand."


"Perfectly. I am a Queen as well, after all. And to show my gratitude, I have some gifts of my own," she made a motion and two of her soldiers brought forth a crate. With a flourish it opened, revealing bolters and modern blasters. "For your Queen as a sign of my friendship. Should help keep the rabble in line if they forget who their betters are." Of course, she would not mention that the guns had been set to malfunction and go bang. More pleasantries and platitudes were exchanged, then the group would head towards the pod race track where a rather luxurious booth would be prepared. On the way they would also see how order was preserved on Zygerria since a few disobedient slaves had been nailed to crosses. Scantily clad, bloodied and bruised, they were exposed to the merciless sun. Signs hung from their neck, proclaiming them to be rebels.

 

[Sempra the Hutt]

Post 1 of 20
Location: Zygerrian Dawn race track
Enemy: not decided
Ally [member="Boo Chiyo"]
Objective: Watch a podrace

............................................................

Air was full of excitement and desires. People rushing forth and back preparing for the race. Betters, servants, dealers, mechanics and of course the drivers themselves.

Sempra Besadii Dhakun had hired a private balcony for himself and his entourage from where they would be enjoying the race. It was an expensive deal but Sempra always made sure to show off his wealth and status. He very much enjoyed pod racing, especially the more dangerous ones. In fact he had tried to get his fingers into the racing industry for some time now but so far he had not been successful. He lacked drivers and proper contacts it seemed.
Normally he would have tried to sponsor a cartel driver but for this run he had come to pay extra attention to a driver he had dealt with in the past. the man who had managed to bring the cartel and the Primevil to the same table arranging very beneficial deals for both parties.

[member="Boo Chiyo"] Sempra had sent a slave to the former ambassador with a gift of fine Alderaan wine wishing him the best of luck in the race. Naturally Sempra had placed a hefty bet on the young racer as well. the hutt wondered when he would show up. But he was not very worried, the boy never missed out on a good race.

Unaware of the coming invasion the cartel leader sat back, sipped his wine and prepared himself to enjoy this spectacle.

 

[Jennifer Blanchard]

CAN'T EVEN

(3 minus 1 out of 19 plus 1)

This was what she was expecting. Some Jedi running around, not flexing their might and getting the galaxy in line. She knew there were others out there who ran hard and fast with the Force. Was she one of them? She could be. A bit of mechu-deru, enough to flux a machine a bit, or take a computer system and shut it down. As for fighters and weapons of war? She was a Zillo from the Obsidians, she didn't use machines of war. Hell, how often did the girl use her lightsaber? Still, she was doing fact finding for the Techno Union, and getting word out for that faction. People needed to start doing things. And she was a part of the Axis of Evil. With the Silvers nearby, the Union needed to keep watch on them. The Primeval had done a good job at smacking them, but if they moved west? That'd put them in conflict with the Union.

And she needed to know how to fight that.

The infochant was doing her best to try to find a signal. Datamine the Sanctum, and then she'd be able to assist the engineers with knowing what was needed to be built to take down the Sanctum.

The galaxy needed a culling.

 

[Connor Harrison]

Connor knew that [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"] had gone to take on the slavers, and he wasn’t going to let her have all the fun. He wanted to see her in action, never really seeing her much around Voss but knowing there was something about her that interested him. After losing Ziost, it was time to act and show that the SSC wasn’t going to slink away – they were going to hit harder than before.

The coordinates had been fixed in, and while other units had taken on the pod-racing, itself something totally insane and dangerous, Connor was tempted to stay with the fleet and take the battle to the stars. However, there was scores needing to be settled, and right now he wasn’t a fan of slavers.

Not. One. Bit.

Holding the dropship in the atmosphere, Connor decided to get the blood pumping with a HALO jump into the area. Partly for his Shadow training and partly being a reckless Rogue, he would get to the planet faster and without great attention. He pulled on the breathing apparatus over his back that would help him survive the fall. The HUD visor pulled down over his face to chart his descent, with a black chute on his back to open low enough to avoid enemy sight, and the trusty lightsaber by his side.

The green-light came, and Connor looked as the HUD track lit his route before his eyes. His face tight and focused as the wind blew in and he stepped forward.

He ran out over the loading ramp and started his descent.

The altitude dropped before his eyes, his body straight like a bolt as he pierced the air heading towards the target area. 19 miles above the ground, Connor trusted the Force to get him to the ground safely.

Only his breathing could be heard inside his helmet and his eyes counted down the seconds until he would pull his chute.

3….2….1….

Connor pulled the rip-cord and the chute billowed out on his back, the speed decreasing with a violent jolt, requiring him to pull immediately up to avoid slamming down too hard, and going in at a gradual angle. Raising his feet, the ground came towards him and he touched down, hard.

Rolling over, the chute became tangled in the fauna around him and eventually he stopped on his back. Reaching up to pull the visor, a few bruises and battered bones, Connor gasped the air of Zygerria and caught his breath.

”So much…better…than a pod-race.”


#1/20

[member="Friedrich Stahlmann"] | [member="Matsu Ike"] | [member="Jennifer Blanchard"] | [member="Sempra the Hutt"] | [member="Vassara Raxis"] | [member="Boo Chiyo"] | [member="Coci Heavenshield"] | [member="Cathbodua"] | [member="Emma Prinn"] | [member="Thurion Heavenshield"]

 

[Cathbodua]

3/20

She didn't know what was happening but there was the sensation of her body feeling... calmer. The implant was tiny threads and tubes hooked to the computer and compartments that could pump different medications installed within the system. The autodoc droids working as their progress continued and the trance slowly had her senses expanding outwards to feel the other jedi as her teams were working on getting freed slaves wihin the protective building and sending out some of their ranger's who were working hard to secure the area. The jedi research teams coming for the patients and to work on helping them were able to land on the roof of the building.

Spoiler

Image Source:
Intent: To revitalize an old canon piece of tech
Development Thread:

• Prototype Development
• Implantation

Manufacturer: Sasori
Model: Processing Implant
Affiliation: Private Market
Modularity: Can be refilled
Production: Mass Produced
Material:

• Nano Tubing
• Hybrid Plexisteel
• Computer Components
• Monitoring Components

Description: Developed and slightly worked on to be improved based on ancient clone wars technology. The implant is designed with tubing that goes through the body via surgery to go into the muscles and organs. The small computer is able to release a controlled amount of bacta or stimulants that are loaded into the four reservoirs for them implant. The rest of the implant is two fold, with the tubing to the muscles and organs leading to a cap just under the skin and protruding with a seal for when the computer is taken off to be refilled. The computer itself is a slim case with small compartments that can be filled with vials of inject able stimulants the computer can monitor and give as needed. The stims cannot be overdone and the computer is able to keep track of the body to ensure it does not endanger it (best example it the morphine machine in hospitals I can't find the name) The casing though lacks emp and ion weapon shielding to protect the delicate electronics.

Standard reservoirs:

• Bacta: Healing juice and best substance to be used
• Health Stim: Standard medikit stim that must be injected into the body to kick start the bodies natural healing processes.
• Stim-Shot: Another med pack standard able to keep the body awake for a few hours
• Gylocal: A powerful pain killer and stim able to be used when injured. After a decade it will breakdown into poisonous components

Primary Source:

• Insulin Pump
• Bacta processing implant
• Health stim
• Stim-shot
• Gylocal

 

[Matsu Ike]

4/20
[member="Connor Harrison"]

Matsu could feel the energies of the others around the world while she was looking out and they had arrived at the hospital. The ranger's on site and the doctors working while she was working with some of the equipment holding it up. "There we go." She held it and was looking while she moved getting the reports and seeing in the distance that slavers had reappeared. She spoke into the force feeling one person she knew decently while her attention was going over. 'Connor, we have Ranger's at the hospital send coordinates and we'll be able to come and get any slaves you free for protection.' She said it and continued to walk while checking the main lab of the facility while the machines were running to machine the parts with her researchers. "How does it look?" The one Saeko looked up as she spoke. "We have a newer model worked on, the metal with micro shards and the inlaid crystals to absorb and protect." Matsu nodded her head to that while they were working and she brought up the holomap of the area around them.

Spoiler

Image Source: [x]
Intent: To create a sasori product able to work with Tutaminis force users
Development Thread:

• Dominion of Zygarria

Manufacturer: Sasoei
Model: Tora'Yor
Affiliation: Private Market
Modularity: No
Production: Minor
Material:

• Sasori Crystal
• Gadolinium
• Hybrid Plexisteel
• Crystal Shards
• Focusing Crystal

Classification: Anti-Energy
Weight: 2kg
Quality: 8 (at metal)
Special Features:

• Force Hardened
• Able to Absorb Energy
• Superconductor
• Able to Project Energy

Description: Designed by the jedi Artisan's and created using one of the modified Sasori crystals. The metal is force hardened gadolinium able to conduct energy and inlaid with microscopic crystal shards modified to absorb and convert force energy into the metal and flow it into the body. The device then uses a Sasori crystal to store the energy for the used with small guides running along the metal. The metal itself suffers a major drawback in that it gets hot with the energy able to burn the hand of the wearer if they are not trained in the advanced skills to use it. The metal itself is designed and able to protect from lightsaber blades absorbing the energy to make the metal glow white hot and resist the saber. The gaps in the metal leaving the hand and arm exposed to be burned or cut by the blade. The force enhancement of the metal and item can be broken and destroy the glove, as well it will cease functioning on worlds unable to feel the force such as Myrkr.

Strengths:

• Can catch and store energy
• Can project energy stored or from force user
• Band and fingertips are able to resist sabers

Weaknesses:

• Limited area of protection (only covers hand and forearm in a band)
• Requires Advanced skills in Tutaminis
• Does not work on worlds or area's untouched by the force

Primary Source:

• Sasori Crystal

 

[Jsc]

Ascending to the Races
w/ [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"] 2/20

Well. That got dark fast. Dark Mistress fast, too. So when the escort mentioned only light weapons being allowed at the races, Emma gulped. I guess she had come too well prepared. Luckily, one of the Firemane boys gave her shoulder a slap and a nod. All right. Might as well? No helping it now. She passed him her shotgun. The soldier slung it over his back and nodded in reply. She'd see it again. Someday. For now they apparently had a cover game to play. No Jedi here. Nope. Just a Dark Mistress and her honor guard. Only Firemane employees here. Yep. No Jedi in the bunch. I... Um. I guess that made Emma a "Dark Mechanic" for the day. Hmm. Wonder what a dark mechanic does? Sneer at people and make death tanks? Maybe, think about new types of Bolter Ammo that can kill slavers more exotically? ...Ugh. Probably. Who knows, right?

Prinn took out her tinted sunglasses and sighed. She should have brought a better disguise than a simple black outfit and an 1000 yard stare. Bleh. The Jedi Padawan walked with the column and did her best to move like a badass amongst the Firemane guard. Which, worked about as well as [member="Connor Harrison"] 's landing.

A little rough.

 

[Tempest]

[member="Siobhan Kerrigan"] Everyone else
2/20
All the objectives!

Orbit:
In space Admiral Gould watched as the pirate and criminal ships realised their situation.
“Move in the Thunderbolt Battlegroup to block their escape,” she ordered.
Held in place by the Interdictor, the only escape for their enemies was to get under, over or around the planet and out of range. To this end ships were sent to block off these escape routes.
This would be the first battle where the Paladin Class Star Destroyer would be used, and that was the flagship for Gould. The Paladin was a magnificent ship, using the powerful new Colossus Reactor and equipped with two Vortex Cannons and a vast array of heavy turbolasers and ion cannons.
It was not really the best choice for this exact battle as it had no internal hanger and no defence guns, but it was well screened and escorted by other craft. Not that the pirates would be putting up a strong defence to the massive ship.

The Thunderbolt Battlegroup was smaller, containing cruisers and other escorts, ships fast enough to close out the escape vectors.

“Open channel on all frequencies,” she ordered. “All ships in orbit of Zygerria. This planet is now under the jurisdiction of the Silver Coalition. Power down your weapons and prepare to be boarded. Any resistance will be met harshly.”

It remained to be seen if the pirates were actually wise enough to accept the offer.




Racetrack:

Tempest stalked around the observation areas in a grim mood. Understandably she had no love for slavers, and was unwilling to play along with Siobhan’s game in order to infiltrate. Although she knew something horribly poetic would occur to the Queen she could not endure playing along with the charade. The problem was, if she had to choose whether to maintain the pretence or punch a slaver.
And so she left that part of the duty to the irrepressibly annoying Chesna, and gone to the race track to examine matters herself.

The goal was to win the race for the Coalition. Not only would that gain them valuable prestige, but it would prove that the Coalition were worthy in more ways than just by the lightsabre.
“You wanna race, girl?” a Cathar asked, sauntering over. This one was taller than Tempest, her fur shaved in various patterns.
“I might. What’s the catch?”
“Well, depends if you can race or not. See, our racer hit a wall yesterday…literally. We’re down a competitor, and I heard you’re with these Silver people.”
“That’s right, I am.” Tempest frowned. She’d never been much of a pilot. Though she had improved a lot over the years she was not a racing pilot, not really.
“Well, we’re happy to sport you a pod…provided you can put in a good word with your people when the planet’s yours?”
Tempest nodded. “A trade for trade. Very well. I will find you a rider, but this pod better be up to scratch.”
“We don’t gain nothing if the pod crashes,” the Cathar pointed out.

As she headed away, Tempest put out a call to Siobhan and [member="Coci Heavenshield"]. “Either of you know a pod racer? I’ve got an in to the competition, and I’ll do it if there’s no one else.”




The Slave Markets:

Since Tempest was not going to be doing undercover work, that left few options. Tegaea Alcori was of course too important and well known for that, Eyrecae would be more likely to start a fight for the fun of it, and any other Eldorai would probably unleash righteous retribution in the circumstances.

That meant everything was left for Chesna Chinue as always. The possibly immortal Eldorai was always up for something which allowed her to wander around unhindered, troll people and get a bit of a beating. The Dark Side might be a pathway to abilities some might consider unnatural, but Chesna had found the Force to be full of far more exciting options to one unhindered by silly moral codes.

For the occasion she’d worn her best collar and a suitably revealing outfit. Now, at Siobhan’s instructions she’d headed down to the slave pens. Ostensibly she was there to pick slaves for Siobhan’s ‘purchase’ and examination in her private box at the podrace. In reality she was there to snoop on the security for when the time came to turn on their hosts.

“Mistress Siobhan sent me to examine the merchandise. You know how she likes only the best,” she said to the guards. “She likes to break them in…make the wilful ones bend to her,” she added.
“How about you, sweetie? Think she’ll let us play with you a bit if we ask nicely?” one of them asked, running a hand down her back.
“Oh, I’m sure Mistress Siobhan will be happy to give the answer due consideration…but you better ask her before we play, Master. She can be ever so possessive of her property,” Chesna said. She wanted to be there when the manling asked Siobhan Kerrigan to have private time with one of her girls. Oh, it would be so, so fun to watch!
The guard grunted and went back to his post and Chesna went in.

She’d ordered the best available slaves to be drawn up. Female, humanoid, pretty only. Her heart went out to the poor souls, but she knew it’d not be long before they’d be freed.
“This is the best you have is it?” she asked, walking down the row. Some of them looked abused, some looked terrified. Still, she had to play the role of dutiful slave herself.
“All prime stock. No diseases. Some need a bit of training, but that ain’t nothing for the Butcher of Roche right?”
“Oh yes, the Butcher of Roche will certainly make these girls thankful they ended up with her,” Chesna commented. She stopped near the end of the row. There…an Eldorai girl, slightly hunched over, frightened and…wrong.
Tilting her head from side to side, Chesna realised what it was. The girl before her looked normal, but there was no Force sense of a life behind it. As a very highly skilled empathy Chesna knew an HRD when she saw it…well, the regular sort anyway!
“Something wrong?” a guard asked.
“Oh no, I just want to play with this one a bit. Can you give me a moment alone? I have to try her out for the Mistress to be pleased.”
“Sure, but we’re watching,” the guard said, smirking. He was looking forward to some elf on elf action.
Chesna leaned close to the droid, and whilst making a play of feeling her up, she whispered in Eldarai in her ear. “You’re not with Archangel are you? I’d hate to have to zap you…or did you want to help me?”
Understandably Chesna was not in favour of freeing the slaves just to have the genocidal HRDs process them all.

 

[RC 212]

Objective #1 [member="Tempest"] [member="Matsu Ike"] [member="Connor Harrison"]

2/20

Location: Inbound to Slave pens.

The speeder continued over the treacherous terrain until Vassara was within eyeshot of the slave pens. It wasn't long after that she skidded to halt, turning the bike sideways and kicking up a moderate amount of dust. She nailed the ignition switch an hopped off, shouldering her pack in one swift movement with her left hand.

The right hand drew her combat shotgun from its sheath at her back. Black boots pitter pattered across the dusty ground as she made her way towards the main entrance. The pens were a tall rectangular building. Pretty shoddy, thrown up of grey metal plates and rusted out beams. Outside the guards milled about at the gate.

The thing seemed to be compounded off two. She could have gone in stealth mode. Been all secretive and what not. Unfortunately Vassara was not the secretive type today. She strolled right up to the gate and smiled.

"Afternoon gents."

"You coming to buy?" One of the guards asked, stubbing out a cigarette.

"Certainly am, care to let me through?"

The gate swung open and her jaw almost hit the ground. These guards were really stupid. Tremendously so.

"Heres my papers."

The guard snatched the small document from her palm, reading it over with raise eyebrows.

"You're Emma Rose?"

"Yep."

"Why does this say you're five ten then?"

"Because you read too closely and your about to die."

"What?"

The Shotgun whirled up, muzzle pressing into the guards chest. Before he could react Vassara pulled the trigger. A Dragonsbreath shell at point blank range was nothing to mess with. He burst intently into a blooming ball of fire, falling backwards trying to run as magnesium melted his flesh into his bones.

Before the other two could flee Vassara whirled on them, releasing the shotgun with one hand and drawing her Czerka Machine pistol with the same. Both barrels on both remaining guards.

"Drop em, shows over. Oh and throw me those security key cards too, then scram."

 

[Audren Sykes]

Objective 1
Zygerria, Groundside
1/20

It worried him that he'd carried a similar line of thought to Vassara Raxis, inasmuch as heading to Zygerria ahead of time was a wise idea. He'd gotten permission to ride with her on her vessel, the Gypsy Caravan to the target planet. Not a long flight; the combination of that and Audren's fledgling ability to sense the Force made it relatively simple. Vassara was a darksider, one of those allied with the Silver Sanctum Coalition. The Sephi still hadn't come to a decision on how much he liked that idea - he'd heard that some of the allies were fairly brutal. For now, he had to trust that the leaders were doing the right thing.

Of course, he hadn't quite counted on being a week early.

Vassara had landed the Gypsy in port, and Audren had left as soon as she did, playing his part of a traveler without ties to Vassara to a tee. Using cash credits he'd been given, he rented a room. Vass had headed out into a canyon to camp, but unlike her Audren wasn't after one of the major slave holding areas. There were numerous minor ones scattered around the city, catering to more specialized clientele. No doubt the Coalition forces - especially the Rangers - wouldn't have a problem liberating these pens, but the Padawan was willing to bet that the owners would kill their 'stock' before seeing them free. The "if I can't have it, nobody can" mentality. Imagine their surprise when they showed up to cull stock and found it all missing.

Unlike many of the others, Audren didn't have the advantage of sensing Force presences when the fleet arrived. He'd instead paid a couple credits to have the names of incoming ships sent to him from Traffic Control, then cross-referenced that list with the name Tangler, which would give him an audible alert. A couple of minutes after that alert sounded, he was a block away from his first target, which was basically a warehouse with people inside. Crouched in a shadowed alley, he pulled some of the more obvious gear from his backpack and put it into place. He'd been carrying a blaster openly, that he set to stun. A long vibroknife was sheathed on the opposite side of his belt, and the training lightsaber he'd finally claimed clipped horizontally along the back of his belt. Half a dozen unpowered throwing knives were also made available. He was willing to kill if necessary, but unlike Vassara, Audren was not here for the slavers but for the slaves. Stealth and knockouts.

Access was through a third-story window. Not the simplest method, especially considering all the fire escapes were kept on the second story. The building next to the target didn't though, and it was a simple leap from one fire escape to the other. Rather than crashing down onto a landing, Audren grabbed one of the railings to catch his fall and slipped over it to the landing itself. When he concentrated, the Sephi's Force senses were able to sense that the guard inside hadn't been alerted and had past the shuttered window. The blade of a throwing knife was slipped through the narrow crack between windows and pushed the simple latch up, allowing the panes of glass to part easily. A few silent steps inside brought him up behind the human guard, and a simple choke hold took the man down in seconds.

The security room was simple, once the Padawan had stunned the single guard within. Easy enough to do, the guard hadn't even looked up, instead asking some asinine questions about the view improving. Audren had been able to shoot him without ever making eye contact. Shut down incoming and outgoing signals, disable slave implants, unlock outer doors, disable individual pen security. Pen locks could only be disabled from the local command stations though. He dragged both guards into the security room, used the lightsaber to permanently disable the consoles, then locked the guards in the room from the inside. Freed slaves had a tendency to try and get even, after all. At each local substation the situation was explained to the slaves, and when the locks were opened they walked out with all the dignity one could expect. After all, these were the ones who would have become butlers and menial servants, not pleasure or fighting slaves.

The easy pen was the warm-up, now on to one of the more difficult ones. The noise would erupt there.

 

[Siobhan Kerrigan]

[member="Valiens Nantaris"],
(3/20)


Pod racing track,


And so Siobhan and her posse, along with the Zygerrians who were so kind to show her the way, approached the racing track. There was a massive sea of people - racers, guests, fangirls of the aforementioned racers, mechanics, speculators, guards and so on and so forth, but they knew when to part. And, of course, there were slaves. Many of the honoured guests had received gifts from the Zygerrian leaders, which tended to come in form of slave girls.


They were all greeted by a massive golden statue of Queen Miraj Scintel, which towered over them. Wreaths had been laid in front of the statue, as if it were some sort of idol. Upon the pedestal words had been written in an elaborate script: 'WE SHALL PROTECT OUR INALIENABLE RIGHTS'. It did not take a genius to figure out which right it was referring to!


"Have you had any difficulty with slave unrest lately? Just out of curiosity. I know how much certain foreign powers love to meddle," Siobhan asked casually once they passed the statue. Of course, she had one of her minions lay down a wreath.


The Zygerrian official waved these questions aside as if they were buzzing insects. Of course, she was canny enough to keep her tone respectful. Who knew, otherwise the Butcher of Roche might have crushed her heart purely because she could. "Minor issues, Lady. Of course, there are always slaves who get uppity and forget their place. Mostly when they're stirred up by outsiders. Naive idealists, Jedi," she all but spat the word. "As if the slaves would be better off destitute and without a strong, but loving hand to show them the way. They have no skills other than to serve."


Dramatic irony here! Siobhan chuckled slightly. "So true. One of my slaves on Tygara, a gift from the Shahbânu, was terrified of the idea of being free. It was calmning for her when I have her gainful employment in my personal household. She has everything she needs, doesn't have to worry about anything and she has the honour of servicing me," she leaned over to one of the slaves she had acquired, a beautiful but frightened looking purple Twi'lek and affectionately petted her lekku as if she were a favourite pet. "You will please me, won't you, girl?"


The girl, used to being beaten if she did not appear as obedient as possible, nodded immediately. She was sweating and tried to control the tremble she was feeling. "Yes, Mistress. My only purpose is to...serve your whims," she said as eagerly as she could.


"Good girl. Do that well and you'll find I'm a kind Mistress," Siobhan purred, petting the girl some more before releasing her hold on her. They reached the big arena and were led inside, eventually arriving in a very luxurious booth. The High Queen herself was there to greet them, seated upon a gilded throne and wearing a beautiful gown. Needless to say slaves, equipped with leashes and collars, were fawning over her and naturally there were guards in form of battle droids.


The Zygerrian lackey bowed before the Queen. "Your Majesty, I present to you Lady Kerrigan, the Butcher of Roche," she declared grandly. Well, Siobhan always liked it when people dramatically announced her. Or made her the centre of attention in general. Needless to say Siobhan did not bow, merely lowered her head very, very slightly.


"It is a pleasure to meet you, Majesty. I have heard much about you. I do hope this day can forge a friendship between Eldorai and Zygerria. It is heartening to visit a world that respects the old ways, untainted by so-called democracy and Jedi zealotry," Siobhan said in her sweetest tone. After all, she had to keep up the act and stuff. As they approached, the Queen herself got up, planting a kis on each of Siobhan's cheeks, which naturally the Countess reciprocated.


"Sweet flattery from someone as infamous as you. Jedi infidels think they can meddle, as they have done with my ancestors, but we shall not let them compromise our way of life. Come join me. We shall watch the race together. There are so many stories I have heard about you. You must tell me all about your fight on Wayland. Slave, get us some drinks!" she commanded imperiously, clapping her hands. As was commanded, immediately a slave girl appeared on the scene, carrying a two goblets and a bottle of expensive champagne.


However, as Siobhan sat down upon a slightly smaller throne and the girl bent down to pour some wine for the Queen, she slipped and the glass fell out of her hand, with wine dripping everywhere. Being quick of mind, Siobhan used her powers to keep the goblet from falling onto the Queen, who was incandescent with rage. "You stupid foolish, useless girl!" she shrieked. "Are you good for nothing? I should have you wihipped till you're bloody." A telekinetic sphere kept any wine from splashing onto her dress, conjured up by Siobhan.


"I'm so sorry, Mistress. Please..." She suddenly began spasming when an invisible force applied pressure to her lungs. By no means enough to collapse them, but quite painful. "P-please." Finally Siobhan released her and she dropped down to her knee. The Queen gave her a good, hard slap across the face and then a guard kicked her.


"It's so difficult to get good slaves these days," Siobhan said sympathetically. "But I have a thing about disciplining them. Let me have her for the night. She'll be as good as new by tomorrow," she said, looking leecherously at the slave girl, who was on her knees and nursing a bruise.


"If you want to have her you can. Thank you for keeping my dress from getting ruined. It is priceless," the apparently quite pompous Queen declared.


Actually it's kind of last year, Siobhan thought to herself. A fashionista like her always kept up with the latest trends. "Nothing to thank for, my dear. Now where were we...ah, yes, old battles," she purred, taking a sip from her goblet. She had to admit that the wine was exquisite. At least the natives had good taste there.


"Indeed, the race will begin soon and we will have plenty of time to...discuss. By the way, who is this delightful creature over there? The one looking so grim and dark," the Queen spoke, indicating [member="Emma Prinn"], who was totally the best 'Dark Mechanic'. Well, she was certainly the cutest!


"One of my valued minions...and sometimes more than that," Siobhan winked at her. "I like to reward by best and load them with honours...as long as they live up to my demands. If they disappoint me, well, no one under my heel wants to ever experience that," she joked. This one has the impression that Siobhan was enjoying the chance to be as corny as possible. From the balcony they would have a very good view of the race, which ought to start soon. She had received Tempest's transmission and sent a quick telepathic message in response. At the box with Queenie. Think Coci wanted to race.


The Slave Markets


The heat could obviously not bother her. Nor the fact that she was extremely exposed since her scanty attire did very little to obscure her body, though she had to admit this would become a tad annoying once she broke 'free' and murdered her captors since lack of armour would mean more damage sustained. Of course, she could always just murder a guard and steal what passed for armour here. So while putting up a show of being a frightened, cowed slave, Caerys had in fact been busy scanning the area.


Taking note of all the guards, their weapons, calculated whom to strike first. Likewise which slaves were the most likely to muster the pluck to join in an uprising and actually be useful in combat. The laser turrets would be a problem, but explosives could take care of that. Likewise many of the guards were more equipped for riot suppression than actual combat, which would put them at a significant disadvantage. Moreover, they were still blind to her true nature.


The guard gave Chesna and Caerys leecherous looks, clearly waiting for some 'action'. How puerile. The again, he was an organic. "Had some difficulty breaking that knife-ear in, but I gave her my personal attention. She's so eager now," he declared, looking terribly smug.


When Chesna made a show of feeling her up, Caerys made a show of leaning into her touches and sighing slightly, though otherwise she stood straight, like an obedient slave should. "No. Archangel is an insane cult run by irrational machines tainted by organic thoughts. I am not interested in processing these creatures. If you wish to terminate the local regime, I shall aid." Why? Because she felt like doing so. Not for any moral reasons because she was indifferent to the plight of the slaves. She calculated that in all likelihood post-liberation they would at best end up working for minimum wages, with conditions only slightly better than before. Zygerria was poorly developed industrially and she doubted the so-called Coalition would actually pursue long-term investment. Assuming it did not fall to Primeval and slavery was reintroduced.