Now This Is Podracing! (Coalition Dominion of Zygerria)

[Coci Heavenshield]

[member="Tempest"]

Objective 2. Pod Racing.
(2)

The gangs most definately had their fingers in the pie here at the pod racing. The conversation around her gave Coci the information that many of the competitors will be taken out during the race, the favourite one of them. She stood up and wiped her hands on an oily rag, putting more oil on them than was there before, but her eyes fixed on one of woman, who was surrounded by three men. She spoke in whispers to them, but Coci could hear her giving instructions to tamper with the pod of the favourite.

At this moment, as message came through from Tempest. She place her hand to the side of her ear, and ducked down once more to look under the pod. "Yes, I have a pod here that I will be racing. There is a small group of the gang members here in the hangar, they are going to tamper with some of the other pods".

However, Coci was interrupted as the young lad that is the favourite for the race came over to her. "Hey there, I see you are going to be racing against me", he smiled a charming smile. "I would hate to see you get hurt out there, it can be pretty rough you know, the names Jeck". He said by way of introduction.

"Hello Jeck, the names .. Tessa", she shot out her hand for him to shake. "Oh don't worry I can look after myself", she winked. "Been racing a while now, so I know what I am in for, but nothing big you know, just small time stuff". She nodded her head toward the small group. "Might wanna check your pod again before you take it out on the track. Seems there are some around here that would like to see you lose. But first you have to get passed me to win".

Jeck looked over to the group and frowned, "Yeah, they control the place, they had approached me to tank but, naw not how I roll babe", he winked at her. Coci grinned, "Well, see you at the finish line", she said before he left to check his pod over once more.

 

[Matsu Ike]

5/20

The researcher's and doctors in the lab continued to work while Matsu had the glove at the ready, her notes and the Ranger's giving data back to the holo display in the room. She was able to see where they were moving and coordinating as her hands held up the glove while she was looking at some of the doctors in the room. "There are two others." The secondary ones were set with crystals from the telchek cube while her hands were working to fit it to one of the doctors as they nodded in agreement. She was giving the doctors the gloves as they pushed healing energy into the central crystal before directing it outwards to heal.

 

[Cathbodua]

6/20

She could hear more sounds while the docs continued working, slowly finishing up while her attention was on things. Expanding her senses out and with the small chirping f the computer on her waist when she was slowly opening her eyes. The membrane growing over them obscuring her vision but she was able to make out the soft light as her senses were fulling returning to her self before she was feeling the energy flow over her hands. The processing implant wasn't having an adverse effect and she was looking over the small computer while they were loading it with some of the stimulants and healing juice that could be sent through the body.

 

[RC 212]

3/20

Location: Large Slave pens, outside of town

Allies: [member="Connor Harrison"]

Vassara felt him before she saw him. It was a familiar feel, one she'd felt on Voss a few times.

Master Harrison...

For a second her concentration was broken as she spotted him coming out of the sky, commando style. The guards were gone now, vanished by the crazy woman. No doubt summoning reinforcements. Vassara knew she had to act quick, else she be overrun here. The main objective now was to get to the control room and activate the buildings defense systems.

With a little bit of technical know how she could turn them against the guards inside, killing them before they had a chance to react.

Pumping the shotgun she moved forwards, keeping the muzzle slightly raised. The door opened with a simple swipe of the card and Vassara stepped inside. She was in an access corridor. This was a blind spot too, one corridor and no where but down it. For a second she paused, wondering which option was best.

She could instinctively navigate through the building, but that came with drawbacks. When navigating through the force, you never had distinct visual, so traps were abound.

Vassara's gloved hand reached back, grasping into her rucksack. The force summoned two small spheres to her hands with a small smack!

Scanner Droids, her own invention. Mighty useful too. Two click of the power switch and the small droids rose into the air, buzzing off through the building. Vassara flattened herself against the wall, and locked the access door with the hardbolt. No surprises. Her arm mounted datapad flipped open and icy blue eyes peered into the soft glow of the screen.

Slowly the droids began their work....

 

[Sempra the Hutt]

Post 2 of 20
Location: Zygerrian Dawn race track
Enemy: not decided
Ally Boo Chiyo
Objective: Watch a podrace
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That slave would be tasting the whip when he returned. It was taking far too long. [member="Boo Chiyo"] should not be far away from the tracks. Sempra knew the boy's interest in racing well enough to decide on that. Unless...
Unless, something was up.

Sempras eyes narrowed as he moved a bit closer to the balcony to get a good overview of the crowd and tracks.

there was movement in the crowd. Patterns he did not recognize. Was those pesky swoop gangs trying a trick?
Sempra beckoned for his most trusted slave, a pale looking albino slave.

"Go down there, listen and watch. I want to know whats going on here." The order was simple and direct. With a bow the slave moved away followed by a single Nikto bodyguard.

Sempra downed his wine and muttered beneath his breath. Heads would be rolling if someone was tampering with his driver. He had placed quite the bet on the boy for the next race.

[member="Emma Prinn"] [member="Tempest"] [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"]
[member="Coci Heavenshield"] @folk at the racing tracks

 

[Jsc]

The Throne of Zygerria
w/ [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"] 3/20

Prinn mixed easily with the Firemane Honor Guard until the party ended up in the very presence of the Zygerrian Queen. Who, to be frank, didn't look at all like her statue. Hmm. Thankfully, Kerrigan did the all talking whilst Prinn did her very best to remain tactfully invisible. Which was rather easy given the large size of the Firemane soldiers. Emma's slim form was easy to conceal among their tall helms and dashing shoulders. Alas, it did appear the Queen herself noticed Emma's attempted posture. Prinn was doing her best, "I'm a sexy betch, yo." in every attempt to appear in character. Funny how that attracts royalty. Oh dear. She had to think quickly.

Emma gave a bow of her head to the lovely mistresses and then wiped a single finger across her bottom lip with a flick of her hair. Umm... She'd seen an actress do it once. Sexy tease? Maybe?

Heh. The guard with her shotgun on his back gave a soft chuckle. He seemed amused at the thought of a Silver Jedi playing the part of a succubus. Prinn immediately blushed furiously. Her cheeks turning a brilliant scarlet hue. Oh dear. If the other Masters got a hold of this image right now. She'd never make Knighthood. Ugh. Poor girl. She was as oblivious as the come. Mm,

I need an adult.

 

[RC 212]

4/20

Location: Large Slave pens, outside of town

Allies: [member="Connor Harrison"]

The droids made quick work of their surroundings. small sonic pulses bounced off the walls all around them and Vassara smirked as she got the readouts. Turns out this corridor led to a ventilation shaft. Which incidentally went directly to the main control room. Well that was start. With quick fingers she keyed in another set of orders.

Her finger traced a path over the datapad, marking the path down the ventilation shaft and to the actual ceiling vent itself. The droids little ion drives obediently propelled them forwards. Two metallic spheres disappeared up into the shaft. But there was an issue. A giant fan which was spinning. Slow enough for the droids to hop through, but not for Vassara.

Still they continued up the shaft, and then ran parallel to the ceiling for a bit. At the end of it all the cameras were pointing down into the control room. Vassara began to menatlly mark how many targets she had to to take out...

 

[Zak Dymo]

Post 2 of 20
Location: Zygerrian Dawn race track
Allies: [member="Sempra the Hutt"]
Frenemies: [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"], [member="Coci Heavenshield"]
Objective: Win the podrace for the Primeval

Was he doing this for glory?

No, not so much.

For Sargon? Technically, everything was for Sargon. Or was the will of Sargon. The whole bondage of the will, pre-destination, free will religious debate was well and far over his head. But... not really, no.

For the Host Lord? Truthfully, [member="Anja aj'Rou"] probably wouldn't be all that happy that one of her Exemplars was fething off at the races. Especially when the Bleeding Sun was already footing the bill to send him to school at the not-so-cheap Levantine Academy. And you could bet he wasn't doing homework or extra credit assignments while he was here.

So why was he here?

The answer went to the Pantoran's age. And that was, HoloStations didn't buy themselves. The blue-skinned youngling had his eye on the special edition Ultimate Sith Fighter Budokai HoloStation bundle and the boy was hoping that the winnings from this race would cover the price of shipping one of those from the Corellian System to Oswaft Station.

Minus the obligatory twenty percent charitable donation. Which, he hadn't decided which charity he was going to donate to yet. There was the Primeval orphanage on Helska. Or the shelter on Bastion. Not to mention the Golden Banner Retirement Home on Mirial...

But, the Coalition AgriCorps was doing some good work. Even though it was a Silver Sanctum charity and not a Primeval one, it had crossed the boy's mind that he might donate to that.

Decisions, decisions.

Plus, he had to figure out what to do with this bottle of wine.

What did you get an 11-year-old pod jockey? Let's see, there was a HoloStation. Or a HoloBoy Advanced (which would be fething awesome by the way). And there were like 15 game titles in the HoloStation catalog. Hell, he could have even used a new mechanic's toolkit or a vibroknife. But what had the Hutt sent? A bottle of wine.

Though, the boy did hope that Sempra had received the slaves that he'd sent as a gift from Ord Janon. Overthrowing a Pius Dei cult in the town of Bilgewater, the Pantoran agent had taken the surviving cult leaders and shipped them to Sriluur. However, the question remained, what was he going to do with a bottle of fermented grape juice? Did people understand how wine was made? It was fething disgusting. Fizzyglug, on the other hand, involved absolutely no bacteria or mold. High fructose corn syrup, yes. Brominated vegetable oil, absolutely. But moldy grape skins? No.

Looking around the crew pits, the boy continued to ready the pod racer for the race.

Assuming the SIlver Jedi didn't kill the fun (as per the norm), then there was no way he was losing to some Weaksider.

 

[Enyo Typhos]

(4/20)


Enclave of Hope
Objective: Help the downtrodden
Enemies: None really, except the unenlightened! Like Firemane and Sio.
Frenemies: Maybe [member="Coci Heavenshield"], Silvers in general


Zygerria was a poor, benighted world in a harsh, uncaring Galaxy. A pitiless slavocracy held sway over the planet, keeping the populace in ignorance and trampling upon their rights. Thus it had been throughout the ages, despite occasional cases of humanitarian interventions on the part of Jedi and other self-appointed intergalactic cops who came to 'let freedom reign' and force the autocracy to 'let your people go'. Yet all so often the daily lives of the subjects changed little.


Even when it came to those who were not slaves, many lived in abject poverty and toiled in wretched conditions. Indeed, a great many sold themselves into slavery because they fallen into debt or run afoul of the law. Here and there, the oppression become too much to stand and slave rebellions broke out, which created a vicious cycle.


The Angels of Mercy had come to this poor planet to light a candle in the darkness. Far away from the pod racing track, they had constructed an enclave, intended to be a beacon of hope that would shine brightly and offer deliverance to at least some of the impoverished. It was a well-fortified and defended compound, for though the intent was peaceful, Zygerria was a fairly lawless world overrun by criminal gangs and with a notoriously corrupt police force. Moreover, reliable intelligence indicated that the Silver Jedi had the world in their sights and it was doubtful that the takeover would come to pass without violence. Thus automated laser turrets guarded the compound, as did patrols of battle droids equipped with heavy weaponry. All this was for the purpose of protecting those who came here, for it was primarily a hospital.


You see, universal healthcare did not exist on Zygerria. Or any form of healthcare really unless you were part of the social elite. Thus it was no surprise that many diseases that had long ceased being a problem on the core worlds, still afflicted the populace. Especially the impoverished whose lives nobody really cared about much.


They came to the Enclave, a safe zone. Here skilled doctors and medical droids provided cures to their ills. Needless to say that were a number of cases that could not be treated here, requiring more extensive care. In such cases the patients were offered the chance to leave the planet so that they could be treated in a sophisticated offworld facility. Here the halls were clean and pristine, food was served regularly and clean clothes provided. Rumours said that some escaped slaves even found their way here. Undoubtedly bribes were paid to the corrupt security forces to keep them from meddling. If anyone were to inspect the facility, they would find nothing amiss or particularly suspicious.


Deep inside the facility, Ms. Scarlett stepped out of an operating room where medical droids were even now seeing to patients. Outside a woman dressed in rags was waiitng for them. The Zygerrian looked uncertain and nervous, fidgeting slightly when the statuesque redhead approached her. The redhead held up a hand to deflect any questions that might be asked and got straight to the point. "Your brother and children are in a stable condition. We removed the bullet from your son's chest. They were very lucky to come to us so soon, otherwise the disease would have been fatal," she said, giving the woman a gentle, compassionate smile.


Hope and happiness were reflected in the woman's eyes. "They're alright? Thank you...so much. The doctors I went to before wouldn't even bother look at them. I don't know how to thank you...can I see them?" It was so uplifting to give hope to these people.


Ms. Scarlett gently patted her on the shoulder. "Yes, in a moment. Don't stay long though, they're very tired. I must warn you, we're not fully out of the wind yet. The disease is very malignant. A nasty wasting sickness. I fear more extensive surgery may be needed...to be certain."


The woman looked crestfallen and took a very deep breath, seemingly crushed, then nodded. "I...understand. Is there nothing you can do? They're my family, I'd do anything for them."


Scarlett gave her shoulder a gentle squeeze. "We don't want your body or our liberty. These customs on this planet are barbaric. We have an offfworld facility that can give them the care they need. Of course, they'll have to leave the planet. You may go with them."


"Are you sure? You'll do that while asking for nothing in return? They'll be alright?"


"Yes, and we can find them work, teach you skills. So that you're never at risk to be a slave again."


"What about the police? It's forbidden for us to leave the planet."


"Don't worry. They have no power here." Overwhelmned by such compassion the Zygerrian pulled the taller redhead into a hug, which was returned somewhat awkwardly. Looking a bit embarrassed the alien pulled away, smiling slightly.


"I don't know how I can ever repay you...but we will always be grateful. I must go see them...but thank you. We can finally have a life. You're like...angels of mercy."


"Of course, dear. If there is anything you need, you know where to find me. I came from a planet much like this...so I am happy to help. I'll send word to get you some fresh clothes." The Zygerrians would be among the many patients who would board a shuttle today and depart from the planet towards...better things, while the crime lords, the Silvers, pod racers and corporate bosses played their games. They would receive perfect and universal health care...the last health care they would ever need. Similar enlaves were being constructed on hell holes such as Contruum and Rattatak...soon the oppressed would all partake in the technology of peace.

 

[Cathbodua]

7/20

The hospital bed was not her style and not something she was enjoying as she sat up in it. The feeling of force energy wrapping around her though was a welcomed thing and slowly she was feeling better. It helped that the implant was slowly pumping healing stim into her body while she sat there. "Whoo this feels a little better." The pale jedi knight ran a hand over her short hair and under the soft light she was feeling better now before getting the sections of her body suit on as she was adjusting it to have the small implant on the outside of the bodysuit with her belt while she secured the helmet before walking a little and thank the force she wasn't opposed to healing while she grabbed the glowing blue cube and was gripping it while she slowly healed herself.

 

[Sor-Jan Xantha]

Post 3 of 20 (shared with [member="Boo Chiyo"])
Location: Space, the Final Frontier
Objective: 1 - Liberate slaves

"Green One, this is Green Leader."

The small Anzat slid down into the pilot's seat of the Corellian freighter. The Alderaan Queen was abuzz with activity, as the ship now ferried a crew of FrontierCorps cadets and officers through hyperspace. A squadron of Liberty-class Interceptors flanked the ship in a close formation. For this mission, the boy had volunteered to lead the Coalition's Green Squadron in escorting the Interdictor into position over Zygerria.

Second to that objective, and the reason for the light freighter, was the medical supplies and food stores intended to alleviate the hardships experienced by Zygerria's slave population. A former protectorate of the Silver Jedi Order, it was sad that the planet had fallen back on the past and primitive practices of its darker years.

"Copy, Green Leader."

Reaching behind his head, the boy pulled the headset up through his mass of unkempt hair, securing the ear piece back into position. "We are live in five," the youngling announced, stretching out a hand. His arm didn't reach the hyperdrive controls, through the levers seemed to twitch as though handled by some invisible force. "Three... two... one..." the boy called over the comlink, counting down the markers from the navi-computer.

"Let's jam."

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-cXrEPNvRO8​

The oval-shaped Corellian ship, and its hawk-like starfighters, swept over the top of the planet in a high polar orbit. Using the planet's own magnetosphere to guide and direct the ship's path, the small boy expertly curved the group of starfighters back and around in a standard combat aerospace patrol maneuver as the interdictor and capital ships appeared from out of hyperspace.

No sign of any trouble.

In fact, there was every indication that trouble had already jumped out of this system. "Looks like we got all pretty for nothing," the boy announced, looking down over the sensor read-out before pulling his knees up into the pilot chair so that he could stand and lean over the console to peer from out the large, transparisteel windows into a space dominated now by Coalition vessels.

"Roger that, Green Leader. The interdictor just put up the gravity field. Go ahead and make your landing."

Flopping back down into his seat, the child reached out to begin making the adjustments to the ship's trim that would be required for atmospheric entry. "Good hunting, Green One," the boy announced, banking the ship out of formation. Angling the ship toward the planet, the boy rotated the axis as he began the calculations for the landing zone.

If taking control of the space around the planet was the easy part, separating the slaves from their masters was likely going to be met with much more resistance.

 

[Nima Tann]

Objective: Help the Slaves
Location: Enclave of Hope
Allies: [member="Callisto Scarlett"]
Post Count: 1/20

Not long after becoming a handicapped person, she always threw herself for the work since she didn't want to be useless around here, or the true word was, she didn't want to feel like one. So today, she was in Zygerria to help her fellow members of the Sanctum help the slaves that were being held here by the criminal lords. She wasn't fit for the field duty, oh how she would want to help them slay some criminal lords around, but for now, she was going to use her mental abilities to help calm down the slaves, or even try to heal one. As the shuttle landed to their destination, she extended her hood since it was pretty dangerous moving around in a slaving planet as a purple Twi'lek, and purple Twi'leks were indeed very few in the galaxy. Trying to cause no alarm, she continued moving along the streets. She could see how disgusting this planet was as she continued pretending not to care. She sighed, and tried to control herself not to interfere until arriving to the scene.

As she continued moving, this walk was indeed a long one since she didn't know the place very well, she heard a scream in the side street, once again she tried to move... But this time... she had the mistake of looking at her, so she couldn't just leave. In a quick decision change she started to move towards the men bullying her around. And soon, all the attention came towards the wheelchaired purple Twi'lek coming towards them from the shadows. At least she got the girl safe by that, even though she wasn't victorious from this little brawl the girl would have the time to escape. One of them, the brute one moved towards her with a devilish grin on his face. "And who are you supposed to be?" He asked with a mocking tone in his voice, well, it wasn't going to be that easy.

"Let the girl go." She ordered them, her tone was cold and to the point. But the men of course, were always full of themselves. "And what if we not?" The brute said, he still had that tone. Very disappointing. "In that case..." She said, extending her hand towards the brute, and reaching his mind with the Force. "Don't you think it's a bit crowded here?" She asked, then shook her hand towards his friends. "I.. do... think... it's... crowded here." With the machine-gun like rifle of his, he started to shoot them, other bullies didn't have the time to react as the events went very quickly, and in seconds, all the bullies were dead with laser-bullets all over them, except the brute one of course. "Now..." She thought, still concentrating on his mind. "Kill yourself." She said in a cold tone, she had no mercy towards the slavers since her kind was always seen as a slave to them. The brute followed the order, aimed his gun towards his head, and pulled the trigger. Bam... It was easy. She moved towards the slave-girl, her face was full of understatement now, her emotional state changed immediately as the danger got dealed with.

"T...thank you." The slave girl said. How old was she? 10-12? By the Force... "No problem. Did they hurt you?" She said, with a smile on her face. The slave girl nodded shaking and full of fear. "You are hurt too. Are you okay?" She asked, but immediately ignored by Nima. She was okay. "Do you know the "Enclave of Hope"? I was going there but got lost. We can get there and make healers look at any wounds on you, if you want" The slave girl nodded once again and then started to move with looking left and right at every turn, making sure that they weren't followed by anyone. At last, after 5 minutes of playing hide and seek they finally arrived. As she saw the place, she realized how poor was this little planet, how poor was the treatment in here. She nodded at the slave girl to go and make the doctors check up herself as seeing her being all shy like that, and her eyes wandered for any authority, then she saw a woman comforting some of the slaves, which made her go check up how she was doing, since being in a place like this she could need help.

"Hey. I am Nima Tann from the Silver Sanctum. How are we holding up?" By we, she meant the slaves, but she would understand that. Poor slaves... They didn't deserve this.

 

[Matsu Ike]

8/20

The work on the glove continued as Matsu was looking over some of the things, the testing of the healing crystals within its palm. She didn't know how it would work better but she had some plans for things and working it over without the solari wasn't the greatest way. It wouldn't be bound and made for lightsiders only should someone be careless. The rest of the reports coming into her wrist pad were on what the ranger's outside were doing before she rose up and slid the glove on her hand. The cool metal giving her a look while she was motioning to the doctors. "Alright I'll head outside, we have extra cubes should they be needed and a large supply of medicrystals you can use." They nodded while going to work and she had the reports that Cathbodua was up and heading to join Connor and company.

 

[Siobhan Kerrigan]

The Royal Box, overlooking the pod race track
[member="Emma Prinn"], [member="Valiens Nantaris"]
(5/20)


Emma was totally doing a good job with her "I'm a sexy betch, yo" act. In fact, if she appeared any more convincing maybe Siobhan would decide to invite her to her cabin and...help her out of her armour. In any case, drinks were served, slave girls played some music and fortunately no one spilled their drinks, which meant that no one got beaten.


"And then after Kaine and I had beaten the crap out of each other and thoroughly torched the forest, we left. Of course the Mandalorians lost, but not my problem. I look forward to facing him again," Siobhan finished, having spent the past couple minutes entertaining the Queen with an only slightly embellished recitation of her duel with Darth Vornskr on Walyland. Only very slightly embellished.


"Very riveting. Your strength is impressive. Perhaps you could teach me some of your skills, Lady Kerrigan. For a price of course. I reward every service well," the Queen spoke. Presumably a corrupt despot like her could find use in being to telekinetically blow up someone's lungs. It was a useful way to keep subordinates in line.


Siobhan smiled brightly. "It would be my pleasure. A small favour for a friend," her fingers strokes across the Queen's slightly furred hand before she kissed it, then she raised her goblet of wine. "A toast, to women of power and the natural order." Their goblets clinked nicely together. She had to admit that the wine was exquisite. "When will the race begin?"


"Soon, my friend. I hope you are looking forward to it. A great prize awaits the winner. I do wonder what elaborate ways the racers will come up with to cheat this time. It is always thrilling to watch," the Queen chuckled. Apparently this sort of thing was fun to her. "Power and influence are traded on these races, everyone vying for the royal favour."


"And of course I'm sure you bet on the winning horse," Siobhan said sweetly. In actuality her mind was elsewhere, for she utilised the time and tested method of telepathic long distance communication. This was very useful since it kept her phone bill down. Her first telelpathic SMS went to [member="Coci Heavenshield"]. Coci, you good to go? I think the race will start soon. Her second one went to [member="Connor Harrison"]. What's your status? I'm at the Royal Box, the view is perfect. I'll be dealing the bigwigs when the time is right. Firemane forces are moving into position. Thanks to [member="Tempest"] and Chesna, they had eyes and ears at the race track and within the slave pens, which, along with the agents of the Coalition on the ground, gave them a good idea of enemy defences. After all, it would be bad for PR if the takeover ended in a massacre of innocents. A massacre of slave lords and gang bosses, on the other hand, was something Siobhan was cool with!



Enclave of Hope,
[member="Nima Tann"]


Far away from the race track, Callisto Scarlett found that the little enclave had a visitor. Namely wheelchairbound Twi'lek, who seemed to be a Jedi, who had just brought them an escaped slave. The poor girl was still a child, yet bore the evident signs of abuse and maltreatment. Fortunately the enclave was here to help the downtrodden and provide them succour.


In any case, hearing Nima Tann speak, the HRD headed over to her. Callisto was part of a new generation of HRDs, created via entechment. Once, many years ago, she had been human. A pact with the mechanical devil had resulted in her organic essence - or soul, if you were being metaphysical and mystical - being transferred into a mechanical shell. Her mind had been reprogrammed into a droid brain. Her exterior was that human and could withstand most forms of scrutiny. To anyone except the most powerful mentalists she would register as a normal human, at least until she sustained severe damage, for then her flesh would peel away and reveal the metal that was her true nature.


Then again, HRDs were not illegal. In appearance she was tall, statuesque even, and her red hair was worn in a bob. "Reasonably well, given the circumstances. I take it you brought this girl here? Thank you. Poor dear. A doctor will see to her. We have sufficient medical supplies and room to accommodate a large number, but have some limits, especially if the population skyrockets. Alas, Zygerria is run by brutal slavers. We've had to gun down a couple when they tried to penetrate the facility," Callisto said politely, stretching out her hand. Given advances in HRD technology, it would feel normal to touch. "My apologies for forgetting my manners, I am Callisto Scarlett. You are with the Silver Jedi? Can I offer you anything?"

 

[RC 212]

6/20

Location: Large Slave pens, outside of town

Allies: All alone

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The droids had mapped the the entire shaft for her and Vassara was moving now. She walked the length of the corridor until she was right beneath the shaft. There was a few seconds where she concentrated, and held her breath. The force began to flow through her body in earnest, solidifying her strength, making her lithe an agile.

With a grunt she jumped, propelled higher than she should have been naturally. Both hands and feet shot out sideways and caught the sides of the shaft. Bracing her inside it. One by one she worked her way up the shaft, using her feet, hands and the force to jimmy into position until she was just clear of the lip. Her muscles were straining now, even with the use of the force. Her teeth bared she gripped the edge with black gloved hands and pulled herself with a mighty exhale up into the Ventilation system.

Now that she was level on her belly she sighed, pausing for a second of air. Her breathing came heavier, echoing off the steel walls. The inside was dusty and the air was stale, almost dirty, like the reek of dead corpses.

"Ugh." She said.

Then she was moving again, low crawling across the dirty floor of the ventilation ducts, gaining on the command center, inch by inch....

 

[Cathbodua]

9/20

There was a look on her face and now looking over the different patients they had been bringing in. The jedi knight was still a little stiff and getting used to it but the look from them while she was moving and holding the blue cube in one hand with the other releasing healing energies kept her going. Revitalizing her mind and body before looking out to see another cloud car of ranger's were bringing. She activated the controls in the center of the room to suspend them before she moved to another room and produced another cube for herself. "Here we go just stop moving around." There was a look from the girl while she crossed her arms but sat there getting a bandage on her arm.

 

[Matsu Ike]

10/20

Matsu was moving now and outside, the sight of the hospital while she was letting the force energies seep into the glove on her hand before she was rising up. The researchers and doctors they had here were working as she headed off towards the rest of the team. Caves that Rave had been in researching and aiding silvers long ago as well as the sith. The canyons she could see while she was moving with the saber on her hip almost humming before she was coming down to fight and she could see a small slaver transport while dropping down towards it from the sky with her attentions towards concealing herself and releasing who she could.

 

[Jsc]

A View to a Kill
w/ [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"] 4/20

Emma had retreated as far as possible from the Queen and Kerrigan. Practically leaning over the edge of the box to get a better view. Her cheeks were still scarlet with embarrassment for her earlier behavior and she desperately wanted to be anywhere else. Her bag of tools was weighing on her shoulder now and she noticed the racers below. Ugh. What a terrible Dark Mechanic she made. Hadn't even touched an engine yet. She would need to find a way down to the pits if she was going to accomplish anything at this rate.

She stood up straight and tall when a tap came to her shoulder. It was the guard from earlier. He gave a strange nod towards the back doors and his face looked grim. Emma gave one quick glace to Siobhan and instantly she knew...

It was almost time for the pew pew pew.

Prinn gulped hard and returned the nod to the soldier. As she passed, he dipped the shotgun right into her hands. She slipped it over her shoulder almost invisibly and began her retreat from the balcony. Just beyond the far doors two Firemane soldiers were busy hiding a few bodies. Prinn almost gasped until the troopers held up a single finger to remind her to be quiet. Don't want the slavers figuring out the plan until it was time to ring the opening bell.

Emma nodded and skipped over to the stairwell. She unslung her Sonic Shotgun, checked the battery, and breathed a few deep breaths. Okay. You can do this Prinn. Nice and easy. Nothing to it.

"Hey."

Ah! Gackt! Prinn almost fell down the stairs in surprise. Where did he come from!? The familiar Firemane guard frowned at her jitters,

"Hey. You're silver right? Look. We've got the upper balcony. Don't worry. But uhh... You won't want to be here when we get started. The Lady Kerrigan works fast and messy. So if you want that shirt to stay clean? You'd better skip on down to the pits when the shooting starts. Keep your head down."

"Wait. No. What about you?"

"We'll be fine. Team B has already cleared the hallways. We're just prepping for the Royal Guards and reinforcements now. ...But this is no place for a Jedi Paddy and you know it. Come on. Off you go. Find your friends."

"No. I'll stay. ...I'm ready."

The trooper frowned but hesitated. Then he grabbed the shotgun out of her hands and looked it over. Nope. Not for a rookiee. He slung it back over his shoulder as Prinn protested,

"Hey!?"

"Oh no. Nope. No scattergun for the rookie grunt. You're as like to blast me in the back as hit the other guys. Here. Stun pistol. Much better. ...That's more a Silver's style anyway. No killing."

"I'm not a rookie."

"Oh yeah? You're breathing like a rookie. And blushing like a school girl. ...Hmph. Look. If you're with Firemane on this one, then we do things Kerrigan's way. So buckle up little lady. This ain't the Jedi Temple no more. Understood."

Prinn sighed with a frown and nodded. Accepting the pistol with a snort. The trooper nodded and leveled his gun. He knew he was probably making a big mistake,

"Good. And stay behind when the shooting starts. If you die, Lady Kerrigan will have my lungs. Or worse."

Prinn looked down at the stun gun in her hands. No killing. Right.

...

Together they returned to the Queen's Box as Emma stuffed the pistol down the back of her pants. They didn't pass any slaver guards on the way back either. Just Firemane soldiers and blood swatches against the dry walls. No. Emma wasn't acting now. Now,

She was just plain scared.

 

[Zak Dymo]

Post 4 of 20
Location: Zygerrian Dawn race track
Allies: [member="Sempra the Hutt"]
Frenemies: [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"], [member="Coci Heavenshield"]
Objective: Win the podrace for the Primeval

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eU0aaq5pjnQ​

The pod racer was complete. Now, the only thing left was to move it to the starting line for the race.

Well, that wasn't the only thing left to do.

Dressed in his usual white-on-white tunic, the Pantoran looked about the crew pits of the track. Slavers and slaves shuffling about. Droids. Mechanics. The roar of engines and the whine of turbothrusters. Hot air blasted across the dusty stalls in which the various racers and their teams were preparing their craft.

Stepping up to the yellow painted pod, emblazoned with a triangular symbol representative of the Primeval, the boy braced his hands against the cold duralumin. Head bowed, he closed his eyes as he softly whispered aloud the articles of faith.

"I believe in Sargon, the Tongueless Speaker. The one who separated shadow from darkness.
I believe in Nogras, first of Sargon, the Starmaker. The light from which all other light was made.
I believe in Balagoth, second of Sargon, the Dead One. In his shadow, that which is corruptible shall be reclaimed.
I believe in Halrormalenth, third of Sargon, the Broken Creator. His voice is the evidence of things seen and unseen.
I believe in the Primeval, the Host Lord, and the words of the Prophet. I wait for the Reclamation, when the stars shall give up their dead and all things will be re-made."

Taking hold of the reverie crystal hanging around his neck, the boy held the icon to his lips briefly. Then, letting that go, pulled a small leather flask from out of his pocket. Except, rather than drink from it, the boy poured a small amount of purified water out onto the group. It was a libation. An offering to the gods. Capping the flask, as he put it away, the child's eyes moved upward as he concluded the prayer. "Balagoth, into your hands I commit this race, that your will - not mine - be the victor."

Pushing back from the pod, the boy fell quiet as he drew in a breath...

...and then jumped up into the seat of the pod racer. A quick series of levers and dials ignited the engines, the thrust powering up with a thunderous roar. Securing his helmet over his head, the boy's hearing was muffled by the noise cancellation that worked to preserve his hearing in the midst of the powerful turbines powering the racer. Gently taking hold of the throttles, the small Pantoran started easing the racer out to the starting position.

He was starting in 11th position.

Not an ideal start, but even the Primeval's money was only going to go so far with these slave lords.

 

[Connor Harrison]

The chime on his com woke him.

Connor blinked his eyes open under a canopy of overhanging trees, snapped branches and fauna. He was entagled in his chute that draped from the above mentioned branches, and his head hurt. With a groan, he pushed himself up, pulling off the helmet and holding his neck. He must have momentarily passed out with the rush of the HALO jump and a bump on the head.

Reaching down a little steadily, Connor brought it to his mouth and activated the signal, pushing the cord out the way he was sat amongst.

”This is Connor...I'm near the designated drop zone to help with the slave liberation. Anyone...anyone in the area? I could use a....never mind...”

He grunted and signed off, kneeling to untangle himself from the cord and get to his feet. He wore a black jump suit, but dropped the oxygen tank and helmet, making sure his lightsaber was fixed to his belt. That's all he needed...but he was starting to thing at times a good blaster by his side would make him feel even more safer in times of crisis. The Force and a lightsaber was GOOD, but the galaxy didn't fight fair, and sometimes you needed a little bit more punch to make a stand.

#2/20

[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"] | [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"] | [member="Callisto Scarlett"]