Faction Once Upon a Time | Rebels

Cord Starfall · Jun 16, 2026

Ria Misrani |

Lucan Mecetti |

Alison Sky |

Michael Angellus |

Wedge Draav |

Sol Stazi | Malrec Dain

Cord moved through the jungle; her heavy armor did not really give her much in the form of silence for her movement. Yet the green color in her armor and long coat did obscure her somewhat visually. As she moved towards the signal she occasionally she would look down at the data pad on her wrists. Droids aboard her ship were relaying information to it, as she saw a stream of information hitting the data pad, she let out a sigh.

The skies were getting full and it would seem nearby Imperials were now alerted. She reached down and hit a button on her datapad to hear the broadcast they had sent out. Yet the first thing she heard was the jedi

Lucan Mecetti broadcasting his approach.

It caused Cord to stop, in her tracks and hunker down for a moment. She would have adjust her approach if a Jedi was involved in whatever this was. It wasn't that she had an issue with jedi more that they often took issue with her. More the fact she wore the armor of a sith and caried archaic sith swords as her preferred weapons. Then there was the mask on that covered her face made of amethyst and silver with gold sith writing etched on the face of the thousands of sins Cord had committed.

Her penance, for the wrongs she had committed long before she was able to make her own free choices in life. Still, it wasn't something that could easily be explained to a jedi or those aligned with them.

As she sat there trying to decide whether this little adventure was worth continuing or if she should just head back to her ship another broadcast came across the channels. This one was Imperial.

Malrec Dain said:
"Attention Borleias System, this is Commander Malrec Dain of Enforcement Group 77. Be advised that vessels in this system are subject to search and seizure under Imperial Decree 48-Aurek-64. Power down your engines immediately, make yourselves known, or suffer the consequences."

"Fraking, hell!" She muttered aloud to herself. There was no just going back to her ship now and leaving this system. She was trapped here with at least one jedi, alliance remnants, and Imperials that were probably going to duke it out.

Against her better Judgment she pushed forward through the jungle towards the signal. Soon, coming to the sight of an old decrepit bunker. She could sense figures inside as she approached. The Bunker seemed dead, long dead by the tree and plant growth around it. Why would they come here she had to wonder, there couldn't be anything here worth taking unless they were drawn in. A trap perhaps?

Cord just decided to hunker down outside the bunker for now, laying low in some foliage. Just watching the bunker from her position. As long as she stayed still her armor wouldn't make a sound and the green coloring of her clothing would give her cover. Not to mention the lining of her jacket gave her protection from mechanical means of visual detection. She would just watch and wait for now, see if anyone else would arrive.

Aderyn Acair · Jun 20, 2026

Five blaster barrels swung in unison toward the slicer, fixing her in their crosshairs.

Aderyn's was the first to point away -- toward the ceiling, in fact. "Stand down," she muttered to the soldiers with her, who followed suit. She fixed

Ria Misrani with a skeptical look. "The signal we've been chasing is a SELCORE supply beacon relay." She moved toward Ria, holstering her blaster and showing her hands. "Take it easy, Ria-who-slices-things, I'm not up to anything funny." She moved past Ria to study the crates. They were SELCORE crates, to be certain, but they looked slightly worse for the wear.

"The circumstances are... unusual," Aderyn admitted. "The beacon isn't supposed to go off unless it's already been pinged by a search. It's meant to help locate lost supplies. It shouldn't activate on its own." She raised an arm to blot a trickle of sweat from her hairline as her pulse began to hammer. "Which means -- fuck -- it means the beacon has been rigged to go off. We've been -- "

Her comlink squawked with alarm as Kloris' anxious voice came through: "Senator -- Imperial forces have entered the system and they are inbound on your position. Get out of there now."

The fear was palpable in Aderyn's eyes as they widened. She tucked her earpiece into her ear and listened as other sounds funneled through -- a highly officious Imperial identifying himself as Malrec Dain and

Wedge Draav announcing his attention to engage them, plus more that she didn't catch. She recognized the latter -- Draav had been a high-flying hero in the Alliance before his professional downfall. Aderyn hoped he hadn't let his skills grow soft.

"Is there anyone who isn't in the Pyria System by now?" Aderyn sighed. She turned her attention back to Ria. "I'm Aderyn. What do you know about this signal? What can we hope to find out from slicing? I'm assuming you are about as interested in Imperial entanglement as we are. Is it going to be worth the risk to stay?"

Sol Stazi |

Wedge Draav |

Ria Misrani · Jun 20, 2026

Five blasters had a way of focusing the mind. Ria didn't flinch, flinching got you shot, but she filed every barrel's position out of habit, the way she filed everything, and only let her shoulders drop when the senator waved them off.

Ria-who-slices-things. She'd been called worse. By better.

"Take it easy yourself," she said, a little too casually. "I came in on the part where nobody was shooting. I'd like to stay on that part."

But she was already turning back to the relay, because the senator's words had landed somewhere under her ribs and she didn't care for the shape of them. Rigged to go off. Her fingers moved faster now, peeling back layers of a system she'd known in another life, and what she found there made her go very still.

"You're right," she said quietly. "It didn't wake up on its own." The cipher unspooled, and there it was, ugly and deliberate. "Somebody reached in and told it to start screaming. Recently. This isn't an old beacon nobody switched off, it's bait, and it's fresh." She'd seen this trick before, on the other side of it, in the bad years. You took something people trusted, a relief frequency, a refugee channel, a call for help, and you turned it into a hook. The cruelty of it was almost familiar. SELCORE had spent its whole existence saying we're here, come to us, you're safe now. Somebody had weaponized exactly that.

Then Klonis' voice crackled through, Imperial forces, inbound, get out now, and Ria exhaled through her nose, unsurprised. Of course. That was the other half of every hook.

She didn't stand. She kept working, fingers flying, because the question wasn't should we run, the answer to that was obviously yes, the question was how much could she steal on the way out.

"Here's what you've got," she said, fast and flat, the way Jorus used to brief her when the floor was already falling out from under them. "The beacon's a trap, the trap's sprung, and the people who set it are about to walk through that door. So we don't stay. But ..." her hand closed over a data spike and drove it home into the relay's guts, the little light blinking from red to amber as it began to pull "... whoever rigged this had to touch it to do it. Their access codes, their timestamp, their routing, it's all still in here, like fingerprints on a windowpane. Give me ninety seconds and I walk out with the name of whoever decided to use a refugee beacon as a snare." A moment passed, then two. "And then I would very much like to never see this bunker again."

The relay chimed. Eighty-nine seconds.

The blonde haired slicer glanced up at the senator, at the fear in her eyes, the sweat at her hairline, the spine she was keeping straight anyway, and felt something she'd been carefully not feeling since she heard that frequency from the edge of the system.

"You asked if it's worth the risk to stay," she responded plainly. "It's not. Nothing in here is worth dying in a hole, with Imperials at the doorstep." The words fell out at an uneven pace, Ria worked to maintain composure. "But the data's worth the ninety seconds. So get your people moving toward the door, Senator, and let me finish robbing a dead man's mailbox. I'll be right behind you."

She bent back to the relay. Eighty seconds.

Aderyn Acair |

Cord Starfall |

Michael Angellus |

Wedge Draav |

Admiral Gym Halpern |

Lucan Mecetti