One-Man Mission [Thakwaa, FO Territory.]

[Caelen_Tercept]

The first thing that was heard was the quiet rustling of the grassy plains. His fathers old uniform and trench coat really helped out here, blending in. The military garrison of the FO was then placed with a timed Thermobaric charge from the back, set for a good minute thirty. Next? Was the running. He got up quickly and turned on his heel, taking off towards the city, the town, or whatever area multiple civilians were here. While running, he'd strip off his trench coat, folding it and then tying it, slinging it onto his back like a pack, the only weapon he had on him would be his dual Dl-44's. The timer would go off, before simply exploding the military Garrison, and all the troopers that may or may not have been in it. After running, he'd slow down, taking a breath, as he began to calmly walk around the town-area.

 

[Tin'tinag]

Tin'tinag at the moment was lazing around the space port, doing a few maintenance stuff on her freighter, not having a proper crew at the moment mean she had to stop regularly. Despite this it made for a good cover when stopping at planet she didn't intent to set foot on while doing mission, and gave an excuse for spending a reasonable amount of time on said planet. For this instance she had to wait for a certain person to blow up a garrison, though she had to preoccupy herself in the mean time. Finishing up her work on the ship she decided to check out the market place, she could either meet [member="Caelen_Tercept"] or find something interesting before heading off, though it would have to be quick as she heard the explosion in the distance it wouldn't be long before storm trooper tried to lock down the space ports and prevent her from leaving.

 

[RIP Carlyle Rausgeber]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VM1vU-jFivE​

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The FIV Malice, along with several escort vessels sat in a silent vigil above Thakwaa. The monstrous resurgent, a veteran of the First Order-Alliance War, now returned to its usual duty, securing space for travellers, and performing the usual checks before landing. The monotony of the work was familiar to the master of the Malice, Admiral Carlyle Rausgeber. For the last months, he'd been doing nothing but fighting pitched battles, and escorting convoys, now he had returned to what he loved.

But it wasn't to last. Something was afoot, as the Signals Officer piqued up, "Admiral, sir, we have a report from the surface." The officer began. The whole bridge froze in anticipation. The last time something like this had happened, it had lead to the bloodiest war seen by the First Order. "There's been an explosion, a local garrison building has been destroyed by a suspected terror attack."

Carlyle scowled, but knew what needed to be done. If the terrorist were to do what he suspected, it would be escape. And that is exactly what needed to be cut off, "Order the Ashira to activate it's gravity wells," Carlyle commanded, "Nothing is to get off the system," he then looked at Thakawa below, "Order all TIE's out of their hangars, and ready to provide ground support, we have no idea how big this may be."

[member="Tin'tinag"] | [member="Caelen_Tercept"]

 

[Hansen]

Thalera Isianthar
Thakwaa Orbit, FIV Ashira Bridge

Thalera sighs sharply sending a thin layer of condensation against the rebreather mask's plastoid surface, interrupted in her thoughts by her Executive Officer's voice while standing in her pair of Durasteel-plated First Imperial Governor boots. The Ashira and Thalera had made their debut in the First Order-Alliance War in the unsuccessful conquest of Skor where elements of Battlegroup Grievous engaged Galactic Alliance and Silver Jedi Naval forces. "If those are the Admiral's orders than let it be done!" Her voice snaps in its typical harshness, but as her sanguine coloured cybernetic eyes turn back to the green and blue ellipsis that is Thaakwaa heart softens somewhat with her expression. Perhaps when the Ashira returned to Val'hala the Governor would treat the crew to a lavish state-provided party. The decks hum audibly through boots; that is the sound and gentle vibration of the vessel's massive gravity wells spooling, Thalera now gives another order. "Target the escape angles for Thaakwaa's atmosphere with our gravity wells and spool all tractor beams. Have our boarding parties placed on Standby." Thalera's posture straightens, folding hands behind back before pivoting over right-shoulder and stomping aggressively towards the holo-table towards the bridge's rear where the Executive Officer coordinates with the Bridge weapons and fire control officer.

[member="Carlyle Rausgeber"] [member="Tin'tinag"] [member="Caelen_Tercept"]

 

[Preliat Mantis]

Preliat stood in the customary fatigues of the Clone Army of the First Order, his polarized sunglasses casting a reflection on the young officer standing in front of Preliat. Normally, Imperial types were sufficiently polite, standing with their hands behind their back. But given the situation- and how lowly Preliat was looked upon by most of the First Order military, the man stood with his arms crossed and bladed adjacent to Preliat.

Preliat reached up and removed the sunglasses, turning to look back at the grassy plains, then to the scene before him. The thermobaric charge did it's work. He turned to the young officer, speaking quietly. "How many?"The young man's solemn face looked back at the Wolf.

"So far? 34 accounted for as KIA. But that's a rough estimate."

Preliat rolled his shoulders, looking to the ongoing rescue effort. He had a contigent of clones training here, personally overseen by himself. He feared the worst that all 14 of them were gone. He turned to look back at the wreckage, the frantic effort to find survivors, and treat the wounded, cast a scene straight out of a horror film. Preliat blinked. Just like the Dark Harvest. Just like the encroaching blackness that spewed from- he shook his head, as the officer beside him stared at him. Preliat was then aware he was shaking.

He marched towards a rescue crew, grabbing a hardhat and a flashlight. He was going to help find his boys, and anyone else he could.

 

[Tobias Wrynn]

"FO-427, do you copy?"

The strange, distance sound of a voice reverberated in his mind as light filtered into the transport from outside. He nodded once, groggily. The drugs had only just started to wear off, and words making sense. His processing was only several days prior, and his brain still hurt when he tried to remember anything about himself.

All he knew was his name: First Order Stormtrooper 427. Specialist.

"427," the voice called again. "A terrorist operation has been carried out at a nearby garrison. Several are dead, several more injured. The damage is not fully reported." He listened dutifully, but still felt detached from the news.

Dead? He knew that word once. Something about it stung. He felt a pain in his heart, but nothing else. Did that mean he was alive?

"427," the voice repeated. His blackened visor fixed on the blurry face, and as it came into focus, he did not recognize the Imperial Officer. All he knew was that this person was briefing him, and he was about to receive orders. "The First Order does not respond to terrorists with kindness. In defense of peace, prosperity, and the people, you are hereby tasked with the responsibility of elimination of all hostile targets."

"Yes sir," came the quick, somehow concise response.

He slung the Sniper Rifle over his shoulder and shouldered his EE-11 carbine. Kitted in Recon Stormtrooper armor, his augmented eye fed him a live feed of the current situation on Thakwaa, and First Imperial records of all security bled into his field of vision.

Facial recognition scans sought the terrorists who would soon be his prey, and he stepped out of the LAAT with one last, deep breath.

"One shot," he recited, "one kill."

 

[Tin'tinag]

Time was getting away and by now she had gathered that the First Order would have responded accordingly to the attack, looking up she was LAAT transport ship heading towards the garrison to drop of troop and recover survivors. "Seems like we have brought more onto our plate then we had hoped", for now shed jus stay calm and act casually, technically speaking she had done nothing wrong and as long as [member="Caelen_Tercept"] wasn't captured shed be able to get off world once the ordeal blow's over. It was probably a good thing their relationship was come and go, it mean that she shouldn't be traced to him or vice versa, the only reason she was here was because of a message she had received a few hours earlier detailing that he needed a pick up. For now the crowd of confused citizens would work as a cover since browsing the store wouldn't be a viable option. "they seem to be pulling out all the stock's on this, seems a little over kill but then again there might be more to this, hmmmmm". She had an odd feeling that Caelens action might have sparked something bigger.

[member="Tobias Wrynn"][member="Preliat Mantis"][member="Thalera Isianthar"][member="Carlyle Rausgeber"]

 

[Kyrel Ren]

Kyrel has accompanied the Stormtrooper known as [member="Tobias Wrynn"] aboard the LAAT, raw anger was filling him up, as he had not experienced any enemies since the Battle of Hoth, and so was looking forward to hunting down the First Order's enemies. He clutched his lightsaber hilt in excitement, and as he reached through the Force, he could feel someone strong in the Force, it would be a pity if they had to die if they would not be willing to serve the Ren at least.

He heard the chatter of Wynn's comm as he had his own, and that was to deal with the Force Sensitive, or if not then the terrorist. Such rebels would be hunted down and killed. The LAAT touched down and Kyrel walked off as soon as the door opened, he would be confident there would be no escape for them. Interdictor Star Destroyers around the planet's orbit prevented any craft from jumping to Hyperspace, leaving the Rebels with only two choices, surrender or die.

He started walking in the direction of the Force Sensitive, letting only the Force guide him if he was lucky he would make it to her first, and convince her to join the Ren, and if that didn't work he would eliminate her. He was also not worried of the Sniper as long as he didn't take a shot at a Ren, then they both had more or less the same goal. For now, this was open season and it looks like Terrorist was the game to be hunted here.

[member="Preliat Mantis"] [member="Thalera Isianthar"] [member="Carlyle Rausgeber"] [member="Tin'tinag"] [member="Caelen_Tercept"]

 

[Tin'tinag]

As the LAAT landed she felt something through the force, having not official training it was hard to know what it meant, "whats this feeling, its dark and angry, this can't be goo". She looked around form were ever this feeling was coming from but it seemed as though a blanked was cost over the area, not matter which direction she scenes to darkness enveloping her, the man from which it was radiating from getting closer. She quickly typed a message to [member="Caelen_Tercept"] over her com link 'stay hidden, force user after me, done follow'. After that she destroying it smashing the pieces into unrecognizable scarp before discarding them in several direction, "gotta try and make a break for it". She made a stealth exit form the main area taking a back ally route in an attempt to lose who ever was trying to follow her, "Ive got a really bad feeling about this".

[member="Kyrel Ren"]

 

[Caelen_Tercept]

Caelens voice ringed in Tin'tinags head quietly, a lekku communication. It had only one word. "Low." This could mean plenty of things, but mostly right now, it meant staying low. Either way, Tercept walked into a public bathroom, and into one of the stalls, quickly changing the endor rebel outfit inside out, so it would give off the look of a normal civilians clothing. The walked out, placing the Dl-44's in his pants, and exited out of the bathroom, glancing about for his friend. Once he clearly couldn't see them, he simply began to peru and walk, yawning to himself. He filled his mind with thoughts of his 'wife' and 'children' on Tatoonie quietly to himself, heading for the space port. He had his lekku send a signal, one word once again, "Leave." Meanwhile, he had his own way of getting out. Buying what seemed to be a drink, he'd head out towards the space port with a smaller crowd of Civilians, looking confused and scared, he tried to act out paranoia, glancing about quietly, and slightly cowering.
[member="Tin'tinag"]

 

[Tobias Wrynn]

Stormtroopers had flooded the area and systematically halted all traffic in and out. Armed checkpoints rapidly cropped up in every zone immediately surrounding the attack, and scanner crews were brought in to check all non-militant personnel for contraband, as weaponry not sanctioned under First Order law for use by civilians was illegal in the territory.

In short, if you were carrying, they would know. Quickly.

"Lockdown protocols have been enstated across the system," the comms blared in Wrynn's ear as he strode into the area with his weapon at the ready. His advanced HUD systems picked through civilian targets for any irregularities, thermal scans seeking anything out of the ordinary. With a large concentration of bystanders, it would be difficult to pick one out by heat sig, but they had plenty of time.

The attacker probably knew better than to break and run at this point- there was nowhere to go, and anyone who tried to run would get gunned down without an eye batted. The First Order reacted quickly, efficiently, and with lethal force in response to any threat to peace. These fugitives from the law would be dealt with indiscriminately.

"Comb the civilians for any sign of hostility," came the next order, "and pacify it immediately."

All avenues of escape were quickly closing, and the only major gates in and out of the area were heavily guarded now. In addition, flights on to and off of world were shut down until the situation passed.

[member="Caelen_Tercept"], [member="Tin'tinag"]

 

[Ra'a'mah]

Sulen Dewan, trained many years ago in the old art of battle knew what to do. Apprehend the now fugitive that had destroyed, killed and wounded many of the First Order. While off duty at the time of the explosion, she had not been present on the base when it happened. Returning from the town though, she witnessed a male twi'lek fleeing from the scene.

Knowing what to do, Sulen made a call through her communicator to her commanding officer. He would appreciate the additional information she could provide. As well as pass it on to those at the town and spaceport.

"Male, Twi'lek, blue skin, early 20s. Appears to be 6' and around 180 lbs. Seen fleeing from the scene of the explosion. In pursuit now. I can not see if he has any additional weapons. Sulen Dewan out."

She fell into a comfortable running pace and was able to maintain a constant visual contact with her target. He appeared to be so lost in escaping, he probably didn't notice her. Following him into the town as he appeared to try and melt in with the confused crowd, Sulen maintained her distance. He walked into a building which Sulen passed on this information as well. He didn't stay long though and when he emerged, his clothes were different or inside out. It mattered not to her.

He again tried to blend in with the crowd, but Sulen knew what he looked like. Before he could reach the spaceport though and his potential avenue of escape, Sulen needed to stop him. Pulling out her DH-17 blaster, she took careful aim and fired a single shot off. The shot was aimed to hit just next to him. Apprehend first, kill if there was no other alternative. Of course, Sulen would rather have just killed the alien, but times had changed and due process was different.

[member="Caelen_Tercept"]

 

[Tin'tinag]

The lock-down was now in full swing, but that was not of her concern, even if she was caught there was nothing linking her to the attack, the real problem was the dark-force user chasing her, she was confident in her abilities to fight but with the lock-down even if she did manage to get away it would only be a matter of time until he got back on the trail. "sometimes these force power are a curse, when i get my hand on him ill ring his neck out".

She tried to remain calm as the dark force loomed ever closer, it seemed that not matter what she didn't they were able to ind her, "I should have really leaned how to control this". Looking out the ally way she saw a main check point, she could risk jumping over it using her force powers but she knew the ships would most likely be guarded, and even if she got off world there would be interdiction class Star-destoryers to prevent light speed, and it would be to risking making it to the other side of the planet to try a blind jump, or would it?

[member="Kyrel Ren"]

 

[Kyrel Ren]

Kyrel kept walking through the tall grass, before reaching the town square with each step he loomed even closer. The Force sensitive clearly, had little to no training in his or her abilities, which made tracking all the more easy for him, with each step he could track and know his target's moves. For him the thrill of the chase was all the more fun then meeting up with the target, and looked forward to what will transpire when he reached his target indeed if he could not turn the Force Sensitive than eliminating a pest was all the more thrilling.

He had a feeling and tapped into his comlink as the commander spoke to him. "Yes Sir who is this?" Kyrel then spoke his voice sounded cold through the enunciator of his mask. "Lock down all checkpoints. Make sure no one get's in or out, and establish more men. I have a feeling my quarry will use any means to escape." The trooper responded, "Yes Sir." Kyrel wasn't sure if he was right or not, but he had to take all the necessary precautions.

He kept walking, letting the Force still guide him to his prey and kept walking towards the checkpoint. He then momentarily stopped as if this wasn't the right way to go to, and had walked down to see an ally way, and much to his luck he could see what looked to be Twi'lek still reaching out with the Force, he had learned she was his target. Grinning underneath his mask, he activated his crimson blade with a snap hiss. "Greetings I am Kyrel Ren, and I am afraid this is where the path ends for you, I suggest you come with more, or I am afraid the consequences will be most severe." He said his voice all seriousness but held a hint of sick amusement hidden within the tone of the enunciator, as he moved in slowly to cut her off.

[member="Tin'tinag"] [member="Sulen Dewan"] [member="Tobias Wrynn"] [member="Caelen_Tercept"] [member="Preliat Mantis"] [member="Thalera Isianthar"] [member="Carlyle Rausgeber"]

 

[Tin'tinag]

Looking out the ally way a bit more It seemed that the checkpoint had doubled their security, either they knew their target was in the area or someone had alerted them to her nearby presence, but who. She cringed at the hooded man came into her view, if he was here that meant escape was pretty much impossible, when the man approached with his blade, "what do you want with me, I haven't done anything wrong".

Talking her way out of it seemed to be useless, though if she gave herself in maybe [member="Caelen_Tercept"] would be able to hide out enough for the man hunt to finish, slowly she reached for her belt were her electro staff and other equipment was kept. She wans't just about to let this guy take her away without a fight, she might not be a strong force user but she still had several tricks up her sleeve. She used her Lekku to send one last message yo Caelen 'hide'.

This might be her last moments alive, the immense darkness coming from the man was overwhelming, and it didn't take a genius to figure out he was enjoying every minute of it. Gulping she prepared herself for whatever attack would be thrown at her, 'at least ill die doing what I like best'

[member="Kyrel Ren"]

 

[Caelen_Tercept]

As the shot landed next to him, his mind whipped around, sooner or later seeing the trooper that found him, and then Tin'tinag. He sighed, and bolted for the twi'lek in danger, slipping off the packaged trench coat and putting it on. His min was trained in Teras Kasi, taking slow breaths he unzipped a zipper on his inner thigh, removing the Dl-44 and taking aim from behind the sith, firing off a charged shot straight at his inner right thigh, aiming to hit, before immediately after jumping to roll around to the right, still far from the distance of the mans saber.

[member="Tin'tinag"]
[member="Kyrel Ren"]
[member="Sulen Dewan"]

 

[Tobias Wrynn]

"Target identified," Wrynn murmured as he lifted his EE-11 and took a slow breath. The crosshairs came to rest on the insurgent's back as he rushed toward the Knight of Ren and charged, then discharged his firearm. "Confirmed as armed, dangerous. Pacifying now."

He fingered the trigger with an expulsion of breath that centered the weapon on target and unleashed a controlled burst of plasma toward the Twi'lek who had disrupted order and taken innocent lives.

One for the center of his back, the next slightly higher along the spine, and the third a blast at the base of his skull.

"Acknowledged, 427. You are fully authorized to use lethal force."

[member="Caelen_Tercept"]

 

[Caelen_Tercept]

Thankfully, every shot missed, due to the Twi'lek rolling off as he was fighting the sith. He did however, hear the shots. He'd look up, stepping to the left, pegging the man off, before going ahead and beginning to move irregularly, removing the cone hat...Thing, I forget what they're called, that rebels sometimes wore, and slipped it on. (Since I'm kind of waiting for the other two to respond, pause here?)
[member="Tobias Wrynn"]

 

[Ra'a'mah]

Seeing the twi'lek continuing to run after her blaster shot missed on purpose, Sulen picked up the pace in her and pursued him faster. A sniper had been set up and based off the physical description she had given, had the alien in his sights. He took three shots which the slime ball evaded. The suspect then fired off his own shot at the sniper.

Setting her blaster to stun, Sulen fired off three shots of her own. One at her target, another left and to the right. Keeping her gun leveled at him, she approached at a speedy pace to the scene in front of her.

Two twi'leks engaged in a battle with a Knight of Ren. Not giving her ally any more than a brief nod, she coldly looked at the two fugitives, her blaster aimed steady at the male.

[member="Caelen_Tercept"] [member="Tin'tinag"] [member="Kyrel Ren"] [member="Tobias Wrynn"]

 

[Preliat Mantis]

Thermobaric charges. Charred bodies.

None of his men survived. Preliat collapsed to his knees. He was hurt. He screamed in anguish. Nothing mortal should've made the sound that Preliat made. It caused many of the workers to look over. He cradled a dead survivor, still clad in his armor. His skin was charred, armor burnt and failing to protect him from the overwhelming heat and fire. He probably didn't understand what happened, only a loud noise and a flash.

At least, Preliat hoped.

Preliat's hands were stained with charred flesh and ash. Workers came to pull him of the body. Preliat suffered his own wounds, superficial at best due to his distance from the blast. He wanted to appear strong, but he couldn't now. He was done pretending. It was quite alright to be hurt right now- and soon, Preliat would have his revenge. The First Order had his loyalty before because of the clones. Now, they had it because of vengenance.