One-Man Mission [Thakwaa, FO Territory.]

[Kyrel Ren]

He looked at her with interest underneath the mask he wore. He could feel the fear coming off of her, and he reveled in it. It was something that fueled his power, just exactly as he was doing right now, and so looked at the young Twi'lek female with an interest, he lowered his saber and then started to speak his voice speaking in a tone that held venom. "I have come here to give you an opportunity. Other than death of course. I am a Knight of Ren, and I believe someone of your talents could be most useful in the First Order. Now make your choice quickly, or else you die."

He said giving his ultimatum, he waited for her to speak. If he was in her position he would gladly take the opportunity, but not all beings were like him, and so waited silently and patiently for an answer, then a tremor in the Force spoke to him, he angled his saber to behind him blocking a blaster shot with his saber, as his enhanced ear drums can pick a person who was going to the corner of the entrance of the alley way.

Tired of these games, he decided to set an example and rushed towards the woman with one swift falling avalanche strike, he cut the electrostaff she wielded in half, and then with aid from the Force moved to cut her right lekku off. As soon as he was certain the deed was done, he spoke his voice was booming. "Interfere and your friend loses more than a Lekku. I suggest you surrender, and at least then you won't die. Not yet anyway.

[member="Preliat Mantis"] [member="Sulen Dewan"] [member="Caelen_Tercept"] [member="Tobias Wrynn"] [member="Tin'tinag"]

 

[Tin'tinag]

The dark power emanated by the man became stronger and stronger as time seemed to tick by, she weighed her opinions on his request, it would provide a way out of this situation without much repercussion and the chance to train her force powers was inviting, On the other hand, becoming a follower to Ren would mean giving up her free will and other things. She shook her head mentally, no this was not worth dying over, her life was still in its prime, taking up on this offer was the only real chance of survival.

Before she could utter a response the man rushed deflected a blaster shot coming from behind him, 'hu, what's is that idiot thinking', distracted she was not able to see the man rush forward slicing her staff into before she could make a move. In the next second her right Lekku burned with extreme pain as a slice was made into it by the mans saber, leaving a deep visible gash on the side. She clenched her teeth due to the pain, falling down writhing on ground as she held onto it. Looking up at the man as he pointed the saber down threatening to do more as Calean dogged some blaster bolts, through the suffering she managed to utter a few words in a voice defeat, "you win, ill do what you ask".

She looked at the man's mask, filled with fear as to what he would do next, she felt a bit sorry for Calean but dismissed it, they both knew what they were getting into with this type of life. Besides the galaxy was a survival of the fittest, living by herself most of her life she lived by that rule everyday, back stabbing your friends to make it out alive was always an option in her books.

[member="Kyrel Ren"]

 

[Caelen_Tercept]

He'd press his transmitter, signaling for help. "I know you said not to call you if you're busy, but I need help. Now. Please." As he turned it of, and as Kyrel went to strike, so did he, aiming another shot right at his back, and then going to slide down to drop kick his lower back, during this both blasters would fire off charged shots, one going towards his left calf, the other firing off towards his middle back. After this, he'd go to roll away, hopefully not getting struck by much.
[member="Kyrel Ren"]
[member="Darci Hopps"]

 

[Tobias Wrynn]

Wrynn watched in utter disbelief as not one, but all of his shots apparently missed their mark. It would not happen a second time. As he raised the weapon again while the Twi'lek fought the Ren, he noticed the terrorist lifted a communicator to radio for help.

All the good that would do him, with Communications heavily surveiled and the air traffic all but halted on to and off the world. If he did happen to have friends somewhere on the world, then they would have to deal with Anti-aircraft fire and heavy Stormtrooper resistance. It seemed that the terrorists had come thinking they would be able to walk out without any consequence.

They thought wrong.

Tobias fingered the trigger again and loosed a steady stream of blaster fire, all trained on the Twi'lek as he scrambled and fired off shots at the enigmatic Force Adept.

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[Eugen Aker]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=E9sArjYI8xk​

He'd press his transmitter, signaling for help. "I know you said not to call you if you're busy, but I need help. Now. Please."

Shortly after the broadcast of the subspace transmission, a single light YT freighter reverted into the system from open space between Thakwaa and Lothal, precisely into one of the gravity wells generated by the First Order interdictor on the scene. In time, more ships would come to join it within the gravity well, all innocent victims. There would be much grumbling among some of the affected, but there wasn't a whole lot to do when you were face to face with a line of warships.

No complaints from the crew of the YT freighter, though. All of whom were pilot droids diligently carrying out the tasking of their master, scanning the active formations of FO ships, then relaying their findings.

Many big ships, just as Darci had hoped. Caelan, the foolish Rebel he was, had been set up for failure. Against the nearly omniscient presence of the First Order Military and FOSB, he had a slim chance of success and an ever slimmer one at surviving. The fact he was still alive was an achievement in itself.

For a moment, the Sith Lord considered leaving him for dead as she reaped the rewards of the racket he had stirred up, but then she thought better of it and decided to use the opportunity to raise her credibility within the growing resistance movement in the region. Nothing instilled loyalty and admiration like a good rescue op.

Caelan's transmitter would buzz to life once more, signaling that help was on the way. Now there was just the matter of him surviving long enough to receive it.

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

 

[RIP Carlyle Rausgeber]

The FIV Malice continued to shepherd the oncoming traffic, holding it in position away from the planet. The Signals Officer was consistently relaying the same message to the vessels that had been dragged out of lightspeed by the FIV Ashira, much to the chagrin of travellers and tradespeople. The woman in charge of communications scowled as another vessel, a YT-model freighter had arrived on the scene.

"Model YT Freighter, you have arrived at Thakawa," The officer drawled in a bored tone, "Currently, a military operation is under way on the system. Due to this, all traffic is to hold this current holding planet, any attempt to circumvent this, and your ship will be boarded and your crew arrested." The Signals Officer paused, "Please await the all clear signal to proceed."

Carlyle watched the growing group of traders with a frown, "Keep this position here, and have all fighters deployed." Carlyle commanded, "Once this situation clears up, I want traffic moving, understood?" The Admiral asked, as four anti-fighter corvettes moved past his viewport, "But in an orderly manner, if anything crashes, that's on us."

[member="Darci Hopps"]

 

[LT-137]

FIV Nolantia - Currently Holding Station on the Edge of the System - Near the Lothal Translation Point.

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The thing about communications was, when they were jammed - it was almost impossible for them to break through the nigh-impenetrable wall of ‘white noise’ that dominated the various channels. So, when the poor soul that had jumped feet first into a boiling pot of water had made an attempt to call for help - his cries for aid had gone unanswered. That was until a starship had dropped out of hyperspace and had plotted a course for the planet of Thakwaa, a beautiful orb wistfully spinning in the distance. The timing was impeccable, and couldn’t be a coincidence. Clearly, there was another level of communications at work that hadn’t been blocked by the jamming - meaning that while the preliminary scans had picked up a large concentration of electromagnetic activity within the freighter - there was little doubt in the Imperial’s minds that this craft had come to aid the planetside insurgents.

When it had come to the registered traffic that would be eventually passing through Imperial controlled space, they would be redirected via exterior system communications hubs that were alerted to the activation of gravity wells within the Thakwaa system. Yes, there would be some discontent and murmurs of curiosity - but ultimately they would understand. This was for their safety. All that would be lost would be a moment of their time. That was acceptable considering the vastly inappropriate alternative. The First Order had blood on its hands from their actions at Skor; they couldn’t afford to fall down the spiraling route that their enemies had taken. They wouldn’t stoop to such despicable levels, not when their government’s stance had been bringing the law of order back to the lawless stars.

With the out of system traffic contained, the Imperials had begun working with the vessels that were trapped in-system by the FIV Ashira. As that was out of his hands, the Senior Captain of the Nolantia found himself bored with the idea of staring at the bespeckled canvas, with no visible threats in range. He tore his hawkish gaze away from the forward viewports and turned towards the polished command trench behind his person. With an authoritative stare falling on the enlisted crewman manning the Fighter command terminal.

“Inform our guests that they’re to proceed with Operation Spectre. I want them in the black as soon as they are flight ready.” The man offered a crisp salute in return, before setting about his work.

As his orders were given, Achim slowly began to pace towards his tactical command table with an omnipresent grin peeling his lips apart.​

“Our first catch of the day…”​

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| [member="Carlyle Rausgeber"] | [member="Darci Hopps"] |​

 

[Hansen]

Thalera Isianthar
Thakwaa Orbit, FIV Ashira Bridge

Thalera watches with a distinct sense of satisfaction with the several commerce freighters being steadily pulled from Hyperspace, she thought it suspicious they were exiting Hyperspace close enough to be affected. "Keep all boarding teams on standby in our ventral hanger. Scramble our pilots and have them prepare for take-off." Activating her Huginn biocomms network cylinder on her stone grey tunic. "Elrendar, take a platoon from the 26th and have them on stand-by to board." Thalera waits for only moment before receiving a response that provides the Eldorai woman a faint smile.

"Already there, we're just waiting for a freighter." Elrendar answers dryly, holding a Z-6 Rotary Blaster Cannon in his hands clad in the powered exoskeleton Eldorai soldiers of the First Order were known for wearing. Just the sight of it was often enough to kowtow a rowdy crows into submission. Standing in a single-file behind Elrendar is twelve similarly armed Eldorai Troopers who look down on the Stormtroopers around them from a most haughty perch, these children might have been trained all of their lives. But the Eldorai troopers knew they'd been fighting since before these white-armoured Stormtroopers were born.

Thalera's eyes return to the Holographic display projected beneath her gaze by the table, watching the civilian ships steadily gather close to the First Order's increasing number of Warships. First Imperial justice was swift and brutal not indolent and gentle like that seen in the Republic or Galactic Alliance Thalera thought. "Initiate a scan of each ship and request shipping manifests, if any contradictions show up. Tractor beam the ship in question into the hanger for inspection, I don't want any contraband or unlawfully possessed equipment making it to the planet's surface." Thalera watches the executive officer offer up a nod, acknowledging the esteemed Governor's orders.

[member="Achim Veers"] [member="Carlyle Rausgeber"] [member="Darci Hopps"] [member="Tobias Wrynn"] [member="Kyrel Ren"] @Tin'tinag [member="Caelen_Tercept"] [member="Preliat Mantis"]

 

[Madelyn Lowe]

Location: In orbit over Thakwaa
Objective: Gather intelligence
Post: 1

The Fortan II heavy corvette known as The Avenger sat, silent, in the shadow of Thakwaa. Inside, the cryptolinguistucs lab a specialized crew sat around a small table, overcrowded with radio equipment. This was the secret to the First Order's omniscience, a convoluted network of escort and support ships tasked with decoding the secrets of their enemies. The radio crackled to life, an encrypted message. A useless string of numbers and letters, likely translated into some dead language. This was nothing new to the crew, however, and within minutes the message was clear.

Flight Officer Emilia Ravel sat in her chair on the bridge, a hand resting lazily on the yoke. She cocked her head as she listened to the message that had been sent up to her from the lab, then, in a well practiced motion she dialed her radio to a private frequency, usually reserved by a series of random beeps and static, and sent her transmission.

"[Avenger-Malice]
Admiral Rausgeber sir, The Avenger has intercepted a message from the surface, we believe it to be transmission from one of the insurgents in the surface. What's more, it appears that this individual was able to penetrate our signal jammers, and the message reached whomever it was going out to. It appears ther person responsible for this attack is using sophisticated communications equipment, likely top-of-the-line. Our crew is currently working to triangulate their position by remotely accessing the communications equipment aboard your ship, as well as the FIV Ashira and FIV Nolantia. We should be able to pin-point their position within a square kilometer or less. I'll transmit the coordinates once the process is complete, over."

Emilia leaned back, watching the display as the red circle marking the transmission's origin grew smaller and smaller, until it reached a point so small that a few shots from a corvette like her own could rid it of all life. "Bingo," she whispered, smiling. The game of cat and mouse had begun.

[member="Achim Veers"] [member="Thalera Isianthar"] [member="Carlyle Rausgeber"]