Operation Rebirth | The Rebellion's Rebellion of Jaminere (Hex AK-24)

[Kirie]

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Location: Sewer system below the Capitol Building
Objective: Infiltrate
Aliies: Rebels - [member="Atlas Viridian"] | [member="Icarus Volcata"] | [member="Kira Vaal"]
Enemies: The Sith Empire
Equipment: DC-15s carbine, Bondar Saber, 3x sonic grenade.

Navigating the network of sewer tunnels via a holo-projected map on a wrist datapad, the small group moved through an increasingly elaborate and cramped labarynth of corridors. After a few minutes, they walked in a single file line, military boots kicking up small splashes of goop from the shallow pools that sat stagnant in the pits of the stained concrete floor, slick with a foul-smelling slime that threatened to topple their balance should they take a wrong step.

A sense of claustrophobia began to overtake her. The roof was low enough that the taller of their group had to duck their heads to avoid rusted pipes that jutted haphazardly from the ceiling. She tried to steady her breathing, running a hand along the rough stone as she walked. Her eyes were ahead, locked to the neck of the soldier in front. Her nerve would hold. It was a force of will, but she would not be the weakest link. She had to be brave. Had to be stronger than she ever had before.

The interminable stalk through the sodden tunnels came to an end with a heavy metal door: one noticeably different from its surroundings. Kirie wasn't sure whether she was relieved to be getting out of the stink or terrified that they were now actually breaking into a sith complex. The portal was made of some sort of tough alloy, one that wouldn't corrode even after years of service. It was locked tight, with naught but a small touch pad to indicate its function. That would not work for them. None of their biometrics matched those of a recognised employee. Yes, they could hack it, but that would take time they didn't have. Instead, they'd developed a more brute-force approach.

Raising her arm, Kirie dialed a frequency on her holocommunicator, her nimble fingers navigating the small touchpad with practiced ease. Rebel Command, or so they called themselves. They were the masterminds of this operation. Their contact had been frustratingly limited, but the channel was open to report their status or request orders. So she dutifully tapped the keys, crafting a short, simple message:

<: MARA-1: "WE HAVE ARRIVED" :>

Moments later, a reply.

<: RCOM: "10-4, PROCEED AS PLANNED." :>

A keen observer monitoring comm traffic would notice a short burst of information. The first, from a secure device somewhere below the Capitol Building. The second, an answering ping, piggybacking from so many different signals towers its origin would be near impossible to pin down. It was a risk to send such messages, especially one powerful enough to penetrate from underground. But the team understood these risks. Besides, command was confident such short messages would easily be lost among the sea of traffic brought about by the various other raids and demonstrations.

That was the theory, anyway.

Kirie turned to face her companions, raising both her slender hands and speaking softly. Her voice was soft and harsh, unaccustomed to the practice of speech. But not everyone on the team spoke sign, so she had to take one for the team.

"According to the schematic, this is it. Let's get to our positions."

She raised her right arm out in front of her, and the small droid wrapped around her arm unfurled its arachnoid legs and stretched like a cat, before skittering off her arm, leaping to the wall and up to a pipe in the roof. It wasted no time burrowing into the metal, and she saw it dissapear inside, no doubt already climbing out of the pipe on the other end, dismantling the alarm system and cutting the lock. It was a clever little thing, even if it did give her the creeps.

This was it. They would be inside within moments.

 

[Ari Vox]

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Location: Sewers system, Lower Districts
Objective: Protect Slicer
Allies: [member="Jax Vandal"], [member="Cenric Marus"], [member="Lyra Sarn"], [member="Avoim Oeymo"], [member="Ari Vox"], [member="Kamon Vondiranach"], [member="Glavis"], [member="Solonariwan Tofusin"], [member="Romi Jade"]
Enemies: [member="Kor Vexen"] directly, [member="Cassandra Paige"] and co indirectly
Equipment:
1st and 2nd Lines of Gear in signature
+ Neural Band
+ BR-212 Jackal ACR

Standing guard in the dust-coated dereliction of the warehouse that only moments prior had been their landing site, Ari watched her arc keenly and with practised skill, her droid circling near the ceiling and peering to try and see what it could of the ensemble that tried to goad them out. Of course, such a tactic would not work, what was personal pride to a revolutionary mind? An anchor, or more fittingly a weight one may tie around their ankles in time for a deep-sea dive? She figured that the Sith knew the truth, chalked it up to the malaise of the mind or the dark side's influence, and turned back to see Cedric as he cut through the flooring with ease. Lightsabre casting long shadows that stretched seamless across duracrete flooring.

With time the party assembled had mostly gone below, their silhouettes lingering a moment over the opening before dropping down below the cusp, and when it came to their turn Cenric and Lyra both dropped down like the others before them, the entire process taking mere seconds to accomplish. Standing at the precipice Ari took a final look at the forsaken warehouse around her, the layers and layers of dust, the disused machinery, the trickling light that shone streaks across its factory floor, but most of all the room. She sighed heavily and dropped down alongside her party, the ISR drone that flew down before her taking the lead beyond the three she considered her immediate teammates.

In the murk and the mir, Ari felt a sense of deja vu that mingled with the light claustrophobia, rising bile in her throat and the itching of her neural band to produce a feeling of almost indescribable glee. It struck her too that the band that caused her such discomfort had been gifted her on the planet of Ession, prior to a time she'd once again travelled through cramped and reeking sewers much the same as these on Jaminere. Fate, it seemed, had bestowed upon her a great gift of sewer walking, and in the miasma of bodily fluids that carried not only the team but also myriad floaties and other notable objects, Ari thought she could see the outline of the Galaxy and her place itself within it. That speck of blood...right there...

When the group came up to a rusted and withering gate, Ari watched through her ISR's feed as Cenric cracked it open and proceeded on through, followed closely by Lyra and her Mandalorian shadow respectively, who made sure to occasionally check behind her and mark the distance of her nearest ally. There would be words to be shared with Cedric once this operation was over. Words like 'never' and 'sewers' would come along with phrases such as 'die in my armour' and 'fight like a man', though such things would, in the end, be trivialities and pointless to decry should they make it through at all.

She knew as well as any that the chances here were slim at best.

 

[Kaalia Pavanos]

Location: Capitol annex, Janimere
Objective: Keep chaos from interfering
Allies: The Sith Empire and friends | [member="Orion Darkstar"]
Gear: Valkyrie armor, twin lightsabers

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To everyone around her, the woman was no more than yet another civilian walking to the streets. It was here where many a rebel would look to connect with those who would support their cause, but it took only one person to find out of their plans this way to expose them. It was for that reason why while many of her fellow Assassins were watching from the shadows, she hid in plain sight and while she walked Darth Avacyn felt the simmering embers of resistance coming from the very souls of many of the men and women around her. Somehow that feeling caused her to force to suppress a smirk, knowing that same fire had been what gave her the claim to the title of Lady of Defiance. It was only a single parallel that was met by many more differences, however and a rebellion was a direct threat to what the woman had helped build. Nothing would get in the way of the Empire.

There was something else that Avacyn perceived in the web of the Force and it came in the form of a presence she had felt in a distant past. It brought her back to the planet of Mygeeto where she was confronted by the same man, an encounter after which he seemed to have eliminated the hostile intentions he had before. Now, they would meet once again.

"Understood. I am on the street," she carefully whispered, remaining silent while a man passed her by until some distance was made, "keep an eye for anything I cannot see from here."

 

[Zek Koth]

Location: Sewer Patrol
Allies: Rebellion and Rebel Alliance
Enemies: Sith
Representing: Rebellion (no Republic markings)

While [member="Kirie Ito"] and her group reached their destination, Zek was still maneuvering. Unlike them, his target wasn't really a building. Inevitably he was certain that the Sith would figure out how most of them were moving around, and then the sewers would have a bunch of darkside rats roaming through it. While the group preferred secrecy, Zek preferred combat. So he'd volunteered to be the patrol distractor. In other words, if anyone came down into the sewers it was his job to intercept them.

He stalked the sewers around the capital area, carefully watching for any signs of defenses. Considering the Sith had just moved in, it seemed unlikely that they would have a heavy enough foothold to have gotten to defending the sewers yet. They weren't exactly high on the priority list because most people weren't brave enough to utilize them for anything. Fortunately the rebels weren't most people.

He stopped at a cross-section when he detected a manhole just a little ways down the tunnel. If his bearings we're right, he was below the street somewhere out in front of the capital building. If the Sith were going to come down, that was as good a spot as any for them to do so.

Working with highly skilled people like the Rebellion had to offer meant that he didn't have to worry about them doing their job to perfection. It also meant that he didn't have to make any sort of communications call to let them know that he was finally in position. Instead, he leaned just out of sight of the manhole, Force presence hidden, saber ready in his hand, and remained quiet, just clenching and unclenching his fist to East the thirst for bloodshed.

Better than nothing.

 

[Setzi Lunelle]

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Objective: Free prisoners from Coalition Words who’d been brought to Jaminere.​

Location: Jaminere Westside Detention Center​

Allies: Rebels ​

Enemies: Sith​

Soundtrack: Dark Night​

Of course Setzi had to keep up the charade of Anna Dale as she made her way closer to her destination. The former Jedi had participated in enough operations - both small scale infiltrations and massive battles - to know, if you were uncover you needed to at least play that out for awhile in case you were tailed. Once she’d visited enough salvage and junk shops alike and checked her surroundings for any suspicious individuals following her, she slipped inside a shopping mall. Hiding her Force signature, she opened the door to the ladies fresher and changed into her next alias, Bastille Zanedi, PhD and Psychologist to prisoners at the Jaminere Westside Detention Center.

With this new forged identity, the Setzi approached the prison on foot, light body armor under her disguise of a crisp grey suit, glasses and patent leather flats. Flashing a well-crafted fake ID which she clipped to her jacket lapel as soon as it was waved in front of the guards, she said, “Dr. Zanedi to see Kerlos Radiian, the Mayor of Sobrik, Balmorra.”

The guard eyed the psych. It wasn’t often he got to ogle a lady not in an unflattering prison uniform. “I’ll just check the database to see if you match what we have-"

“You will find me in the database, Sir.” His mind was completely under her control guided by her emotionless voice.

“Annnnnd there you are Dr. Zanedi. Step this way.”

“Thank you,” she responded with a saccharine smile. Setzi was escorted to a room where family members, lawyers and experts such as Dr. Zanedi could meet with the detainees. In about ten minutes they brought out Mayor Radiian, an older gentleman who appeared haggard, no doubt from torture and extremely puzzled to see her now sitting across from him, a thin pane of transparisteel between them.

 

[Darth Carnifex]

The air was rank with corrupted perfume, noxious pillars of smoke and smog billowing up from large clay braziers situated at every cardinal direction. The chamber itself was dark, a single torch illuminating the center of the room where a single individual sat kneeling in reverence. His flesh was bare, silver scars and black tattoos over the white skin, and his graying black hair was bound back with maroon leather and decorated with magnificent gemstones of emeralds, sapphires, and rubies. His mouth sounded inaudible words, a soundless prayer whispered in his native tongue to the gods of his homeland, and to the darkness he voluntarily served.

Eyes slowly began to open, piercing molten pupils floating in a sea of impenetrable blackness. At that moment hooded servants emerged from the peripheral gloom, pots of oil and sponges held in their spindly fingers. They knelt before this being, bowing so low that their clothed foreheads touched the ground as both pot and sponge were set aside.

Wordlessly he bid them rise, and they did obediently.

With slow, deliberate movements they took their sponges and dipped them into the pots of oil, thoroughly soaking the objects until they were swollen and dripping. Then they began to apply the oil to the man's skin, coating it with glistening fluid until he shone even in the darkness of the chamber. They did not rush, and they did not stop until every inch of his muscular body had been blessed with the sacred oils. Only once they had finished their duty did they retreat from the center of the room, their instruments leaving with them as the darkness swallowed them back up. In their place emerged more servants, similarly dressed yet clutching new items in their decrepit hands.

The figure rose, towering over them by several centimeters, and allowed them to dress him. Protective armor slid neatly over formfitting clothes, heavy pauldrons affixed over a magnetically clamped armorweave cloak. The final servant brought forth a decorated pillow, upon which rested a cross-shaped weapon too large to fit comfortably in the average man's hands. Yet as the armored being reached forth, his fingers wrapped perfectly around this vicious instrument of war.

A grim smile briefly touched his lips before the door to the sanctum opened, blinding light spilling forth to scatter the servants back to their darkened recesses. "Your Magnificence," a feminine voice called out, "Your ships are prepared."

"Excellent, brief me on the situation en route. We make for the capital."

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The portside hangar door of the Ferrata opened slowly, allowing a menagerie of dropships, gunships, and personal shuttles to disembark like a great swarm of insects. At its head was the Crestfallen, personal transport of the Sith Emperor.

The procession made way for the capital.

 

[Tabigarashu Madara]

Location: Trade Port
Objective: Learn more. Don't die.
Allies: TSE [member="Darth Saarai"] [member="Koda Fett"] [member="Khonsu Amon"] [member="Ikilwa Arregai"] [member="Vilaz Munin"]
Enemies: Rebels [member="Jaster of Clan Awaud"] [member="Ursula Toher"]

Hirou sighed with relief when Tai Fa's voice came through. Part of them worried, because they didn't have more to tell the Sith Lord- not because they thought he would be disappointed, but because they didn't know everything he would be walking into. But mostly, the Nezumi was just relieved.

With that simple message, the way ahead was clear.

Making sure their jacket was well hidden, Hirou listened for a moment, ears swiveling and nose twitching. For the moment, there was silence.

Quick as a wink, Hirou scampered up the leg of the bench. Climbing all the way to the top of the backrest, they paused again. Standing up on their back legs, black eyes glittered as they looked around the office. While there wasn't anything useful for a creature of their size, Hirou had a small number of items on the belt they still wore. It would be enough. Tools, not weapons, but then, no weapon a nezumi could wield would be useful in a situation like this anyway.

Backing up, Hirou dropped to all fours, judging the distance. With a running leap, they went soaring through the air. Clawed paws caught the coat hanging on a rack, setting it swaying. Swiftly, they climbed to the top. Reaching up tentatively, Hirou checked the cover on the ventilation hole above their head. It was small- far too small for even a small human to fit into, but more than enough for a Nezumi. Which meant that there was no reason for it to be screwed shut. Excellent.

With another jump, Hirou knocked the vent cover off. It clattered, far more loudly than they would have liked, but they didn't wait around to see if anyone caught notice. Already they were disappearing into the ventilation system, finding their way through the building and pausing as they reached new vents, peering through to see what they could see.

What they saw surprised them.

The civilian employees of the trade port were, as far as they could tell, safe. They didn't have an exact headcount on the facility, so they couldn't be certain, but there were definitely enough of them.

The next part that surprised the small agent was the number of men and droids that did not belong here they saw traipsing around. It was difficult to get a good estimate- Hirou lost track around a hundred and fifty. That was..... a lot.

Oh, not for an invading force. But for an operation done without a trace of word from anyone inside the facility? That wasn't a crack infiltration team that was a small fighting force. And with battle droids! How in the world had they managed to get in without being seen at all? Without anyone making an alert?

Hirou wondered if it had to do with the all too neat troubles the Saaraishash had been dealing with up until now. Whether they were right or wrong, it was a logical conclusion for the agent to jump to. With the previous bombing on their mind, it made sense for them to try to fit this together with that- even if they were barking up the wrong tree as it would turn out.

Pausing at a junction, out of view of any of the ventilation covers, Hirou sent out another coded message. Dashes and bips. Sharing what they had found.

So far, they still didn't know who it was. Maybe they could find out.

They also didn't know yet about the traps being set at the entrances.... a single small nezumi, even with free range of the ducts, couldn't be everywhere at once.

Tai Fa was walking into a trap.... and Hirou didn't know it to warn him.

 

[Joycelyn Zambrano]

"Not a seizure." Joycelyn said pointedly, Pythia weighing in as she straightened herself.

"Visions." "I can sense them- see them, if you will." "She's not much of a fighter, but this? This she is very good at."

Joyce smiled, throwing a glance at Pythia, then looking back at Farah. "That is not a needle, that's a knife." Her feet moved a little, but she stayed still. Her breath stilled as the toned muscles in her abdomen tensed, then let go. The size of the needle was one thing, but the injection itself hurt like a scutta on ice. It spread through Joycelyn's body, causing her to arch and bite down hard.

She had been joking when she said 'lather me in koltka'.

"Holy chit."

She swung her legs off the bed and rubbed her abdomen, feeling the tenderness fading as the adrenaline coursed through her veins. "Doc, wouldn't you come out into the field with us?" "We could need you." Her wounds were already closing up, if only superficially. Her bare feet touched down on the floor as she stretched her hands over her head. She touched the roof and pushed, feeling it give under the pressure. Oh, she was still in pain, but this she could deal with.

With a wave of her hand, she made the Legionaries outside push their stuff inside and open it up. Inside was a neatly sorted armour waiting to be donned. By herself it would have taken a long time, but with the amount of hands she had ready to assist her? It would be no issue getting the armour fastened to her body. As she pulled off the ragged remains of her uniform, Pythia opened a vial of blessed oil. As Joycelyn knelt, the handmaiden poured it over the warrior's shoulders. It was ceremonial, but quickly done.

An armourweave bodyglove slipped over her oiled flesh, and layers of thick, blackened phrik plates were attached one after the other in practised succession. They built the black shell around her while Pythia spread a sprinkle of ashes on each piece of metal.

Over the course of a baker's dozen of minutes, the armour had been fully assembled, save for the helmet which remained in a Legionarie's hands, another held the long, silver pole, and Pythia held the burning sword. Joycelyn slipped the adrenaline stim into one of the pouches on the harness and looked at Farah. The tall vahlacanthix looked very much like her father. Younger, more slight, but definitely her father's daughter: Darth Vornskr the Second.

It was time [member="Farah"] made a choice, to remain behind or to join the fight.

 

[Progflaw99]

Sewer Systems Beneath the Capitol Annex​

Allies: [member="Kirie Ito"] | [member="Icarus Volcata"] | [member="Zek Koth"] | [member="Jakkor Kess"] | [member="Kira Vaal"] | Rebellion​

Enemies: The Sith Empire​

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Like a rat in a maze. That's how Atlas felt as his heavy soled boots trod through the muck of the sewers. The smell was largely overcome by the masks they wore, the smell of rubber almost overwhelming instead of the expected aroma of excrement and urine. He was thankful for that but the close confines of the narrow tunnels had him feeling claustrophobic. Careful not to let his guard down, Atlas scanned ahead at regular intervals as he carefully stepped over and around the largest clumps of debris and skirted the deepest of the puddles.

"I'd give just about anything to be in a cockpit over this muck." he mused.

Atlas practically whispered as he issued his complaint, aimed somewhat towards Icarus. The two had shared enough flights to know that this footwork wasn't his forte - or at least it hadn't been. He seemed to notice a trend, first against the First Order, now against the Sith. Sometimes you couldn't have your cake and eat it too. The pilot knew all too well what would happen if they didn't choose to stand up for what they believed in. While the Trade Council had been formed upon principles, they constantly chose to sit out and stick to their policy of non-intervention. Atlas couldn't let that stand, certainly not when the threat of expansion was literally along their borders.

With wide eyes he watched as the woman ahead produced a peculiar device, legs rapidly carrying it into and up one of the large overhead pipes. By all appearances the pipe hadn't been used, at least not for fluid - perhaps a heating duct, or even leftover from a previous construction. Here they were, if the woman had read the plans correctly - they were ready to go. With a quiet shuffle of boots and adjustment of gear Atlas stood ready. Silently he raised a hand, indicating that the group should standby for a moment. With his other hand, he pulled out a transmitter. With a single press of the button, Atlas sent a message to an alternate team near the spaceport. They would know what the signal meant, their mission binary in nature. If they didn't receive the signal, the plan was to withdraw. After receiving the signal? Well, that's where the water grew muddy, at least in Atlas' mind. *Sometimes you have to get a little mud on you in pursuit of the greater good.*

No doubt the Sith thought that they were the greater good. That was ironic to the pilot, an interesting debate no doubt but one he couldn't afford to obsess on in the moment. Giving the thumbs up to his comrades in arms, he prepared himself for what would come next. A quick glance at the others of their group told him all he needed to know. They were all on edge in varying degrees. This was it, there would be no turning back from this point forward.

"On your go." He said definitively, nodding towards Icarus.

 

[Farah]

Location: Capital triage unit
Objective: Accompany Joyce into the fray
With: [member="Joycelyn Zambrano"]


"That's not a knife." Farah snorted. "This is a knife." With dexterous movements, the young doctor pulled her favorite plasma scalpel from her pocket and pressed the ignition. A small, tapered beam of energy sprung to life for only a few moments before being tucked away back into her pocket. Had to show off at least a little of course.

If it worked, it worked. That was Farah’s philosophy when it came to medicine—well, part of it at least. When her goal was to get a soldier up and running, she used the most efficient and often unpleasant method. When working with civilians? Then she had to use more intuition and go the non-invasive route if possible. Nevermind the fact that she’d cracked a woman’s chest in the field to try and repair a shredded left ventricle.

“You know, normally I’d be more restrictive with one of the Zambrano kids.” She mused, mirthless humor touching her voice now. Farah made no comment on the fact that she was technically one of those Zambrano kids, but she’d only been around for a short while and didn’t share a blood bond with Kaine. Joyce certainly resembled her father in certain ways, something she noted to herself while watching the Amazonian woman dress for war, ceremonial oils and all. “Don’t want to get executed if you die in my care and all that.”

She glanced over to where the rest of the unit was working. The high profile civilians and military personnel had been treated first, now they were working on the commoners. It looked like things were slowing down, the deceased piled to one side while others were sent away after having minor wounds treated. A good chunk had been carted away to the nearest hospital after the initial triage work. With an invasion force spreading over Janimere, she would be needed to tend to the wounded at some point whether it be here or out on the field.

“Alright. You’ve got a nice ass so I’ll go with you.”

Had she been looking while Joyce was dressing? Of course. It was only natural given what she did for a living. Farah had seen a lot of naked people and not in the ways Zeltrons usually do.

Turning away from the other Sith, she grabbed the arm of a passing surgeon—the intern from before. “You. I’m going with her.” She jerked her head towards the Epicanthix hybrid. “You’re in charge while I’m gone. We’re under attack so prepare for an influx of wounded and make sure that are supply lines are clear for the basics.” They’d need water, bandages, antibiotics and the like. Who knew what would happen today. “Don’t let me down.”

The intern’s eyes widened. “Yes ma’am!” He practically chirped before racing off.

After a short while of gathering supplies—her special envirosuit of course—Farah turned back towards Joyce. The Zeltron cracked her neck to one side, then the other. “I’ll bring some extra koltca stims just for you.” She patted one of the pockets on her utility belt while a smile that said 'I can't wait to jam even more of these into your abdomen.'

 

[Nan'eth'illa]

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Multispectrum disguise suite, Lightsabre, Shikkar, Personalised Assassin armour, Personal Shield, Taozin Amulet, Many Cybernetics, and a pair of parrot droids

Location: En route to Space Port
Objective: Protect Assets.
Opponents: [member="Rujat Aola"] [member="Jakkor Kess"] | Non-Sith Imperials
Allies: [member="Darth Imperia"] | Sith-Imperial Personell.

It was mildly amusing to Darth Filiae, hearing Imperia stop mid-word thanks to something she herself found to be a basic feature. This was not even one of her own inventions, but a market purchase from years back. When she lost her eye in combat, she figured why settle with replicating what she had when she could invest in something better. Oh and better it was indeed. The range of vision and the mobility the dislodged eye provided was simply excellent.

"We don't have long."

As Imperia caused her distraction, sending pilots and office labourers nearby into a grand state of panic, Filiae engaged the cloaking device in her suit and made her eye float high up to the ceiling, giving a literal overview of the hangar. With soundless steps, the Chiss darted inside. She had been trained since she was a child to step quietly and seek cover. First it was through games, later in training proper.

As she darted in and the eye floated up, she had it scanning the room for anomalies. At first, she saw nothing, but then it caught a glimpse of one of the explosives attached to the side of an Omicron shuttle. A sneer stretched over Filiae's mouth as two parrot droids dislodged themselves from her back with the non-verbal order of <Seek explosives, map and report> issued through her cybernetic control implants.

They wizzed out through the room, not dissimilar from the fleeing personell.

Running over to the explosive initially observed by her eye, she whispered to Imperia's com. "We may have an issue."

She gingerly set to opening the explosive up to access its transmitter. Perhaps she could do something with her Mechu Deru, but she would need more details than what she was currently running with. Why did it have to be many small bombs?

 

[Jax Vandal]

As the rebels trudged through the muck and waste Jax held his rifle at the ready, the automatic slugthrower cold in his hands. His lightsaber slapped against his leg as he tried avoiding the worst of the sludge. The don't ever mention walking through sewage when you join the rebellion. It's all heroics and praise until you're actually in the chit, literally and metaphorically. Glavis had orders from Jax to meet them and escort the reinforcements to their location. Jax wanted to engage the man trying to draw them out, but this wasn't Coruscant, this was war. He knew it would jeopardize the mission and was determined to not let old habits define him. So he swallowed his pride and followed the team into this druk. He was nervous about how his squad would perform. They were no strangers to a fight, but they had never seen real battle before. Decked out in the most cutting edge black ops tech and cybernetics, they should be fine he resolved to himself.

[member="Cedric Grayson"], [member="Glavis"]

 

[Darth Ophidia]

Location: Palace District Sewers.
Objective: Intercept Rebels [member="Romi Jade"]

Looking down into the city, Darth Ophidia got a quick macro-scope of the action unfolding.

She could see movements and counter-movements being enacted, but it all lacked something rather crucial: Spread and scope. Her eyes trailed up through the city, following the streets. To advance up towards the palace district without artillery and heavy walker would be suicide, and they had not brought the air-support to drop them. The only way they could advance from the periphery would be if they walked where no one else saw.

Oh it was clever indeed, but the Assassins had not been idle, and gaining access to maps the underground structures would have been a primary concern. Walking across the roof, the Pale Assassin touched the com link on the side of her helmet.

"I need maps of underground tunnels. Sewers, flood tunnels, catacombs, to my HUD."

Looking down over the side of the building, she could see one entrance already, but she could not walk blindly in the dark.

The drop stretched down before her, air rustling her robes as she considered the consequences of a simple slip. A whisper in her mind about what waited on the other side, so smooth, so cold, so seductive -no. She mentally batted the voices away, but did not step away from the edge. As long as the Sith needed her, she would live. She dropped off the edge, hands and feet hitting the opposite wall and pushing off. Twisting her body, she managed to perch on a balcony, then dropped from there to the ground. It was still a considerable distance, but nothing a Sith Lord could not handle.

"We have the schematics, but they appear to be incomplete, my Lord. Transferring." "Incomplete?" Her nose curled in a sneer as she forced open the manhole cover. "Files concerning infrastructure were deleted in the Silvers' retreat. However, we were able to recover an older copy." "Going subterranean. Keep me posted on developments." "Yes, my Lord"

The Rattataki slipped into the lightless interior of the sewer soundlessly. Her robes seemed to blend with the dark as she placed herself close to the wall. She could easily have gotten lost had she not the partial map. It would seem the right turned towards the main line running up through the city. If she had wanted to make a subterranean infiltration, then that is the line she would have pursued first, so that was where she went.

All the while, she was careful not to get ahead of herself. She was quick and quiet after a lifetime of honing her stealth. Not a splash or tap out of place. The chase always gave her thrills.

 

[Shade of Decay]

Location: Communications Hub
Allies: [member="Sebastian Thel"], [member="Jacen Vadith"], [member="Cassandra Paige"], [member="Itash Mecetti"], Sith Empire personnel and contracted mercenaries
Enemies: Pretty much everybody not of the above.

"Surely you can be more polite," Tsisaar lightly chided Jacen, in response to the manner in which the Sith Knight treated Sebastian. "We've already conscripted the man for the day, making him any more agitated isn't likely to help." It was a bit dangerous, speaking to somebody that was technically his superior in the manner that he did, but by this point Tsisaar was more concerned with ensuring their effectiveness rather than their chain of command. He reached out, pushing aside the blaster that the guardsman was using to direct Sebastian with a short - but meaningful - glare. As the guard backed away, Tsisaar turned, placing a hand on Sebastian's shoulder and guiding him further forward in a far more gentle manner.

"Mr. Thel, I hope you'll find the equipment here to your liking," he started relaxedly, infusing his words with the power of the Force, trying to bring a sense of calm that was overly lacking in the three minds present. "It should be more than adequate for a man of your talents, and I have every confidence in your ability to aid in the defense." He stopped short of the main work station, giving Sebastian a short pat on the back. "Knight Vadith and I shall remain here to ensure your protection; should you need anything, or should you manage any important breakthrough, don't hesitate to inform us." All told, Tsisaar hated acting as diplomatic as he was now. He'd just as soon be back on Bastion or Korriban, studying and reading, as here in the middle of a battle trying to keep this slicer calm, but everybody had to make sacrifices some time.

As it was, it was looking like he'd be sat in a secure bunker for the length of the battle, and he hadn't even brought a book to read. Oh well.

 

[Jakkor Kess]

Location: Spaceport
Allies: Rebels [member="Atlas Viridian"] [member="Rujat Aola"], Fel Imperials [member="Jaster of Clan Awaud"] [member="Ursula Toher"]
Enemies: Sith-Imperials [member="Darth Filiae"] [member="Darth Imperia"]
Music: Set it off

Jakkor smiled sadly underneath his mask as the Twi'lek crossed her Lekku showing that she did love him. He loved her just as much, even the Force was strong in the girl. She would know that someday and she was the reason why he needed to live now. To do this to show the Galaxy that the line stops here for the Sith. That with a small spark of courage could ignite an inferno of hope that plagues through the Galaxy and unites the Galaxy once more against the Sith. To show that one day everyone could be free, living under Sith rule was no life to live at all no matter how benevolent they seem to be. He replied sadly holding the detonator in one of her hands. "I mean it if I lose you. There is nothing left for me to live anymore. I will take all of these Sith with me if I have to. So please listen to me for once my love. Please, I can't bear it if they use you against me." He said prepared to die if need be.

Then Jakkor received something on his comlink, an encrypted frequency showed up, the famous Rebel Insignia used for past Rebellions showing up bringing a smile to his face. At last, Atlas had finally given him the signal. Operation: Fires of Hope had begun and would start to transmit the same signal across all those patched to the same frequency such as other members of the Rebellion and unknowingly the Fel Imperials who had attacked the Trade port. The Firebird symbol appeared at first then replaced with the symbol of Fulcrum handed out to specific Rebel Operatives for certain missions just like the Rebellion of old. Jakkor spoke into the comlink his voice garbled to protect his identity. "Attention Rebels... This is Fulcrum Operation Fires of Hope has begun, begin destruction of key Imperial Installations and key structures... We must aid the Rebellion in drawing the Sith away from the capital building. Good luck and may the Force be with you all... Fulcrum out." He said as he ended the encrypted Transmission hoping that the same time he detonated his explosives perhaps the Other Rebels would do the same.

Looking outside at first seeing Civilians around had disturbed him, the Sith were here he could feel it, spotting them out of the corner of his eye he muttered to himself. "Monsters they are using Civilians." He didn't want to hurt anyone, in fact, he would want to avoid such extremes. But today was not the day to pick who would live or die. The Rebellion didn't have the luxury of being the heroic good guys at every turn. They had lost that a long time ago even with the Rebellion of old. As far as he could tell those who were not rioting, in prisons, protesting or fighting back were collaborators and would be treated as such. They were here to liberate the world and as Rebels, they have any means to cause destabilization of the Sith's influence on the system. Even if they weren't the White Knights. Seeing a Sith that looked to be cybernetic, a Chiss even which had made him shudder to remember the monstrosity that was Vader.

He held the detonator in her hands and took her hand in his and pressed the trigger. "This is how we win my love. By protecting what we love against those that dare to destroy it. To fight for a better future for our children." He said blushing as he mentioned the thought of children. Meanwhile, the operation began. The explosives, thermal detonators not powerful enough to cause mass destruction, but enough to limit civilian casualties and cause major damage to the infrastructure, beeped rapidly and began to explode all at once. Starfighters and transports began to blow one by one and the spaceport suffered damage to the structure as well as to the Hangers so they couldn't be used. The screams of people filled the streets as some reacted with panic and the rest started to riot against the Sith. The thermal detonator in the Chiss's fingers was opened but unfortunately wasn't deactivated and in response to heading the signal beeped and exploded seconds after. Jakkor dropped the detonator not happy what he had done but necessary measures needed to be taken to fight the Sith. At the end having the luxury of the moral high ground was not an option. Today the Rebellion would rise at this moment at any cost. "I need you to see if any civilians are hurt, try to get as many out of there as you can. I will see if I can try to persuade the Sith to leave." He said touching the Twi'lek's cheek gently and lovingly as he stepped out slowly during the chaos of the flames, smoke, debris, and cries that could be seen and heard all around.

 

[Kalyn Tal'verda]

Objective: Land and get working.
Location: Warehouse
00:02:00 MET
Equipment: TICKS x2, Wrist Computer, Grapple Hook, Mag Boots, Silenced Slughtrower (Pistol), Flashbang x2, EMP Grenade x2, Det Pack x4, Blaster Carbine.
Allies: [member="Cedric Grayson"], Rebel bois.
Enemies: Sith Bois
The sewers were about as bad as she expected, honestly a little worse, it stunk like hell and felt like walking through actual excrement, which was to be expected, it was a sewer after all. If they had another choice honestly Lyra would prefer any other route but sadly in this case it isn't possible, unless they want to fight through a literal army of sith and security forces, and the team they had assembled didn't seem equipped enough to take on an army.

As they came upon the great Lyra was just about ready to take out a det pack when Mr Wizard Boy stole the show, she was kind of disappointing that she didn't get to blow anything up, but she did suppose it was quieter anyway, though with all the sith running around she was almost certain that move would attract some kind of attention, and somebody probably had plasma torches somewhere, which while it would take longer it would be quieter and less obvious.

They were getting somewhat near the Comm Center, it was still a small way away but it was close enough that they could start worrying about how to get in without drawing attention, well she guessed once they got in there stealth was out the window, seeing as it was probably heavily guarded and a group of heavily armed militants coming out of the sewers was not exactly the kind of thing they would let slide, she thought about their options for a minute before speaking.

"We got a few options here, we could either blow through the sewers into the comm center, that would give us the element of surprise, but also alert the entire area to our location, or we could risk finding an entrance in the sewers, which would give us stealth but might waste time and not be 100% guaranteed to work. Finally we could try heading to the surface and walking in the front door, I would consider this a last resort seeing as it would attract the most attention and almost certainly ruin any chance at stealth." She eagerly awaited a response from Cedric on what to do.

 

[Acaleus Thorn]

Allies: None
Enemies: The Sith, cats and kids birthdays parties
Objective: Finish his drink and steal blueprints
Weapons: Only his wrist lightsabers

An hour ago

Acaleus put down his glass of rum. The bar owner had already run away, as everyone when the rebellion started. There were no one else in the entire building, so only the outside noise bother the silence inside. He had come alone to Jaminere a few weeks ago from Nar Hutta, as his retirement seemed to bother Venus. So he had come here planning to steal some weapons blueprints of the Sith. As they were practically busy dealing with a controlling a rebellion, a thief would be the last thing they would notice. Good old weapons could be created around un-guarded blueprints.

Acaleus took a deep breath and hid his force signal. A good thing he learned in his years as part jedi. The mercenary part knew how to camouflage. Soldiers were running, or officers giving others, people fleeing towards who transport ships or Sith roaming the ground and air. He was blending in as just another engineering, his real clothes hidden below the ones stolen. When he was reach the lower levels of the spaceport, he placed both of his hands on the floor, reaching to the force to search any presence around. He closed his eyes and breath deeply "Workers, full squadrons of soldiers marching, a haired woman hugging a child, Sith swarming the place, groups planting bombs"

From what he investigated, the data bank was located three rooms away. He opened his eyes, stood up and hid his force signal again, reflecting over what he saw. Enryu Corp developed bombs, most of his own creation for certain jobs, so he had the knowledge on how to defuse them. He only catch a glimpse of the bombers "Of course they arent Sith, so they are rebels, doing a bad job. Venus will know if i didnt stop this genocide" with his right arm, he turned his lightsaber and carefully destroy the detonator signal receiver of a bomb planted in a corner. He did the same with the ones close to him and follow the trail of the rebel team. The ones still hidden wouldn´t cause a big issue when detonating.

In the present

When he heard several running noises coming, he hid on the corner of the hallway while they passed. He was close to one of the explosive, but then a droid grab it first, alarmed and trying to defuse it "We may have an issue..." The bomb started to beep, and Acaleus quickly raised a force shield, passing between her body and wrist. Although the hand would be lost, she would survive the explosion, with maybe being pushed back by the explosive wave. The detonation wouldn´t kill many civilians, but those idiots had to respond to justice.

New Objective: Take down [member='Jakkor Kess']
New Allies: [member='Darth Filiae'] If she doesnt try to attack me
New Enemies: Other rebels inside the Spaceport ([member="Rujat Aola"] )

 

[Kira Vaal]

Location: Sewers
Objective: Infiltrate
Allies: Rebels - [member="Atlas Viridian"] | [member="Icarus Volcata"] | [member="Kirie Ito"]
Enemies: The Sith Empire

The call had been made, which meant that there would be no turning back now. Kira released a soft sigh behind pursed lips, sometimes things had to be done to start the process of balancing the odds and the Rebellion had learnt that the hard way. The ever shrinking tunnels caused the feeling of claustrophobic panic, squeezing at their minds and the very will to continue onwards, yet for the young Jedi there was something else, something that pulled at her awareness of the force like a temptress. She closed her eyes as the tunnel grew ever darker, and allowed the team around her to pass. She tried to shake the nauseating feeling of the enclosed space, a hand; gloved in a fingerless wrapping touched the wall of the sewer ignoring the soft, wet slick that permitted onto her fingers.

Fire and smoke. Alarms and death…so much death, burning eyes of one who shared this space and three simple words that echoed across time. “Who are YOU?”

Her eyes shot open, triggering a deep pull of air into her lungs. She continued to breath heavily, the ever present heat of her mask making her want to rip the material off her face as panic again set it. “It’s just like being in space. Remember, it’s just like space.” She reassured herself, slowly gaining awareness of the tunnel again, it seemed larger then it had before, more fitting for the entire team. Yet the vision was still fresh, the bodies potentially those of the ones around her currently getting through the security of a metal door that bared the way like a checkpoint of sorts. Surely it meant nothing, just a panic of the enclosed spaces getting to her?

On her wrist a slight vibration pulled her attention to a wrist unit that had received a code from another element of the incursion. She would ignore it, for she already knew what it meant. Then [member="Kirie Ito"] spoke.
Her words caught Kira by surprised, not for the context but by the words themselves. She hadn’t known Kirie long, but had so far become accustomed to speaking not with their mouths but rather their hands or through their ability with the Force. Somehow hearing her actually speak added to the finality of this mission, which didn’t put Kira at any more ease.

They of course would wait for the call of the volunteer leaders of the group but with a click, a roll of what seemed like thunder and the door rolled away louder then it had any right to be. Kira slipped her blaster from the holster on her belt.

This was it.

They were inside.

 

[Placeholder 0128]

Location: Sewers, en route to Comm Hub

Allies: Allies: [member="Jax Vandal"], [member="Cenric Marus"], [member="Lyra Sarn"], [member="Avoim Oeymo"], [member="Ari Vox"], [member="Kamon Vondiranach"], [member="Glavis"], [member="Solonariwan Tofusin"], [member="Romi Jade"]

Enemies: [member="Cassandra Paige"] and co fairly soon


A loud bang rang out through the sewers, and the ground around them shook for a fraction of a second. Cedric halted his march through the detritus, and reached out into the empyrean. His mind touched that of the inert Jedi Master that watched over the proceedings from up above. Unable to send anything beyond base images and emotions, Cedric attempted to communicate his thoughts.

Avoim would receive an image of the sewers in which they walked, and then the rest of the group itself. He would see they'd all made it in one piece, and then hear the bang that had rang out just moments earlier. An image of a ticking bomb flowed through the connection after that, along with a feeling of curiosity. It was all Cedric could manage for the moment.

"I think we just lost all pretense of stealth," Cedric sighed, his hand falling toward the lightsaber at his belt. "We'll cut our way in. Our lightsabers should get us through without making much noise," he paused, "I don't know where this other cell is, but I have a hunch that whatever we just felt was a bomb. If that's the case, the Sith are going to be on high alert. Prepare yourselves for the worst." "He had more to say, but waiting would do them no good. With a gesture, Cedric began trudging through the muck once again.

They were drawing close to the comm hub, of that Cedric was certain. "Lyra, we're coming up on the hub's location. You'll need to identify a good place to cut a hole. Once we're in, the Muertos will work on getting every civilian gathered up, and sweep for Sith troopers. Lyra, Cenric, and Ari will head straight for the terminals. The rest of us will cover them as best we can. We take this place, and we can open comms with the other cells across the Tion cluster."

A few more moments of walking would take them to a long stretch of sewer lines. It was beneath this line that Cedric came to a halt, and pointed up toward the ceiling. "Pick your spot Lyra. We've only got a handful of minutes, tops."

Another pause. He'd said everything he needed to, but...

"Is everyone okay? Confident about what we're doing?" He looked over each member of the party. "I need to know you all are at one hundred percent before we commit."

 

[Kamon Vondiranach]

Allies: [member="Jax Vandal"], [member="Cenric Marus"], [member="Lyra Sarn"], [member="Avoim Oeymo"], [member="Ari Vox"], [member="Cedric Grayson"], [member="Glavis"], [member="Solonariwan Tofusin"], [member="Romi Jade"]
Enemies: [member="Kor Vexen"], [member="Cassandra Paige"]

Silence. He was surprised that no one had come to follow them, especially since the one had directly tried to get them to come out. Then again he probably shouldn't have been surprised. Calling them out like that was meant to draw out the insecure, the people who were too jumpy to realize that they were quite safe. So in reality that particular person had no idea where his foes were, which meant that he wasn't likely to be coming. Kamon still chose to wait, especially since Romi didn't answer him.

That was when he felt the ground shake. At first he was concerned that the sewer had been blown open but he sensed no terror from the group. He did feel death, though. Too much of it. Someone had clearly blown something up and it was hard to say who had done it. They hadn't, of that he was certain. Maybe the Sith had found the other cell and were trying to get to them. Or maybe the other cell was far more militant. He couldn't say, but he knew they were exposed now.

Not good. We haven't gotten control of the hub, yet. They're going to be calling for support.

He debated leaving his post early, but he ultimately waited the full five minutes before he started moving after them. By the time they entered the hub, he would still be a bit behind them, so if anyone dropped down to try and pin them between a rock and a hard place he would be in position to offer them protection. As ever, he continued to hide himself in the folds of the White Current, rendering himself utterly invisible to anyone who couldn't also access the current. It was for his safety, but it was mostly as a foil for the enemy.

En route, he sent to Cedric.