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[Caelag Vass]

[SIZE=11pt]The images burned into the mind of [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]Captain Qyerg Atlan[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] the entire journey home. Major Vass issuing orders, keeping her men organized even when she herself had become helpless. Watching the proud, strong woman unable to defend herself, yet still push her men to carry out their mission, before ultimately biting the bullet and taking her men out be bested by mere pirates, it was unthinkable to the Gand. He shook with anger that these low lifes could at all pretend to measure up to her, what she had done, what she had overcome. If Vass were a Gand, she would have long since been given individuality he was certain of it, as certain as he was of his own. He would not stand by this, he could not. She would want the mission complete.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]So, he’d make her the mission.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]It hardly took time to find volunteers within the unit. Ferrum Sanguis was family, and their matriarch was taken from them. There was no force in this life or the next which would keep them apart a moment longer than necessary. The unit reached out to others, both others within the Rangers, and the Jedi proper, or to be frank anyone within the SJO willing to lend their assistance in the rescue of Caelag, and elimination of this particular pirate base.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Eventually, the entire team would be assembled aboard an unmarked dropship ahead of the main force. This team’s objective was different than the main force itself, which had come to remove the pirate threat with however much force was necessary to do so. Namely, several more dropships and a few cruisers no doubt, to control the airspace. The team onboard the unmarked dropship however would be taking a somewhat, quieter approach to achieve their goals.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]One of the lieutenants accompanying Qyerg Atlan stepped up to speak, and refresh their minds on the objectives seeing as Qyerg wasn’t likely to be understood. ”The Captain would like to remind everyone one last time of the situation. There is an unknown force keeping the Major from utilizing her Force capabilities, and as such she is held captive. Our limited information from the Ferrum Sanguis’s original strike suggests there is some kind of second level, most likely this is where she is being held. We are to find the Major and end the pirate threat in this area. The base is sizable, so we may end up separated. If this does happen and you find the Major, notify the others. We’ve brought supplies for the Major, which the Corporal here has with him in his pack. Any questions?”[/SIZE]

 

[Zef Halo]

Most had volunteered for the mission, Amon had been drafted. His close quarter expertise deemed useful for the nature of the operation. The Mandalorian had no clue who this Major was but apparently they were someone rather more reputable in the hierarchy of the Antarian Rangers. Especially to those she had commanded directly, they looked the most ravenous to get this done.

No questions were raised until Amon looked up at the lieutenant and asked:

"What makes you so sure they won't kill the Major before we reach her?"

Perhaps it was a question that wondered in the minds of men but a question to which most did not want to hear the answer to.

[member="Caelag Vass"]

 

[John Locke]

It was...not the usual mission that John decided to take on for the Silver Jedi, those time he did deploy with the ranger he was normally safely ensconced on the bridge of a starship somewhere safely away from any blaster fire or danger. So...John wasn't exactly sure why it was that he had found himself out here in the middle of a squadron of rangers doing his level best to look like he wasn't so utterly out of place. He remembered someone mentioning something about needing a technical specialist and then he was here so he guessed he had volunteered. Still, if there was a mission to get over the hump and into it then this was it. He'd met the Major once or twice at Silver Jedi parties, mostly just from a distance but if there was one thing he'd learnt it was you never left someone behind. The man readied his blaster, hearing the hum of the weapon before he holstered it, stepping up next to Amon. "That's a good question but they wouldn't have kept her alive this long if they didn't have a reason right? Have something they wanted? So we just have to get to her before the realise she's about to slip out of their hands right?"

[member="Amon Vizsla"] | [member="Caelag Vass"]

 

[Caelag Vass]

"The detention block as far as we can tell is abnormally sized for the usual fare of pirates. You'd expect more storage for goods than people. So we believe they might not be in the business of killing off anyone who could be considered an 'exotic beauty' so to speak. If we're right on that matter, considering the Major's kind aren't exactly as prevalent as us humans and rather easy to contain in a force null zone, they have little reason to off her. Not to mention she could be a bargaining chip in a desperate pinch, even if she'd rather we bomb the place to oblivion with her in it than let them go just for her. Besides, the Major wasn't given permission to die." The way the Lieutenant spoke would speak volumes perhaps, at least in regards to his concern for the Major. Death on a battlefield was something they could all accept, but what they felt were these pirates' goals were a new low that was not allowed to come to pass. If the Major's career was to end, it would be on the battlefield.

"You also may find their armory or wherever they've stored the Major's personal effects. If you do, grab her rifle. IT'll be hard to miss, it's an old X-52 rifle from the cold war. We find the MAjor and she's going to want her gun back. Then it's just a matter of making them a nice and easy target for the assault force that should be arriving.... Anyways we'll be hitting the ground soon, and there's no telling if they've fixed their sensors since our last visit here. Be ready to walk into hell when the doors open." The members of Ferrum Sanguis barely acknowledged this, each more concerned with double checking their clips and sidearms than discussing the obvious. The majority seemed human, or at the least their armor didn't give any idea what their race could be, but the Gand leading them had his cloak overtop the ranger armor, scaled far down for his small stature.

The Gand simply waited, staring at the door. Everyone now knew what to expect surely, all that was left was to wait for the charge.

Meanwhile, within the lower levels of the base....​

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It was dark, so dark. The pirates, the lowly scum, hadn't even bothered to tie Caelag down before locking the door. Why should they, the cuffs on her wrist alone made movement difficult even if she could see, but the complete lack of the world's very features and being cut off within the ysalmari bubble from the Force meant that rather than struggle to stand and walk, she could barely manage a weak crawl across the floor. Her armor and weapons, gone, locked away in the pirate arsenal to be dismantled, sold, or used for their vile purpose. It made her sick to her stomach to think that they were free to do as they wished, while she was confined to what felt as close to oblivion as she could imagine. Without sight, she couldn't tell how far she was from the walls, until she first rammed her forehead into the cold steel wall.

She heard laughter at this, as she finally managed to find her way to the cell's small cot, and curled up atop it to think. How she wished she could place a blaster bolt between the pirate guards' eyes or set their bodies aflame, anything that could potentially help herself and the galaxy at large. Instead she was to sit and wait for them to set up, finish repairs, and cart her away to be something for other vermin to stare at and drool over. She almost shook with anger, at letting herself fail to die properly.

She really was a failure of a soldier wasn't she? With any luck her soldiers were smart enough to know a fight they weren't prepared to win..

[member="John Locke"] [member="Amon Vizsla"]