Populate Outbound Flight: Rampage [THR Populate of Empty Hex above Commenor & Mokk IX]

[Lyra Zan]

She couldn't say she hadn't been in dire straits before. But in those situations, she knew the game, the players. Smugglers, criminals, law enforcement, species she knew, recognized. This was different. She only knew Dominic, really, since the assault began. She could only speculate about the sentient reptiles she had never seen before. Not to mention the silent stranger encased fully in a suit beside them.

Reluctantly, Lyra followed the senator's lead, stooping to lay her blaster on the deck, kicking it away with her boot. Then she witnessed the politician doing what they do. Negotiating. She had no idea who the blonde was, why the lizards had her, or what scheme Dominic had in mind. She was quickly becoming an accessory in the situation, a minor player as the intruders and the senator took center stage.

Lyra watched with a scowl as the armored one approached Dominic. It all but ignored the tall Epicanthix. Her hyperfocus on the big reptile prevented Lyra from seeing the jedi appear in the doorway behind them, or witness the barrier activate to block her out.

It wasn't until the gaze of the intruder leader lifted past Dominic did she dare look behind her, seeing a glimpse of the woman with the lightsaber hilt in her hand, before the blast door fell. In that brief moment, Lyra saw the emotions twisting the woman's face.

Shifting motion drew Lyra's attention back to the senator. The warriors were drawing around him. One raised it's fist to strike her. Her hand shot out gripping its wrist with an iron grasp, halting the blow. The butt of the blaster in its other hand rose and fell instead, smashing against Lyra's skull. She collapsed to the deck.


Tag: Dominic Praxon Ishtar-Array Quinn Varanin Bastila Sal-Soren Tatiana Sah Atlas Drake

 

[Connel Vanagor]

Not today, Pirates!
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The fans of the air circulators were slowing, the last vestiges of power to a ship. This was going to be difficult to maintain an image that they were headed out. No sensors, no reports of it working, ships engines could be heard screaming by, but were they probing?

It didn’t matter.

The lights came back on, the air circulators spun and most of all the engines roared to life. The ships was back online and operational. Those around Connel breathed a sigh of relief, and frankly so did he, there was a toll taken on him to maintain that image out as far as he did. The Jedi would need a second to recover from that, but at least they were safe for the moment.

Taking a quick seat, Connel closed his eyes and let out a deep breath. That was all of the respite they were going to get.

The attackers were still out there, and starting to realize their mistake and were coming back, and FAST. Connel was not in a position to fight, but his personal health did not matter at the moment, others were in danger and frankly it was not the “Jedi” in him, it was the “Vanagor.” He was not going to let anyone take them down.

Back into the cockpit, Connel was given the pilot seat as the others moved into support roles. It was not a perfect plan or setup but it was all they had so it would have to do. It was going to take some time for the coordinates to be entered into the nav computer and they were going to have to make a run for it.

“Master Jedi… you SEE that is an asteroid field you’re headed into…”

If they want us so bad, they’re going to have to follow us in.

“The odds of this…”

Never tell me the odds. Feeling like there was some cosmic joke in those words, Connel took the controls and pushed them deep into the asteroid field. He was using the Force for all it was worth, guiding the ship through the narrow conduits. The ship shuddered repeatedly as it scraped the asteroids, and the engines whined in protest as they were pushed to their limits avoiding the attacking fighters, but Connel knew that this was their only chance. With each passing second, they gained distance from their pursuers, until…

The Nav Computer was ready.

With a flip of the throttle, Connel engaged the hyperdrive and they were gone.

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[Quinn Varanin]

//: Bastila Sal-Soren //: Dominic Praxon //: Tatiana Sah //: Lyra Zan //: Ishtar-Array //: Atlas Drake //:

Quinn groaned as she felt the cold blaster's tip against her head. She reached out to the Force, wanting to finish this. She didn't care if anyone saw anymore. She just wanted this to be over. Moreso, Quinn just wanted to go home.

Her eyes opened, and she realized she was being carried by something that she didn't recognize. A hand moved to hit the back of the reptile, but weakness from the Force being dulled around her had already settled in.

She knew this feeling quite well. On Susevfi, she had been in this state for days, on the edge of death and forced to entertain her captors. A grueling annoyance, but she had done her best to live.

But back then, the entirety of the Sith Fleet had arrived, including the Empress herself. That day, the rest of the galaxy learned that she was the woman's child, an heir to an Empire.

Her hand rose again, her fist no longer capable of remaining. A slap after another slap hit the scales of the bounty hunter. It didn't bother him; he figured her efforts would die off after some time. His focus was on the commotion in front of them. One moment, they were preparing a negotiation… or the man in front of them thought they were. In reality, a Republic Senator and the highly valued target they had picked would earn them enough credits to relax for the next year.

But the Jedi seemed to have other plans. Quickly, one of them was cut down, while the others scrambled to make their way to secure the perimeter. There was an altercation, and a woman collapsed at one of their feet. He moved to capture her as well, but they hissed at each other, which only meant she was being left behind.

Quinn lifted her head slightly, and it pressed against the barrel of the blaster. But she could still feel her, even if weakly… even if it was some placebo effect. Quinn knew Bastila was there…

Her eyes lifted, but their gaze didn't meet. Instead, she could see who Bastila was focused on. Quinn looked and realized.

Today really sucked…

She kept moving as the attackers continued to move, trying to avoid more losses. The one that was holding her grew irritated as he shoved the barrel harder into her head. She yelped from the pain, but with the commotion, the sound of the weapon echoed in her ear.

Red streaked her blonde hair as she stopped moving.

They didn't care; they continued to make their escape.

"Grab the sssenator, hesss worth sssomthing!" The assumed leader shouted. It was then that they moved to scoop up Dominic. Either way, if he came, they could make thousands; if they didn't get him, they still had the Princess.

Either way, they were eating well tonight. They didn't care.

With the commotion, they continued to make their way off, with at least Quinn in their possession.

Hopefully, a Republic Senator as well.

 

[Dominic Praxon]

The moment the Ssi-Ruuk struck Lyra down, Dominic's stomach dropped. "Hey! Hey!" His voice cracked sharper than intended as he took an involuntary step forward. "That is not necessary!"

The words sounded absurd even to him. As though diplomacy still belonged in this scenario. As though he still had some bargaining chip

The butt of a rifle slammed into the side of his head. Light exploded behind his eyes. Dominic staggered sideways, catching himself against a crate before collapsing to one knee. Sound became muffled. He tasted blood.

Then came the blaster shot. His head snapped up. "Quinn!"

The cry tore from him before he could stop it. For a heartbeat he thought she was dead.

The sight of her crumpling, wounded and bleeding, ripped through him far more effectively than the blow to his skull ever could. Fear replaced pain. Raw and immediate. "I'll go with you." He forced himself upright. "I'll go willingly. I won't struggle. I won't resist. Just spare her life."

The Ssi-Ruuk exchanged glances. A clawed hand seized the back of Dominic's collar. He did not fight. What would have been the point?

The retreating aliens had already won. Clearly they had everything they wanted, which probably meant they had a full copy of their mission logs.

As they dragged him toward the shuttle ramp, Dominic's thoughts drifted somewhere beyond the hangar. Beyond the blasters. Beyond the fear. Tatiana. He found himself hoping for her safety. Hoping she would not do something reckless trying to find him.

The shuttle ramp began to rise. Only then did he see her. Not Tatiana. Bastila.

Through the narrow viewport of the closing ramp, framed by emergency lights and smoke, he caught sight of her on the far side of the hangar.

Their eyes met for the briefest instant. A thousand words said in a moment.

The ramp sealed shut. The engines roared. And as Outbound Flight fell away beneath them, Dominic and Quinn disappeared into the stars.

Tatiana Sah Lyra Zan Atlas Drake Bastila Sal-Soren Ishtar-Array Novac Lyrikal​

 

[Malleus]

The Ssi-Ruu shuttle tore free from the dying battle like a parasite abandoning a wounded host.

Behind it, the Republic's great Outbound vessel burned. Fire rolled across exposed decks. Emergency beacons flickered in the void. Countless lives were now reduced to damage reports, casualty estimates and grieving families who had yet to learn their loss. The attack would leave scars long after the flames had been extinguished.

The shuttle did not look back.

Within its cramped hold, the surviving raiders filled the air with sharp clicks and guttural exchanges. Their weapons were still stained from the fighting. Their eyes bright with the lingering thrill of survival. They spoke amongst themselves in rapid bursts, reliving moments of violence and victory.

Yet among them sat two figures who shared none of their celebration.

The Republic Senator Dominic Praxon and Quinn Varanin, Princess of Echan.

Both had been restrained, both were stripped of the authority they carried only hours before. They were spoils. Prizes from the war, taken with glee or perhaps they were something else entirely.

The answer came when the comm-unit crackled.

The effect was immediate as every sound aboard the shuttle died. Ssi-Ruu Heads turned and their weapons lowered along with their voices. The shuttle's leader rose from its seat and approached the console with visible reluctance.

A claw hovered above the activation switch and for a moment it hesitated before it pressed down allowing static to fill the compartment.

To all in that ship the temperature seemed to drop almost to an uncomfortable level.

[Did you obtain it?]

The voice was wrong to their ears. It wasn’t distorted or mechanical. It was just wrong. It carried no emotion just as it held no anger or disappointment. Yet hearing it felt like listening to something that had never been meant to speak.

The Ssi-Ruu leader lowered its gaze as it seemed to find its words.

"We did not."

Silence answered, a terrible spreading silence that made the whole shuttle seem to change.

Dominic would feel it first. It was a pressure, not like one was physically being pressed, not quite. It was a sensation that had settled behind his eyes as though something vast had turned its attention towards the shuttle. It arrived without warning. A cold spike driven through the skull. Every instinct screamed that they were no longer alone.

For a heartbeat Dominic became aware of the impossible scrutiny of countless unseen eyes. They felt beyond him, just outside the boundaries of perception. They were watching. They were measuring. Every passing moment made the realisation that they were judging.

The sensation vanished as suddenly as it had arrived, leaving only the lingering ache behind his eyes.

Around him, several of the Ssi-Ruu had physically recoiled.

One made a nervous clicking noise causing another to immediately silence it. After which no one dared speak.

"We were denied access to the mainframe," the leader continued carefully. "The defenders prevented our entry." Nothing came from the comm to question his failure or his pause. The silence just stretched. A silence that the creatures aboard the shuttle seemed to fear more than any response.

Then at last the comm spoke again. [You took prisoners.] It wasn’t a question.

The shuttle leader swallowed.

"We did."

Again that impossible stillness filled the shuttle along with the sensation that something was thinking very slowly about the fate of those aboard. A feeling that it was simply operating on a level beyond ordinary understanding.

[Take them to Lwhekk.] The order struck the compartment like an executioner's axe instantly causing discomfort and several of the raiders visibly stiffened.

The shuttle leader lowered its head in absolute submission. "We took great risks to secure these captives."

In response, for the first time, something resembling irritation entered the silence. It didn’t come from the voice itself, more from whatever existed behind it. The sensation lasted less than a second but it was enough.

Every creature aboard froze.

[Take them to Lwhekk.] Nothing more followed and the channel went dead.

No one moved and no one spoke. The conversation being an unofficial conclusion and the announcement that the celebrations were over. Whatever victories had been won aboard the Republic vessel no longer mattered.

Only the will of someone that made monsters afraid.

VENI





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