Planet at the Edge of the Verse | Rebellion of Hex G-50

[Sibar Laval]

Location: Terminus Underworld
Allies: First Order
Enemies: ORC, [member="Zak Amroth"]

Sibar turned back towards the entrance of the underworld. "Alright, I want the flametroopers going in first to make the first impression. Flametroopers, MOVE UP!" Very shortly after Sibar barked the order, the 15 flametroopers of the platoon moved forward into the underworld. A few seconds afterwards smoke could already be seen. Sibar gave a wicked smile under his helmet as he saw the smoke rise "Okay the rest of you are with me, LETS MOVE!" Sibar marched into the underworld, quickly noticing the flametroopers hard at work torching the street and buildings. "Attention scum of the underworld! Your meaningless gang war must come to an end now as demanded by the First Order. Those that resist will be killed without a second thought, comply and you just might live through this." Sibar commanded to the underworld citizens. The stormtroopers behind Sibar would proceed storming any building that wasn't on fire, forcing out it's occupants and killing those that tried to stop them. Sibar simply watched over the carnage and made sure everything went as the First Order planned, this place would burn and nothing would stop Sibar from doing it.

 

[Yula Perl]

Location: Gang hideout, tied to a chair
Objective: Attempt an escape
Enemies: These guys
Allies: ORC (eventually, maybe)
Nearby: [member="Luther Ando"] [Ike Parker]

“Joza Perl, huh?” The first man who’d spoken, a Gamorrean by the name of Rog, rubbed his chin with a lecherous smile. “Think I’ve seen her in an old holomag. Might still have a copy of it. She’s got big t—”

“Okay! Ew, gross.” Yula cut in sharply, on the verge of gagging. Her mother had some interesting exploits in her youth, but Yula did not need to know details. She’d pretend she hadn’t heard that. “I know I’m your captive, but you don’t have to torture me.”

Rog seemed to take offense to that—whether he was insulted by her insinuation or the fact that she was talking so much, Yula didn’t know. It didn’t matter, not when the Gamorrean approached her with heavy steps meant to intimidate.

“You’ve got a mouth on you! What, you think your mommy too good for me?” A snarl curled his words into something mocking as he leaned down to bring his face closer to her’s.

“Yes!” Yula readily agreed. “She doesn’t like pig-men. Thinks they’re all disgusting and…” Pausing to pull her face away, Yula’s expression soured. “…in need of a breath mint. She prefers her men slender, like that one.” She nodded over toward the Chiss, having no idea what her mother’s taste in men was. “Or the pretty ones, like him.” Now she gestured towards Ike, the apparent human of the bunch. “She’d definitely jump his bones before she’d even go near your fat, ugly…uh, everything.”

Rog pulled away, anger seeped into his features so harshly she swore that there was steam coming out of his nose. Yula tensed up, preparing to be struck, but the pig-man turned on his heel and stomped back towards the other two gangsters. “So! You think you’re better than a fat, ugly pig-man! Isn’t that right, pretty boy?”

The Chiss snorted. “Please, everyone is better than you, R—warrgh!” The Gamorrean’s anger boiled to the surface in the form of a backhand, his superior size and strength sending the lithe Chiss sprawling across the room. Next, he refocused on Ike…or rather, his fist refocused on Ike.

Yula sat back, watching the brawl with no small amount of hidden glee. She’d considered herself fortunate that she’d been captured by one of the dumber, less organized gangs. They weren’t hardened criminals most likely, just stupid kids who made easy mistakes. Then again, she’d made the easy mistake of getting captured, so perhaps she had more in common with them than she initially thought. Regardless, she still needed to get out of these binds and away from the building. With her hands tied behind her back, she pressed one finger to the rope around her wrist and concentrated. A small wisp of flame slowly burned through the ties, gradually loosening the rope. The tricky part was that she couldn’t exactly see what she was doing, but hopefully they wouldn’t either.

Great bursts of flame from outside reflected off of the small glass window a few feet from her. Oh great, who the hell was torching buildings now? A rival gang? That was a bit much, even for the criminals here on Terminus. Fire was messy, and you didn’t want to risk burning down your own territory or stock.

"Attention scum of the underworld! Your meaningless gang war must come to an end now as demanded by the First Order. Those that resist will be killed without a second thought, comply and you just might live through this."

Ohh. Okay, this was bad. Real bad. It also made sense, but was still bad. Exhaling slowly, she kept on concentrating until she felt the flame nick the skin of her wrist.

Time to make a graceful exit.

 

[Progflaw99]

Location: FIV Wrath, Hangar Bay​

Objective: Hunt
Allies: The First Order | [member="Kyrel Ren"] | [member="Jorah zos Darnus"]​

Enemies: Outer Rim Coalition | [member="Vorhi Alestrani"] | [member="Coren Starchaser"] | [member="Kahne Porte"]​

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Like a gust of wind Sieger strode into the hangar. In a theatrical flourish his hands rose to his sides, eyes flashing with a flame unseen since his youth. "You, disciples. My fighting Knights of Ren - today.. We go to war. War against the Jedi, war against the lawless and vile upon our borders. Join with me, and together we shall introduce them to the bite of our blades." His feet carried him further into the hangar, stopping just before an ornate wardrobe. Engraved metal, embossed corners. With little more than a twitch of his fingers the doors opened revealing the armor inside. It too was ornate, though it was easy to tell it was more than that.

Arms outstretched he waited expectantly, an eye towards those initiates that served at Sieger's beck and call. It was their duty to armor their lord - reminiscent of antiquity. Sieger himself seemed resigned to continue speaking as they clad the Supreme Leader in his armor. As they fit it to his body, their hands would briefly intrude upon the visual screen that gave the Supreme Leader his human form, the armor fitting awkwardly. At least, it would seem so from their close proximity. "Narby is a bastion of light, a shimmering beacon that cannot be ignored - we must snuff it out like the dilatory candle it is. We will put an end to hope."

Upon the doors of the ornate cabinet hung Sieger's own personal array of weapons, some familiar, some wholly foreign. "Prepare, for our time has come."

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Location: FIV Wrath, Command Bridge
Objective: Redirect Communications, Assess, Assess, Assess.
Character: Admiral Radham
Allies: First Order | [member="Rae-Anna Ku"]
Enemies: [member="Atlas Drake"]

"Sir, we're getting something on long range sensors - looks pretty fragmented, we're getting a lot of secondary pings and signal drop."
Admiral Radham had been notified fifteen minutes prior, a thin crease spreading across his features as he eyed the readouts with a twinge of concern. The Wrath had been in system hardly a few minutes before they'd picked up on approaching vessels from at least two differing vectors. Since then the bridge had been a flurry of activity - not to mention the rest of the ship. Admiral Radham however had seized hold of the situation. Cold as ice. This it was when the unknown fleet suddenly appeared in system he was not caught off guard - much less when the initial scans suggested it was of Coalition makeup. *Why am I not surprised.* he chided himself. There had been strange signals coming from the Saijo system but to find that the Coalition was involved was the icing on the cake. "Remind Grand Admiral Rausgeber he has fleet control and we remain at his disposal - but get us in a support position, no sense in putting ourselves out there."

Already the various hangars of the Wrath were a torrent of activity, fighter screens pouring from its hull - albeit in a defensive posture. "Sir, getting comm traffic directed at us by the fleet approached from Saijo." A brief sneer sent the corner of the Admiral's lips in a downturn, he wasn't prepared to take comms from what appeared to be a beleaguered enemy. "Patch in the Executioner - we'll let them deal with this. That's Captain Lupus if I remember correctly." The FIV Executioner had been Sieger's flagship. Before the Wrath - and Captain Lupus was trustworthy and an able officer. Admiral Radham had other concerns, like the giant target the Wrath would no doubt have painted on its back.

 

[Progflaw99]

Location: Former Alliance Embassy/ Recruitment Facility
Objective: Infiltration
Enemies: The Outer Rim Coalition | [member="Elaine Thul"] | [member="Sol Stazi"]
Allies: First Order | [member="Isobel Nakano"] | [member="Delilah Graham"] | [member="Dominic Craig"]

Like her companion Lotus, Mockingbird too had assumed an identity that would decidedly conceal her First Order origin. It had been an easier transition for the veteran field agent - she already sported atypical piercings, even a few tattoos. Granted, having synthflesh tattooed was just about the easiest thing in the world. Anything remotely proprietary to the First Order had been stripped from her augment and while it meant they'd be going in with less tricks up her sleeve than usual, Val wasn't half as concerned as she thought she should be.

"Had better days. Maybe this one better?" Her somewhat broken common hinted at an origin well outside the realm of the First Order. For this op, Val had seamlessly shifted to one of her well known legends - Mira Orantis. The weathered leather jacket fit like an old hug, dark eye makeup concealing the fatigue she felt. It was a giant step away from the professional appearance she was so used to maintaining these days. The weight of the blade in her boot felt strange, so long had it been. It wouldn't matter though - she wasn't here to fight, at least not yet.

With a wink and a tilted smile, she nodded towards their destination. "Hope they still need volunteers."

 

[Robogeber]

Allies: [member="Sieger Ren"] | [member="Rae-Anna Ku"]
Enemies: [member="Atlas Drake"] | [member="Khonsu Amon"]
Location: FIV Pellaeon, Terminus System
Objective: Seize command

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The Imperator sat still aboard the command deck, watching the world below him. This was it, the final frontier of the Galactic Alliance, absorbed into the First Order juggernaut.The last real remnant of their broken power, taken in by the First Order. And what a gem it was. Terminus, one of the few logistically important hubs left, to be taken into account. Privately, the Grand Admiral reckoned that the world should have been annexed earlier, but the machinations of Supreme Leader Ren were of course, typically beyond him. Still, something of resentment stirred within Rausgeber. After having arrived aboard the FIV Wrath, pride of the First Order, he had been humiliatingly reassigned to the Pellaeon. Of course that was his nominal command, but the order still stung his ego. Was he not one of Supreme Leader's most dutiful servants?

"Grand Admiral, we have a priority transmission from the Wrath." The Signals Officer barked, "Admiral Radham is withdrawing the Wrath to the rear, you are in executive command of the fleet now." As it always should have been. Rausgeber cursed Radham for undermining his authority. It may have been by Supreme Leader's orders, but it nonetheless felt emasculating to see his own chance at ultimate supremacy taken from him. But in any case, it felt good to be back in charge.

“Alert all commands to redeploy the fleet, on my mark.” Rausgeber commanded, “Defensive pattern Omikron.” He coolly ordered, before turning to the sensor screen. The bridge of the Pellaeon had been renovated to suit the command peculiarities of its commanding officer. Data screens had been installed, allowing the droid to process data faster, and more effectively. Giving the First Order, at least theoretically an advantage. The droid turned to the immediate sensor display, and watched as the First Order fleet, slowly moved to reinforce the Pellaeon’s position. “Do we have an update, on the Saijo situation?” He inquired.

“The Wrath reports that it picked up a vessel entering the system Grand Admiral.” The Signals Officer informed him, “It came out of sector four, and appears to be of Kathol origin.” The droid looked at the sensor data, and manually put in the new contact. The Outback, eh? It seemed the rumours and sensor pings had some bite to them. Intriguing. “However, all contact has been officially deferred to the Executioner.” The report had to be replayed a number of times. He'd been undermined. Of course, of course that’s what happened. The droid seethed with bitterness. But he would allow it. Even though the anathema of security was being deferred to royalty. Foreign royalty even. The nerve of it.

“No matter.” The droid continued, pushing aside these setbacks. He was still in command, and now would control the fleet. “Brace for further contacts.” The Imperator warned, “If this vessel is Coalition vermin, once one appears, there will only be more.”

 

[Cathul Thuku]

OOC: Fleet composition will be disclosed when the action starts.

Location: Saijo -> Outer Terminus system
Allies: ORC [member="Atlas Drake"] [member="Khonsu Amon"]
Enemies: FO [member="Sieger Ren"] [member="Robogeber"]
Objective: Escort refugees from Saijo

"Load ordnance now, on the double; I want all squadrons ready to take off and engage the enemy if it came to it. Battle stations! For now, however, weapons hold" Cathul blared, while still in hyperspace.

"Roger, roger" the hangar chief acknowledged.

"We shall show the Nagai"

Therapy Command, while a crucial component of the fleet flying under the All Flags moniker, was also, well, not the first on-scene. Not just Admiral Stone of the Kathol Navy, whose arrival would come, hopefully, any time soon. And, upon reversion, with a variety of warships in tow, it appears that the Utopia was first on-scene, and also it was the ship that requested medvac before it left the scene, presumably to prevent it from falling either under or to enemy hands. I hope that these Nagai refugees were worth being a little late to Terminus so that I could save them back there, the white Twi'lek thought, while the hangars were buzzing with activity. The fighters were getting refueled and armed, as was the case when there was a likelihood of engagement. But here there was no Excubitor anymore to tell her apart from other ORC commanders. Although that ship was iconic of Therapy Command to the eyes of the First Order, it was destroyed over Skor. And yet, she could sense a bad feeling about this, while also sensing that whatever survivors from the Excubitor that somehow remained in active service would want to avenge their fallen comrades. Especially when there is so much at stake here: Terminus was called as such because it was at the confluence of major hyperlanes, and whoever controls it has a serious trade and logistical advantage in this region. But the poodoo was falling into place here as the largest two First Order contacts in this system were identified, right after the Utopia was:

"Broadcast our arrival over the ORC FLEETCOM channel"

"Channel open" the communications officer reported, now that [member="Atlas Drake"], along with the other commanders of the other regional fleets making up the All Flags Armada, was on the secured FLEETCOM channel, or whatever accomplished that function among the All Flags.

"This is Therapist Actual, commanding officer of Therapy Command, reporting in for duty. Although I'm a little late, because of the sheer volume of Nagai stragglers Therapy Command had to take care of, today is the day where the All Flags Armada will be assembled and operate as one for the first time. Today we are putting aside any past differences each of the regions may have had to serve a greater cause. Stay on the lookout for signs of Shakuran activity. Therapist Actual, over" Cathul broadcasted over FLEETCOM channels so that every ship within the All Flags Armada en route to Terminus would hear the broadcast, just moments before reversion.

"Initiating scans" the sensor technician reported. "The First Order brought their largest two ships in the system: the Pellaeon and the Wrath. Identifying the remaining signatures, admiral"

"Prepare microjump trajectories based on the positions of enemy key assets! Even if we end up being either topside or underneath their plane, the one thing I want is that the microjump trajectories be aft of the Pellaeon since it is the easier of the two to confront!"

Weapons hold meant that the fleet was not to open fire at anybody until the fleet was under attack, or ordered to fire. For now it was prudent not to fire at the First Order until they do, but the pilots all over Therapy Command, fighter or capital ship, must be ready to microjump at various locations to get the best angles for attacking what would then be targets of opportunity. It was risky, and she knew it would not be without risks, then again, if Therapy Command had significant elements both above and below them, there may be a chance to take not just a few First Order assets down, but also catch them off-guard. Which, in turn, could make her and her allies vulnerable to the Shakurans, if the Shakurans chose to confront the ORC again here in Terminus' orbit. If it came to a shooting engagement, and we lose it, then the entire Saijo evacuation may as well have been a monumental waste of time and resources, she thought, as she was patiently watching over the sensor console for any hostile intent from the First Order's fleet in the system. Then and only then could she have the microjump maneuver take place, not before.

 

[Tiland Kortun]

[member="Vorhi Alestrani"] [member="Coren Starchaser"] [member="Kahne Porte"]
[member="Sieger Ren"] [member="Kyrel Ren"]
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"In most cases, Vorhi," Tiland said from behind the two, "You would be correct." For once the old Jedi's hair was combed and brushed. "But in this instance, I was instructing some Younglings on how not to prank a Jedi Master." A hint of humor rang from his voice as he spoke, the staff echoing on the deck. His hair was still wet, but there was a bit of a glimpse left along his lips that resembled a bright berry jam.

Yet that disappeared from his voice as his gaze looked into the distance. A frown etched across his face. Menace lurked in the distance and a powerful presence he had encountered before, felt through the Force, but never in person. This time, it felt different. Wilder, focused. A predator.

"Something evil approaches." His voice was flat and he rolled his shoulders. "We must be ready for whatever comes. Master Starchaser, you are the one most familiar with this ship and space precautions. What would you suggest?"

The man's bright eyes peeped out from underneath his heavy brows. "Vorhi, you and I may need to return to our old shenanigans." There was a hint of laughter as he said that. "But let us hope that neither of us end up being more disarmed than we already are at this point." Abruptly, his tone shifted. "Have you worked on your grapples and adjustments since we last saw each other?"

 

[Veino Garn]

ALLIANCE EMBASSY ​

[member="Sol Stazi"] [member="Elaine Thul"]​

[member="Dominic Craig"] [member="Isobel Nakano"] [member="Val Kordova"] [member="Delilah Graham"]​

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Every Force Order had its specialty. It was the things that differentiated them from all the rest of the space wizards, besides their colored laser sword preferences. It just so happened that for the Jensaarai, theirs was espionage, intrigue, and skulduggery. They had centuries to perfect their blend of the Force and traditional espionage skills.

Since his ascension to Saraai-Kaar, the Keeper of Truth, supreme and final leader of the Jensaarai, Veino intended to use those to good notice. He already had Underground and SpyNet connections, along with what remnants of the SIS lingered in the Outer Rim.

All of these he had melded with the even more secretive network of his own order to begin to forge what, in time, would be a formidable, albeit small operation. They would never have the funding or resources of the SIS or GRIM, which he had spent time working with a long time ago.

They didn't need it. The Force would make up for that lack of physical credits. He stood in the control room, dressed in his traditional great-coat, scarred and lean face pale as he studied the reports. Several months ago, they had caught a sudden increase in gang violence on Terminus. All things considered, that wouldn't have been their concern, except family contacts in the region said it erupted after a cease-fire and showed no signs of holding to the usual gang violence patterns.

So, he had come out here and set up a base of operations in the old Alliance embassy. It still functioned as a representative of the Alliance in Exile and once he explained his position and role, they allowed him entrance and he had full access to Alliance resources.

The gang war had been odd. Even odder was the First Order showing up to annex the system, especially if the reports that the Wrath had arrived were correct. He stood, hand stroking his chin as he contemplated.

Blaster fire caught his attention and he turned to stride from the room. His hand-cannon hung low at his hip, dangling beneath the tails of the coat, while the lightsaber remained carefully hidden within the garment's voluminous folds. He turned and strode out, not as quickly as Thul and her private army, but enough to get a sense of what was happening. He hung back, lounging against the wall others sought to bring some sense of organization to the influx of refugees that had come flooding in. Tillian family ships were scheduled to come and evacuate those who wished to leave and bring relief supplies for those left behind. According to Aeshi's last report, they would arrive in three hours.

Veino caught a glimpse of the stormtroopers before they pulled back away from the embassy. He frowned. They were getting bolder to get so close. Yet with the Sharukan in close pursuit, greater concerns would be coming their way.

"Captain," Veino said as he walked over. "Is everything alright?" There was just a touch of emphasis in his words to indicate he was asking more than the words implied. "The colonel's catching a breather before the next round. Should I get her before she requested?"

Veino eyed the man carefully, sifting through the clues of body language, and opening himself up to the Force to sense what was happening inside the man.

Yet for all that, Veino was casual. Calm. Hardly ruffled at all by the sudden incursion.

 

[Vorhi Alestrani]

Location: A floating target
Objective: Entertain some guests
Guest lists: [member="Tiland Kortun"] [member="Coren Starchaser"] [member="Kahne Porte"] and the numerous other Jedi
Party crashers: [member="Sieger Ren"] [member="Kyrel Ren"] [member="Jorah zos Darnus"] and the numerous other knights of Ren.


Vorhi nodded as Tiland approached. It was refreshing to see him be the late one for once. "I tend to encourage such tactics," he said with a nod. "Free evasive training, and then you get a workout chasing and restraining the errant students," he said with a slight chuckle. "Then again, i never did run this tight of a shi--"

The interruption hit a sudden note. Tilund felt it. Vorhi saw....oh, feth. "Hmm. Interesting." He listened to Tilund and nodded. "I've been practicing a few tricks. Some of them are hand to hand, others...well, let's just say some things are best saved for a unfair fight," he said, tapping his hat slightly. He really, really wished he could wink right now. That was what most near-humans would do. He sighed a little. "This should prove....interesting, I think."


After all, they were on the edges of civilized space. Interesting was always in good supply.

 

[Sol Stazi]

Location: Old Embassy Complex
Objective: Keep Watch
Allies: Outer Rim Coalition - [member="Elaine Thul"] | [member="Veino Garn"]
Enemies: The First Order - [member="Dominic Craig"] (nearby) | [member="Isobel Nakano"] | [member="Val Kordova"]
Equipment: Blast Vest, A320 Rifle, SSK-7 Heavy Blaster, Alliance Adjudicator, Vibroknife

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OUTER WALL​

EMBASSY GROUNDS​

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Sol took a long hard look into the eyes of [member="Dominic Craig"], this so called LaRoche character.

The duros captain spit absentmindedly, showing no signs of being moved whatsoever by Draven's sob story. Truthfully, it sounded plausible enough. It was a standard Imperial tactic to move into a sector, agitate unrest, and pick fights with the locals. By now the First Order had become very practiced at manufacturing casus belli. But then, there were a few holes in this one's story. How had he known to run straight here? And who had ever heard of a spice addict with seemingly rock solid reflexes? This was starting to seem more and more above his pay grade.

"Enough!" Stazi growled, by now the human had been reduced to a pleading mess, "You bring heat to our door, you get the cuffs, understand? We'll send some boys to check out your story, but in case you haven't noticed we've got other problems right now."

Sol pointed up, where even from a high orbit it was possible to make out the profile of the Imperial super star destroyer currently parked far above Terminus' atmosphere.

"This one sure picked a bad day to pick a fight with a gang of bucketheads," he chuckled as his men roughly spun LaRoche around, and slapped a pair of stun cuffs onto the human's wrists, "Our orders are to stay put and keep a lookout, give him to the Thuls. Tell em not to hurt him too bad until we see what's what."

"Captain, is everything alright?"

Stazi flinched, hurriedly disguising his grimace before he turned to acknowledge [member="Veino Garn"] with a curt nod. There weren't a lot of people that could approach a trained Twilight commando unnoticed, it was one of many reasons he was unsettled by the Jedi and their nonsensical superstitions. This one didn't seem so bad, at least he knew how to fight or so Major Sunfell claimed.

"Everything's fine, m'lord. Just a bit of flirting with the enemy," Sol explained, adding just enough facetiousness to his formal tone. Almost as an afterthought, he glanced over at LaRoche, "Oh and we found this one skulking around, about to get shot or so he claims. Figured command would want him on ice until we put the feelers out. You want to walk him over to Thultown? Those guys give me the creeps, and we gotta stand our post anyway."

 

[Zak Amroth]

Location: Terminus Undercity
Objective: Vigilante Justice
Allies: Outer Rim Coalition - [member="Yula Perl"] | [member="Dax Fyre"]
Enemies: The First Order - [member="Sibar Laval"] (nearby) | [member="Luther Ando"]
Equipment: Expeditionary Suit, Hand Cannon, Lightsaber, Backup Sabers

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TERMINUS LOWRISE​

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One hand still gripping the escarpment of the cloudscraper's crumbling ledge, in his other Zak focused the broken half of a set of macrobinoculars that he used as a spyglass to get a closer look at the Imperial flametroopers. All his life he had heard stories of Imperial brutality, but growing up so far removed from the rest of the galaxy on the streets of Jedha City, it wasn't until he saw it now with his own eyes that he knew why his family had sacrificed everything to oppose them. Entire families forced out of their homes, anyone who put up a fight was being gunned down in the street like animals.

"Attention scum of the underworld! Your meaningless gang war must come to an end now as demanded by the First Order. Those that resist will be killed without a second thought, comply and you just might live through this."

Deputy Amroth didn't know much about First Order uniforms, but he was willing to bet that the one shouting orders at people was the one calling the shots. A few quick enhanced leaps and he now had a better angle. Using an old trick, one of the first he had discovered when his abilities first manifested, Zak used the Force to throw his voice. It echoed out from all directions, loud enough for [member="Sibar Laval"] to hear as clearly as if they were standing a few meters from each other.

"Who are you to make demands of the Rim? This planet is protected."

A shadow landed behind the flametrooper commander. With a flourish of his cloak, the Rogue Padawan revealed not only himself but a dead stormtrooper hanging limply in his hands. He tossed the soldier's corpse roughly and it landed with a thud between them. Zak's right hand edged down towards his belt holster, towards the grip of a deadly looking Alliance marine issue heavy blaster.

"We don't need your kind of justice. So scram!"

 

[Luther Lewis]

Agent Ike Parker – Codename: Firebrand
Gang Hideout
[member="Yula Perl"]

Spoiler

Ike looked on in wry amusement as the tiny pink lady berated pig-face (another name he couldn’t remember, it was a wonder how he’d made it as an agent for so long). For such a small woman, she sure did have a big mouth. He tensed up as the Gamorrean came closer to Yula, but relaxed as the alien pulled away without harming the prisoner. Ike needed the Zeltron intact for delivery. Well, mostly intact.

His shoulders tensed again as his comrade now rounded upon him. “So! You think you’re better than a fat, ugly pig-man! Isn’t that right, pretty boy?”. Ike rolled his eyes, knowing that whatever he said would only anger the gang member more. The Chiss man wasn’t so smart. “Please, everyone is better than you, R—warrgh!”. The strength of the Gamorrean’s backhand was enough to send the Chiss flying. Ike stood still, dumfounded, until the fist came back around and smacked him right in the face.

His world tilted wildly as he soared through the air, only stopping as he collided against the wall. He curled up on the floor, groaning, until he mustered the will to rise again. He let out a string of swears as pain blossomed across his back. He was going to be black and blue tomorrow.

Pig-face had moved onto the Chiss, fortunately, so hopefully Ike could get the drop on him. He crossed the floor, spotting the squirming prisoner. “Don’t try anything funny” Ike warned Yula. “Make me come over there and I'll- OOF”. The breath was knocked out of him as the Gamorrean barrelled into him. Ike scrabbled back, as the hulking monster tried to grapple him, and rose to his feet.

The Chiss was dead, his neck was bent at an awkward angle. The Gammorean stalked forward, a wide grin plastered over his face. Ike felt a swell of pain from the bruises on his back and decided he didn’t to go another round with the alien. Not in a fair fight at least.

He pulled a switchblade from his pocket and waved it threateningly at the Gamorrean. “Stay back Ru… Ra… whatever your name is…” Ike spluttered. The smile dropped from the alien, to be replaced by a hateful glare. “It is Rog, pretty boy” Even his speech sounded porcine, causing Ike to laugh inwardly. “That’s a cute knife, kid. Lemme show you mine”. Rog pulled a big machete from his belt, giving it a few test swipes before stalking forward once more.

“Oh feth” Ike swore.

 

[Kaiah Nihl]

Kaiah Nihl, Disciple of Ren.
Equipment: Crimson Lightsaber, Flame Retardant Robes.
Location: FIV Wrath - Hangar.
Allies: [member="Sieger Ren"] | [member="Kyrel Ren"] | [member="Jorah zos Darnus"]
Enemies: [member="Vorhi Alestrani"] | [member="Coren Starchaser"] | [member="Kahne Porte"] | [member="Tiland Kortun"]

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Something had broken within her, something critical that all sane people possessed. Her life had fractured, broken, and not truly put back together in the same way. It was much like looking through a stain glass window. Bizarre and confusing, to be sure, but she had adjusted.

The Knights of Ren did not fear much, but they were wary of her. Feral some called her. Lunatic, others. Kaiah didn’t care. No one would understand, save perhaps Sieger. The Supreme Leader was here and, of course, she had followed. Seeing him in the flesh again was disconcerting, akin to seeing a god in a humanoid form. But Sieger Ren was mortal, and that was a concept that his enemies would focus on. To their doom.

He padded across the hangar, barefoot, and came to a stop by Kyrel Ren. Clad in only a loose-fitting black robe, she was a stark contrast next to the Master of Ren. She listened intently as the Supreme leader spoke. ‘A bastion of Light?’ she thought. ‘Excellent’. That would mean Jedi or some other of their ilk. Finally, worthy opponents.

She fiddled, unable to keep her hands still. Flames brimmed at her fingertips, greedily looking for their chance to surge forth and consume. “Soon” Kaiah muttered, heedless of those around her. “It is not yet time to burn”.

 

[Captain August]

Location: Embassy
Allies: [member="Elaine Thul"] [member="Sol Stazi"]
Enemies: [member="Dominic Craig"] [member="Val Kordova"]
Equipment: see bio

He looked at Elaine and said My Lady, I take him to the brig. He head out of the embassy in his power armor, and grabbed the man's cuffs. Looked at him through his visor, and told him in no uncertain terms. You're coming with me! He then marched him into compound, where he saw a medic and looked at the thief in front of him. Medic, I want a full medical and cavity search on this man! The medic nodded and got out his latex gloves, he will need them for medical search. He then began moving towards a transport, in there was a cell, and facilities to do a full strip strip. He marched this man pass refugees, trying to do there laundry, and children playing in the corridors. These where the people they rescued from Saijo, from the invasion from Sharukans, they are now on route to different worlds in orc space. This was just meant to be a processing place, but the gang warfare caused problems. So they currently waiting to see how they can help with it, though these people will be sent on soon.

They went down durasteel corridors, until they reached the med bay. Right what's your name, and what drugs have you taken? ​The guy was about to be given a full medical, full x-ray and cavity search. This was to make sure he had no drugs on him, as no point making a junkie go cold turkey, with some still on him. He was also given a jumpsuit, as he was now a prisoner of house thul. This was best option, as they let him back on street, he would get killed, by gang banger or storm trooper. That would do no good, he would keep an eye on him throughout this, as junkie could not be trusted with medicine in this medical bay.

 

[Dax Perl]

Location: Terminus
Objective: Quell the unrest
Allies: [member="Zak Amroth"] | [member="Yula Perl"] | ORC
Enemies: FO
Nearby: [member="Sibar Laval"] | [member="Luther Ando"]

The Sparrow flew over the planet's surface, the vessel turned upside down so that it's pilot had to do little more than crane his neck to get a good bird's eye view of the city below. Beyond the rare flash of blaster bolts flashing through the streets, either from some gang member or maybe a First Order Stormtrooper, or maybe even one of his own Judges, the city seemed to be little more than a sleeping giant. But that was just the surface. While he couldn't see it, he could feel the fear, the anger, and all the desperation in the city below. Behind Dax's mask his jaw tightened, drawing his lips into a thin line. How did this even happen?

Pulsating orange light, irregular and wild, drew Dax's gaze as he passed over a series of building. It looked like fire, one of the few places Dax could clearly make out the effects of whatever had happened here. The Reaper passed it the light up once, before turning the ship around and making a second pass much closer to the scene. On the streets below, the Rogue could barely make out the silhouettes of men, several of whom spewed fire from themselves like dragons.

"01, drop me off on one of the roof's over there. Head back to orbit till I call for you again, keep an eye out for Sharuka."

"Yes sir." responded the droid, monotonous as ever as he began to take control of the Corvette and bring it over one of the nearby buildings.

---

Dax hit the ground with thud as he leapt from the corvette and onto the duracrete some distance away from the Flametroopers. He doubted they missed the ship making a quick, low, and very loud pass over them. The Rogue began to leap from building to building, with a little help from the Force, beginning to close the distance between the himself and the trespassers. With any luck civilians had made it out. But from the sounds of blaster fire grimly suggested otherwise. He had to be fast.

 

[Rae-Anna Ku]

Location: FIV Executioner
Objective: Make The Words
Allies: [member="Robogeber"] | [member="Sieger Ren"]
Enemies: [member="Atlas Drake"] | [member="Khonsu Amon"]

​

She didn't intend to be on the FIV Executioner.

Her departure from Commenor came to a shock to many people, she was sure. She didn't feel comfortable remaining while Commenor were swearing themselves to the Silver Jedi. Instead she chose to leave, make her home in First Order space. She expected to be put to work but she didn't expect to be assigned to the former flagship of the Supreme Leader, she didn't expect to be told to speak, to use her authority as the Princess of Commenor.

She didn't expect it, yet it was happening.

She had been ordered from her quarters by a large stormtrooper. She had been escorted through the bowels of the ship and into a turbolift. She had been told to remain silent as they climbed the ship. She had been told to remain silent as the elevator came to a stop. She had been told to remain silent as she stepped from the elevator. She was told to remain silent as they walked through a large room full of naval officers.

They walked out onto the bridge.

She blinked. She didn't expect to be walking out into the bridge. The Captain stepped forward towards her, his name plaque reading Captain Lupus. It was a name she had never heard, but he figured that it was time to learn about him quickly. She studied his walking style as he moved towards her, studied the way he held himself when he stopped in front of her. The trooper besides her instantly stood at attention, Rae looking up as he did.

"So.. you must be the new girl who I've been assigned"

He looked down to her. She knew he didn't want an answer.

"Well, you may be of use to us. Arriving in the system is a ship of Kathol origin. They want to open communications and I've been promised you are the best negotiator on board"

She looked up to him. She was confused.

"You will be in charge of communication. If you do well, you may have a future within the First Order"

She blinked. He gestured.

She stepped forward with him. She walked down the centre of the bridge, eyes flicking around. The space outside was black and quiet, although it was likely to become a warzone sooner rather than later. The Captain was shouting orders, getting ready for her to take command of the communication. She would make it clear that the First Order would accept surrender. She didn't have a choice, she was doing as she was told.

Then she got the signal.

"KRV Utopia. I've been informed that you requested a commanding officer. My name is Officer Ku, Princess of Commenor and officer aboard the FIV Executioner. You are tresspassing on territory that the First Order has declared it's own. We are willing to give you a chance to leave the sector unharmed. If you do not comply, we will be forced to take action against your vessel, and I don't believe either side wants that"

There was going to be a fight.

She expected it.

 

[Yula Perl]

Location: Trash
Objective: Head to the starport
Enemies: Gangsters, FO
Nearby FO: [member="Luther Ando"] [Ike Parker] | [member="Sibar Laval"]
Nearby ORC: [member="Zak Amroth"] | [member="Dax Fyre"]

Her plan had worked like a charm. Dumb and dumber were preoccupied with beating the hell out of each other, so it was time for Yula to make her escape. She made sure to keep her gaze away from the window until the last possible moment, not wanting to give away her motives completely.

It was a shame that the human had managed to relieve her of blaster while the Chiss tied her up, but that was par for the course. With any luck, her ship would still be intact and she’d manage to slip into the starport unnoticed. Leaving the planet was out of the question at this point, but every good smuggle kept weapons and ammo aboard. Never knew when you’d run into pirates or customs officials.

Yula relaxed her arms completely, shoulders to wrists to fingers, letting the rope run slack against the chair. She stood carefully, eyes fixated on the pair as she covered the short distance to the window. The moment before she intended to vault herself from the building, however, she noticed that her arm was on fire.

Oops.

“Woah—!!” Haphazardly waving her now blazing arm, the Zeltron stumbled backwards out the window and landed unceremoniously in the dumpster below.

“Ughh…” Picking herself up, Yula grimaced as she dug her knees into squishy garbage that had broken her fall. She ached all over and something was poking her—probably a needle, she thought wryly—but hey, the wet trash and put the fire out. Unfortunately, the blaze had singed its way through parts of her shirt, leaving the now fresh burn wounds exposed to nasty garbage juice. “Nida’s got…her work cut out for her…” She grumbled lowly, recognizing that her little sister would chide her for just about everything that had happened in the past twenty minutes, including the potentially infected wounds.

Groaning and hissing in pain, she felt around the dumpster for something sharp or hard. A thick shard of glass would have to do until she could get her hands on something more wieldy.

Maybe it was the burn wounds, but Yula felt as if the whole block was on fire while gingerly climbing out of the dumpster. People were yelling, orders were being given and someone was shouting about justice in the 'Rim. Smoke rose high into the sky at various points through the Undercity, and maybe the smell of ash wasn't just from her clothes. Her stomach dropped as she began to piece the chaotic situation together.

All things considered, it had turned out better than the last time she'd been kidnapped.

Spoiler

 

[Elaine Thul]

Location: Former Galactic Alliance Embassy
Allies: ORC [member="Sol Stazi"] [member="Veino Garn"]
Enemies: FO [member="Isobel Nakano"] [member="Dominic Craig"][member="Luther Ando"] [member="Val Kordova"]
Also Notably: [member="Sibar Laval"]

She saw her [member="Captain August "]the head of her housecarls, take the man off to medically tested and checked over, before he goes to prison. She bore him no more thought, though they had fresh issue to deal with. The First Order was known for there comptent spies, and intelligence officers. This was an issue, as she had people to protect in here. They may try and get spy in, and report back on her military strength here. Then she realized that her recruitment and training of a militia, for the planet was an issue. They where being trained on site, she would have to stop this now, and also get them training elsewhere. Though where was the question, she told her gate guards, No one enters, unless we know who they are, understood. That includes representatives of the First Order. She then repeated that to her base commander General Booth, now no one was getting in, until they had a handle on what was going on.

She head back to her room in headquarters, she didn't think she need to put her armour on. Though if the first order are here, then so was the Knights of Ren. These where a secretive order within the ranks of First Order, she needed to be ready if they did strike. Though she wanted to avoid that, she had children here to protect. She then got to her room, next to the command center. She quickly got changed into her H.T.E. Dueling Armour, and took a grenade then took a hood to protect her. She went out and addressed General Booth, ​Do we have any reports from the scouts, and can you locate me a new training facility asap. He looked and replied, No we have not made contact, but we have reports, of pyro troopers burning out the gangs. They seem to want to end the gang violence with fire. The facility for training the militia will take time to find, but we could makeshift one in a transport, and move it out of the base, and into a park. She nodded her head as to say make it so. She then gave one further order, Get what Milita we have ready, and take them into gangland. This was there planet after all, maybe they should fight for it. Though they where not numerous yet, they may help keep the fires from spreading.

 

[Dominic Craig]

Allies: @Isobel Nankano | [member="Val Kordova"]
Enemies: [member="Elaine Thul"] | [member="Captain August "]| [member="Sol Stazi"] | [member="Veino Garn"]
Objective: Suffer
Location: Ex-GA Embassy

Dominic submitted to the cuffs. Stun Cuffs, generic brand and manufacturer. An FOSB agents bread and butter. However, he held his nerve, and scowled, his face contorting hideously in malice. "Alright jerk." Dominic chided Stazi and his men, before putting his wrists out. The cuffs were stiff and firm. He stood and looked over at the newcomers, seemed that security was split here, between what seemed were a professional outfit, and militia, along with these House of Thul. Dominic's mind went to his encyclopedic knowledge of data. Alderaanian they were. And for a bunch of prissy pacifists and politicians, they seemed to be running one helluva military op here. Seemed the Bureau would need to take a look at these assholes and their affairs.

He looked in and around the facilities, with a deal of cautious reservation. Fascinating. Seemed this place had become some kind of civilian centre, as well as a military outpost. Made a possible storming of the place more difficult than it perhaps needed to be, but in any case, Craig would make no reservations. When they reached the medical centre, Craig voluntarily stripped, and answered the questions. He however gave a callous glance to the seemingly overzealous medic, before answering. "Draven LaRoche," he informed the doctors, who now had a perfect view of his body. He was battered, and bruised, stains of black hung all over his body. "And I've just done Glitterstim, in the past, you know, for parties and stuff." He then moved to his pants, which were folded, and threw out the baggie, "See, I'm no addict, or nothing, there’s no need to-!" And then the inspection began, taking Dominic entirely by surprise.

“Come on man! Was that really necessary?!” He growled. It seemed a painful eternity, but the procedure finished. Dominic felt his legs shudder and shake, and his torso quivering. “Could you have tried to be gentle?!” Craig bellowed angrily. A beat passed with him legitimately trying to smother the want to cry. There had been training for this, but this sicko, this bastard, had decided that he was gonna be thorough, rather than in and out. One of the orderlies laid down a neatly folded jumpsuit, and indicated this was his new apparel.

“What?!” The FOSB agent roared, “You think that after letting some motherkarkin’ amateur treat me like a sockpuppet, I’m gonna put on some prison orange?!” He stood up, slowly and carefully, it was an awkward process given he was cuffed, but he shook his head continuously. His whole body shuddering in a mixture of disgust, fear and humiliation. “You’re sick!” he spat at the examiner, “Sick in the head!” He slowly approached the stretcher, and began the slow, and awkward process of dressing himself back in his own clothes.

 

[Isobel Nakano]

Location: Former Alliance Embassy/Recruitment Facility
Objective: Infiltration
Enemies: The Outer Rim Coalition | [member="Elaine Thul"] | [member="Sol Stazi"] | [member="Veino Garn"]
Allies: [member="Val Kordova"] | [member="Delilah Graham"] | [member="Dominic Craig"] | [member="Luther Ando"]

"Don't think you've got to worry about that," said Isobel in her adopted cockney/lower class drawl. She was staying in character, like Mockingbird was, in case they were overheard. "Big guys always looking for little guys like us to fight and die for 'em. I just wanna earn an honest wage while doin' it and maybe see a little more than this bombed-out hellhole of a planet." She sighed and pulled her canteen from where it was slung across her body from her left shoulder to her opposite hip. She unscrewed it and took a drink of the water, swished it around her mouth and gargled for a moment before spitting it onto the iced-over pavement. "Cor, even the filtered water tastes like dog -- "

The sound of blaster fire nearby took her off guard. [member="Dominic Craig"] -- though she didn't know it was him or had even met the man -- was doing his own operation, but [member="Delilah Graham"] hadn't warned her of it, so Isobel was in ignorance. She hung back, dropping behind an icy outcropping until the smoke cleared, then turned and looked back towards the clearing where the shuttle from the city had dropped them, to see if they could possibly abort the mission and try another day. But the shuttle was gone, only a bit of exhaust frozen into clouds tracking the shuttle's retreat.

"Gonna bloody freeze to death at this rate," she said, stamping her feet for warmth. "C'mon, let's just get to the gate. If they're not takin' on, maybe they'll be good enough to let us wait in the warm for another shuttle." She hustled forward, gathering her tattered coat around her frame as they approached the Embassy gate. After a few minutes of looking around for a doorbell, she saw what looked like a callbox and pressed the buzzer. She leaned closer to it and cleared her throat. "Ahhh -- hello? Anyone there?"