Propaganda

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It was time to start the party.

An Imperial communications outpost many Miles from Kinthar was the target. The facility was sparsely manned, given the position of Balmorra deep within One Sith territory. It was illogical for anyone to attack the facility - it just didn't make sense for the Republic to seek it out.

Yet, Cyril had.

He'd contracted the services of one [member="Thane Drexel"], a smuggler of sorts that had helped Ceska get to Balmorra in the first place. He, [member="Charlene Adaska"], Ceska, and [member="Urya Uvatera"] would temporarily secure the facility and deliver their message. Thane was expected to fly them in.

The ship Cyril currently occupied was a Lambda class, a simple Imperial Shuttle he'd procured quite some time ago on Prakith. It would do the job here.

He drew in a deep breath, and centered himself as the ship approached.

[member="Hans Vaiden"], [member="Cylus Jest"]
[member="Ceska Starshield"]

 

[Hans Vaiden]

In the past few weeks, security had nearly doubled on all Imperial military installations on Balmorra. When you caught sight of Jedi roving through the neighborhood, rebels trooping through the space lanes, and insurrectionists parading about, it was always a calling for increased force protection. While most garrisons and outposts had been given extra security personnel, a few of those facilities were still in the process of receiving such reinforcements, most notably the ones further away from major cities.

The stench of fried circuits and rusted hardware assaulted Hans's senses more than the appearance of the merchant did.

"So, whatcha lookin' for, pal?" The seller asked, propping an elbow up on the counter. A greased set of overalls was his choice set of attire, along with a thick coating of axial fluid within his hair, dark splotches on any skin displayed, and an almost perfectly clean, unfitting smile to top it all off. The guy didn't look too old, probably around the age of the Imperial Captain snooping around in his Droid store affectionately named The Hydrospanner.

Hans glanced back up at the man, reeling away from an astromech that had just activated. "The sign on your window said you had some pretty old droids, my friend. How old is that exactly?"

"I dunno, man," He scrunched up his nose and made a face. "Couple thousand years or so, I think. All I know is that it's a pain in the arse to find parts for 'em. I got a few in the back if ya wanna check 'em out."

"If you'd be so kind."

The man nodded, wiping an arm across his face before disappearing into the back with another droid. A minute or two later, the two exited with about half a dozen more outlines behind them. Green eyes glittered with potential success, scouring each metallic crook and crevice in hopes of finding something unique and useful.

But, alas, he was disappointed.

"This is all you have?"

The merchant looked a little hurt, casting a glance back at his entourage of droids. "Yeah, but they're all in great condition. Look! This one even comes with a few customized add-ons for free. All the rest have updated schematics of galactic history so far and their internal harddrives and components have been patched up as best as I could."

Hans pursed his lips and strode forward to inspect them a bit closer. An ancient construction droid was the first one he appraised, with a fairly dull, dumb look to it. The next was a protocol droid, albeit much more bulkier and the look of it even seemed... menacing. Next. Hans strode across the rest of them with failing hope. Not one of these mechanical contraptions were even worth anything.

"What does the Empire even want with a few old droids like this?" The fellow asked, all innocent-like.

Captain Vaiden shot him a look. "If you know what's good for you, you'll refrain from asking questions like that." Another pained look from the merchant. "I don't see anything that interests me anyways. All of these droids are simple ones, built for useless work that I have no intention of buying."

Something mechanized stirred in the room.

"Statement: I am not useless, potential buyer. It is merely the restraining bolt that restricts my full functionality."

The seller looked disgruntled, frowning before reaching into his pocket to retrieve an ion pistol of some sort. "I'm sorry, sir. Some of these things are a bit defective."

"Wait," Hans ordered, "Which one of you spoke?"

That protocol droid stepped forward cleanly, halting with military precision. "Answer: I did, potential buyer. I am aware of your unique interests and happen to field a set of subrountines and programs that are far more superior than your average droid or organic." Orange photoreceptors turned to focus on the Captain. "Should you be so kind as to purchase me, I would be more than happy to show them to you. I am quite sure you enjoy efficiency."

Hans was intrigued. Not only had this apparently simple and menial droid spoken with such remarkable words, but its mere demeanor had changed as well. It had looked peaceful and content with its existence before Hans had spoken of it so, but now the droid fielded a much more superior stance. Its shoulders were parallel to the ground, pride glinted in its orange photoreceptors, and it strangely didn't look much like a simple protocol droid anymore.

"Are you actually a protocol droid?"

"Tentative Answer: Mostly."

The Imperial officer rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "I think I'll take it. If you've got a full description and analysis of this thing, I'd like it to be transferred to the local garrison. "

"Well, alright then." He sighed and seemed to be happy that someone had bought this old heap of uselessness, even if the buyer had been a little rude towards him. The merchant moved behind the counter again to type onto the data-console before he moved to retrieve a hydrospanner and remove the restraining bolt from the hulking protocol droid. "He's all yours now, sir. I hope he's useful to ya."

Without a word, the protocol droid moved from the line of ancient droids to stand beside Hans. Green eyes met orange as they both glared at each other.

"Commentary: Congratulations, master! I am most delighted to be freed from this most unfortunate captivity. If you'd be so kind, master, I would appreciate seeing a full inventory of your armory. After all, you have just purchased an assassination droid."

Hans was even more dumbfounded than the seller. "What? What is your designation, droid?"

"Answer: I am an HK-51 droid, master. Assassination protocols and liquidating organics are my primary purpose. Of course I still do possess the appropriate programming and system subroutines of your average protocol droid."

The Captain looked at the merchant with a wry grin. "You've just made an officer of the Empire very happy today, sir. Good day."

And with that, Hans exited The Rusty Hydrospanner with his newest companion in tow.

[member="Cyril Grayson"]

 

[huggin_munnin]

Ceska stood beside the tall man, watching the shuttle approach. It was time to act now, time to put the chips on the table. As the shuttlecraft approached, she was calm. Ceska would accept whatever fate awaited her here on Balmorra.

Maybe she was afraid, but she was wrapped so tightly in the Force that it did not matter. It gave her strength and filled her with serenity even in the face of death. If her end came today, she would die on her feet and in the Light. The thought made her smile just a little.

[member="Cyril Grayson"]
[member="Urya Uvatera"]
[member="Cylus Jest"]
[member="Hans Vaiden"]
[member="Charlene Adaska"]
[member="Thane Drexel"]l

 

[Darth Eversor]

Pleasantries were a thing of non-existence on Balmorra, especially within the more sparingly populated communities. Detritus had been called onto this planet for one reason and one reason only; exterminate anything that didn't bend at the will of the Imperials. There were certain things about the public eye, however. How they loathed the presence of both the Empire and the Sith even more-so. Detritus overheard complaints from a nearby farmer about how he could probably take down one of the Stormtroopers with his bear hands - and so, the creation felt obligated to investigate this man's perspective on how the Imperials could better treat Balmorra as a whole.

After all, Detritus was sent along with a couple of Stormtroopers to act as a "diplomat" in-case anything was to go awry. And the man was making very vulgar threats towards the trio while they were on patrol.

He would see to it that the citizens' concerns would be dealt with appropriately.

Walking up to the farmer, Detritus loomed over the fat, scruffy middle-aged gentlemen in a very negative and tense manner. The blackened eye sockets of the monstrosity's helmet gazed down at the bloke as he began to sweat a bit out of intimidation. But like any humanoid, they tended to get feisty and offended when they felt threatened. Typical.

"You gotta problem, pal? Why don't you step off and prance away with your Imperial buddies!"

The creation continued to stare down the man in an eerie silence. Scanning the individual from head to toe via his HUD.

// SCANNING...

...DNA MAKE-UP - HUMAN

...GENETIC DEFECT FOUND = TERMINAL

...POOR HEALTH CONDITION; HEART FAILURE = HIGH PROBABILITY

...THREAT = LAUGHABLE

...BEST COURSE OF ACTION = SUBJECTIVE

//

"Sir, I'll ask you once to calm yourself and leave the outskirts of the facility. Anything more and you will be detained and imprisoned for failure to comply with Imperial law."

"Imperial law? Hah! You can blow it out your ass! I've lived on this planet far longer than you karking morons!"

"Failure to comply, then. Arrest him."

The two Stormtroopers that were with Detritus both nodded as one shouldered their E-11 rifle and aimed for the disorderly man; something was obviously off with him, probably just intoxicated and got lost. As the trooper on the monstrosity's left got close to the man, he suddenly whipped out a pistol and shoved the stormtrooper away in a rage. The one aiming for the citizen had begun to pull the trigger before Detritus stuck his arm out for the soldier to cease and stand down. Confused, the Stormtrooper complied and watched as the six-foot tall creation approached the wild farmer. The soldier that had attempted the arrest was shot several times; his white plated armor being littered with scorch marks as the soldier himself hit the dirt in a very limp and dead manner.

The enraged man looked from the body of the soldier he had just killed over to the monstrosity that approached him with nothing more than absolute fear in his eyes. Detritus drew his own slugthrower and pressed firmly against the face of the petrified farmer.

"I-I-I uhhh... I was just upset! I-I promise I didn't mean any harm! Please! I have a family to feed!"

"Failure to comply; unacceptable assault on Imperial personnel."

And with one fatal squeeze of the trigger, the citizen's face was blown in two by the large caliber round fired from the creation's weapon. His corpse fell to its knees and slumped over into the dirt.

"Make a report of this, soldier."

Detritus turned around and walked away from the scene, heading back towards the facility.

Imperial hospitality at its finest.


[member="Ceska Starshield"] [member="Hans Vaiden"] [member="Cyril Grayson"]

 

[Thane Drexel]

Flicking a switch on the console, the computer replied back that they were on target for their destination.

"ETA two mikes, drop your jocks and grab your socks."

The plan was to chaos mayhem and mischief. The Rebel way. Being the drunk he was, he drank as he flew and that was always a great idea.

The contact he'd met on Nar Shadaa and her ally here in the Rebel Alliance , Balmorra branch. Thane made sure the andung area was clear and began the landing preparations.


[member="Cyril Grayson"] [member="Ceska Starshield"] [member="Cylus Jest"] [member="Hans Vaiden"]

 

[Urya Uvatera]

Urya was absolutely in love with Thane's ship, and was utterly distracted as she was stroking at a console in the drop hatch, giggling like a schoolgirl on her first date. " Oh you naughty thing! I'm a good girl!" She crooned, cheek pressed against a panel, eyes shut. Apparently something about the ship's noises were adding to conversation, as she would reply, " You dirty imp, don't tease me like that! You're a terrible dancer. .. No, you're right. I'm sorry. I should always remember it isn't you, but whoever's yanking your leash. I'm sorry darling, but we'll have to make a date later, mm? I'll show you how a real woman handles a cheeky boy like you..."

She looked behind herself at her 'squad'. " I think we're engaged. Poor ship. I'll have to break his heart.. I'm simply not the marrying kind!"

[member="Thane Drexel"]
[member="Ceska Starshield"]
[member="Cyril Grayson"]

 

[Charlene Adaska]

"Don't flatter yourself," Charlene said, passing by [member="Urya Uvatera"], "The ship was talking to me."

She smirked, settling in to prepare for landing. For the first time in a while, she was actually alright with being here. Could be that she was starting to make some friends and settle in to her new life with these... whatever they were. Or it could simply be the fact that something... fun finally happened. She glanced at [member="Cyril Grayson"], then quickly averted her eyes.
Yeah. She was finally starting to come out of her shell a little.

 

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"Let's try not to mate with the ship, eh?" Cyril snickered, taking a moment to make sure his chrono was set. He glanced around the small cabin, and found himself flashing a slight smile. At least no one was trying to kill one another this time.

The plan was a simple one. Cyril's Imperial contact [member="Cyrene Miles"] would work around her comrades, and send as many off on busy work as possible. Cyril and his people would incapacitate any remaining soldiers, and send a message to the Balmorrans through the comm tower. It would need to be a quick one, as they would have to be in and out before Imperial reinforcements arrived. If all things went well, the fires of revolution would be further stoked.

"Put us down as soon as you can and do a fly about. Let us know if any Imperials come our way once we start transmitting." He keyed in to the pilot as he set his DC-15 sidearm to stun. "Time to make waves folks."


[member="Hans Vaiden"], [member="Cylus Jest"], [member="Ceska Starshield"], [member="Urya Uvatera"], [member="Dish"], [member="Detritus"], [member="Charlene Adaska"], [member="Thane Drexel"]

 

[Cyrene Miles]

Cyrene was not happy. In the least. She really hadn't expected to be put into this position. Or at the very least, not so soon. It had been what, three, four days since the incident with the Colicoids and the Sith? She'd not seen Cyril since then, not unexpected, she'd been on almost constantly on the roster since then. Firstly because of the number of casualties during the Colicoid attack, and then when watches were increased after an incident she'd not been involved in, but suspected that Cyril had.

She'd thought nothing of it when she'd been rostered out at a Communications Outpost. It would be boring most likely, but sometimes boring was all right for a few days. And Cyril had gotten wind of it. She didn't know how. Didn't want to know how. But he'd gotten in touch with her, and put her in a hell of a spot.

What she ought to do, what it was her job to do, was to report it, and have a trap ready for him when he showed up at the Outpost. And then the man she loved would at best be killed and at worst be tortured for an immeasurable length of time and then killed. And that would be her fault.

The Sniper sighed.

That wasn't acceptable. She couldn't do it. Hadn't. So she what? Either just ignored it or helped him. He wasn't exactly anti-Imperial, just anti-Sith, and she couldn't say she blamed him. But if he spread anti-Sith propaganda, if he was successful, would the citizens differentiate between the ground troops, just doing their jobs to enforce the law and get a pay-check and the Sith? Almost certainly not. If people did rise up, it would be against her and her brothers-in-arms. Did Cyril understand that? It wasn't going to be Sith Lords who were struck down in the streets, it was going to be regular folk just like her.

She'd seen the resentment leveled at most of the others. Had felt it herself when she'd first been assigned here. With her down to earth, humble nature and willingness to help it hadn't taken her long to find welcome in a rough and tumble frontier planet like Balmorra, but it was harder for the others. There had been incidents.

Even this. He'd asked her to have the door open for him. That was all he said. He'd not ask anymore of her, just to make sure they had a way to gain entrance. And then what? He and his had a shoot out with the men and women she served beside? Oh, and surely they'd all have their blasters set on stun and there would be no injuries or loss of life.

She snorted lightly.

If she opened the door. If she let them in, the blood on both sides was on her hands. She was a Sniper. She had no trouble taking lives when it was called for but this.. She ran a gloved hand through her hair, helmet clipped to her waist, the rest of her body clad in the shining white armour that marked her as a stormtrooper. This was dishonourable. You didn't sneak around and get your brothers killed. You trusted each other. You protected each others backs.

Couldn't let Cyril be kill or captured. Couldn't let the other stormtroopers be injured or killed.

Only one thing to do then.

It was the damned Sith all over again. Cyril asked something that ought to be simple, bloodless, guiltless, and in order to do what was right she had to take another step towards hell. He'd tried to leave the Sith a prisoner of the Colicoids. She'd killed him. He just wanted her to open a door. She had to do more.

So she'd moved, not stealthily, because they were trained to detect stealth, but as if she had every right to, because she did, and one by one she'd picked off her comrades. Not slugs of course. Stun bolts. She was careful, she remembered her training, all of it, pre and post bootcamp. Always from behind, never where she might be caught in a reflection. There were only a dozen of them, including her. It didn't take long. Then she went and destroyed the recordings. They weren't sent out live, this Outpost wasn't important enough for that. She was messy enough that it didn't look like it was done by someone who knew exactly how things worked, but she didn't destroy anything that would get in the way of the Outposts ability to transmit.

Though she considered it.

Her face was grim and her jaw was set. This as treason, worse than the Sith. She'd never served the Sith in her heart of hearts anyway. She served the Empire, the People. This though..

He asks too much.

He din't ask this.

If he had a licka sense he woulda. What he asked was worse. Messy. People'd bleed for it.

"Ain't nothin' y'can do about it now Princess, what's done is done, don't feel sorry fer yerself, only assholes do that."

She admonished herself, moving to open the door. Once it was open, she leveled a few full powered blaster bolts into the outside control panel. Not only leaving the door stuck open, but it was conceivable that would have caused the doors to open in the first place. These were some of the older style. Ninety percent of the time you shot the panel the door fused shut, eight percent it opened, one percent it opened and closed repeatedly until the servometers gave out and the other one percent involved explosions. Let them think the rebels got lucky.

[member="Cyril Grayson"] [member="Charlene Adaska"] [member="Urya Uvatera"] [member="Thane Drexel"] [member="Detritus"] [member="Ceska Starshield"] [member="Hans Vaiden"]

 

[huggin_munnin]

Having already strapped herself into her seat, Ceska thumbed her own E-9 blaster to stun mode before closing her eyes. Her breathing became slower, deeper and more measured as she fell into a light meditation. She allowed the Force into her, communing with the living energy and she was comforted. Despite the feeling of tense readiness around her, she smiled a little.

Ceska knew what had to be done and she would make sure it happened. Cyril was right, she knew, about most Imperial troopers. Just conscripted kids who really didn't want to be there. Maybe the officers and a few loonies were committed, but the majority wanted to serve their terms and go home to wherever they came from. The Padawan hoped that they really would go back to their families, friends and sweethearts.


[member="Cyrene Miles"]
[member="Cyril Grayson"]
[member="Charlene Adaska"]
[member="Urya Uvatera"]
[member="Thane Drexel"]
[member="Detritus"]
[member="Hans Vaiden"]

 

[Darth Eversor]

Re-entering the facility, Detritus was set upon by an outraged Imperial officer that had been contacted by the lone soldier that the creation left in the dust and wind. Stopping in place and turning to look at the man spouting livid vulgarities, the monster hadn't the slightest clue as to why he was yelling. There wasn't any reason to raise one's voice in a work space. There was one custom that Detritus had learned when studying human emotion and norms; raising your voice in public was quite rude.

And so, with what little information the monster gathered out of the Imperial yelling until he was blue in the face, he set off down to the northern-most corridor that lead towards the armory of the facility - Detritus had some free time to kill and decided to spend said period studying weapon schematics and dissembling various armaments and then reassembling them. The aforementioned Imperial followed behind the creation still making wild gestures and droning on about how killing civilians was not acceptable under an circumstance.

Detritus had already gotten a warning for threatening the life of an Imperial officer before, and was told that if he so much as pulled his weapon out in a guarded area again, then everyone in the area would have authorization to shoot on sight. Of course this was taken as a huge bluff since the monstrosity was fully aware that they wouldn't even think about provoking him head-on; no, if they wanted to play it out smartly, they would ask Sylvanan to put a kill-switch on the beast. But for now, Detritus was free to roam unless given strict commands to do otherwise which seemed to suffice for most higher-ups.

And if there was one other thing the creation could hold over the heads of most Imperials, it's that his intelligence was virtually unchallenged by most. Even if all he did was kill and murder, they couldn't deny his calculations and tactical superiority. Hell, he had even bested their top marksmen and elite infantry.

All gloating aside, Detritus felt the slight ripple of something in the Force. He focused on that feeling and held it close, simultaneously sitting down to study his numerous schematics and plans to build better, deadlier toys.

[member="Ceska Starshield"] [member="Cyrene Miles"] [member="Cyril Grayson"] [member="Charlene Adaska"] [member="Urya Uvatera"] [member="Thane Drexel"] [member="Hans Vaiden"]

 

[Thane Drexel]

Thane lit the shuttle in a red light to signal their arrival, he pulled down the landing gear after broadcasting his request to land at the edge of the industrial sector.

"Load up boys and girls, we will touch down in five, four, three, two, one...green light people. Say hi for me [member="Ceska Starshield"]. Radio when you need me, I'll be around."

Thane lowered the ramp as the landing gear touched down for easy unloading. As soon as the last one was off, he would be.


[member="Detritus"] [member="Cyrene Miles"] [member="Cyril Grayson"] [member="Charlene Adaska"] [member="Urya Uvatera"] [member="Hans Vaiden"]

 

[Cylus Jest]

Cylus yawned once as his shuttle stopped in the air and the slight hiss of it's mechanical doorway gave way to a slightly louder whish of air. It wasn't every day that one decided to dive down towards a facility instead of walking in. Cylus wanted to however, he couldn't even put his hand on it, he felt maybe it would be more interesting than walking in.

The facility he'd picked to land on was a communication outpost, it was remote enough to be interesting instead of just being filled with assorted Imperial personnel and unwelcome visitors. He fell out of the shuttle and began plummeting to the ground at a high rate, spreading open the wings on his Phantom suit as he went

The air rushing upon him was chill and pleasant. It made him think of how in his early life he had constantly looked up at the buzzing Coruscant skylanes and wished that he could just fall through them, fly and reach the bottom safely. Perhaps it was his one aspiration at that time, to become like a winged creature. Now it was reality.

As he grew closer to the facility, he thought he could see a shuttle of some sort nearby. It was probably just delivering supplies, that meant he could meet even more people in the timespan of his little trip. The roof grew near and he straightened himself upwards, activating his rocket boots so that he slowed to an acceptable speed and height and then simply dropped in a flourish of his cape.

It was time to meet everyone, and for everyone to meet him.
[member="Thane Drexel"] | [member="Detritus"] | [member="Ceska Starshield"] | [member="Cyrene Miles"] | [member="Cyril Grayson"] | [member="Charlene Adaska"] | [member="Urya Uvatera"] | [member="Hans Vaiden"]

 

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The shuttle settled down, and Cyril was on his feet. He would not waste any precious moment - every second he was inactive was one that Cyrene might be caught.The quicker they had their message out to the galaxy, the better. He offloaded first, DC-15 ready in his hands. The facility was as guessed, unguarded all thanks to Cyrene. He would have to get that girl a present.

"Move on up. If you catch anyone still up, drop them with the stun blaster." He ordered the others. Silently, he sent a quick wink message to Drexel. Attached to it was a sum of credits with four zeroes; a thank you card for his service.

He did not notice [member="Cylus Jest"] on his approach. The soldier would likely take note of the lone man rushing in through the facility's jammed doorway. By the time he landed, Cyril would already be inside, but the other members of his cell would likely still be in the open.

He more or less crashed into [member="Cyrene Miles"] as he burst through the doorway. His arm snaked around her waist, and he pulled the sniper into a kiss that would have put any holodrama to shame. He wasn't afraid of showing people what they were, and she deserved something for her work.

That, and Cyril had missed her terribly in the past few days.

"There will likely be resistance soon. Can you setup a position to try and slow them down? Shoot at their heels, scare them off without harming them?" He asked of the sniper, still holding her close.

That was when he felt a disturbance. Something, or someone, had arrived. He glanced out the doorway, and caught sight of Cylus lowering down to the ground. The first of many.

He released the sniper and keyed into his comm.

"I'm going to relay our message. Someone keep that guy from getting inside. We need to lock the place down until we've finished."

[member="Thane Drexel"] @Detritus @Ceska Starshield [member="Charlene Adaska"] [member="Urya Uvatera"] [member="Hans Vaiden"]

 

[Charlene Adaska]

Charlene unclipped herself from her seat. In her hand she held a weapon she was still hardly comfortable with. On her belt, she carried all that she needed, tools of her trade. She wasn't just good at ships, after all. She knew a thing or two about slicing. This was really all that she was good at though. Fighting, she was sure, she'd just get in the way. Why was she here again?
Her eyes followed the Jedi, their leader. Right. That was why. This was why she followed.

She was alright with this. Whatever her job was, she would do it. Because-

Her smile was gone in an instant. Her heart raced in her chest. She just saw something. Something she should not have seen. She backed up, blaster nearly falling through her fingers.

I'm an idiot.

Now what? She was here already. She took a deep breath, her confidence shattered. She was so stupid. What was she, thirteen? Following a stupid boy for stupid reasons? And now she'd probably already lost her apartment back home, being so behind on the rent as she was. And forget her job. They'd replaced her long ago. All because some jerk Jedi kidnapped her. And then he-

She's... pretty.

Too late to go back, wasn't it? She couldn't just turn around and leave. She felt like she had something caught in her throat. Dizzy. She sniffed and blinked. Jedi. No wonder her employers hated them so much. They were the same as Sith, the only difference was the color of their robes. She lifted her blaster, blinking so much she was sure there was something wrong with a nerve in her eyelid.
There was only one way back now.

"I've got the door," she responded in a monotone, turning away, "Go."

 

[huggin_munnin]

The Padawan's eyes opened as the shuttle made it's approach to the facility. "Will do, Benefactor," she replied over the comm link. As Drexel counted down, she unbuckled the crash webbing. Ceska was down the ramp right on Cyril's heels, blaster drawn and pointed upwards.

A second or two after Cyril, Ceska's head snapped over to the shuttle landing, also feeling the disturbance. "Got him," she said whilst peeling off to deal with the interloper. As she saw the being set down with it's rocket pack, she crouched behind a stack of crates. Reaching through the Force, she leveled her pistol and took aim.

Starshield discharged a round at it's torso, not even aware of discharging the weapon. Whether or not the shot connected, she didn't care. The point was to distract whoever it was long enough for Cyril to relay the message. Through the Force time seemed to stretch and she could see the plasma packet streaking towards it's target.

[member="Cyril Grayson"]
[member="Cylus Jest"]
[member="Thane Drexel"]
[member="Detritus"]
[member="Cyrene Miles"]
[member="Charlene Adaska"]
[member="Urya Uvatera"]
[member="Hans Vaiden"]

 

[Urya Uvatera]

Urya laughed at [member="Charlene Adaska"] 's playful banter, then stopped when she saw the woman nearly drop her blaster, looking terribly confused. Her eyes tracked what Charlene had seen and... oh. That.

The cyborg came up to Charlene and gave her a quick, playful hug about the waist. " Come on best friend," she chirped, " We have people to mangle!" Urya's green eyes would scan the area, her metal feet clip-clopping off the shuttle and onto the tarmac. Ooh, look, a man with rocket boo--

Oh no.

A voice that sounded closer to Adenine than Urya slipped through the comms, voice tight and clipped. " That nerf herder has the bugs. He has insects in his hands. He wanted to question me. Interrogation," The voice devolved to the closer chirpy tone, "Alert. Alert. Danger, Will Abernathy. Kill it kill it kill it!" Urya's body hadn't moved while her mind transmitted her message. Adenine hadn't be scared of [member="Cylus Jest"] , but the thought of what those robobugs could do was short-circuiting Urya's courage.

[member="Ceska Starshield"] [member="Cyril Grayson"] [member="Thane Drexel"] @Detritus @Cyrene Miles

 

[Cylus Jest]

The first thought that Cylus managed to get to as he landed was that the people over there looked vaguely familiar. Perhaps he had met that at some sort of Imperial meeting, or maybe he had simply had them around before to deliver supplies. Nevertheless, it was probably a good idea to greet them in a casual and friendly manner.

And then something shot at him, he didn't see it, but he did feel it. He felt it's heat ripple through one of his Phantom Suit's wings and a moment later he felt a slight of pain streak directly under his armpit. It burned, not horribly, but it definitely burned. The shot hadn't struck him directly but it had grazed and ruined one of the wings. That was a shame.

Cylus remembered where he'd seen these people. Or at least some of them, for example, that one over there was that snarky little medical skank who had tried to be all...smart. He found a slight well of anger in the back of his mind, but it disappeared a moment later. It took him a moment longer to recognize the person who fired...and just half a second to give his own order.

"Rapax, Deploy." He spoke quietly, he could feel the legs moving off of his chest and a moment later the large spider-like Rapax droid clanked to the ground with a loud shriek of metal. It looked towards the firer and began to laugh a sort of maniacal clicking noise, the two T-21 blasters it had for mandibles spinning almost before it could even aim.

He didn't even have to order it to kill, it already knew. After all, it was programmed to eliminate things that fought against it's owner, it's master. The T-21's opened up with a rattle of blasterfire so thick that it was hard to hear anything except for the droning. Repeated blows bashed against the crates, blowing chunks out of them as it gradually approached, still shrieking it's wicked laughter.

"I see we meet again." He shouted towards the others, specifically that medical girl, though he wasn't entirely sure if he could even be heard over the drone.
[member="Urya Uvatera"] | [member="Ceska Starshield"] | [member="Charlene Adaska"] | [member="Cyril Grayson"] | [member="Thane Drexel"] | [member="Detritus"] | [member="Cyrene Miles"] | [member="Hans Vaiden"]

 

[Thane Drexel]

From above the entire scene, Thane pulled back around with the transport shuttle and saw the man leap from his own shuttle and land behind his team. He saw Ceska open fire, in return she was met with a droid spider shooting back. Locking the shuttle into hover, Thane walked to the ramp and lowered it. Loading his Whistler launcher at the other man's droid, he fired an EMP round straight for the droid. The distinct Whistle alerting the droid of it's inpending doom.

"I got you covered from up here, get inside now. Cyril, get the message out. You better not hurt my Jedi you droid scum!!!" He yelled about the droid shooting at Ceska.

Reloading as quick as he could, this time a HV targeting the man and his crates. It was quicker by far and would yeild a blast radius of a grenade.

[member="Cylus Jest"] [member="Urya Uvatera"] [member="Ceska Starshield"] [member="Charlene Adaska"] [member="Cyril Grayson"] [member="Detritus"] [member="Cyrene Miles"] [member="Hans Vaiden"]

 

[Darth Eversor]

Someone's here, Detritus thought and felt. Someone that didn't belong - and yet, this presence felt familiar like he had witnessed it before. That's when it clicked. The Jedi was back for another round it seemed; their last encounter involved a false persona as a Sith Lord when he was trying to steal vaccines. The monstrosity would humor the Jedi once again with yet another "friendly" visit. After all, it was quite rude to not tend to a guest when they have only just arrived.

Rising up from the workbench, Detritus took the grip of his slugthrower into his right gauntlet as he made an exit from the armory to confront this rather audacious individual and potentially his crew. But this time, the creation decided he wouldn't make himself quite as known as before. Reaching out to the Force only gave the Jedi some warning and allowed him to have foresight which ruined the surprise; however, this time would be quite the contrary. There would be no blast doors to slow down the beast this time around.

As Detritus began walking down the corridor, he decided he'd play with the Jedi and his ruffians just a tad by making a broadcast message that would alert all personnel to be on the look out. "This is a warning to all Imperial personnel; intruder alert, I repeat, intruder alert. Arm yourselves and scan the facility. Targets are to be killed on sight."

Now the games were about to begin. Alarms screeched and defenses were now active.

Multiple Stormtroopers began to converge on Det's position as he made gestures for them to secure each branch of the facility in squads of four men each. The monstrosity himself was left with four soldiers to act as support as they made their way towards the disturbance Detritus felt emitting nearby. All they could do now is scan and then scan some more to make sure the hostiles didn't make off with anything of value. Regardless, they would be punished and put before a just trial - rather, a fair execution for trespassing.

Detritus would remain silent for now. He'd continue to feed off of the Jedi's presence.

They would be whole again; death made all things whole.


[member="Thane Drexel"] [member="Cyril Grayson"] [member="Hans Vaiden"] [member="Cylus Jest"] [member="Ceska Starshield"] [member="Urya Uvatera"] [member="Charlene Adaska"] [member="Cyrene Miles"]