Propaganda

[Urya Uvatera]

Since the spider seemed to have found a wormhole in space and time, disappearing from existence, Urya spun on a heel and took off back towards the shuttle. [member="Dish"] 's voice echoed in her head, and she replied with a resounding " YES. YES I WANT TO GO HOME NOW."

Her legs still extended, she quickly closed the distance between herself and the immobile jedi, [member="Cyril Grayson"] . She came to a skidding halt, panting as much as she could with a stout blaster barrel still sticking out from her jaws. She waved a weary hello, keeping an eye out for danger as Thane landed.

 

[Darth Eversor]

With all things said and done, Detritus had no other dice to roll against the rebels that had obviously fulfilled their goals by this point. The creation was approached by one of the many Imperials with nothing more to say than some mere commentary; nothing that the monstrosity wished to respond to or had any input on. Funny enough, these brave souls probably thought the project to be a Sith simply by the way he appeared. It was understandable of course...

Give a man some darkened armor and a crimson lightsaber and of course you'd get fingers pointed at you for being Sith. Such was the stereotype the galaxy had given to those who adopted such a moniker. The only thing Detritus could do was watch them leave since he actually halfheartedly agreed with the message. The rest of the Stormtroopers began talking amongst themselves, one of them walking up to Detritus all by their lonesome with some concerns to express. "Sir, why stand down? We have the firepower and numbers to cut them down at the knees."

Indeed Detritus was a killing machine designed for such scenarios, yet he had a mind of his own. The hulking creature simply shook his head in disagreement as he continued to stare down his would-be targets. That Jedi sure had a silver tongue, otherwise such a message wouldn't be taken lightly and Detritus would still have gone after him.

There wasn't much else to do but stay at the outpost and await a higher-up to explain the event in detail. Surely anyone else would have a hard time accepting that rebels got away scot-free. Not to mention the various Officers that would need to understand what happened exactly in-order to fill out a proper report to command. A big mess, it all was.

None of this meant that any of the rebels would be ensured safety among Imperials, however.

Life didn't come that easy.

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

 

[Tmoxin Temi]

As they traveled to the site in question, the Sgt. Major replayed the message from [member="Cyril Grayson"]. They were hasty to leave the Officer's Club and both the Commander and Ulysses had missed that part of the communication. He wouldn't be able to see her reaction with her helmet on but once Tmoxin fully absorbed the message, her look would be one of contemplation.

This was it. The start of the plan that Syvlanan Tal'verda said would happen.

"It appears we may not have an infiltration but a negotiation," she said.

"It's probably a ruse Commander and we should still be on the highest alert." The Sgt. Major was not privy to any of the recent information Tmoxin had on the matter.

"Perhaps," was all she replied.

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

 

[Placeholder 04]

There was no sense in waiting to speak with the Imperials. In due time, they would see what needed to be done. If they would join him in his struggle, so be it. If not, then best to them. Change was coming, and Cyril was going to stop this war one way or another. Enough lives had already been lost in what he perceived as a pointless conflict.

"Everyone aboard. We're leaving." He keyed into the group comm. He climbed aboard Thane's ship, set his hand on a guard rail, and leaned back against the wall.

They would wait until everyone was aboard, and then they would be gone. The Imperials would have time to think about what he had said. Force willing they would see the truth in his words. If not...then things were going to have to take a drastic turn. Possibly for the worse.




[member="Tmoxin Temi"] Hans Vaidenhttp://starwarsrp.net/user/5613-hans-vaiden/ Detritus Dish Thane Drexel Ceska Starshield Cyrene Miles Urya Uvatera @Charlene Adaska Cylus Jest Darth Arcis

 

[Charlene Adaska]

She raised her clippers, mouth open to say something nasty. A flight. Away. He didn't care. Not one bit. He took her, ruined her life, made her lose everything. Now he was done with her. He'd used her in every way he could. And it made her feel filthy, worthless.
She lowered the clippers again, dropped her blaster. She really didn't... care. Not right now. She didn't want anything. How could she? Nobody cared. None of these people. The ones who said they were trying to bring freedom. They said they were trying to help people?

What about her?

Where could she even go now? She couldn't go home. She wanted to go home, but home was gone. They knew she was on the ship when it was taken. They knew who took the ship. They would know she was involved when she came back. They'd take her. They'd get her to talk. One way or another.

She followed, head down, hand still clutching the wire clippers. Her tools were all she had left. Her only piece of her old life left. And he was just going to drop her off somewhere. With nothing. After taking everything. Charlene wasn't a soldier. She wasn't a tactition. She wasn't a crazy cyborg hacker either. She was just... a mechanic. Why did she think for a second she would be anything?

"Fate is punishing me," she said as she followed Greyson, "I've angered the Gods, and they've punished me with you."

This stupid war. This stupid, what even was it? Rebellion? It didn't matter. What did any of this matter to her? She didn't want this. They hadn't given her much of a choice!
This was their fault. No. His fault. She looked down at the crowbar in her belt. She was standing behind him. She could do it. Hit him hard, knock him down. Before he hurt someone else. Before he used another girl and threw her away too.

Her hand went to her belt... and she put the clippers away, climbed on the ship with the rest.

"The Gods will judge you, Greyson," she snapped, "I hope they judge you harshly."

[member="Cyril Grayson"]

 

[Thane Drexel]

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


Thane lowered the ramp to allow everyone on board, Ceska had taken the copilot spot as he held position. Dish's position lit up on the board and Thane replied for him to rondesvou with the ship as the current Stormtroopers had ceased fire. The shuttle would shield the group if anyone decided to resume their attack.

"All units, get onboard, we are moving out now."

Thane began punching in keys igniting the engines for a full burn. They needed to move before the local authorities arrived.

 

[Urya Uvatera]

Urya leaped into the shuttle, letting her legs retract to regular length. Some coughing and gagging made the gun disassemble from inside her mouth, with angry little clicking. She rubbed her throat, massaging it when she took a seat.

Her eyes flicked around her teammates. They won, yes...? Then why was there such hostility? Urya pursed her lips, her brain trying to process the aggressive tension. Failing that, Urya leaned back in her chair, and closed her eyes, falling asleep.

[member="Charlene Adaska"]
[member="Cyril Grayson"]

 

[Placeholder 04]

"Afraid I don't believe in any gods." a Cyril replied, looking non-too-impressed as the shuttle began to lift off. He fell back against the bulkhead, and breathed a quiet sigh of relief as they rose into the air.

The mission was a success, but Cyril Grayson was feeling terribly tired.

"Take us back to Kinthar. We'll figure things out there." He added, folding his arms over his chest.

He gave Charlene one last look. "If you have issues, we'll talk about them when we're safe."

[member="Charlene Adaska"],