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Republic Dominion of Etti IV

A Republic expeditionary fleet exited hyperspace above Etti IV’s orbit. Rumors reached the Republic that Sith had encroached upon the planet and potentially created a base on it.

Daella lead the operation to Etti IV. The planet was in the Corporate Sector - an area full of planets ruled by extreme corporate capitalism. Communication from Etti IV had been cut off for some time.

With the chaos after the fall of the Sith Empire, many warlords had attempted to conquer the isolated worlds. Assuming the worse, the Republic aimed to get rid of any hostile forces in the system and encorporate Etti IV into the Senate for its continued protection.

Not long after entering the system, the Republic was faced with several Imperial-styled capital ships.

Daella stood on the bridge of the flagship of the fleet. Captain Oreluos seemed distressed as he turned to her and said, “A hostile ship has boarded us through the hangar.

Recognizing the severity of the situation, Daella gave the order - which would trickle down to those on the Watts-class Cruiser above Etti IV, “Make way to the hangar and rid the ship of the intruders.
 
The Grandmaster yawned as he stood alongside Daella, surveying the landscape... Or was it a spacescape?

Regardless, he simply nodded. Warfare and destroying things was more Daella's thing. Josh wasn't a violent person, but that wasn't the kind of Jedi that was needed in this kind of deal with the Sith. He knew he would be drawing a lightsaber sooner or later, as much as he disliked saying that.

"You ready, Daella?" he finally asked, unclipping his lightsaber from his belt. He wasn't going to give them a single moment if people started coming after them...

@[member="Daella Apparine"]
 
The Jedi Knight exited the lift just as the ship exited hyperspace. Etti IV, from what he could see out of the viewport and from the calls from those on the bridge, there were several Imperial ships about in the sector. He frowned slightly, and then it occurred to him that the Sith had been disbanded so perhaps a few warlords would have had the gall to think themselves capable of taking a few planets without coming into notice. Or perhaps they wanted to be noticed by the gaze of the Republic?

When he heard there were hostiles within the hangar bay, he was already entering the lift again. He made sure he had his two lightsabers upon his belt and he slid his hands into the sleeves just as the door to the lift closed with whoever else entered with him.

@[member="Joshua DragonsFlame"] - @[member="Daella Apparine"]
 
Daella turned to the lift.

"Let's go," she said to those around her such as @[member="Joshua DragonsFlame"] and @[member="Antares Windu"].

Once she got on the large lift as well as anyone else coming with her, it began to go down with its repulsorlifts. At the same time, the Imperial ships began firing on the Watts-class Cruiser. Their turbolasers struck the side of the Republic's starship. The entire ship shook. The repulsorlift stopped in place due to the violent shake - halfway down to the hangar's level.
 

Miarta

The Stereotypes of the Past Shall Never Define Me
Miarta stood slightly behind Josh. She was still in the middle of her training, and thus was very nervous about being there. She glanced over at him, biting her lip. She was trying really hard to keep her mind clear, so her fear wouldn't overwhelm her, but it was getting much harder to do with every passing second. She tightened her grip on her training saber a bit. She had always hated fighting, she was more focused on being a healer than actual combat. She felt even more nervous knowing that the safety on her training saber was off, she had no room for mistakes here. She took a deep breath, trying even harder to calm herself, she was biting her lip hard enough for it to bleed now.

@[member="Joshua DragonsFlame"] @[member="Antares Windu"] @[member="Daella Apparine"]
 

Cedric Dorn

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Diana was busy within the freshers when the alarm klaxon blared. Her eyes immediately popped open and her hands dropped from her soapy hair. Inquisitively she looked around, a frown on her face as the alarms got louder and louder. She let out a loud sigh and then washed the rest of the shampoo out from her hair. Afterward she quickly exited the freshers and donned her robes, placing her armor above it and snapping it in place.

Almost lazily she retrieved her lightsaber and began to wander towards the hangar.

This was rather annoying, she had been enjoying her shower.
 
Norge wasn't involved in this. At all. He was busy sitting in prison for exposing explicit films to children. Not his fault. Stupid kids shouldn't go to parties. He scribbled a drawing of a Jedi with a pink lightsaber fighting a dragon. Yeah, dragons were pretty sick.

Suddenly, the plot to Blarg Wars Two formed in his mind...yes...oh yes....this would be good. Master DragonsFlame would pay for trapping him here, in this prison, with Damarcus. Though, Damarcus was a wonderful man, and treated Norge right when he wasn't...drawing..with..him. That's what it was. Drawing. Yes, drawing.
 

Moroi Wareyasui

Cocky Little Poohead
Moroi had entered the lift as @[member="Antares Windu"] exited it and was taken aback that there had been an incursion in to the hangars. The last mission like this that he partook in involve him and Master @[member="Yinch"] engaging in cavalier discussion about emotion. He was apparently being thrust directly in to combat this time. Moroi unhooked the strange, blue, bladed lightsaber that he had affectionately taken to referring to as a lightblade and watched as the Jedi he had passed on the way there hastened to join him on the lift. He was soon joined by a Master he was ignorant to and the lift took off...then immediately stopped in its tracks, the turbulance throwing the young Moroi against the side of the lift as his he quietly cursed to himself.
 
Yusan had been asleep in the cockpit of one of the shuttles in the hanger while he was... checking on its systems, none the less the shaking and shooting woke him as the shit seemed to be under attack. "Fucking jedi, ten more minutes and i would have been ready." Two things had kept him unnoticed and kept him from being blown to bits, A: The shuttle he had been checking a ship with no engines, and B: It was locked up tight so no one would come to check up on the ship and its unknown cargo. None the less he sat up and sighed as he unclipped his saber staff and unlocked the ramp to lower it so he could leave. And look now at the person that decided to come and greet him, oh so courteous as the boarding soldier aimed his rifle at him and ordered him to surrender... "I think not." Yusan's blade lit and he darted forward, plunging the blade into the man and looking for his next target as he ripped it free. "Next..." @Everyone
 
The Jedi Knight looked to the other two Jedi Masters. There was no time to wait for 'maintenance', or any repair droids. So with a single thought, his lightsaber was in his hand and the dark blur beam was already moving straight down to the floor. With his arms powering the movement, he was cutting through the floor of the elevator lift. Within moments, there was a hole in the floor fit for one at a time to leap down into the shaft below.

His dark gaze only looked up to the occupants of the lift briefly before he leapt down into the dark shaft below, deactivating his blue beam on the way.

@[member="Daella Apparine"] - @[member="Joshua DragonsFlame"]
 

Moroi Wareyasui

Cocky Little Poohead
Moroi watched as one of the three considerably more experienced Jedi in the lift with him decided that there was not time for patience and quickly relieved the lift of its floor. Part of it at least. The young boy gulped as he watched his senior leap through the hole before throwing tentative glances at the two elder masters he was sharing the tight confines with. He wasn't sure what they wished of him, but if there were people dying down at the hangar, the previously exited Jedi had the right idea. Moroi quickly leaped down after him and in to the lift shaft beneath him.
 
Tallia was on her way the minute she heard the call over the comm channels. Seriously? They'd just exited hyperspace several minutes ago and they were already being boarded? Rooting out the remaining Sith had been a much longer process than she had thought a month or so ago. Luckily, she was all rested up after her break from the war front, and she was feeling up for almost anything, Sith or otherwise.

Even as she rushed to the nearest elevator, Tallia had an intense feeling of calm in her force aura. She had been trained for this for years, and as much as she enjoyed relaxing, this was where she felt most comfortable. The wait in the lift seemed to last an eternity as she watched the tiny display panel show her decent to the hanger bay. Right when her impatience was about to get the better of her, a pleasant "ding" rang through the lift's speakers and the doors slid open with a hiss.
 
(The struggle is real it seems)

The Jedi Grandmaster watched as people ran past him. Going in with Daella, he looked around with an emotionless gaze. His expression almost mirrored that of the usually emotionless Apparine, and that was a scary thing.

He sensed a familiar presence... Ah, so she had come with them? He regretted not going to speak with her during the trip, but that would wait. Business was at hand.
 

Miarta

The Stereotypes of the Past Shall Never Define Me
Miarta followed after Josh. She would stick with her Master during these events as she really had no idea what else to do. She felt a bit calmer and less scared in his presence after all, Josh wouldn't let anything happen to her right? She shook her head, trying to clear her thoughts as she chased after Josh and his companions. She was trying to think of being anywhere but where she was now in an effort to stay calm. It wasn't working and her fear was still building up at steady pace. She hoped she could control it long enough to get through this without doing anything stupid.
 
Before following, Daella pulled out her grappling hook from her utility belt. She jumped down the hole that @[member="Antares Windu"] made. She fired into the side of the shaft and safely lowered herself down - following Antares.
 
He sighed and pulled a grappling hook out of his own. Firing into the side of the shaft, he wrapped an arm around his Padawan @[member="Miarta"] to support her, since she'd forgotten to bring her own. He could sense fear from her, hopefully the support would calm her down.

"Relax, Padawan. Nothing's going to happen to you" he assured as he lowered them down.
 
The Jedi Knight always seemed to forget to pack his own grappling hook, and when he heard the sound of the Jedi Masters above him with them, he could've frowned. But there was no time for that! At the moment, with the use of the Force he was guiding himself as close to the wall as he could, and with his durasteel armour underneath his black robes, he grabbed at the wall to try and catch onto a ledge so that he could stop his descent.

When he did stop his descent he looked up to see the other Jedi descended -- slowly, and when he looked down he noted that the hangar bay was close, and he leapt to it from his position.

@[member="Joshua DragonsFlame"] - @[member="Daella Apparine"] - @[member="Miarta"] - @[member="Moroi Wareyasui"]
 

Miarta

The Stereotypes of the Past Shall Never Define Me
Miarta nodded and clung to Josh when he wrapped an arm around her. His presence did make her feel slightly better. She could feel her fears ebb slightly as she continued to follow him. She trusted him enough to believe him when he said nothing would happen to her. She knew he couldn't protect her completely, but she trusted that nothing severely horrible would happen while she was in his presence. She just hoped she could actually be useful in this ordeal. She wasn't even half way through her training yet and she felt useless compared to those around her.

@[member="Joshua DragonsFlame"]
 

Atlas Kane

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The first mission he had back with the Jedi and there was already trouble. Someone was in the hangar, someone unknown and it was the Jedi's job to find out who that was and possibly remove them as a threat. To do that, the man would need his weapon, so he picked up the sword, attached it to his belt so that it hung with the blade facing upwards and started walking towards the hangar. Let's see what's going on.

The Jedi Master sprinted through the corridors and hallways of the ship, with exceptional speed. It was his mission to protect the people aboard the ship and he would carry out this mission without failure.
 

Moroi Wareyasui

Cocky Little Poohead
Moroi reached back to unhook the...well hook from his belt and, repeating the internal curse, seemed to have lost it during the turbulence in the elevator. Thankfully he had a Jedi Knight to mimic on his way down and, again thankfully, he seemed to be able to do just that. Utilizing the force to inch toward the wall, Moroi caught the shaft's surface with his feet and, using his training in the canyon, kicked himself off the wall and artfully bounced from wall to wall down the shaft before landing with a roll next to @[member="Antares Windu"] while he lit up his Blue Lightblade and pushed forward to the hangar.
 

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