Skirmish Rumors-- SJC/TSE

[Kyra Perl]

Location: Building with Thirdas Heavenshield Caedyn Arenais Tulan Kor

Spoiler: Peeps I'm interacting with

Construction site, across the water...

I am a rock. I am a stone.

Hours had gone by and nothing so far. These kind of Ops were heavily dependent on intel, so if the intel would turn out to be false, heads would roll. Sometimes literally. And for the guy doing the surveillance, such as himself, there was usually a lot of waiting involved. While all the other members of the rescue team had blended into the background, Thirdas was on perpetual guard duty.

A lone speeder was parked around the back of a large construction site, another skyscraper in the process of going up right across from the space port, separated by a river. Seemingly abandoned, either because of nobody currently assigned to its construction or due to a lack of funding, Thirdas chose it for his setup.

He'd grabbed the highest floor he could that was in such a state as to be utilised reliably, without the chance of the floor suddenly caving in underneath his feet. Above him was naught but metal beams and a few sheets of preliminary walls tossed up here and there.

Because of the nature of the Op, stealth was deemed the key to victory. He was decked out in full camo gear, no armour. His face was painted a dark colour, and he was wearing high-powered optics capable of area scans, night and thermal vision, zoom-ins, the works.

I am a rock. I am a stone.

"Overwatch here. Still no movement," he spoke softly into his comms to anyone on the rescue team with the time to listen.

The barrel of his mother's rifle followed his own gaze perfectly, as he observed the outside of the space port as well as anyone walking by the windows. Still nothing.

He stuck his left hand into his pocket, right hand ever on the pistol grip, and pulled out a small cracker to take a bite out of. Slowly he chewed so as to not interrupt his aim in case he'd have to take a shot right this second.

I am a rock. I am a stone.

Dorn Monteth | Tulan Kor | Akulak Mantacor ​

Location: Construction Site
Objective: Confront the Lord of Lies
Company: Thirdas Heavenshield
Opposition: Darth Prazutis

A great shadow loomed overhead of Thirdas and Caedyn as they sat in position atop the upper floor of the Construction Site, across the river from the main facility and locale for the rumored exchange. Darkness shrouded their line of sight, and as the Jedi Knight turned his attention skyward, he found himself looking up at a hastily descending Sith Dropship, in-bound for the port's docking bay landing pads.

"Eyes up people, we've got activity" he spoke into his mic, while still peering across the distance through his binoculars. As the drop-ship's loading ramp dropped to the ground, the armored troops marched out into open view, heavily equipped and standing out from the Empire's typical personnel. Caedyn suddenly had a very sickening feeling within his stomach, noting the Guard's battle-wear and firearms appearing to be what he assumed was among the elite of the Empire's forces, not your average Stormtroopers.

There was a scramble of activity across the facilities grounds as orders were clearly being given and it seemed that something was going on. Had one of their own given away their position? Nothing had come through the Comm's to suggest such a thing. A sense of alarm came over him as he watched from afar, trying not to imagine the worst.

The presence that hit him soon afterwards was so much worse than what he'd been thinking...

"He's here..." Caedyn's voice ran cold, this time not speaking through the active comm's channel but rather voicing the revelation aloud. A second transport, this one superior to the first in size and firepower came in to descend for the landing zone, taking the primary docking bay and powering down. Caedyn didn't need to see it to believe however, he knew this feeling from his brief exchange on Wayland.

Darth Prazutis had arrived...-The Sith Lord who had killed corrupted his Mother, indirectly forcing an end to the reign of House Arenais on Commenor and killed Caedyn's Father, Veiere. Prazutis was considered to be one of the main hands of the Emperor, directly related through House Zambrano and a Goliath among Force Users, even compared to the Sith.

Saying nothing, Caedyn pulled himself away from the vantage point leaving Thirdas and moving to head for the ground floor. When the fighting broke out, he had every intention of being there to run the Sith Lord through; However he was determined not to break silence and reveal their position until they were good to intervene in the exchange and free their Grandmaster.

Reaching the ground floor, Caedyn stopped at the sight of Kyra Perl . Apprehension setting in as he didn't want her to follow him into a fight with the Sith Lord, one that he himself was not at all confident in his ability to take down. "Padawan, I'd like you to head topside and assist Thirdas. I'm having to reposition myself on the other side" he spoke quickly, his exterior a mental wall in order to keep his feelings on the situation away from her Empath abilities.

Time wasn't on his side, and so he had to move quickly.

Kyra gave a soft groan, the order to leave Caedyn and join Thirdas Heavenshield unwelcomed. "But Master..." she whined. A single glance at him was all it took to realize something was off, his closed off nature speaking volumes.

It wasn't like him to keep her out. Neither of them might have realized the degree in which she had grown to depend on taking cue from his emotions. Growth as an empath took mental fortitude, all of which she was learning from him in their shared meditation practices. He might have thought he was protecting her with by putting on a normal front. There was nothing normal about the emotionless wall she received from him.

Her whining cut short, a worried look leveled his way. Was something wrong? Did he think she couldn't do this? Kyra was aware of the severity of their task. They were so deep in sith space. One wrong move could cost the lives of the whole operation. Her left hand went to cup her casted arm in a self-conscious gesture.

"...Be safe," she chirped, feeling small as she swallowed her pride and obeyed.


She arrived at Thirdas' side, her steps scattered as she gave him a tense, embarrassed glance. "Iwasordered," Came her grumpy explanation. She was braced for his frustration. It was a thing of theirs, now.

Before he could even complain about babysitting!!!!-- she pulled her saber and let it slide open, a childish gesture to prove she could afford herself some protection. Even if it would be sloppy with her non dominant hand. Never mind the fact that they were meant to be undercover and sabers emitted a force signature. The padawan didn't consider that.

 

[Dorn Monteth]

Dorn straightened up from the next crate with old bones, he felt the storm on its descent. Felt the will of the Tyrant that commanded so malevolent a presence as to blot the stars. But in the ocean, what was a fish to the leviathan? And so he brought himself together, his presence in the Force building itself back into the identity of Dorn Monteth, discarding the aged, tired skin of an overworked freight loader.

But even next to the leviathan, a fish can still be seen. So Dorn molded his signature alongside the shadow of the Tyrant, feeling himself stretch and nearly tear under the magnitude of so vicious a power. Dorn was no great being, he was, in the face of of his short employment, not even a great dockworker, but in this understanding came a strength. To the beings around that Tyrant, for no other word was more apt, his presence could be noticed. A shadow in the Force, twisting and writhing against the storm that was His presence, but Dorn was willing to gamble.

Far greater Jedi than he walked this starport, and to notice Dorn's signature in the Force was to be willing to stare into the flames of the Tyrant's presence. Rather than speak, Dorn clicked his comm piece twice, a staccato transmission as he moved away from the battered freighter. Despite the dignity of his pace, Dorn's coveralls were soaked with alien fluids, and he found himself having to move away from two separate knots of spectators due to the beauty of his stench. Thankfully, either this third group possessed the olfactory senses of a log, or they were horribly inebriated. Watching the procession, Dorn swiped a forearm across his face to clear his vision, the strain of keeping a kite trailing after a hurricane was already wearing on him, but his patience was a colossal thing. He would wait, as long as he had to, even if it felt like a bantha was standing on his chest. After all, this was an act of penance towards his nose.

 

[AMCO]

Location: Starport, generic cafe.
Objective: Charm offensive. Why, hello there.
Writing With: Nida Perl
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The Perl before him, it seemed, was about as different from the good doctor as they came. No snarky comments, no icy glares, just dread and adrenaline. She knew the moment her cover was blown, but it took her a while to respond, Adrian waiting politely, as one does.

"Yes." Reaching out to steady her hand, mostly to keep her from spilling her tea all over the place, he smiled wryly. "Would it be better if you called me Adrian? Significantly less "Witness the Power of the Dark Side", no?"

After giving her a moment or two to respond, the Sith Lord turned to more serious matters, impossibly deep blue eyes drilling into hers.

"Tell me Nida, whatever is a lovely little Padawan like you doing here "all alone"? Looking for someone, perhaps?"

As he spoke, she may or may not feel the gentle explorations of his mind reaching out, softly searching for gaps in her mental armour, a way to slither in without her noticing. He had an ace in the hole, he always did, but some things were perhaps better saved for more important occasions.

 

[Thirdas Heavenshield]

Construction Site
On Overwatch

He'd barely had time to finish his snack before suddenly there was activity out the wazoo, and he quickly scanned the dropship and its escorting fighters with his optics. "That's them alright," he added to Caedyn Arenais' conclusion. As soon as the dropship landed what appeared to be elite Sith troops began to assemble outside it. A heavily armed escort of that size sure would carry a most precious cargo.

"He's here..."

"Wait, what," was all Thirdas had time to say as his Jedi partner suddenly just ran off. "Don't do anything stupid, Jedi," he called after him, before taking up aim once more and reported in to the various teams what was happening out by the landing pads.

"This is Overwatch. We have confirmed Sith and Imp elite troopers exiting the dropship. Some kind of bigshot from the looks of it. No sign of the Grandmaster."

He could hear the sound of scrambling footsteps coming from behind, and by the time Kyra Perl appeared around the the corner she'd be met by the barrel of his side-arm pointing straight at her. It was soon lowered once he realised who it was.

"You've got to be kidding me," he muttered and holstered his blaster. "Can't sneak up on someone like that without announcing yourself first, you'll get yourself killed." He didn't look her way but rather spoke while readjusting his aim a second time. He wasn't used to this much distraction while on sniper duty.

"Wait a minute, wait a minute," he noted a second aircraft coming in for a landing. It wasn't the usual Imp vessel, but the fact that it should happen to appear shortly after the first dropship felt suspicious. It made sense to him that Sith weren't the patient sort and would want a handover of this importance to be brief and punctual.

"Overwatch here, a second ship has just landed. Not a known Imp model from what I can tell. Could be where the Grandmaster is being held," he sent another report to his allies inside the space port. He used his optics to digitally tag the newly arrived vessel, so that its location would pop up for the others on their comms devices.

Suddenly, completely out of left field, Kyra decided to pull out her lightsaber for all to see. "Karking hell--!" With his metal hand he lashed out at Kyra's holding the saber, knocking it out her hand. "Watch where you point that thing, for faen's sake...!" He'd already lost one set of limbs.

"Kyra," he gathered himself and tried to remain focused on the mission. "Please, just sit perfectly still, and be quiet. Pretend... that you're a rock."

Nida Perl | Tulan Kor | Coren Starchaser | Amani Serys | Dorn Monteth
Darth Prazutis | AMCO | Vesta Zambrano | Taeli Raaf | Darth Daiara ​

 

[Darth Prazutis]

Location: Yavin IV, Spaceport
Tags: Coren Starchaser , Caedyn Arenais, Nida Perl , Kyra Perl , Elise, Vesta Zambrano, Thirdas Heavenshield , Dorn Monteth , Tulan Kor , AMCO , Centin Tillo , Taeli Raaf , Darth Daiara

T R O U B L E​

The Administrator and her Security Chief weren't ready for him.

In such proximity to the titanic figure his presence rattled their very bones merely from standing before him. They were involuntarily forced to their knees in supplication before him, their own body pulled down by the weight. They were in such awe that they forgot they forgot how to speak before him, in awe at his sheer perfection. Before him they couldn't feel any smaller and more insignificant if they tried. They stood before the Emperor's Champion, his Shadow Hand who spoke with the highest authority in the vast interstellar Sith Empire. They were more accustomed to seeing such a legend on holovids waging war and conquering the galaxy, destroying the enemies of the Sith. They were never made to stand this close to such an exalted figure of vast power who commanded power beyond their wildest imaginations.​

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"Stand." The Shadow Hand commanded.​

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It took them a few moments to reorient themselves and struggle to push against the pressure bearing down on them before they stood before him. A pair of crimson armored Imperial Crownguard each living towers all their own, clad in blood red plate. The presence of the royal guard compounded the feelings within the pair of spaceport employees. It was all very nerve wracking and the presence of Blackblades was often considered to be an ill omen by many who were aware of them in the empire. It often meant during times of peace that something terrible was about to erupt. Blackblades were only ever seen on the most intense battlefields, where the fighting was the toughest. They were some of the very first troops in during the Invasion of Mandalore against the strongest troops the Mando'ade had to offer. If they were here it was for a reason. ​

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"Dispense with the pleasantries. I have no time to waste on them. A high priority transport is coming through your station. Have you made the adequate preparations?" The Shadow Hand said his voice boomed. He knew before his shuttle even touched down the Captain was already informing them what needed to be done. The spaceport would be locked down and the security were to draw heavy weapons and all appropriate body armor from the weapons lockers. Anyone who wasn't cleared away was to be brought to detention and held there until the all clear was given and that order could only come directly from the Blackblade Guard who would oversee security. It was the spaceport security whose job it was to clear the port while the guard set up in tactical positions to lock the building down. He could tell from the perspiration building on their brows and the subtle nuances of their body language how nervous everything made them. They were used to the status quo and this was a gross disruption of the daily norm.​

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"Yes Supreme Excellency. Our security is outfitting themselves appropriately." The chief blurted out while the administrator tossed him a sidelong glance, she was clearly annoyed that he deigned to speak at all. "And I have put our lockdown procedures in place. We will be r-" She said but the Shadow Hand snapped a hand up to cut her off. Almost instantly from one moment to the next the mood in the air changed and became unbearably tense as he turned. He felt something. A number of somethings that very nearly passed by him. A presence in the force as small as it was, and an eruption. It was the level of a small intrusion, a burst as it were on a small level, but still enough to draw his attention. The great helm closed down over his face concealing his features beneath its formidable visage and emotionless red eye lenses. The sound of loud starship engines and other unnecessary noises quickly dampened as he switched from using his own senses, to the auto senses of his armor.​

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He turned away from the pair and looked right out across the water taking several steps away from them. It was clear that the Crownguard and the Captain felt the subtle change and grabbed hold of their weapons tight closing in on him. He magnified his view of the buildings across the water where the burst came from, switching through ultraviolet, and thermal vision as he peered over each and every building, data streaming in about the structures, their composition, even imperial records of ownership as his gaze passed. The Sith Lord accessed his communicator with a thought thanks to the armors neural link it allowed him full and lightning quick access. The communication suite was state of the art and it gave him access to tactical command, ensuring he could command the forces of a theatre through it and each piece. He tapped into the channel to the Blackblades and sent a simple order. It wasn't long or elaborate rather a coded signal to put them on alert. For what?​

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Trouble.​

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The giant turned back away after what seemed like an eternity towards the two officials "Attend to your duties. This operation will run smoothly." He ordered his voice a mechanized rumbling through the annunciator. The transfer of a Jedi Grandmaster was a complex thing. In truth he expected trouble but he was fully ready to handle that trouble. Whoever would come just as they held the element of surprise, so did he. They couldn't possibly have prepared for the Blackblade Guard's arrival or his. ​

 

[Vesta Zambrano]

all the good girls go to hell

Ruby-red eyes rolled below the skull-faced helmet that adorned vis head, continuing on down the ramp with Jedi in tow. "Don't ask questions you'd rather not know the answers of." Ve warned, though vis tone carried considerably less bite than it had when ve'd threatened her initially regarding ver being a skin-changer. Ve hadn't actually intended to take her tongue out. Probably. Vis father? Well, perhaps Elise could count herself lucky - she was a little too valuable to dismember until Adriana Fortemps had a chance to milk her for whatever information she had in her stuffy little head of hers.

Then, Vesta smiled with a predator's grin, it would be the Shi'ido's turn.

Not that the High Inquisitor knew that turning over the grandmaster to the Shadow Hand was tantamount to giving her right back to the shapeshifter, but even that secret made vis stomach churn like it was filled to the brim with thudbugs - an excitement that ve usually kept to verself.

"I have a feeling we will be seeing much more of each other, one way or another." Vesta added, cryptically, as the two stepped out into the open - likely in plain sight to anyone who happened to be looking for them in particular. Another stream of hot air blew from vis lips.

"Lord Prazutis, I have arrived with the cargo."​

Darth Prazutis Coren Starchaser Caedyn Arenais Nida Perl Thirdas Heavenshield Dorn Monteth AMCO Centin Tillo Taeli Raaf

 

[Nida Perl]

Location | Starport Generic Café

Objective | Scream Internally

Writing With | AMCO

Darth Prospero was the type of Sith that Nida feared most.

The warlord crush-your-bones-to-dust types were frightening on their own, but they tended to make their motives clear from the get go. Darth Prospero—no, Adrian—almost had a disarming manner about him. Almost.

His hands closed around her own, and she stopped trembling out of sheer survival instinct. Nida knew that she was neither confident nor clever enough to talk her way out of a Sith interrogation.

Feeling strangely lightheaded, something in Nida told her that he would find the answer to his question whether or not she gave it to him willingly. Weighing her options, she decided to put his question to one side for now.

“How do you know who I am?”

She was waiting for his kindness to slip into something torturous.

 

[AMCO]

Location: Starport, generic cafe.
Objective: Truth in falsehood.
Writing With: Nida Perl
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No response was given to his question, and yet no response was needed; as with most trained Force Sensitives, her mind was a more difficult nut to crack than those of the hoi polloi, but that did not make it impenetrable. There were cracks in her mental armour, physical ticks, subtle pauses and changes in her tone. To him, it was enough - she was not alone. A coincidence? All but inconvincible.

A rescue attempt, then - clearly, the Shadow Hand already knew, why else would he grace this place with his presence?

Mouth quirking upwards at her question, he made no move to let go of her hand and no move to run off to warn his peers nor to seek out the Silver Jedi's leashed leader. Let them try their best, he had no doubt the Emperor's uncle would cut them down all the same.

"Oh, you would be surprised what I know about you, Nida." Smile shifting into a mischievous smirk, he continued. "Very surprised."

 

[Ra's]

The fearless Kaleesh was of course a part of this pehaps crucial mission for the Sith order, wearing his armor and wielding his Electro-Bisento which slayed many lives in the past, the Sith Knight wait for whatever will happen, of course he was looking forward for some good fight which would allow him to kill even more fools who believed themselves strong enough to beat the great Ra's. His cold and bestial look was fixed forward .

 

[Aril Vrane]

As was the Nagi native. Excited to prove his might and abilities in service to the most powerful Sith empire. He was amongst the knights that would partake in this crucial mission, aided by his ever-so loyal friend and trusted ally, his crimson lightsaber. He had a much more composed look on his face as he had cut down many foes in the past. The thoughts though were crossing his mind, how valuable was the Jedi detainee for it to receive such royal treatment ? Had it been for Aril, he'd given her the gentle offering of a quick, clean death.

 

[Coren Starchaser]

Starchaser was used to a lot of these operations, but this one was a bit different. He had much on his mind, and he wasn’t going to be getting out and declaring holy war on the Sith, not from behind their lines. But what he could do, was his damnedest to get the Grand Master back. It meant that the Sith were going to be finding him, but for now, he had his blaster on his hip, and was waiting for the time to use it. He had his lightsaber, but he was doing his best to keep the Force away from him.

“Anyone have eyes?” Coren spoke calmly, hoping that he could at least get a direction. “Porter?” He asked his droid who gave the answer in a negative. What Coren was hoping for, was just somewhere to be where he could keep an eye on everything, and everyone. Shaking his head, he couldn’t focus on anything yet and was walking through the starport. He was hoping that having a bit of time without shaving would throw off any scanners, but he wasn’t expecting that much.

Watching people enter in and out of the starport, he was wondering if this was the only way in or out. He leaned on the wall, a foot up against it as he was looking over something on his datapad. He wasn’t looking at anything in particular, just browsing.

 

[Elise]

Location: Landing pad-- being escorted between Vesta Zambrano Darth Prazutis and Adriana Fortemps 's minions ( Darth Daiara Allyson Locke )

all the good girls go to hell

Ruby-red eyes rolled below the skull-faced helmet that adorned vis head, continuing on down the ramp with Jedi in tow. "Don't ask questions you'd rather not know the answers of." Ve warned, though vis tone carried considerably less bite than it had when ve'd threatened her initially regarding ver being a skin-changer. Ve hadn't actually intended to take her tongue out. Probably. Vis father? Well, perhaps Elise could count herself lucky - she was a little too valuable to dismember until Adriana Fortemps had a chance to milk her for whatever information she had in her stuffy little head of hers.

Then, Vesta smiled with a predator's grin, it would be the Shi'ido's turn.

Not that the High Inquisitor knew that turning over the grandmaster to the Shadow Hand was tantamount to giving her right back to the shapeshifter, but even that secret made vis stomach churn like it was filled to the brim with thudbugs - an excitement that ve usually kept to verself.

"I have a feeling we will be seeing much more of each other, one way or another." Vesta added, cryptically, as the two stepped out into the open - likely in plain sight to anyone who happened to be looking for them in particular. Another stream of hot air blew from vis lips.

"Lord Prazutis, I have arrived with the cargo."​

Darth Prazutis Coren Starchaser Caedyn Arenais Nida Perl Thirdas Heavenshield Dorn Monteth AMCO Centin Tillo Taeli Raaf

Cargo.

The title left her gut churning, the first moment of her capture to draw a response from her. She had been taken to a place of desolation, shown truths that she had not fathomed, threatened, and brought into the belly of the sith empire all the span of a day. This shapeshifter, this Shi'ido had no intention of keeping Elise inside her own hands. Which made the term cargo resonate that much stronger within her.

The air was thick with the corruption of the being that waited outside for her, clouding her ability to see what would come next. Elise's feet did not want to take her forward.

The chain tugged, the cuffs on her wrist urging her down on the ramp and onto the space pad itself.

Elise stood in the open surrounded by the two sith lords and their accompaniment, squinting against the daylight. The sunlight reflected off her blonde hair like a beacon, showing a stark contrast between the captive and captors. While her peers sought to remain hidden, their force signatures muted, Elise did the opposite. A pulse of the force resonated off her chest, pure and light as it echoed off into the area around them. It was nothing short of a cry for help-- and those with psychometry would find the area now had a story to tell. It was perhaps the only cookie crumb of her presence she'd had a chance to leave, and she took it.

What.

Vesta had said not to speak.

Elise smiled, the presence of the darkside challenged for the sparest moment as her energy lingered. Her vision cleared onto the oppressive form in front of her, an effort made not to show the natural wave of fear coiling inside of her as she stared down the man.

"Lord Prazutis," she greeted softly, echoing the sith's words. "I've heard much about you."

She needed to break free. Now.



tldr: Elise sent out an energy pulse-- a cry for help. She suspects you're there and is trying to tell you where she is.

 

[Kyra Perl]

Location: Atop a building, across the river, staring at the landing pad.
Near: Thirdas Heavenshield Caedyn Arenais Tulan Kor

Construction Site
On Overwatch

He'd barely had time to finish his snack before suddenly there was activity out the wazoo, and he quickly scanned the dropship and its escorting fighters with his optics. "That's them alright," he added to Caedyn Arenais' conclusion. As soon as the dropship landed what appeared to be elite Sith troops began to assemble outside it. A heavily armed escort of that size sure would carry a most precious cargo.

"He's here..."

"Wait, what," was all Thirdas had time to say as his Jedi partner suddenly just ran off. "Don't do anything stupid, Jedi," he called after him, before taking up aim once more and reported in to the various teams what was happening out by the landing pads.

"This is Overwatch. We have confirmed Sith and Imp elite troopers exiting the dropship. Some kind of bigshot from the looks of it. No sign of the Grandmaster."

He could hear the sound of scrambling footsteps coming from behind, and by the time Kyra Perl appeared around the the corner she'd be met by the barrel of his side-arm pointing straight at her. It was soon lowered once he realised who it was.

"You've got to be kidding me," he muttered and holstered his blaster. "Can't sneak up on someone like that without announcing yourself first, you'll get yourself killed." He didn't look her way but rather spoke while readjusting his aim a second time. He wasn't used to this much distraction while on sniper duty.

"Wait a minute, wait a minute," he noted a second aircraft coming in for a landing. It wasn't the usual Imp vessel, but the fact that it should happen to appear shortly after the first dropship felt suspicious. It made sense to him that Sith weren't the patient sort and would want a handover of this importance to be brief and punctual.

"Overwatch here, a second ship has just landed. Not a known Imp model from what I can tell. Could be where the Grandmaster is being held," he sent another report to his allies inside the space port. He used his optics to digitally tag the newly arrived vessel, so that its location would pop up for the others on their comms devices.

Suddenly, completely out of left field, Kyra decided to pull out her lightsaber for all to see. "Karking hell--!" With his metal hand he lashed out at Kyra's holding the saber, knocking it out her hand. "Watch where you point that thing, for faen's sake...!" He'd already lost one set of limbs.

"Kyra," he gathered himself and tried to remain focused on the mission. "Please, just sit perfectly still, and be quiet. Pretend... that you're a rock."

Nida Perl | Tulan Kor | Coren Starchaser | Amani Serys | Dorn Monteth
Darth Prazutis | AMCO | Vesta Zambrano | Taeli Raaf | Darth Daiara ​

Kyra let out a cry, her hand stinging as his metal limb smacked her saber from her grip. All at once a wash of heat pricked at her tear ducts, the move so cruel she was ready to cry. Instead she stood there, wavering in indignation.

"I know how use a saber!" She protested, but it had no sway.

"Kyra," he gathered himself and tried to remain focused on the mission. "Please, just sit perfectly still, and be quiet. Pretend... that you're a rock."

She sputtered, the tears lost in a heat of fury. "I'm not a rock!" She bellowed, the concept of tact lost to her on their special ops mission. What did it matter anyway. They were on a roof top a whole water's edge away from the drop-off point. No one would hear them. She shoved at his shoulder, one handed and awkward but full of furiously as her anger funneled out into the physical.

Caedyn Arenais had been training her to release her energy into sparing. He probably hadn't meant anger, but there it was all the same.

"You're a freck-oof!" Kyra startled as a pulse of energy washed out across them, the presence strangely familiar and warm. She perked and looked around, her shoulders tense as she tried to find the source of the light energy.

"Uh.... I thought we were suppose to be hiding our force signature..." She whispered over the comms. To most, the owner of the energy would be obvious. To Kyra? Her blithe awareness did her no favors here.

Grandmaster Elise.

 

[Thirdas Heavenshield]

Construction Site

"It's not-- It's a figure of speech, dammit!"

Her shove barely made an impact even as he stared down the sights of his sniper rifle. All it did was annoy him. The unfolding situation across the water however forced his attention more than the Zeltron brat beside him.

As Kyra made a comment regarding the sudden surge in Force signature from one of their colleagues, even Thirdas could feel the faintest tingle in the very core of his being. Is that how it feels all the time for them? Weird.

"Rescue Team, this is Overwatch," he spoke over comms. "I have eyes on the Grandmaster; repeat, the Grandmaster is in the open and in the process of being handed to the Sith. If you're gonna do something you better do it now, once she boards that Imperial dropship it will be too late."

They were running out of time.

"I've got clear shots across the board, give me the order and I'll drop these guys while you grab the Grandmaster."

SJC: Kyra Perl | Tulan Kor | Coren Starchaser | Nida Perl | Dorn Monteth | Caedyn Arenais
Centin Tillo | Amani Serys
TSE: Darth Prazutis | Vesta Zambrano | Akulak Mantacor | AMCO | Darth Daiara | Taeli Raaf
Ra's | Aril Vrane ​

 

[Nida Perl]

Location | Starport Generic Café

Objective | Ohgodohgod

Writing With | AMCO

As frightened as she was, Nida’s training kept her mind at work. The dark side of the Force flowed freely on the planet, as the Sith had no need to conceal their presence on their own world. Powerful ripples in the Force rocked her like waves during the arrival of formidable dark-sided masters in response to their rescue attempt. Only on the battlefield had she felt such pressure, but yet none of it came from the charming young man in front of her. She surmised that he simply had no need of it.

Her body began to steady, shifting into survival mode, conserving its resources in case she needed to make a quick exit. Steadily, the tension in her mind and body uncoiled. Anxiety could be a useful tool allowing one to make quick decisions, but so often did it unbalance her. “Are you telling the truth?”

If he slithered his way through her mind, he’d find more than just nerves. Perhaps he’d touch the darker memories and questions buried beneath years of happy memories and Jedi training. Nida sensed that something was off, but knew that she could do nothing to stop him. Fighting off a mental invasion would only be a waste of energy. And if he was lying to bait her, she wanted to know.

Despite everything she believed and had been taught, curiosity burned through her like the bile rising in her throat.

“Do you know more about me than I know about myself?”

She spoke carefully, tentatively, unsure if she should even be entertaining the thoughts in her mind. But they were incessant like thorns pricking her skin.

 

[Ra's]

Objective : Kill the intruder and complete the mission
Situation : Duel 1vs1
Opponent : Tulan Kor
Post : 1

As the Kaleesh was looking for intruders in his patrool he found exactly what he was looking for, a member of the Jedi forces vermin ? Most likely, well take i'm out first and questions might be answered with his corpse.

" It was foolish for you to be here alone Jedi vermin."

Claim the Knight with bloodlust as he approach with killing intent the man hiding in the Bar. Without further talk he rush forward throwing his Electro Bisento at the opponent aiming for the main body in the hope of piecing him from the front to back.

 

[Aril Vrane]

On guard duty at the control center of the space sport which parallels the entrance and the exits, Aril stood with an inquisitorial look on his face coupled with a stone faced expression. His duty was to identify anything that would appear to be unusual or simply out of the ordinary. After all, word was out, that the all-powerful empire of the Sith had managed to capture precious assets that would surely permit them to gain the upper hand in their eternal conflict against the Jedi. It was therefore not only a certainty, but a matter of time before the SJO would attempt an infiltration to reacquire said assets.

His purpose and sole duty, was to make sure the exchange went smoothly, so that the Jedi detainees would be sent where they belong: a cold dark cell. As he glances toward the flow of arrivals and departure, everything seemed normal at first; the diversity in alien species arriving through, all going about their businesses as they would on any normal day and so without a care in the world of their surroundings. Aril did however, remark a very suspicious entity: one man, standing at the distance, looking through some sort of datapad (COREN). He too, seemed to be watching closely the arrivals, but for what ? He had never seen this man before and his demeanor was not that of a Sith, even less that of an operative. At this point in time, thoughts were flowing through the head of the Nagi native. Could this strange man have been sent by the Jedi ? What exactly was he doing on this Datapad ? Gathering information and reconnaissance data about their defenses ? Was he acting alone ? THAT, was suspiciously unusual.

And so, the sith knight would march on towards the suspicious man with firm intent on finding out what exactly his purposes here were. Aril had a graceful tone about him, relaxed and composed he could even pass as an harmless figure given his Nagai traits. Glancing at the man with a furrowed brow, always retaining his inquisitorial look, he'd ask:

- YOU HERE. State your business on this port and provide your identification papers.

Nothing else would be said vocally, but the conversation would continue on abstractly through a single gesture: he'd give the man his left flank, where on his belt was attached the golden hilt of his crimson lightsaber. It was a simple way to make him understand that, should he chose not to cooperate, there would be problems.

 

[Darth Prazutis]

Location: Yavin IV, Spaceport
Tags: Elise, Kyra Perl , Tulan Kor , Coren Starchaser , Nida Perl , Dorn Monteth , Caedyn Arenais, Centin Tillo , Amani, Vesta Zambrano, Akulak Mantacor, AMCO , Darth Daiara , Taeli Raaf , Ra's , Aril Vrane

D E A T H ​

Few could withstand the pressure of being in the presence of a Jedi Grandmaster unleashed like a radiant beacon.

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It made it all the more chilling when the helmet receded from the giant and his face came into view the complete disregard was so chilling it could freeze warm blood right in the vein. The molten orbs that burned like hot coals were accentuated by his pale skin, even with his genhanced body and regenerative capacity it was most times unavoidable the price of such immeasurable power. Where most Sith would balk at such a light or be taken back by her radiance the apathy on his face was absolutely deafening. It spoke to the legend surrounding the one they called the Lord of Lies and the horrific deeds perpetuated at his hand. He did not flinch when standing before such a beacon simply because he fought and killed them before extinguishing their light and casting their bodies down on the blood soaked earth. "And I know everything about you. Grand Master Elise." The Shadow Hand replied his deep commanding baritone thrummed with an otherworldly power, his gaze flickering towards the escort. ​

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For the faintest moment one could've sworn there was an upward curl on his mouth but it vanished in the blink of an eye, a minute gesture that he may or may not have known more than he was letting on. The giant stepped closer to the woman his gaze never wavering from her eyes. The power armor hissed its internal components hummed disrupting the tranquility of the moment. "Did you think they could escape my watchful eye? Your doe eyed would be rescuers waiting in the wings? I see them all." He said his voice dropping to little more than a whisper. It thrummed with a disturbing fury that could rattle the bones beneath the skin as his voice dropped yet again to the Grand Master "It won't be enough." There was something menacing to those four simple words and the supreme confidence in which he spoke them. It wasn't the boastful talk of the ignorant rather it was absolute assurance, as if he was stating a fact. "They will not survive me. They are all in my world now." He said tapping a button on his wrist panel to alert all Sith in the area to stand ready for the coming attack.​

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"Their blood will be on your hands. They've cast themselves into the jaws of oblivion for you, they've come so far yet they cannot see that you are already out of reach." The Shadow Hand whispered. All around him the dark side surged incited by whatever it was the Sith Lord was doing. All the while he glowered over her, his eyes burning holes through her own. ​

 

[AMCO]

Location: Starport, generic cafe.
Objective: Truth in falsehood.
Writing With: Nida Perl
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A soft smile at her question and a just as soft reply. "Only very rarely do I lie - to you, I've said nothing but the truth." A dubious claim, from most Sith, but he was not most Sith; lies and deceit could be useful, no doubt, but he had long since found a reputation for honesty to be more useful yet.

Shadowy memories, questions she had never dared ask, he could have gone deeper, it would have been oh so easy, but he had no desire to harm the young Zeltron. Instead, he opted to retreat to the edges of her mind... tugging a little something with him as he went, something long-buried.

"Yes."

There was no doubt in his voice as he answered her hesitant question, no trace of lies or deceit, only certainty.

"You have been asleep for a very long time, Nida. Would you like to know the truth?"

 

[Caedyn Arenais]

Location: Construction Site
Objective: Confront the Lord of Lies
Opponent: Darth Prazutis

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The presence of Grandmaster Elise reached the Jedi Knight as he moved as swiftly, yet silently across the waterbed via a clearly sentient-made track avoiding most but the shallows before reaching the other side. Though dirtied and wet, his boots pushed against the earth as he sought to climb up the bank leading to the side of the Imperial compound, from what he assumed would be in complete view of the point of overwatch where Thurion Heavenshield and Kyra Perl had been left behind.

As for his own presence in the Force, it had all but clouded him from the eyes and minds of the weaker Sith-Imperial troopers; He didn't dare to risk setting off the sensory equipment of the specialist guard who had arrived moments before the Lord of Lies and so keeping far out of eyes sight from them, Caedyn scaled the wall over into the compounds interior with the intent of heading towards the surge of Light that he had picked up on.

The Presence of Darth Prazutis was however too great and ignore and despite his being in the same vicinity as Elise, the shear knowledge that his fathers killer had presented himself before the operation was difficult to ignore. Had the Jedi Knight been willing to listen to his better judgement and sought to relax himself, he might have heard that silent voice telling him to withdraw, yet choosing instead to ignore this in favor of a chance to stand before the Sith Lord and bring House Arenais retribution...-Caedyn would face the consequences once having avenged his Father.

The closer he grew to the Sith Lord, the more his anger and his impatience grew.