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Ryloth Rising [CIS]

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BLOCKADE
Ryloth Orbit, Southern Systems

Alarms blared.

Sensors raged as numerous vessels manifested from Hyperspace. The comm channels were flooded with frantic cries - of Interdictors locking down the heavens. Below, Ryloth was whipped into a frenzy. What was once a typical afternoon contorted into a worst case scenario. The Slaver's Guild which kept the planet in a vice grip now felt a chill running down its spine. They had returned. The adversary of oppression. The liberator of the South. The Confederacy of Independent Systems. In short order had their congregation of vessels established an effective blockade - not a single ship was going in or out. What's more, the hangar bays opened...

And a swarm descended upon the world. Dropships. Droid Fighters. A literal horde of liberation broke atmosphere and soared over their objectives. Today, the Slaver's Guild would be broken. Today, Ryloth would be freed.

OBJECTIVES

Cleansing the Temple - In ancient times, the Sith erected an academy specifically to tutor initiates in the ways of stealth and guile. Now, it has become a cesspool at the hand of the Slaver's Guild. Our goal is simple: infiltrate the Academy grounds, eliminate the Slaver presence, and lay claim to any and all artifacts that may yet linger.

Heartbreaker - Lessu, one of the twin capital of Ryloth, has become the beating heart of the Guild's presence. The overwhelming majority of native captives are held prisoner within its walls. There is only one way in or out of the capital city: a plasma bridge. Our aim is twofold. First: capture the bridge controls, thereby enabling our armed forces unhindered advance into the city. Second: liberate and arm as many captives as possible.

BYOO - Ryloth is a vast and beautiful world. From the mountains to the Nightlands, it is fully open for you to explore!

[member="Aedan Miles"], [member="Akabane Jarvik"], [member="Arlox"], [member="Aut-X"], [member="B1-990"], [member="BX-25233"], [member="Charr"], [member="Cori Ilian"], [member="Darth Interitus"], [member="Darth Kentarch"], [member="Darth Rixas"], [member="Edward Varric"], [member="Galven Hansol"], [member="Hades Dai"], [member="Holowan Industries"], [member="IT-88"], [member="Izevel Zambrano"], @Jenica Cath, [member="Jrogan"], [member="Kal Jaii"], [member="Marcus Lund"], [member="Morgan Redeaux"], [member="Nar-Pal"], [member="Natalie LaForte"], [member="Natasha Darkstar"], [member="Nylea Apollodor"], [member="Sarunāties"], [member="Sochi Ru"], [member="Tmoxin Temi"], [member="Valis Marr"]
 
Location: The Resurrection

Aedan Miles sat on board the ship he had decided to use as his personal flagship for a time the Prototype Death God 1 also known as The Resurrection along with this ship a surprising amount of what appeared to be freighter at first that is until their cargo pods opened and disgorged fighters and gunships around them. Following along with them were a large number of Dire-class patrol ships Aedan's forces surging forward as to move into positions that would allow them to intercept anyone that attempted to leave the planet. Sighing Aedan strode away form the command throne that doubled as a meditation sphere and dark side nexus. As his primary forces moved into position there would be yet another burst as another smaller yet more heavily armed armada left hyperspace a series of ships ranging from Impregnable-class to Vindicator and Gladiator-class ships moving into a secondary position behind the primary blockade where they could provide fire support.

[member="Eternal Muse"]
 
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Objective: Cleansing the Temple
Allies: [member="Darth Interitus"] [member="Nylea Apollodor"] and any Geonosian Knights and CIS members who want to participate

The Sith Academy on Ryloth had originally trained Acolytes in the art of deception, subterfuge, poisons and how to quietly and efficiently execute a target. These would be the exact skills that Tmoxin Temi had urged the Geonosian Knights of the Confederacy to use against a conglomeration of slavers which had taken up residence in the old academy.

Oddly enough a male Twi’lek was the ringleader of the small slaving group, reinforcing Tmoxin’s ever-present belief that aliens were the more barbaric of the species as opposed to humans or near-humans. She almost always kept this opinion to herself unless you were a trusted confidant.

“His name is Jarcogek. Jarco for short. We’ve occasionally intercepted communications with his code name, called…,” Tmoxin wrinkled her nose and peered at her datapad. “The Red Bandit. He deals in rare colored Twi’leks, preferably those of scarlet, crimson or fire-red hue. Jarco himself is a Darian Twi’lek and is brownish yellow in color.”

Setting her datapad down on a crate in a staging area in a dense jungle brush near the Academy, she continued. “There are likely fifty to one hundred slavers, a few droids for protection and at least two hundred slaves to free and take to a Confederacy rehabilitation location on Ryloth. Any questions?”
 
Seguidor Oculto de la Verdad
Objective: Cleansing the Temple


Kentarch remembered why he had never traveled to this planet, it was way to hot for his liking. There were also way too many bugs, the foliage and ground smelt of rot and decay. Standing with his arms crossed near [member="Tmoxin Temi"], he listened as she briefly went over a slaver named Jarcogek's dossier. As Tmoxin set the data-pad his gazed locked on the Hapan.

"I have several questions. Why for one is he a target? Have we made contact with this man? For all we know he could be an asset in the future. Why free the slaves? Emancipation is popular among the core worlds, wealthy democracies, and pretty Hapan girls so their elites and liberals can feel good about themselves, but they often don't care about exploitative practices abroad. Which means this operation can hold a significant dollar value to our interests." Darth Kentarch was always little too blunt. "Likewise slavers like this often almost always operate as part of much larger "labor guild" who often answer to larger criminal elements. Do we risk making an enemy by disrupting this operation?" The Sith often taught their disciples the line "Peace is a Lie", however Kentarch found that freedom was a lie as well. Their were two types of people in the galaxy, the conquered and the conquerors.


"If the slaves prove they are strong, they will break their chains and set themselves free." He said citing the Sith code.
 
Location: Outside Lessu
Objective: Capture Bridge Controls
Secondary Objective: Determine Corporate Connections
Allies: Unknown.
Enemies: Slaver's guild, Others.

The landing zone was originally a half klick from the city wall, to stay well outside of small arms fire while still being close to the wall. But that seemed a little less than possible now. The sky began to fill with flack almost as soon as they entered the city's vicinity. "AA emplacements on the ridge. Take them out!" The pilot called, a faint response the only sign that the droid fighters heard the order before launching themselves towards the enemy. Each plasma round flew past the shuttle made Natasha fear it would be her last. The whole sky seemed on fire. She clutched the rifle in her hands tight. She'd need it today.

"T minus five to Drop A!" The call jarred her back into her mind. She glanced around at the others. Her teammates were close to where she stood, raven hair cut short to keep it out of the way.One of them looked to her and nodded,his face a rigid mask. Two other teams filled the dropship. Each had their assignments in the city once they were close. She reviewed their own in her head, walking herself through the steps. Team one and two would go for a frontal assault, using jump packs and repulsorlifts to cross the gap. Meanwhile, team three would cross behind the city, moving on a section far from the bridge controls but less defended. The idea was, one of the three teams could get inside, hopefully without raising alarms, and get to the bridge while the main force mustered outside of the enemy's range. If the Force was with them, the city would be free by sundown.

"Arriving at Drop A!" The first team disembarked. Spotting two other shuttles dropping squads, she smiled. No losses so far.

The shuttle whirred off to Drop Zone B. Only two minutes now.

[member="Eternal Muse"] [member="Aedan Miles"] [member="Tmoxin Temi"] [member="Darth Kentarch"]
 
Due to the nature of the operation, Tristis tried not to breathe.

This was not due to nerves or anything of that nature. Rather, when compared to a whole being, his lungs were a touch more...loud. With every breath, a ragged wheeze would escape his respirator. A grating, metallic cacophany that could wake the dead if unchecked. Thus, despite the grievous discomfort, the Cyborg did his best to quell this reality. His breaths were only taken when absolutely necessary - and even then he did his absolute best to mute them. As opposed to bold wheezes, he produced infrequent...strained sounds. Thus, as breathing itself was out of the question, the Cyborg took to communicating telepathically for the duration of the mission. It was a chore. It was excessive when paired with the not-breathing.

But, it was necessary.

As he knelt beside [member="Darth Kentarch"], Tristis' "eyes" zoomed in. He took a moment to assess what laid before whilst also running over the plan previously explained by [member="Tmoxin Temi"]. Free the slaves. Claim the Temple. Easy enough. Turning, he placed his "gaze" upon the Sith beside him, uttering not a word verbally.

The South is hungry for Independence, not another Empire. Once freed, those slaves will fight harder for us than that Slaver will. It's better to arm the majority than appease the minority.

His monotone thoughts would hang in the air for any Sensitive to hear before he nodded at their Archon.

No questions here.
 
The bugs nor heat appeared to be bothering the Blood Monarch, but that was due to the strong insect repellent/malaria pills she’d ingested earlier, manufactured by Morpho Pharmaceuticals, her bio-research company.

“We have someone inside the academy ([member="Verd Skirata"]), so while we haven’t made direct contact with Jarco, we are watching his every move. I’ll have someone link you into the camera feed if you like.”

Kentarch was a Sith, and Tmoxin recalled with a beleaguered sigh why she had such a distaste for their organization. So argumentative. Her sharply arched brows rose at the mention of Hapan girls.

“Look to be perfectly frank, I was hoping to turn the Academy into a training center for the Geonosian Knights, but if you feel there’s value in negotiating with Jarco, by all means do so. I won’t stop you as long as we clear him out and let the Ryloth authorities know we rehomed the slaves.” Whether they really would or not, was completely up to the operation team. Collaboration would be the foundation of this new democracy. Slavery or no slavery was inconsequential to the mix at least in the former Commander's mind.

While they had little in common ideology-wise, Tmoxin’s personal beliefs about slavery were very similar to Kentarch’s. Slaves were often a necessity especially in a sector burgeoning with the need for labor. The Sith Lord could keep all two hundred slaves for all she cared. The Hapan only wanted the building for her own use.

“And what in the Seven Moons is that awful, wheezing noise?” Tmoxin vexed, peered around her, not at all realizing the sound was Tristan’s breathing.

“Never mind. Lord Kentarch, do you care to lead the way?”

[member="Darth Kentarch"] [member="Natasha Darkstar"] [member="Tristis"]
 
Objective: Heartbreaker/ capture the bridge


Marcus stood in the drop ship whit [member="Natasha Darkstar"] as she flak came in his smiled "wel they know we are here, lets just hope it wil distract them" as the drops ship lest the first drop zone he took out his blaster checking it one last time to make shure it was in perfect working condition, when he was satisfied the blaster was working fine he put it away again, he clenched his mechanical fist fore the same reason before he started running thru the plan out loud "oke, get into the city, activate the bridge, free and arm the slaves, kill or capture any slaver present in the city" he leaned back against the wall of the drop ship mental preparing himself fore the battle to come.
 
Operation Heartbreak
T minus two minutes to Drop Zone.
Location: Outside Lessu
Objective: Capture Bridge Controls
Secondary Objective: Determine Corporate Connections
Allies: [member="Marcus Lund"]
Enemies: Slaver's guild, Others.

As the second team deployed, Natasha glanced around at the others. She had never been anywhere close to a soldier. She had grown up a serving girl, and worked as an undercover agent and slicer. She could shoot fine, sure, and the few cybernetics she had helped with that, but she wasn't anywhere near the point most of these men were. They had asked her to come along because they didn't have another slicer. Or maybe it was that she was better at that part of the job than anyone else they could muster. Either way, it put the woman into the line of fire. She hoped it would be worth it.

"There's going to be a lot more slavers than we have ammo for." Nat commented as the other cyborg reviewed mission details. "Plus, we need to cover a lot of ground. It may be best to not go loud until and unless we have to." She frowned, turning to look out the window. "Arming the slaves will only get us so far. They don't have much training, or anything besides resentment and rage. Once they're freed and start fighting back, the enemy will know we're here." A sigh escaped her. It seemed impractical, almost impossible. But it could be done. She hoped. "Let's hope the other teams have some luck getting into the city. We may take too long getting there."
 
Seguidor Oculto de la Verdad
Objective: Cleansing the Temple

Kentarch showed no expression to Tmoxin's comments or [member="Tristis"]'s as his gazed remained fixed on the Temple. "I have no objections about who gets the temple or what its used for. I'll make you a deal, you can have the building and I take the slaves, good enough?" Kentarch glanced around at the jungle, this wasn't a place he was dying to own after all. "But I doubt that dancing slave girls from Ryloth will make professional soldiers. Droids don't argue with orders, they are not susceptible to fear, and they don't need to eat food or demand emancipation rights." He understood where the cybernetic Sith Lord was coming from. But the harsh realities of the Southern Systems were a necessary evil. If they sought to unify this part of the galaxy, they need to appeal to the criminal elements.

If you want to make enemies, try and change something. He said through the force

When [member="Tmoxin Temi"] asked him to take the lead, Kentarch did not protest. "Don't engage until my command then. No need for a visual, have your man on the inside give us a steady report on Jarco's movements." He stated, although he was impressed with Temi's mole on the inside he did not show it. Despite being a master of stealth, the Sith lord took no efforts to conceal himself or even draw his weapon. He simply walked off towards the temple. Through the force he could slowly sense the presence of several guards and the slaves, despite them being still out of his line of sight.

No matter what anyone said, he would try and negotiate first.
 
Seela sat quiet and patiently in the grand room of Jarcogek. The crimson Twi’lek had advanced from the slave pens to the opulent room of the head slaver, due to good behavior. But she was alert, her faculties honed to her surroundings despite the spice that Jarco supplied.

Still in Seela’s waking mind, she’d have this prescient dream at times, one which showed her that she might be freed in the near future, only to enter another type of relationship. Perhaps with a figure not as lenient as Jarco.

Sampling the Ryloth delights placed in front of her - not spice but some type of sweet delicacy, made of mushrooms or vegetation - she imagined a life away from the pens and the masters and the subjugators. But for a scarlet Twi’lek with no apparent skills except a Force signature, Seela had no other option than to wait for her fate to come to her.

[member="Darth Kentarch"] [member="Tristis"]
 
Marcus looked at [member="Natasha Darkstar"] whit a smile on his face "the ammo is not necessarily a problem, give the oppressed a chance to take there freedom and they wil fight fore Thad cause whit anything they can get there hands on, or even there bare hands if they have too, and though they might not al have training they have 2 other advantages over the slavers"he said as he counted at the 2 on his mechanical fingers "1 a good understanding of there surroundings, and more importantly a superiority in numbers, sines those slavers only care about there profit they are bound to have fare more people enslaved than they have slavers to guard them"
as he spoke about the slavers his distain fore them was clearly obvious in his voice.

he sighted as the slicer seemingly misinterpreted his plan "It seems you are misunderstanding me miss, i am not saying we go in sound, i am saying we go in as silently as possible and activate Thad bridge, than when the slavers are occupied fighting the main fore at the bridge, we free and arm the slaves, trapping the slavers between the main force and an army of angry ex slaves, if those slavers got any sense in there credit obsessed brains than they will surrender at Thad point." he looked outside the window, looking past her "if they are not successful they wil at least offer anof of a distraction fore us to get true and complete the mission, one way or the other this city wil be free by nightfall"
 

Verd Skirata

Fancy flyin' and good fightin' make for a good day
Verd Skirata had his mandalorian armor on at all times in this camp. He had been contacted by @T'moxin Temi and asked to infiltrate a large slaving operation and provide her with intel on the camp. He thoroughly despised the use of slaves and this seemed like the perfect way to cause some mayhem in the industry. He had hooked his helmet's visual feed up to a transmitter on his utility belt and thus sent the data to his ship's computer to store and allow T'moxin access to the video and audio feed via a vpn. (Virtual private network) He then had the ship's computer uploading the vpn to the holonet and allowing her to access it when she logged in. The video and audio feed would all be for nothing if he didn't get close to the man in charge.

He had come into this camp for two weeks now and he had since become a respected member of the team. Jarco had even taken to assigning Verd various leadership tasks among the ranks of the slavers. He used the respect he had gained to move around camp to various defensive positions, hiding small concussive charges that with an entry from his datapad he could cause individual or all charges to blow. Next he moved on to the power generators, two of which he had caused to fail with small emp devices and had "fixed" them. They now were outfitted with another emp generator hidden within the various mechanical parts, allowing him to shroud the academy's interior with darkness as well. 'These Slavers were not going to know what hit them.' he thought to himself as he toggled his helmet's internal comm mode, which prevented anyone around him from hearing what he had to say as he contacted miss Temi.
"We have a few surprises ready for the slavers. I will be awaiting further contact."
 

BX-25233

The original commando droid with a hat
BX-25233 was able to sneak into the last slaver transport before they turned off the bridge. He was waiting for the main force to get to the location of the bridge and distract the slavers while he went to activate the bridge controls and then look for the slaver's boss and slice his head off. BX-25233 activated his comms device to inform everyone of his location and to also check if there are required changes to his mission objective.

"This is BX-25233 informing allies that I am in a slaver transport that got in the city. My Mission is to activate bridge and assassinate Slaver Leader please confirm if this is true or requires change. My mission starts in 5 assuming you have engaged the slavers at the other side of the bridge."
 
Cleansing the Temple


Lucky was hauling ass through the corridors of the carrier ship he'd been assigned to. He'd forgotten about the role call as he had been in a mineral bath, deoxidizing his joint to release the stress his age put on them. For a droid as senior as he was, one would think he'd be competent enough to remember when role call was. But, being a simple Series II B1, he was about as intelligent as a nine year old.

The call over the ships intercoms ordered all units to dropships, he'd miss the invasion. 1313 rounded the last corner to the hangar and leapt through the bulkhead doors af the last dropship. Clanking and clinking as he scratched his newly buff paint, he rose to his feet and all the other B1's gave him a look in their deadpan faces that screamed "what the frak?"

<<What? Can't a droid get a buff and no one talk about it? You guys look like you were bought out of a junk yard you scrap heaps.>> Then soon realizing that the others weren't looking at his paint job, but the fact he had his towel still wrapped on his headpiece. He'd been drying off his antenna when he realized he was late. Quickly tossing it out the door before liftoff, Lucky and the others screamed out of the hangar for the surface of Ryloth to rendezvous with [member="Tmoxin Temi"], [member="Darth Kentarch"], and [member="Tristis"].
 
“Good, we are in alignment Lord Kentarch. And I agree. Perhaps you find one with special skills, and the rest of the Twi’leks we use as experimental subjects?” So quickly Tmoxin and Kentarch had found an alternative use for the alien slaves. Collaboration!

“At your wish,” the Hapan said with a deferential nod. At this point she would make contact with Verd Skirata and access the data feed on her own handheld device.

"We have a few surprises ready for the slavers. I will be awaiting further contact."

“Perfect. Darth Kentarch is going in first. He’s a powerful Sith Lord, but I don’t think he’s going to unleash any fire and brimstone yet. Where is your position and where is Jarcos? I’ll radio that to Kentarch so he knows to avoid whatever surprise is in store.”

She radioed to her Dark brethren ahead of her and said, “Our CIS man has set up some kind of trap for the Twi’lek. If things sour, let me know and I’ll have him put Plan B into action.”

Now where we those damn B1 droids she’d been promised as backup?

[member="Darth Kentarch"] [member="Tristis"] [member="Verd Skirata"] [member="B1-1313"]
 

Arlox

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A number of droids were already on standby, along with a good chunk of Apex's division of soldiers that were waiting on the command to march into the city via the plasma bridge. Arlox received the comms message from designated droid 25233, in which he activated his own comms and said "Received, as soon as the slavers start to focus on the group at the bridge, activate the controls." Arlox then signaled about 20 men of Apex to come with him, he didn't bring any droids as he didn't want to give any hints of the massive invasion that was to soon happen on the city. Arlox was in his full TC-777 armor, along with his hammer and AP-41 gun. He was fully armed and dressed for the occasion.

It was a long walk from where the army was waiting, towards where the plasma bridge was. They had to keep a good distance in order to keep them in the dark for as long as possible, but before Arlox left told them to keep the vehicles running and their formations in place. To wait for the command to march upon the city. Arlox and his group finally reached where the plasma bridge was and as expected, there was a small amount of guards at the initial entrance of the plasma bridge. As Arlox and his group got closer, the guards loaded and cocked their guns ready, aiming it at Arlox's group. One of the guards said "State your business." in which, Arlox said "I have an appointment with the guild, let us through..." in which the guards looked confused, still keeping their guns aimed at the group. "If there was an appointment, we would be aware of it. Turn around now or we'll have to open fire." Arlox gave a laugh, saying "Now now... I'm sure we can be reasonable." One of the guards stepped back and started to talk on the radio, it appeared he was calling for extra men.

Arlox started to talk with the guards, keeping them distracted and saw that other men on the other side of the bridge started to load up their guns and were aimed at Arlox and his group, Arlox then put his hand behind his bottom back and pressed the radio button three times, which he hopes the static would act as a signal for [member="BX-25233"] to now activate the bridge controls while the slavers at the plasma bridge were focused on Arlox.
 
Seguidor Oculto de la Verdad
Objective: Cleansing the Temple

As he grew closer to the Temple a feeling in the force struck him. He stopped in his tracks at the presence, a powerful force user, normally this would not bother the Sith Lord. Tmoxin and Tristis were behind him on foot, their signatures radiating darkness through the force. Yet this presence was raw, unrefined, untrained.

"There has been a development, I am unsure what it is. Have [member="Tristis"] take the lead. I'm going for a stealth infiltration." Kentarch said over the communicator to [member="Tmoxin Temi"]. He was elusive to the nature of what he was up to, there were other masters here and Kentarch wanted the first look. With an offset approach he came to one sides of the temple avoiding the main entrances. Glancing about, he spotted an unguarded balcony above. With a giant leap and the aide of the force he landed on the balcony, despite the distance of the jump his made not a sound upon landing.

Inside he took cover behind some supply crates. The area had strewn with gear, supplies, and caged slaves. Reaching out with the force he tried to find who it was that was a force sensitive. For a moment he wondered if a guard, lieutenant, or The Red Bandit himself was the individual he was looking for. Then he realized it was likely one of the Lethans, sensing a rather helpless presence in a large room. Slipping into a shroud, the Sith vanished down the hall as if he wasn't there.

The guards seemed rather unaware, but the door to grand room of Jarcogek slipped open slightly, the shut without making a noise. A black cloaked figure towered behind [member="Seela Tarkona"] watching as she ate the scraps of food that her master had give her. "What do we have here."
 
As Tmoxin wondered what [member="Darth Kentarch"] was up to, almost telling the Sith Lord to be careful and then realizing how absurd that sounded, she took a more cavalier attitude, remarking to [member="Tristis"], “Whatever you do in life, do not trust a Sith to do anything that does not suit his absolute best interest.” Tapping her earpiece and built-in microphone, she tried to make further contact with [member="Verd Skirata"].

Meanwhile inside the Academy, Seela felt a peculiar disturbance, the ripple of darkness closing in upon her, but could not place where or from whom it came from. She knelt as she sat, dressed rather conservatively for a Lethan slave in a small cropped, black linen top with matching harem pants. Her crimson feet were bare, toes adorned with silver rings.

She was just about to reach for another maze-stalk to chew on when the Twi’lek turned around to see Darth Kentarch emerging from the shadows behind her. Her painted-on brows raised in surprise and at his deep baritone, she tried to not make a sound.

Of course, it would be presumptuous to think he was here to rescue her, but maybe… just maybe…

Seela’s lekku curled around her shoulders instinctively, and depending upon his interest in Twi’leks this movement might be seen as attractive or even repulsive, but it was mostly a protective motion despite the fact that he could easily grab her by the brain tails and theoretically paralyze her with agony she would feel.

“This is a private room,” she said, trying not to panic. “If you want to see Jarco, I can call for him.”

[member="B1-1313"]
 

Verd Skirata

Fancy flyin' and good fightin' make for a good day
Verd had heard @T'moxin Temi respond to his message, but just as he was about to respond Jarco called out the alias he used whenever he was in the field. "Prudii, i need you to do something for me." He grabbed the mando's shoulder plate and turned him towards a group of slaves as Skirata switched back to the normal helmet mode to talk with him. "This group of merchandise has become quite problematic. i need you to deal with the issues. I am leaving this in your capable hands."

"Of course Jarco, is there anything else? you require?"

"No, Ill be in my quarters."

"Alright, I shall take care of it." he turned to the three slaves indicated and pulled out his blaster, knowing this was what was required of him and fired one shot directly into each of their heads dragged them to his landspeeder and drove away. He hated making these slaves fear for their lives and harming them as well, but it had to be done to maintain his cover. he took them back to where he had stashed his ship. it was a Beskaad class patrolship. Perhaps not the most classy ship, but it served his needs. He opened the loading ramp and drove into the small bay then carefully unloaded the slaves, then restrained them. He couldn't have them waking up and attacking him. The beautiful thing about stun blasts was that you could fake killing someone if you had to. He opened the door to the small armory he had and replaced the powercell he had used on his blaster. Then he closed and locked the door and removed the breaker that provided the power to the door system, placing it into a pouch on his utility belt and turning back to see 2 of the slaves wide eyed and staring with fear on their faces. he walked over to his speeder and pulling out a few rations of food and water he walked over and handed each of them one of each after the last one awoke. Then he resumed his communication with Tmoxin.

"I am currently at my ship, as i had to take care of something. I am on my way back to the academy. The lights will be going out at the first sign of aggession from them as well as concussive charges placed on a few of their defensive positions, should allow you an easy entrence." he paused a moment before he added, "Still, Be careful."

Turning back to the 3 he had saved he removed his helmet and said, ill be back and you will be free to do as you like after the situation is resolved. He thought he saw a few tears running down their faces as he donned his buy'che (helmet) and mounted his speeder and headed back to the camp, unaware what he may have to do next.
 

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