Dominion Sanctuary Flight | GA Dominion of Cerea

[Caelan Valoren]

"It's a long story we don't have time for," Caelan said as they moved. "But it involved someone who was using the people who attacked Lazerian as a means of trying to control our government. My age was manipulated by them. It won't be happening again."

No, it wouldn't. In face, he was going to make efforts to find out who was behind it and see to it they couldn't do it again. Whether that meant they received a death penalty or a prison sentence depended entirely on their own actions. He would offer leniency, as he always did. It wasn't right to go into things planning to kill, even if the people were responsible for the deaths of others. Some may disagree with him on that. Several, in fact, had done so. He wasn't going to change his belief, however.

They were moving swiftly and Drystan asked what else he'd been up to. He thought about mentioning other events, but that was quickly cut off when a report of nearby thugs was mentioned. Caelan came to a halt and mulled over what the other man said. A group of thugs, nearby, far enough to be out of the way. It was his call what they did. He lifted a hand and rubbed a finger beside his eye.

"We leave them. Priority is the jammer and the missing SIA operatives. Report that we won't be going for that group so someone else can."

It was a much higher priority to him that they destroy the jammer so normal Alliance personnel could operate, and that they reach the SIA operatives. Time was crucial. With the presence of the Alliance known on the world, the likelihood of finding the operatives alive dwindled. They were on borrowed time and he didn't want to delay. With that being the case, he started moving across the roofs again as they drew closer to their target area. No sense in wasting more time.

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ATTIRE: Link | WEAPON: Lightsaber | COMPANION: BD-F8 | OTHER: Sigil Bead (Necklace)

TAGS: Drystan Creed ​

 

[Aadihr Lidos]

Outfit: Field Attire | Earring | Bangle
Weapons: Walking stick / Lightsaber Pike | Slugthrower Rifle

"Hey Azurine. This was your plan?"

"Eh, not exactly, but I think she's the best prank-minded of the three of us."

"My first thought, though, would be that we follow them pretty closely and potentially relock every door they try to get open or turn off lights they've just turned on. If we're smart about it, they'll blame each other for the inconvenience. Or possibly think the place is haunted or something."

"If that's the case we should get going, they're moving in as we speak - Azzie, you're the quietest of us, I'll trust you with this" with a snicker, he handed Azurine a jar of blue Bantha milk, a callback to a crass joke shared between the two months ago. "I trust you'll know what to do with this when the time comes" he winked before he turned to Aris.

"Anything ideas for our operation? She's pranked you the most, which one was the worst - what could we reflect back to her?"

Despite the childish nature of the outing, Aadihr was giddy. Perhaps indulging in childhood horseplay he was denied.

Tigris
Vera Noble Roman Vossari Aris Noble Azurine Varek

 

[Roman Vossari]

Tags: Vera Noble

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Roman scoffed, not breaking stride. "Of course, I should take point," he retorted, his voice laced with a smugness that bordered on arrogance. "I am the superior Jedi here, last time I checked." He glanced back at Vera, a distasteful look flickering across his features. "And for the record, I don't intend on being anyone's meat shield. Especially not yours." He held out an arm, a symbolic gesture of keeping her at arm's length as he crept forward into the massive warehouse.

The sheer scale of the place was daunting. It stretched far beyond their initial estimates, a labyrinth of metal shelves and shadowy aisles. They moved carefully, weaving their way around stacks of unmarked crates, until they found a vantage point overlooking the main floor. Roman's jaw tightened. It wasn't just a distribution center, it was a bustling hive of activity. A large packing operation for Guilea was in full swing below, with thugs barking orders at terrified-looking civilians. But that wasn't all. Roman's eyes narrowed, focusing on a section slightly removed from the main operation. Smuggling. That's what this was. Large cages, clearly not meant for standard cargo, were clustered in a corner. And then he saw it: a cage, larger than the rest, containing a snarling Rancor. His breath hitched at the sight. This wasn't just a distribution center, it was a place of horrors.

Louise and Jax, ever the professionals, gestured for them to move forward, their silent signals urging them toward the office overlooking the operation. Roman pushed off the wall and led the way, his hand instinctively going to his lightsaber hilt. They moved like shadows, sliding along the walls, taking advantage of the dim lighting. As they approached the office entrance, Roman spotted two guards chatting idly by the door. Jax moved to flank one while Roman went for the other. He moved with silent speed, using the Force to wrap his arm around the man's throat. He tightened his grip just enough, cutting off his air supply. The guard's eyes widened, his hands flying to his neck, but no sound escaped his lips. Carefully, Roman choked the man until he slumped to the ground, unconscious, but still breathing. He glanced over at Vera, a smirk playing on his lips as he whispered, just loud enough for her to hear, "That's how it's done, Princess." Then, with a nod, he signaled the rest of the team to move into the office.

 

[Atlas Drake]

Nos Voros Dean Walker Katarine Ryiah Amelia Hawthorne

"Sorry to get you wrapped up in this, but assist us here and we'll forget about your attempted assault on Galactic Law enforcement, deal?" ​

"That's not how I remember it," Drake wagged a finger at the zeltron angrily, "Galactic law enforcement owes me a stack of credits."

He pulled a flask from his jacket and took a swig to calm unsteady nerves. Somewhere underneath that five o'clock shadow lurked if not a clever mind, then a survivor's keen instinct. In the other hand Atlas hadn't let go of his blaster, a rugged old Glie-44 still smoking from its last shot. More tibanna trembled within its dark nest.

"Lucky for you a cartel death mark's not an easy thing to live with," he offered the flask to Dean as a kind of peace offering, "Shall I take the young lady hostage, or would you prefer the honor?"

Something dangerous shined in his carefree smile. Atlas almost looked like he was having fun. Betraying Xin Fors to the Galactic Alliance certainly didn't seem to bother him. For a drunk bystander he was improvising with remarkable ease. Not even the revelation of their undercover status seemed to faze the captain for long.

 

[Valery Noble]

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Outfit: Jedi Jumpsuit | Wedding Ring
Weapons: Lightsabers

Valery's warm smile lingered as she listened to Taam, her fiery gaze shining with quiet pride as he spoke. It was clear to her that the Cathar Knight had come a long way since their last meeting, and seeing him embrace a path of service and healing brought her immense joy.

"That's great," she began, her voice gentle but filled with sincerity, "I'm sure they're all going to appreciate it a lot."

She gestured toward a nearby group of Jedi and workers, her hand sweeping to indicate Jonyna, Michael, Jalen, and others who were deeply immersed in their tasks. Jonyna was directing a group assembling supports for part of the structure, while Michael and Jalen worked on sorting and organizing supplies. Their focus and dedication were apparent, but so was the sheer scale of what still needed to be done.

"We could definitely use your help," Valery said with a knowing smile, her tone light but encouraging. "Jonyna is helping coordinate much of the construction, and Michael and Jalen are helping. There's no shortage of tasks that need capable hands, so feel free to jump in wherever you feel you're most needed."

Taam Moghul​

 

[Dean Walker]

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Dean's gray eyes narrowed slightly as Nos casually dropped the nickname "loverboy." His jaw tightened, though the faintest hint of color brushed his cheeks. Was it really that obvious? He caught Katarine's impish grin from the corner of his eye, and his stomach twisted in a way that had nothing to do with the chaos around them.

He grumbled under his breath, trying to focus. "Very cute," he muttered, his tone low but carrying just enough edge to signal he wasn't thrilled about the teasing.

When Hawthorne's voice crackled through his comms, suggesting they use Katarine as leverage, Dean's brows furrowed. His gaze immediately shot to Kat, his protective instincts flaring. She was right that it was a sound strategy, but the thought of putting her in danger — even if it was calculated — didn't sit well with him.

Before anyone else could volunteer, Dean straightened, his voice firm. "I'll do it" he said, cutting a sharp glance toward Nos and Atlas to underline his point. "We're doing this clean and fast. No unnecessary risks." Dean turned his attention fully to Katarine, his gray eyes searching hers for a moment. "You're sure about this?" he asked, his voice quieter, more personal. Despite his concern, he knew she could handle herself. But that didn't stop him from worrying.

Once she gave her approval, Dean's professional demeanor clicked back into place. He wrapped an arm around her waist, his grip firm but not rough, and positioned her slightly in front of him, his blaster held low but ready. The move looked convincing enough — to anyone who didn't know better, it would seem like she was under his control.

"Alright," Dean said, glancing back at the others. "Stay sharp and watch each other's backs. Let's move."

With Katarine in front of him, Dean led the way down the tunnel, his senses heightened and his grip steady. Every step brought them closer to Xin Fors and whatever resistance they'd face. Despite the tension in the air, he couldn't help but feel a flicker of pride in Kat's composure. She was trouble, sure, but damn if she wasn't the kind of trouble he didn't mind diving headfirst into.

Nos Voros Katarine Ryiah Atlas Drake Amelia Hawthorne​

 

[Nos Voros]

Outfit: Clothing/Armor
Undercover Kit:

Spoiler: Undercover Deployment

* Legion Combat Engineer Multi-Tool

• 4 X Combat/Utility Knife-Model 01
• Legion Combat Pistol Mark I with Whisper-class Suppressor Series
• Legion Crew Personal Protection Weapon Mark I
• 1 X Modular Hand Grenade-Model 01
• 1 X Anti-Armor Grenade-Model 01
• Bastion-class Load Bearing/Combat Vest (protective vest only)
• 2x blaster cartridges
• 1x stun grenades
• Ascension Pistol
• Fusion Lantern
• Datapad
• Garrote
• 3x stimpacks

Nos took point, providing overwatch down the hall and sticking to the side just behind Dean and Katarine, leaving Atlas to shuffle as the rearguard.

"Sorry about the knee, and the game, for what it's worth." Nos mentioned, keeping the SMG slightly lowered and sights trained forward ready to fire at a moment's notice with a clear shot over the side of Katarine.

He spoke then to Katarine, "why are you so eager to help?"

She led the way to the office - from one doorway emerged one of the surviving Enforcers, blaster raised - their hesitation seeing Katarine was fatal as a burst auto spray of slugs from his Weapon painted the walls with the enforcer's lifeblood.

Nos quickly checked the threshold of the door the enforcer emerged from, and withing was the last of the 6 enforcers, wounded beyond lucidity and seemingly dragged to cover by the buddy Nos just murk'd.

"Tragic" Nos muttered callously as two quick blasts ended the suffering. The Zeltron gave the 'clear' hand signal for Dean to proceed towards the office.

No unknowns, no risks. Bring order to the chaos. Even if it is callous.

Dean Walker | Katarine Ryiah | Atlas Drake | Amelia Hawthorne​

 

[Drystan Creed]

CEREA BATTLING THE UNDERWORLD

Wearing
Equipment: Standard (In Bio)

"Roger that," Drystan said with a nod, quickly sending a message to control. He could have gone either way—dealing with the approaching thugs would make the streets safer, but their objective took priority. Who knew what might happen if they didn't reach the marked location on time?

As they neared the site, Drystan kept the comms open, listening to the chatter. The signal grew progressively worse, degrading into static by the time they arrived. Good—they had arrived. Unfortunately, they were now within the jammer's range, cutting off communications. If things went south, calling for backup would be nearly impossible.

The destination turned out to be a nondescript warehouse. The grounds were barren, the structure appearing long abandoned. No lights shone from within, and the dim surroundings made it nearly impossible to make out any details from the outside.

Drystan stopped a pace behind Caelan, scanning the area. "Hmm, interesting. Not exactly where I'd expect to find SIA agents—or a jammer. Looks like nobody's been here for a long time. Strange, isn't it?"

His words were meant to nudge Caelan, encouraging the prince to approach the situation with a more investigative mindset.

Caelan Valoren

 

[Katarine Ryiah]

Location: Xins Main Drug Lab
Objective: Assure SIA Safe Evac
Tags: Atlas Drake Dean Walker Nos Voros


She could tell Dean didn’t like the plan and honestly she couldn’t blame him. If he were putting his life in danger she would be concerned as well. The harsh reality of war clouded the budding attraction between the two. He asked softly if she was sure and she smirked, trying to show a fierce confidence to make him feel better. The truth was this was the best plan they had to get to Xin.

She lead the way as a fake hostage, happy the drunk in their party wanted to help too. She would hate for him to get caught behind when reinforcements appeared. As they walked the Zeltrononian man asked her why she was willing to help.

“I’m one of the good guys.” She did not elaborate as they were getting closer and running into some muscle, which the red skinned male made quick work of.

When they reached the main room they found the door closed but Katarine entered the code and lead the way inside under the fake threat of gunpoint. Inside were six slaves at a table grinding spice. When they saw the situation they froze in terror as the group walked towards the back office. Another code entry and they found themselves in a grimy office with Xin sitting cocky on the other side of a stained desk. There were also five armed guards with him. He looked slightly relieved to see Katarine but also pissed to see she was a hostage.

“Ma choobies! Uba come inta ma home and messa de plaz up. Wut ee gun do abo dat?”

 

[Taam Moghul]

Valery had encouraged Taam's involvement in the work. As usual, Master Noble didn't hesitate to put him to work. The big Cathar looked again over her shoulder to Jonyna and the two young men. Standing a little off was Master Shatani. There was a sense of joy Taam felt, seeing familiar faces outside the halls of Coruscant Temple, and in such a beautiful place, doing good work. His amber gaze again met the unique eyes of the Grandmaster, a knowing smile touching his muzzle.

"I'll go and see what I can do to help." Taam replied wryly, placing a hand on Valery's shoulder. "Again, its good to see you." There was a deeper sentiment to his comment, one colored with gratitude.

With that, Taam turned, unsure if Valery was returning to the small group or heading to tasks elsewhere. He approached Jonyna, Michael and Jalen. "Good morning." He offered to the padawans before turning to Jonyna.

"I am here to help, Master Si." Taam offered with a small grin.

Valery Noble Jonyna Si Michael Angellus Jalen Kai'el

 

[Caelan Valoren]

It looked like an abandoned warehouse. Lot of things, he knew, looked abandoned but weren't. When he'd been hiding out on the lower levels of Coruscant he was using an old, run down house for a shelter. Anything that looked like it was abandoned, most likely wasn't. Even if there weren't people living inside, there was likely some animal or other. That was especially true out in the while on Lazerian. Old abandoned buildings were rare, but they were usually animal nests.

He crouched on the edge of the building that overlooked it and watched. From their vantage point the eyes surely gave it the appearance of an abandoned warehouse, but he very much doubted it was.

"Looks are almost always deceiving," he said, watching. "Fate?"

The droid popped its head up out of Caelan's hood where it had been hiding this whole time.

"Scan the building, would ya?"

"Bwoo-dweet beep!"

The droid hopped down and moved to the edge of the building, peering out towards the building. He scanned it thoroughly, searching for any signs of life. They might have a communications jammer, but they weren't stopping Fate's scanner, and they couldn't jam his vocabulator. He wasn't transmitting, he was speaking!

"Bwoo-dweep dwooo-beep vrrt-bwee beep-beep, dwoo-dwoop bwee-vrrt."

"Fate says there are electrical readings and that there were definitely people there at some point. He thinks it might be coming from below the building, though."

Made sense. Put a hidden facility underneath an abandoned building. Who would guess?

"Guess we crash their party. You want to go in first since you can do that... shadow thing?"

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ATTIRE: Link | WEAPON: Lightsaber | COMPANION: BD-F8 | OTHER: Sigil Bead (Necklace)

TAGS: Drystan Creed ​

 

[Zaiya Ceti]

Outfit: x x x x x | Equipment: x x x x x x | Weapons: x x x | Companion: Domxite
Objective: BYOO
Cerea wilderness

The twin suns of Cerea bathed the rolling fields in golden light as Zaiya knelt among the tall, whispering grass, her bioluminescent markings shifting in slow, rhythmic pulses of teal and amber in avid curiosity.

Domxite hovered nearby, their soft hum a familiar comfort as she ran her fingers over the surface of a pale yellow crystal, its edges smooth from time and touch. A Kasha crystal.

She had read about them, their ability to clear the mind of distractions, to sharpen focus, and to some degree, quiet the emotional noise that so often warred within her. Zaiya had already proven through Domxite, and through the Kyber woven into her hair, that crystals helped her channel her emotions into something stable. But what if she could expand that?

Perhaps embedding more crystals, ones like the Kasha onto her bangles and bracers would give her the stability she craved. A way to better control her colorshifting, to stop her emotions from broadcasting so openly.

Master Iris Arani watched from a short distance, taking out her spray paint as she contemplated a massive limestone boulder nearby, her presence steady and patient. Zaiya knew she wouldn't interfere unless needed, but the silent encouragement was there.

Taking a deep breath, she closed her eyes, cradling the Kasha crystal in her palm. The Force thrummed around her, and she reached inward, searching for that delicate balance between instinct and control. Her skin tingled, her markings flickering, shifting, silver, amber, teal, before finally settling into a soft, steady turquoise.

Clarity.

Zaiya exhaled, a small smile forming. This could work.

Now, she just had to find more.

 

[Tigris]

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Crouching in hiding on a roof across from the warehouse, Tigris watched the figures on the roof of the next building, oblivious to the good natured pranking the trio was planning. She assumed the figures had either not seen her mount the neighboring building, or didn't care. Who they were and what they were doing there was her true concern, given the mission going on inside the building across the way. But a clear look at one of them brought a furrow to the padawan's brow. The tall, thin man had very light colored hair, and a dark wrap around his eyes.

Knight Lidos?

Tigris remembered. She had seen Aadihr Lidos at the temple on Coruscant, he stopped in on some classes held there. The figures shifted again, and the other silver-haired man could be better discerned... a very large man. Aris Noble. He was hard to miss, even at that distance and dim lighting. The woman was harder to identify, but probably another padawan.

Tigris relaxed, knowing the strangers were friends, not foes. But what were they doing there? It wasn't out of the question that Knight Lidos was 'keeping an eye' on the padawans on the mission. It was a bit unusual for learners to be on their own in some missions, especially coordinating with the SIA. But the knight and two padawans on the roof looked like they were up to something more than observing.

Keeping her concealment, Tigris watched to see what the trio were up to.

Vera Noble Roman Vossari Aadihr Lidos Aris Noble Azurine Varek

 

[Drystan Creed]

CEREA BATTLING THE UNDERWORLD

Wearing
Equipment: Standard (In Bio)

"Handy little droid you've got there," Drystan remarked, watching as Fate scanned the building. The intel from the droid confirmed what he had already suspected.

"Sounds about right. Operations like these love setting up shop in places no one thinks to look."

He approved of how Caelan utilized his droid, filling in gaps in their approach. More importantly, he noted how the prince took charge, issuing orders and adapting to the mission's unique demands.

"Affirmative," Drystan responded smoothly. "I'll scout ahead—see if I can make crashing this party a little easier."

With that, the shadows curled around him, shrouding his form in a blackened silhouette. A wisp of darkness trailed in his wake as he blurred toward one of the half-shut garage gates.

Moments later, when the prince would follow his trail, Drystan would relay his findings.

"Odd." A pause. "No security measures. Just some old shipping containers, broken warehouse equipment… nothing that stands out. No visible entrance."

Though he was telling the truth, there was an underlying push in his tone—an invitation for Caelan to inspect the scene himself. Drystan played the role of the subordinate well, nudging the prince to make his own judgment.

Caelan Valoren

 

[Atlas Drake]

Nos Voros Dean Walker Katarine Ryiah Amelia Hawthorne

“Ma choobies! Uba come inta ma home and messa de plaz up. Wut ee gun do abo dat?”

"Xin, ma pateesa! How ya doin, you old pirate?"

Captain Drake took a seat across the desk from Zualjinn's local representative. He did not look worried about the armed guards. Underworld negotiations were like a game of sabacc, and right now it appeared that Dean held the winning hand. As long as no one tried anything reckless this remained a standoff.

"Nice operation you've got here," Atlas looked around a whistled, "Refining spice right under the cereans' noses! As long as it never leaves the citadels local authorities must turn a blind eye to shipments offworld."

He laughed. It sounded almost genuine, a resonant echo of mirth. Despite the room full of blasters pointed in their direction, Drake poured himself a drink from Xin's desk. Overpriced bantha piss but he savored it anyway like it might be his last drop.

"I explained to the boys here that you're a reasonable man," he gestured back at their 'hostage', "But my new acquaintance is cold blooded. Says he'll blast the girl without a second thought if you try to double cross this parley."

 

[Caelan Valoren]

Caelan and Fate waited for a moment, letting Drystan go in ahead of them. When he was satisfied that sufficient time had passed, he scooped the droid up and returned him to his hood before jumping down from the building, lightsaber finding its way to his hand. No sense going in completely unprepared, even if he wasn't going to be alone inside. Much like the outside, the inside seemed to be deserted, and that was more or less confirmed when he met up with Drystan again.

Some equipment. Some shipping containers. No visible entrance and no security. Probably they'd hidden the entrance with the Alliance coming to call. He looked around the room again and studied the space. Containers were moved by large loading equipment. There wasn't any. But there was a gantry crane.

"I bet they hid it under the containers," he said, pointing to the gantry.

He walked over to the controls for the gantry and reached up to grab Fate and set him down near it.

"See if you can use the crane to lift the containers, Fate."

The droid beeped an acknowledgment and plugged its scomplink in before starting to work its magic. Few twists here, few twists there and things were up and running. There was power routed to it, just coming from below, not the usual location. The gantry crane moved across the rafters and over to one of the containers, lowered down, latched on with a magnetic clasp, and lifted again. First one didn't have anything beneath it so Fate set it back down and moved to the next. That one had a big metal door underneath.

"Good work, Fate. Set that container down off to the side."

He waited for Fate to do so and then returned the droid to its normal spot before rejoining Drystan.

"You take point since you wont be seen."

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ATTIRE: Link | WEAPON: Lightsaber | COMPANION: BD-F8 | OTHER: Sigil Bead (Necklace)

TAGS: Drystan Creed ​

 

[Dean Walker]

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Dean kept his stance steady, his grip firm but controlled as they entered the grimy office. The scent of spice, sweat, and cheap liquor clung to the air, mixing with the acrid burn of low-grade cigarra smoke. He barely spared a glance at the workers at the table — slaves, clearly terrified, pausing mid-motion as they ground the spice. His jaw tightened, but he didn't let the anger show. Not now.

His gray eyes locked onto Xin Fors.

The man sat with that smug, self-important air, reclining in his chair like he owned the entire damn world. The momentary flash of relief at seeing Katarine quickly soured when he registered the situation — her in Dean's grip, the blaster aimed just low enough to sell the threat. Xin's expression shifted to irritation, then calculation, and finally, amusement.

Dean didn't rise to the bait. He let Atlas do the talking, playing the part of the charismatic negotiator while he remained the looming, quiet threat. The role suited him fine. He wasn't here for theatrics — he was here to get this done.

His gaze flicked to the guards. Five of them. Their weapons weren't quite raised, but they hovered close to the trigger. One twitch, one wrong move, and the room would turn into a bloodbath. His pulse was steady. If it came to that, he'd make sure they hit the ground first.

Atlas made his pitch, pouring himself a drink like he had all the time in the world. The longer they could keep this conversation controlled, the better.

Dean finally spoke, his voice low and even, carrying just enough edge to press the point home. "And once I've plastered the girl's brains on your floor, I'm adding yours to the wall."

Nos Voros Katarine Ryiah Atlas Drake​

 

[Nos Voros]

Outfit: Clothing/Armor
Undercover Kit:

Spoiler: Undercover Deployment

* Legion Combat Engineer Multi-Tool

• 4 X Combat/Utility Knife-Model 01
• Cortosis Vibroblade
• Legion Combat Pistol Mark I with Whisper-class Suppressor Series
• Legion Crew Personal Protection Weapon Mark I
• 1 X Modular Hand Grenade-Model 01
• 1 X Anti-Armor Grenade-Model 01
• Bastion-class Load Bearing/Combat Vest (protective vest only)
• 2x blaster cartridges
• 1x stun grenades
• Ascension Pistol
• Fusion Lantern
• Datapad
• Garrote
• 3x stimpacks

Five guards, Nos spotted from Dean's cam.

Easy, especially with the hostage and bystander as cover. Nos couldn't do much if Xin themselves drew a piece, but the other five were his.

"And once I've plastered the girl's brains on your floor, I'm adding yours to the wall."

There was the cue. Stepping out with rifle raised, Nos loosed one quick spray of projectiles that peppered the fat wall ending debris most of two of the unexpecting enforcers.

Timing was paramount, as Nos buttonhooked the door, leaning close to the wall to get the tip of his rifle clear of the hostage and Dean.

Another rapid peppering of fire took down the third, but returning fire caught him in the chest, blasting through the undercover clothing and the protective vest underneath, knocking Nos onto his back and the wind out his lungs.

Two more enforcers and Xin himself would have to be dealt with by Atlas Drake , Dean Walker , and Katarine Ryiah while Nos attempted to recover in the sudden chaos.

Atlas Drake Katarine Ryiah Dean Walker​

 

[Katarine Ryiah]

"I explained to the boys here that you're a reasonable man," he gestured back at their 'hostage', "But my new acquaintance is cold blooded. Says he'll blast the girl without a second thought if you try to double cross this parley."

"And once I've plastered the girl's brains on your floor, I'm adding yours to the wall."

Katarine did her best to look terrified in Dean's grip, though she felt as trusting of him as always, even while he was threatening to blow her brains out. As her new partner in the Black Marsh Investigation they had spent time undercover and she'd learned to trust him. Oddly though she felt a certain sense of safety in his grasp that she couldn't quite explain. Her deep green eyes held fake terror as she scanned the room, hopping there would be a way to keep the slaves safe.

Xin did not look pleased by this turn of events. His jaw momentarily tightened at the mention of killing the girl, but he tried to smile in a self-assured way.

"I see... and did ye menton dat ya owe ma for dat last fiasco mate?" Clearly Xin had not forgotten his past encounters with the drunken captain and was angry for the wrongdoing. He was also angry for the situation and his patience was wearing thin. He still hopped to talk his way out of this though, until the shots were fired from around the corner. Two of the men hit the ground, while one managed to hit the man with the rifle before he went down. Chaos ensued while everyone scattered out of the way.

As soon as the chaos started everybody scrambled to get out of the way. There were two guards left and Xin himself. As bodies scattered everywhere Xin ducked under the desk for cover, pulling out his blaster and aiming it over. Katarine used the veil of commotion to summon the Force and upturn the table the slaves were working at, giving them cover to duck behind, moments before screaming in a convincingly terrifying fashion and running to Xin like her life depended on it. She ducked under the desk beside him and he glanced at her.

"Dun wury ma sweeum, Muh maka sure we leave toguther."

Kat smiled at him "Promise?"

He grinned as she ran her hand up his arm, through his hair. A moment latter she had hit him in the back of the head, knocking him unconcious before he even suspected a thing.

Now if the other two guards could be handled they could decide what to do with Xin when he woke up....

Atlas Drake Dean Walker Nos Voros

 

[Drystan Creed]

CEREA

Wearing
Equipment: Standard (In Bio)

"Got it, prince. Or is it king now? When's the coronation?" Drystan muttered, sparing no more thought on how the succession of royalty operated, nodding as he slipped into the shadows.

With a flick of the Force, the doors swung open, and he slithered inside. The place was dank—dug out but barely maintained. Dirt walls reinforced with metal beams and rotting wood. Burnt-out lamps hung from the low ceiling, casting just enough gloom to keep the space suffocatingly dim.

Further in, Drystan caught the presence of two figures. Voices carried through the tunnel—Syndicate thugs, armed with blasters, walking their patrol.

"So I've been trying that moisturizer you recommended. That cream stuff."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. Keeps my skin smooth. Helps against all this dirt and those chemicals back there."

"Tell me about it. The bricks we're laying here? We gotta be sitting on at least a billion creds. Two billion, maybe."

A chuckle. "Exactly. Boss will be rich in no time, and that means we will too."

"Exactly my friend. Chit rolls down hill, but so does credits. Might finally be able to afford that speeder I've always wanted."

Drystan pulled back toward Caelan, voice low.

"Two guards. Blasters. We can take them out quietly, but we need to move—fast. One-way tunnel. They're headed straight for us."

Caelan Valoren