Sand Sans Lane (First Order Dominion of Praesitlyn, N-49)

[Seto du Couteau]

Location: Attempting to break into Headquarters
Objective: 1 | Locate and Subdue Rumored Jedi (Engage Jedi and bring him back Alive/Dead)
Equipment: FO-07K Multi-purpose Assault Armor | TCB-42 Infiltration Droid

Allies: | [member="Racosidae"] | [member="Chandana Kay"] |

Chandana Kay, well she didn't give me her designation number, much easier to remember with a real name. Not that Seto had any real complaints to those whom take their designation as their new true name, but it still made a Trooper named "TK-4689" harder to commit to memory. Seto his own part continued to stretch out his senses with the Force, his own brisk pace quickly moved him through the passageway and he turned into the only corner.

Seto periodically slowed down, to make sure that Auxiliary Trooper Kay did not lag too far behind, which if Seto was being honest he was surprised by the courage from the trooper. I guess we're all a little bit crazy in this galaxy Seto mused, after all here he was in an underground ruin that no doubt led him to his Jedi Target. He sensed an impressive Force presence, and he found the passageway lead into a large open space. Seto turned his head and gestured to Chandana to stay quiet and hidden.

"My Target is here, observe for any reinforcements," Seto whispered, he moved closer to her and removed his forearm armor plate that held the controls for his droid and gave it to the trooper. "The droid generally understands basic, and the controls are straightforward enough," Honestly it took Seto a few tries to get it right the first time but he often found trouble with droids in general anyways.

Other entrances were present that no doubt led to other parts of the ruin but this large space no doubt was the central location that connected all passageways. The young Du Couteau heir moved ahead, his footsteps heavy thanks to his armor but now with both sabers ignited he could not be anymore obvious to the single occupant in the room. Is he. . . praying? Seto asked himself, the Jedi appeared humanoid, knelt down in front of some object of what Seto could only but guess what exactly.

Seto continued to approach the Jedi, whom at this point made no motion nor any reaction to Seto's appearance. Honestly does this Jedi not see me as a threat or possibly . . . ? "The First Order and our Supreme Leader commands you Jedi to surrender and come peacefully with me," Seto called out to the Jedi. "-Or be eliminated from the Galaxy as a threat to the First Order." Seto declared.

Please say yes so we can end th- Oh.

He coughed as Seto tried to breathe, his knees buckled and the Ren found himself brought down to the ground as both of his sabers flickered off and landed on the ground next to him. The Jedi, a male Zabrak stood in front of Seto, How. . . so fast. . . an illusion? Seto furiously thought, if the attack hadn't came so suddenly the embarrassment alone would have brought Seto to his knees for being blind to this illusion trick.

"Do not force me to wield my lightsaber once more child. Leave." The Jedi commanded, his knuckles bloodied and broken, as the Jedi began to use the Force to heal his mangled hand.

The punch heavy, and Seto's amazement continued as his armor began to initialize its bio-restorative process. With a shaky slow movement, Seto stood back up and through gritted teeth, "Respectfully, I decline," and the next moment snapped both sabers back into his hands and slashed forward, the crimson and emerald blades attacked. "Orders are orders," His smile grew as the Jedi jumped back to avoid the attack. Draw or don't draw your blade, let's enjoy our fight.

 

[Kira Vaal]

The FIV Oculus
Squad: [member="Atlas Viridian"] | [member="Petra Vitalis"] | @The Rebellion
First Order: [member="Kyrel Ren"] | [member="Leskie Tomiet"]

Papers? Yes of course. Papers.

Kira’s hand extended and released the small identity cards that she had been clutching a touch too hard in her hand. She gave this ensign a solid look over, a pure professional, yet seemingly as normal as the next civilian. That was the problem with the First Order, they were the everyday people, a very dangerous everyday people.

“With the Alliance on the run you can never be too careful.” Kira would add to the exchange, best to amuse their need for checks and security. She was after all supposed to be a member of this vast galactic power at this moment, an act that she had to keep at perfect levels of saleability or they would all be hung within the hour. “We were surprised when we got told their was even patrols out this far. It’s good to see those bringing Sieger’s glory to even these dark reaches.”

She turned and caught Atlas’ eye. He was probably feeling like her, a twitchy hand ready to go for a weapon should the moment go sour. All they had right now was the hope that this ensign accepted their papers and let them move into the ship so they could continue the plan.

 

[Mellifluous Magenta]

Thrall Chandana Kay
Post 6
Objective: 1
Location: Drop Zone
Equipment: F-11D Blaster Rifle, Hekler’Kok LA-1 Light Armor, Black Balaclava, NADIR P-SERIES Combat Knife, Vibroblade w/ Mono-molecular Edge, 2 Smoke Grenades
Allies: [member=Racosidae] and [member="Seto Du Couteau"]

As she followed the witch-knight deeper into the compound, Chandana built a steady rhythm with her gait, although she still seemed to heavily favor her right leg. With the shape her leg was in, Chandana knew that if she would have taken the quickest route out of the compound, if it were still safe to do so. However, considering that she had just narrowly escaped from a crossfire ambush, at this point, there was no going back out the way she had came in. Quite simply, it was less courage driving her to follow the gentle-mannered knight than it was a simple and primitive will to live. It was hardly virtue.

When she reached the large open space with the knight, Chandana peeked out from behind the end of the passage, her magenta irises going wide upon seeing the Jedi locked in what seemed to her to be a meditative trance. With a silent intake of breath, Chandana slid her shoulder back behind the wall, and stared up at the knight as he gave her directions and his gauntlet.

With a silent nod of affirmation, Chandana leaned against the wall and let herself down to the floor, breathing a sigh of relief as she did upon feeling the weight come off her injured leg. However, the thrall didn't delay in fiddling with the controls to the droid. Unfortunately, in Chandana's case, the knight had been thoroughly wrong regarding the straightforwardness of the controls. There was no way that he could have known that the undersized auxiliary was functionally illiterate and completely uneducated, but regardless, it meant that she would have to issue commands to the droid through voice.

That wasn't exactly ideal when she had specifically been told to stay silent.

Her thoughts were interrupted by the sudden and violent snap-hisses of two laser-swords activating in close proximity. Immediately, Chandana knew that she had to get word out that the knight was preparing to engage the Jedi, so that an extraction team and reinforcements could be rerouted to their direction.

Staring at the floating probe droid in front of her like a deer in headlights, Chandana beckoned it closer to her with a sweep of her hands, which fortunately, it seemed to understand. Cupping her hands together in front of her mouth and the droid's audio receptors, the auxiliary spoke to the droid in a voice that was clear and coherent, yet as silent as she could muster given the need to keep quiet.

"Droid. I can't read or write. I. Need. You. To. Communicate. To. The. Proper. Parties. That. Your. Master. Has. Engaged. The. Jedi. Please? Send them our coordinates, and tell them that we need reinforcements!"

Chandana patted the droid on the top of it's mechanical frame for good measure, before leaning out of cover and taking another peek at the ongoing duel between Seto and the Jedi.

Acting quickly, Chandana pulled the green-labeled injection pen out of her bag, before delivering a hasty shot of the adrenaline injection into her thigh. No matter what, in spite of her broken leg, Chandana was primed to assist, should the need arise for her to do so.