Step into the Black [ GA Dominion of Indupar ]

[Tiland Kortun]

Objective A- PVP Bring peace and tea to all levels of society
Location- Docking
Allies- @HK-36 @Drystan Talroth [member="Poro Maaht"]
1/20
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Another shuttle from the convoy settled into the docking bay, same model the others had traveled in, but only one individual stepped out from this one- an old looking humanoid in stained and tattered robes, carrying only a satchel and a wooden staff that echoed against the deck. It had been some time since Tiland had been involved with Alliance operations. Not since the Omega War at least. But he had returned now after his time wandering the galaxy. Such as it always had been for him- to wander by himself or with Master Yael before returning to Alliance space.

It had become his home in recent years and that meant something. He hadn't returned to his homeworld in centuries and he had no desire to return. As a Jedi, they would most likely try to kill him on sight, but he had accepted such an exile. It was something he could live with it.

Staff clacking on the deck beside him, he approached the group and gave a short nod.

"Hello," he said, voice deep and soft , "I am Tiland Kortun of the Jedi Order. I am here to assist you in your mission and to de-escalate the tensions as much as possible." He gestured to his satchel. "So I brought tea."

A massive explosion echoed and rocked through the station, followed by fire alarms and smoke systems, as the metal beneath his feet shuddered. He frowned sharply beneath his beard, considering. "Indeed, it seems we have arrived exactly when we needed. Though it seems someone decided to use heavy weapons on a space station."

His frown deepened, creasing his eyebrows and already wrinkled forehead.

"I fear I may not have brought enough tea for everyone involved if tanks are involved."

He had seen them before- on Coruscant and Chandrila and a dozen worlds he could hardly remember at the moment. Their firepower was immense and could crush most infantry forces. Which begged the question- who had brought tanks to a space station? Were they intending to punch holes in the hull if necessary? That was brutal and far-fetched, even for criminals.

"So I think we should be off."

He strode forward through the landing port, making his way between the starships towards the sounds of conflict.

 

[Causstik Rahn]

Objective A: PVP​

Gang: El Dorado​

Allies: [member="Mephite"] [member="Desmond C'artyom"] [member="Gregor Montague "][member="Thraxis"]​

[member="Itagert"] [member="Scheherazade Roshanara"]​

Enemies: Everyone else​

Objective: Win​

As Thraxis exited the Sewers he would catch the briefest glimpse of Causstik exiting the H.Q.. A small band of Trandoshans would be strapping vest upon their own bodies. Upon closer inspection the vest would be revealed to be filled with explosives.

"The Scorekeeper will surely award usss with many Jagganath points. Espesssially if we blow up a tank," These were the most Zealous of Causstik's followers. They believed whole heartedly he alone could speak with the Scorekeeper. Upon spotting the Zeltron a Trandoshan strapped with a bomb to his chest would approach the man.

"What's up boss? Causstik just left for the bar. Want me to do anything in particular?" He flapped his arms at his side nervously. This man was his last chance in finding an excuse not to blow himself up.

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Causstik Rahn and five of his most elite Trandoshans stood in the door way observing the bar. Causstik liked what he saw. The pub smelled of must and body odor. Sentients of every race imaginable duked it out all across the bar. Their reasons for fighting were as complicated as a woman, to as simple as spilled beer. The floor was covered in nut shells and glass. When Causstik picked his boot off the ground he could hear the squelch of the sticky stains. The bar tender was one ingredient away from the stains on his floor gaining sentience. Several wooden support beams lifted lights into the rafters where they sat dimly illuminating the place. Miss matched tables peppered the pub. Some were even sitting up right. In the recesses of the alehouse, where the light don't shine booths sat for the more seclusive customers. Giving them the illusion of privacy. At the center of it all sat a counter crusted in stains, and behind that sat a rather scruffy lookin' bar tender.

Causstik's Trandoshans wandered off to secure a table and he himself went to secure the drinks. Causstik found himself bumping shoulders with at least a dozen different people. If they were going to say something, they quited quickly when they saw his size. When he finally reached the bar he saw people he actually recognized. It was [member="Saede Taggart"] and her crew. He looked to the woman and patted her on the shoulder, just a little harder then necessary.

"Hello missss Saede, what are you doing here?" The lizard hissed. As he did so his hand reached ever so slowly to his DL-44. Whatever she said next would dictate the course of the next few minutes.

 

[Noire Vanya Tal]

Eiattu system
6/15 post for Aurum Saccs Bank sponsorship expansion into the Ado Sector
NPC Organization Contracts with two organizations | Hapuntep Empire & Eiattu Monarchy
| 8 |

Mythra, diamonds, gold, copper, platinum. Frasium, Duralium, Tydirium, and even Ostrine. Eiattu had plenty of natural resources that it could use as a deposit in exchange for a Galactic Basic standard credit. The more they went over the native currency, the more that Noire was convinced that they would be able to process this without little trouble.

"And you currently use a gold peggat system?" Noire inquired, glancing up from the datapad that had all of the current financial and resource information.

"We use a gold peggat standard," he confirmed.

"Then setting up an exchange wouldn't be difficult." they would have to go by Galactic Gold value for the exchange, but Eittau was a rich world.

 

[Azula Tindara]

Objective A: PVP skirmish -- Crime does pay!
Gang:
Allies:
Enemies:
Objective: Get that Starforge Station booty.
[member="Saede Taggart"] [member="Erin Vikar"] [member="Olidiv Kenu"]

Lean Nuuti Bar and Grill

Thrukk was now well into his singing voice. It was akin to two mountains crashing together. If the rocks they were formed off were able to collide off-key.

"Sae wontonly, sae dauntonly,
O rantinly gaed he,"

Thrukk paused to grasp two men firmly by the backs of their shirts. To the rhythm of the two he slammed their heads together.

'He played a tune an' he danced aroon,
Below the gallers tree."

The crack of the next collision was even more gut-wrenching than the tuneless warble. Thrukk was in good spirits again. Unlike the vicious wookie these humans were nowhere near his weight class. Smacking them around made him feel better about getting his backside handed to him in the bar up the promenade.

"Well the laird o' Grant, you highlan' Saint!"

 

[Cathul Thuku]

Post: 8/20 (writer) 8/5 (IGR)
Objective: Reconstruction of banking and other financial infrastructure
Allies: GA and friends
Enemies: Unknown
Location: Jabor

"If you truly are a non-Confederate, perhaps you were trained under one?"

"What did the Confederacy do to this sector anyway? You all seem to hate the Confederacy over here"

"The Confederacy let us down"

"Insurance policies should be sold and implemented here. Although I understand that, what is understood as actuarial risk is not the same whether one is talking about moneylending and insurance, in both cases risk assessment is more art than science. Even so, Alliance stress testing protocols of banks are highly stringent, and so is the case for insurance"

Stringent but straightforward: the standard Alliance stress test for banks is the adverse scenario of the following happening all at once: 13% unemployment, 50% drop in equity prices and 21% decline in housing prices. More stringent than the Mandalorian stress tests that the IGBC passes without any trouble. Rumors abount that the Mandalorian Crusaders set such lax standards because it is the Mandalorian too big to fail bank, even though the bank itself is neutral. Very little red tape, almost deregulated even. The Force knows how devastating a failure of such a stress banking test would be devastating from an economical standpoint, but only the likes of Zonia or herself would actually have enough knowledge to carry out such tests themselves. That is, not many people actually know what a banking stress test entails. Its purpose is to determine whether it has enough capital to survive under economic duress.

 

[Darth Caecus]

Objective A: PVP skirmish -- Crime does pay!
Gang: Crimson Resurgent
Allies: [member="Olidiv Kenu"] [member="Erin Vikar"]
Enemies: Bar Brawlers, [member="Causstik Rahn"]
Others Near By: [member="Thrukk Gulpdar"]
Objective: Get that Starforge Station booty. Drink and Fight.
3/20

"Mr. Kenu, Ms. Vikar, I've got a thought."

Of course, she didn't finish her statement. Not here. Also because a certain reptile was making a heading toward their location through the fisticuffs. Sharp hazel eyes flickered over the Trandoshan mob with him. Coming in to a place like this with a literal army at his back- this wasn't a social call.

As he moved up on her position, hand reaching out to clap her on the back, Saede sidestepped, avoiding his touch. She wasn't sure what part of her interactions with Causstik made him think that casual contact was even a remotely appropriate thing. Though it became clear from his body language and the way his hand strayed to his blaster that nothing about this was casual.

Saede grinned at him, but the smile never reached her eyes.

"Oh, you know- drinking. The crew's lettin' off steam after Vjun. Teaching local folks some manners. The usual." She kept her smile on him, but her eyes were hard. He had come over, hoping to intimidate her. Instead it just annoyed her.

She was busy.

"Duck," she said casually.

A body (Saede was fairly certain it was a Duros) came flying through the air at Causstik. She didn't know who had thrown it, but it hardly mattered. She appreciated the gesture. Saede ducked and pivoted, grabbing Olidiv and Erin and running through the bar. She unceremoniously upended barstools (and patrons) in a mess behind her.

"Go, find a terminal. Get me access. I have a plan. Take the droid with you."

Skidding to a halt beside Thrukk, Saede looked up at the singing Houk.

"If you want to make some easy credits *and* bust skulls at the same time, you're just the kind of fellow I need. I mean, it's better than only doing one of those things. Interested?"

 

[Hira Mitsae]

Objective A: PVP skirmish -- Crime does pay!
Gang: Crimson Resurgent
Allies: ​[member="Saede Taggart"] | [member="Kalinai Soluza"] | [member="Olidiv Kenu"] | [member="Allan Bandar"] | [member="Niysha"] | [member="Thrukk Gulpdar"]
Enemies: Bar Brawlers --- [member="Causstik Rahn"]
Objective: Get that Starforge Station booty. Run, Run, Run!
|2|

In Erin's experience there were two kinds of approaches.

The soft one and the hard one; she had a job to do, obviously, which was checking out the few drunk mates that were still lazying about in this particular establishment, before moving onto others. Yet, from the corner of her eye she observed the situation, if there was need to step in she would without any hesitation on the mind.

Taggart was far too pretty to be roughed up by an over-sized lizard, though, scars could be attractive in their own right. Point in fact, the Houk using a few unfortunate fellas like gorram cymbals, that one knew how to carry a few pretty scars.

Things happened quickly after that. Saede wasn't having nuthin' from the Trandoshan, side-stepped and almost on cue a body went tumbling and flying through the air. From the smoke and bodies Erin could just see the winking face of Dhax, one of theirs- a male twi'lek with a nasty burn scar scattered across his neck. Fine guy, knew how to handle himself in a fight and was even better at acting drunk, when he wasn't actually.

"Right ya're, 'Cap!" Vikar shouted over the noise and then burst out of the bar in a run, hopefully with Kenu in tow, so they could actually figure out what to do next.

"Ken, you see any terminals here around?" The question would only be posed after they got clear from the bar and managed to get some distance.

 

[Popo]

Objective A
Gang: Tenloss Corporation
Allies: Dunno yet
Enemies: [member="Desmond C'artyom"] [member="Erin Vikar"] [member="Saede Taggart"] @HK-36 @Causstik Rahn @Thraxis @Mephite @Poro Maaht [member="Thrukk Gulpdar"] [member="Tiland Kortun"]
Objective: Take the station

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GnRZFnf9q7c​

Things were going well. The random hardpoint destroyed, the column moving, even the local population were steering clear and keeping out of the way. It was almost a perfect operation. At least, until the explosives went off.

The lead tank disappeared in a flash of light, smoke, and debris. Up and down the column Tenloss security took up defensive positions and tanks ground to a halt, their turrets and light weapons searching for targets. As the space station's air filtration system started to try and clear the haze, Popo fought to get control of the situation.

"Which tank was that?" the Hutt barked over the commlink in his helmet.

"Tin Box, sir," came the response from the unit sergeant. "The one you spoke to just a minute ago."

A quick flip through the frequencies brought the tank's ID tag up on Popo's HUD system. He selected the icon and noted it was still green, which meant that the tank, at the least, was in one piece. Or, rather, that the comm system was still operational and attached to the tank's engine.

"Tin Box, this is Popo. Status report," he called and listened to the static. He waited a few moments and repeated the demand, though he was beginning to assume the tank, or at least the crew, had been disabled. Just as he was about to order men forward into the slowly clearing smoke, a voice came on the line.

"Tin Box, sir," came the voice of the tank's commander just before the he fell into a small coughing fit. "We're fine... more or less. At least the crew is. I'm checking the systems now, sir."

"Understood," was Popo's only response before waving a squad of men forward.

The troopers made their way into the smoke and haze as it cleared. As the air filtration system did it's job, the outlines of the lead Reliant tank became visible bit by bit. As the security personnel made their way closer to the tank, the reports starting coming in.

"Looks like someone tried to blow the deck plating out from under us," stated the squad leader as the first soldiers hit the affected area. "From the amount of brackish water and the smell, looks like a ruptured sewer line. They did manage to drop a section of deck plating down and the tank is sitting in the depression."

"Is it damaged or tracked in any way?" the Hutt asked.

"I don't think so, sir," responded the squad leader.

"How deep is the hole the tank is in?"

"About a half meter, maybe a meter. From the way some of the sewage pipes look, I'd guess the explosion came from there."

"Understood. Thank you," Popo then swapped frequencies to the tank, his mind focused on the task at hand. "Tin Box, any damage internally? Do you think you can get out?"

"The suspension looks a little worse for wear, but everything looks like it works. If the drop is only a meter or so, I think we can manage."

Just then, the tank rumbled to life once more and the troopers nearby moved to either side and out of the hole made by the explosives. In a screech of tracks, the Reliant lurched forward and met the rough lip of the hole's edge. The deafening sound of metal on metal drowned out even the noise of the engine as the tank pulled itself up and onto the deck beyond, flatting the ragged edge of the depression into an improptu ramp of sorts.

Popo nodded once and waved the rest of the column onwards. As the tanks and troops filed by and crossed the hole in the deck, the Hutt could only wonder why whoever set the explosives put them there, of all places. In a city on a planet with dedicated sewer systems rather than sewage pipes, that kind of move would have disabled the Reliant affected entirely, possibly even injuring or killing the crew as they fell a story or more into the hole. On a space station where space was divided half to essential systems and half to living or open space, sewage pipes weren't all that large.

As the Hutt passed through the hole in turn, he couldn't help but notice the rather small size of the pipes affected. Sure, they weren't exactly tiny, but they weren't huge, either. How anyone could fit in them, despite this, was beyond him. As he moved out of the depression, the rest of the column moved with him. A last glance at the pipes to gauge their size left him holding his hands up in a rough estimate of their diameter. Even then, he was stumped. Either they'd had some sort of amazing precognition or he was up against an army of something the size of an Ewok.

Shrugging, he kept going and took hold of his weapons once more. The target was nearby and almost there's. He could even see the bright signs denoting the location of the Chandlery ahead. With luck, there were no more pipe bombs along the way.

 

[Thraxis]

Objective A: PVP​

Gang: El Dorado​

Allies: [member="Mephite"] [member="Desmond C'artyom"] [member="Gregor Montague "]​

[member="Causstik Rahn"] [member="Itagert"]​

Enemies: Everyone else​

Loadout: In first post​

Objective: Win​

Thraxis watched as Causstik Rahn made his departure, no sooner had he gotten here had Causstik vanished into nothingness, "Great greeting." he sighed, sarcasm between the every word. With a stubborn pace he made his way to the bar, looking over the gathering explosives that engorged themselves in the room. The sheer wild tenacity of these Trandoshans and their love for this scorekeeper was something to be beholden to at the very least. As he took his seat he placed his duffel bag onto the counter, emptying its contents and strapping himself up.

As he got to work strapping himself up he quickly flicked open his Comm channel, sending a quick message towards @Gregor Montague, "Sending you the coordinates to our current location now. Feel free to land and give us support." he scribbled down before sending the message away with a flick, a sigh proceeding as he strapped the last line of leather around his wrist, tightening the strap to keep it from hanging about loosely. As he finished up he turned to take note of a worried Trandoshan, "Oh, hello there." he said with exacerbated shock, the sign of explosive so close to his body being nothing short of a worrying sight to see.

As the Trandoshan spoke he took notice of its predicament, a slight sigh releasing as he shook his head back and fourth, "Ahh... Yeah, I could use some help, could you tell me who else is here with us?" he replied as a large explosion echoed in the distance, a slight recoil in his body before recovering, "And once you have done that, can you go and find their location for me? Be really appreciated." he continued with a wave of the hand, if the Trandoshan was lucky, he might just get to see the end of the day.

 

[HK-36]

Objective A: PvP Skirmish- Crime Does Pay!
Gang: Firemane, New Jedi Order Syndicate
Allies: [member="Poro Maaht"], [member="Drystan Talroth"], [member="Tiland Kortun"]
Enemies: Whoever fires on them
Objective: Meet up with Tiland, see what's going on,

"It's actually just Padawan. HK-36 insists on adding a G to it for a reason I have yet to ascertain."

HK would look aside at Drystan,

"I found it hilarious. But yes, Padawan usually accompany their master, a Jedi Knight, during their missions to gain experience in the field. Having your Padawan pass into Knighthood is one of the tests for a Jedi to become a Master, at least in my times. But currently the New Jedi Order lacks the manpower for every Padawan to have their own Jedi mentor, so Poro is stuck with me until an actual Jedi turns up. I used to teach Jedi lightsaber arts and theories of the Force so I have some qualification for the job. Most of my experience was martial, however."

The droid looked to Poro then,

"And it is alright, I realize I am an anomaly among my kind."

He looked out of the viewport, watching the station,

"But both of you are true, crimes and criminals are defined by the laws placed on them by their sovereign, although some crimes, as you said are 'understandable'. In philosophy these two concepts are called the Ethic of Justice, or the Ethic of Law, and the Ethic of Care. Justice emerges from the concept that every member of a society signs a social contract with said society, for example promising they would not kill in exchange of being protected from others doing the same. This concept looks at each member of society as an autonomous individual, separate from others, and defines ethical behavior as that which adheres to all laws placed by the sovereign, as soon as the law is broken one commits immoral behavior and is branded a criminal."

Their shuttle shook with a clang as they finally landed,

"The Ethic of Care on the other hand looks at each being through a much more complex lens, as a sum of relationships with other beings and the environment, for example their friends, family, in what society they were raised, and defines their morality through Narrative, the judgement is not passed until one learns their story and learns their point of view and then considers how their actions affected others given the circumstance. Then it is declared whether it was a criminal act or not. This approach is much more common and recommended for the Jedi, especially when resolving conflict between two parties, however it is not as clean-cut as the Ethic of Law and takes more time, it also advocates that all beings have right to the process of Narrative, have right to mercy."

He would look to Poro then,

"Drystan said that some beings do not deserve this mercy, so I ask you young Poro, do you think that is true? Consider this, when I was younger and in service to your Order a group of Sith, lead by their Emperor at the time, raided the temple. We were poorly defended and the Sith quickly overrun their defenses. I took a lightsaber then and challenged the Emperor himself as his assassins ran havoc. He underestimated me horribly and turned his back to me, I bisected him in two, vertically, killing him instantly. Have I done the right thing? I did not give him the mercy or chance for redemption Ethic of Care would advocate he deserved, but by killing him I was able to create chaos and confusion among the Sith, forcing their retreat as the Jedi pushed back and saving many innocent lives, including the younglings I was protecting. If there was a chance for me to take him as a prisoner, even if there was also a chance he could break free and continue the onslaught should I have taken it to avoid murder?"

HK looked to Drystan then,

"But you are right, Drystan, although path to evil is paved with good intentions, there are beings here who would cause harm to you with little provocation. Although not everyone inhabiting this station is like that, we should be cautious. Do not provoke them and try to act like one of them would to blend into the plain sight but if the danger rears its head, you are free to fight in self-defense."

The droid just more or less repeated what Drystan said but it felt like the right thing to do to wrap things up!

Either way, the ramp to the shuttle lowered and the three were able to walk outside, where Tiland met them,

"Knight Tiland, I was wondering when you would join us, have you overslept again?"

Tiland was probably busy brewing tea or actually being productive, considering that older people tend to wake up earlier, although in space time is really a relative thing, especially since technically it should flow at different speeds on different planets because of gravity. At the mention of the tanks and the explosion in the distance, HK looked in its direction,

"Yes, my crew spotted them from orbit, do not worry, if they will be a problem for us, I have weapons that can disable them."

HK would glance back to Poro and Drystan,

"Remember kids, the weakest armor of a tank is usually in its rear and underbelly, the spots where enemy shots are less likely to hit. You can also disable it by damaging the tracks, repulsorlift unit, or the engine."

He looked to Tiland,

"Let us investigate and find out who these armored units belong to."

He motioned for the other two to follow and keep up.

 

[Drystan Talroth]

Objective A: PvP Skirmish
Allies: [member="HK-36"] [member="Poro Maaht"] [member="Tiland Kortun"]
Enemies: Who brings tanks to a space station?
Location: Docking bay
Post #: 4

The Eldorai listened to the droid's lesson as they disembarked into one of the station's docking bays. Several thousand years (If his stories were to be believed) of experience had given the mechanical warrior a great deal of wisdom. Definitely worth listening to.

"I fear I may not have brought enough tea for everyone involved if tanks are involved."

Drystan quickly arrived at the conclusion that this old man was fantastic. Not only did he posess that comforting, elderly, wisdom-laden voice that his own grandfather had possessed before his passing, but he had brought tea. Tea. To a potential fight against tanks. And he acted like that would be all that they would need. He bowed his head politely, as the Jedi seemed to like, and barely got out a "Good day, Master Jed-" before an explosion in the distance reached their ears.

Tanks. Seriously. Who looked at a narrow, confined space station, where explosive decompression was a very real possibility, and said, "you know what this situation needs? Tanks!" Who did that?

Worse, he was once more despite his best efforts facing the possibility of an enemy that he lacked adequate abilities to combat.

"I should really start carrying thermal detonators with me..." He mused aloud. If it came to it, then he supposed they could pry the hatches open to get to the crew, but that was often just as dangerous as standing in front of the tank and waving a stop sign.

 

[Cathul Thuku]

Post: 9/20 (writer) 9/5 (IGR)
Objective: Reconstruction of banking and other financial infrastructure
Allies: GA and friends
Enemies: Unknown
Location: Jabor

"Insurance? You thought that deposit insurance was enough to dispel the notion that you were not Confederate?"

"Look, I might be the economics trainer of both the NJO on Sullust and the Mandalorian Jedi..."

To that statement Tetrus drew a blank. He wasn't sure about how Cathul could be able to train both Alliance and Mando Jedi in economics. But to anyone who know Jedi in Mandalorian service, it's obvious that almost no Mando wishing to become a Jedi would even want anything with diplomacy. Yet, despite their decentralized nature, Mando'ade Jetiise instinctively and systematically ask Cathul to distance-train them in economics, regardless of their home clans' relationship to Clan Lok, if they feel they need it for their Jedi duties. But what was obvious was that her relationship to Mandos was increasingly strained as of late, primarily because of witchcraft! Her approach to business was, simply put, a non-factor: that was not something the average vod cared about, no more than the same vode cared about mental health. She could sense that Tetrus was angry and wanted to throw her out, but she wanted to calm him down with the Force, using Force-healing.

"Because I'm not quite sold on yor trustworthiness as far as insurance is concerned, how would you approach health insurance?"

"I run Azure with universal healthcare access in mind. Is that the case here?"

 

[Desmond C'artyom]

As Desmond bounded away giggling like a small school girl, Mephite decided to poke a hole in his bubble. The droid commented on their lack of explosives and made a reference as to how their bomb would bounce of the tanks like nats. Des' stopped dead in his tracks and slumped over, a solemn expression on his face.

"Ohhhh, Mephite... Ye of little faith!" He clicked a few buttons on a wrist comm he had.

"Oi! Captain Montague you gamma radiated sea dog! We need you to bring that beauty of a ship of yours round my location. You should spot multiple tanks. When you do, would you be a sweet heart for me and blow them to smithereens?" He finished with a Devilish smile.

"YOU SEE MEPHITE! WE ARE ULTIMATE!" Desmond held his hands into the air for dramatic effect. He sat there in that awkward pose for a moment then realized explosions were not going to accent his point. He lowered his arms and looked to his watch.

"Well they're just a little late is all.. Anyways! Lets get back to the H.Q. I'm starving and Foss can whip up more then just chemical explosives,"

The Trandoshan perked up at the mention of his name "Aye, I make the most delicious snote worm stew!"

"Errrr.. On second thought, i'm not that hungry. Lets just get back to base, Thraxis is hailing me. He'll wanna speak with us in person,"

Objective A: PVP​

Gang: El Dorado​

Allies: [member="Mephite"] [member="Thraxis"] [member="Gregor Montague "]​

[member="Causstik Rahn"] [member="Itagert"]​

Enemies: Everyone else​

Objective: Win​

 

[Olidiv Kenu]

[member="Saede Taggart"] [member="Causstik Rahn"] [member="Thraxis"] [member="Erin Vikar"] [member="Thrukk Gulpdar"] [member="Popo"]

Objective A: Loot and pillage
Gang: Saede's pirates, presumably.
Equipment: Blasters, grenades, vibroblades, vibrokunckles, and a "lightsaber" of sorts. Anda datapad. And a few spare tanks of air for himself.



"Droidnapping and slicing? An army of Trandoshans...are those tanks? Bloody Fething Force on a Stick!" the man said as he followed the leggy pirate women and nodded to the large, singing....well, he didn't know the fellows species, but he could improvise lyrics. That was a plus. And frankly, them and the bar-bot were definitely possibilities.


Explosions went on outside. "Did somebody decalre war when I wasn't looking? Hmm...nearest holo terminal...or....an antenna, that'll do!"


He nodded and pointed to a structure about three blocks from their current position. "Past the lizards and the tanks, there should be an antennae connected to the primary holonet server for the station. With direct access, I can--" an explosion interrupted him. "Well, I can probably get access to a lot of things. Still, hell of a lot of issues at this point. If I had a swoop bike, I know what route I'd take, but...." he smirked. Yeah, that was a stupid plan, but it could work. And could was all he needed. "Well, I've got one idea, but it's immensely reckless, even by my standards. And I'm crazy. So, any alternatives, or do we do the crazy thing?"

 

[Doctor Yan Korab]

[member="Elpsis Elaris"], [member="Keric Dynt"],

"You there! Come over and help!"

[Runian] "Jeg vet ikke, men jeg tror vi kan passe inn sammen hvis vi skal kle av seg!" (I don't know but I think we can fit in together if we'll undress!)

Doctor called back to Elpsis as he tried to force the cut out door back into the wall, giving her a thumbs up while she fought off the Charon. During the battle a couple of fly-like forms of the insectoid raiders slipped past her and bee-lined (get it?) right for the Doctor, finally forcing him to do something rather than just try to run away. The flies swarmed over his head, trying to claw and splash acid on him,

[Runian] "Komme unna dere djevler!"(Get away you devils!)

He cursed at the insects as he covered his hooded head and flayed his arms to swat them away. In his movements he managed to grab his electrostaff, one of those that Abregado made with blaster tubes built into them. He swung the weapon around, striking one fly to send it back against the wall, cracking its exoskeleton with a splatter of green blood and guts. By the time a second fly started to buzz at him his finger found a button to activate the staff.

ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZT

It crackled with blue electric light dancing around its electrodes, sparks and arcs of lightning flexing over the metal surface. The fly stopped and its eyes widened as it saw the display,

"Ooooooooooooooh~"

It slowly started to fly towards the light, masmarized, until finally its head connected with the staff, killing it with a zap. More flies followed soon and Jan quickly found himself surrounded by insectoids trying to effectively commit a suicide on him. One of the flies pushed up on him in a way that he lost his balance, stumbling and falling back. By accident his fingers found another button during the chaos, this time the one for firing mechanism within the staff.

PEW-PEW-PEW

Just like that hail of blaster bolts started to rain down the corridor from the man on the ground as he activated the repeater-like systems within the staff, red streaks of hot plasma splashing back against the Chiron, forcing the ones that survived Elpsis's onslaught to screech out in pain. She may or may not have found that helpful as the man tried to stabilize the suddenly jolting staff in his hands. Emphasis on try, he wasn't actually aiming it, which meant she might have just ended up in line of fire.

I just realized he was basically a Scandinavian Jar Jar.

 

[Azula Tindara]

Objective A: PVP skirmish -- Crime does pay!
Gang:
Allies:
Enemies:
Objective: Get that Starforge Station booty.
[member="Saede Taggart"] [member="Erin Vikar"] [member="Olidiv Kenu"]

Lean Nuuti Bar and Grill

Thrukk was so exasperated at being interrupted mid chorus that he nearly threw a punch at the woman who addressed him. Even in his inebriated state the notion of credits gave him pause.

He turned to regard her with a suspicious eye. In his mechanical claw he had a female human held clear off the ground. Most of the fight had been knocked from her already and she hung limply.

"Soonds good!" He said, vaguely aware of something annoying going on behind him.

A pair of ears appeared behind the bar and swivelled in their direction. They were followed by his bothan partner. Of course he returned for the money and not the fighting. If he wasn't such a good tracker...

The bothan held both palms up and waved his hands up and down. Thrukk narrowed his eyes. Through the fog of alcohol it was hard to work out what he was trying to convey.

It occurred to Thrukk that the annoying sensation was a rodian clinging to his back, punching away at the side of his neck. He brought up his free hand swiftly, the back of his fist connecting with a loud crack. The rodian's head lolled back before he slipped to the ground.

"Aam nae cheap thocht!" He exclaimed.

"Whit dae ye think?" He asked the scarred woman in his grip. She looked at him incredulously and shrugged.

"Wait. Whit was 'at abit tanks?"

 

[Gregor Montague]

Post: II
Objective: PVP
Location: Landing

Gregor nodded, and listened to [member="Thraxis"] "Alright laddy, I'll be arriving!" he bellowed, "Lads, throw us down some fire support."

"Where abouts would you like it cap'n?" The main gunner, a large beefy weequay asked.

"Fire any which way Master Grond, I care not for casualties, just give us some smoke and to confuse the enemy!" The captain laughed manically, "Time for some fun lads," He called, "Lets' get to the gunships!" Gregor called, "Master [member="Itagert"] ,follow me!"

The Rapine's hangar bay was filled with raiders and looters who scrambled aboard the dropships for a chance to get some looting, and battle. There were five in all, all of which were bristling to the rim with pirates. Gregor approached the near empty one, commandeering it from the cockpit. "Warm the engines, we leave now!" He commanded to the pilot.

Outside, the Rapine's turbolasers and concussion missiles began bombarding the entire shadowport. Their fire was concentrated east of his associates but they didn't hit anything of worth. The barrage was nothing but a warning. Don't kark with us. Following under the lasers and missiles came a small flotilla of ships arrived at the crater, and began charging out, there were sixty pirates in all. The most experienced equipped with heavy blasters and anti-material equipment. The ones lighter armed carried naught but pistols and thermal detonators. "Come on, let's give 'em hell!"

[member="Desmond C'artyom"] | [member="Causstik Rahn"] | [member="Mephite"]

 

[H3xle]

Objective C
ANS Dawn's Horizon
[member="Ajira Cardei"] | [member="Saffron"] | [member="Doctor Yan Korab"] | [member="Elpsis Elaris"] | [member="ciana teigra"]

Keric moved into an intersection as he slowly backed away from yet another of the insectoid beasts.

'I kinda just want to start yelling "Get it off, get it off!" right now.' his mind mused as he tried to focus on several aspects of the battle at once. Through his as yet untrained connection to the Force, he could feel someone fighting behind him. He could also hear the sounds of struggle, but the presence of Force use made him think that someone he could ally with was behind him, and also made him less worried about attacks from that direction. He was keeping the Charon soldier he was fighting just out of sight, shooting a half dozen bolts from his Woebringer's every time he saw an insectoid body part come around the bend.

Keric knew he couldn't back down the corridor towards where the Force user was, because there were more Charon there. They were preoccupied for the moment, but he needed to finish off his one and then turn to help. Once again, he returned his right hand Woebringer to its holster and grabbed out his disruptor pistol in one smooth movement. A quick check on the indicator told him he had four of the eight shots left in his current charge.

From his left hand he sent a trio of blaster bolts towards the oncoming soldier, as a blindingly bright light seared out from behind him. He then took a solid firing stance with his right hand disruptor, ignoring the battle behind him at the moment, and aimed at where the soldier would emerge. He saw the leg first, snaking into view, followed by the rest of the insectoid soldier. He paused half a breath, then sent a disruptor bolt through its chest, and another through its head. Holes appeared as if by magic, and the soldier toppled backwards, dead.

'Now I can...' Keric started to think as he turned, but then felt the sting of blaster bolts hitting the light armor of his back. After the first two, he dove into a side long roll and came up facing Elpsis and the Scandinavian Jar Jar, as well as the Charon they were facing. His disruptor was aimed, his right hand braced across his left forearm. Seemingly at random, red blaster bolts came screaming out of the room. Some, as he knew, had scored on him. Some had scored on the Charon they were facing, and most were hitting bulkheads and doors. 'Why...who is firing those like it's high noon at the OK Cantina?' He thought as he aimed his disruptor at the closest Charon, moving up to the open door to a room from the opposite side of the hall. Somehow it must not have seen him. Taking careful aim, he downed it with his last two bolts from his disruptor, then sprinted and rolled through the doorway. The way the blaster bolts were coming out, however, it was impossible to be missed. He felt them hit his shoulder and back as he rolled into the room.

Pain blossomed where he had been hit, the light armor that was designed to take a few stray hits had been boiled through on his back. He could smell singed and burning flesh, but a look around the room he found himself in told him that he wasn't burning, the beautiful redhead who emanated powerfully with the Force, looks to have received a few plasma bolts. He could see the pain and emotion in her eyes, and almost instantly knew that he never wanted to be on her bad side.

While his eyes and brain processed the room, he switched out his empty disruptor pistol for his right hand Woebringer. He didn't feel he had the time to change the charge on the disruptor, useful though it has been.

"Keric Dynt, I'm working security on this boat." he said by way of introduction as he felt more uneasiness as another Charon soldier was working towards the door. "Anything I can help with?" He was almost assuredly joking, though he didn't smile as he said it. Instead, he placed his back to a chair, the chair between him and the barrage of blaster bolts, and took aim with his blaster pistols at the doorway, waiting for the next soldier to make an appearance.

 

[Elpsis Kerrigan]

[member="Keric Dynt"], [member="Doctor Yan Korab"]


And so the bow and arrow dude turned into a Scandinavian Jar Jar, swinging his ARGH-designed electrostaff like a whirling dervish and hitting both friend and foe alike. Sparks flew and blue white lightning arced across the metal surface, and giant insectoids screeched in pain when they were electrocuted.


Then red holts of hot plasma flew everywhere, setting the room alight. All in all, it was a very cool light show. Elpsis added to the chaos by by projecting charring wave upon charring wave, filling the room with overwhelmning heat as she roasted arachnids.


One of the beasts got the drop on her from behind and she was thrust down with a loud thud when it slammed her into the floor, but then it suffered a seizure when the Viking Jar Jar suddenly electrocuted it. Perhaps it was by design, perhaps by chance, either way the firemane rolled under the beast and rammed her lightsabre into its throat.


Then she felt an unpleasant burn. "Hey, arrow guy, watch your aim! Point that thing at the beasties!" she yelled, sounding quite irritable. Pain blossomed where she had been hit, and it turned to anger, which she directed outward in an eruption of light, heat and flame.


The Alliance trooper had joined them, bringing his disruptor pistol to bear. Elpsis liked disruptors. They were good at establishing boundaries by disintegrating the limbs of fools who wanted to mess with you. For some reason, most 'civilised worlds' outlawed them.


"I don't know. You could fry some bugs," the redhead said sarcastically. "Name's Elpsis. I'm with Firemane. Any clue about what the feth happened to the ship?" At this point, her flaming red hair looked like a literal firemane. She breathed in deeply as she drew upon her power to smite the vile fiends with the holy flame, her hands looking scorched.

 

[Leos Palle]

Objective A: PvP Skirmish
Allies: [member="HK-36"], [member="Tiland Kortun"] and [member="Drystan Talroth"]
Enemies: None yet
Location: Flying to the Shadowport
Post #: 4

Poro listened attentively to what the droid had to say. HK really was quite the knowledgeable droid, but given his age it was well within reason that he would be. That which he spoke about was some of what he had spent some time studying and thinking about himself. Ethical actions. The role of the Jedi was to be entirely ethical, to provide for the defense of individuals and the resolution of armed conflict through every peaceable means available. The first and foremost rule of being a Jedi was that the Jedi do not attack. This was something that most Jedi had lost sight of over the years, which gave Poro great heartache as Jedi essentially became Dark Jedi in all but use of the Force.

They settled down and HK asked him a question. As they stood to leave he thought about it. There were a lot of factors that could go into the decision of what HK had done, and there was likely some information that he was still missing, as well, but he had to make a decision. As they disembarked, he gave his answer.

"I believe you should have taken him prisoner. If his back was turned, you could have incapacitated him. Killing is not the answer to all problems. Yes, the other outcome could be that he could escape, but these are hypotheticals and could be questioned for ages with numerous outcomes. Ultimately you acted in the way you saw fit to protect those around you. Had I been in your position, however, I would have chosen not to kill him, because all life should be preserved if possible. And Jedi do not attack. What you did was attack him from behind. I could not justify such an action under the circumstances you mention."

That said, this was just because they were two different beings. He, a Jedi, could not bring himself to murder someone the way that HK had. The droid had saved lived, no doubt, but in doing so he'd killed someone. The necessity of it was impossible for him to really say without having a lot more information, but he believed, personally, that killing was never really necessary unless every other option had been exhausted first. That was what it meant to be a Jedi to him. HK and Drystan could disagree with him if they wanted, but it wouldn't dissuade his belief on the matter. What HK had done was the wrong solution to the problem in the eyes of Poro.

Just then another man approached them, a man that Poro could tell was strong in the Force. He offered his name and mentioned he was of the Jedi Order so Poro bowed to him.

"Master Kortun, I am Padawan Poro Maaht. It's a pleasure to make your-"

Before he could finish speaking, the sound of rousing explosions reached them and he turned his attention in that direction. A frown crossed his face and he looked to the others and then followed after HK, nodding his head in understanding of what the droid said. If he was forced to combat the tanks, he would go for the systems that wouldn't likely cause them to explode. He didn't wish to kill anyone inside or out. For now though, they needed to investigate.