Tear Down the Wall (ORC Dominion of Elrood)

[Sol Stazi]

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The First Order has collapsed!​

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Little did the rest of the galaxy know how much it depended on the Imperials to keep an even greater Ssi-ruuvi menace at bay. Blinded by fanaticism, instead of uniting to drive off this common foe the radical Alliance-in-Exile strikes Imperial sector strongholds while they are at their weakest. Already much of the First Order's war machine has evacuated the region, but some are either cut off from escape or unwilling to abandon their homeland.​

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With local Moffs still reeling from an all out assault on Sullust while the bulk of their assets in the region are focused on Sluis Van, now the Alliance and their Coalition allies have opened up a southern front in the Elrood system. A heavily populated industrial center, the First Order cannot be dislodged from orbit without unacceptable collateral damage. The only solution is to launch a land invasion of the planet's surface.​

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While Alliance and Coalition ships seek to brute force their way through the Imperial interdiction web, Underground insurgents and Alliance Pathfinders have landed on Elrood undercover as part of a first wave to disrupt Imperial operations and sabotage their defensive systems. Meanwhile, officials reach out to open negotiations with the planetary leadership and those in the First Order with moderate leanings.​

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"Breach on my command."

It was raining in Elrooden. That was good, Captain Stazi reasoned. It would interfere with any bio-sensors on the shield generator facility's perimeter. This was his first mixed unit command, and despite his years of veteran experience Sol was nervous. He wasn't worried about the platoon of Twilight Company's finest at his back, but the Coalition Peacekeepers and Underground snipers were a random element he wasn't fully prepared for.

The past few days had felt surreal. Although he wouldn't admit it out loud, Sol hadn't truly believed he would see the First Order's downfall in his lifetime. Now there were reports trickling in from Dosuun and Bakura that seemed almost too good to be true. A dim part of his conscience recognized that death and destruction on this scale was nothing to be celebrated, but they had been fighting this war for too long now to maintain any kind of moral objectivity.

"Breach!"

His demolition's expert detonated the explosive charge on the facility's service hatch, and before the dust had fully cleared Stazi and his team were through the door. He caught the tell tale ivory glint of stormtrooper warplate and held his breath, squeezing down the trigger of his A320 in short efficient bursts. Even through the haze, he could make out a confirmed kill. They were on the clock now, if they hadn't tripped any alarms on approach the Imperial holdouts certainly knew they were there now.


Objectives

• Disable Planetary Shield (Elrooden): Accompany the advance team to infiltrate the occupied capital city of Elrooden and sabotage its planetary deflector shield generator facility.
• Aggressive Negotiations (Elrooden): Reach out to the planetary government and any moderate Imperials, pledge humanitarian aid and protection from the Ssi-ruuvi once the First Order is gone.
• Break the Blockade (Space): Escort the Wolf's Head to its target destination, the sector's Keeper Interdiction Platform. Once the system is safe from lockdown, rendezvous in orbit to drive off any remaining Imperial ships.
• Gone in 12 Parsecs (Orbit): When the First Order arrived they seized all the civilian shipyards and impounded most vessels. Now that the regime on Elrood is collapsing, there are dozens of hangars in orbit filled with light freighters and only a skeleton crew to guard them. You thinking what I'm thinking? Find a codebreaker and steal yourself a ride, everything from Astro LX combat freighters to various YT models to the famed Calrissian-class are available at 'rock bottom prices'.
• BYOO - Bring Your Own Objective!

 

[Maokai Bantam]

Elrood​

Station AR-3 - Hanger - In a cargo crate​

Objective - Gone in 12 Parsecs​

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It has been a few hours since they had been unloaded from the commercial transport. Getting smuggled into the station was not the best way to sneak into a place but with limited options and event more limited funds he had to talk his cousins into lending him the credits to get this far. Still that would all be changing shortly he hoped. If he was really going to do some good in this verse he needed a ship but with the limited funds of the coalition stretched mighty thin by the recent invasion of the west he knew it might take months, maybe years before he was issued even a broken down old ore freighter.

He was not willing to wait, searching the reports he learned of the First Order's withdraw and the cash of impounded ships on this station. Now many had owners and he was not gonna take any of those. It wouldn't be right after all. However there were a bunch of newly minted Astro LX's, made planet side, but never got any farther than here due to the First Order's ban on foreign ships. With his authority, limited as it was, he would be able to confiscate one, re-register it and Bob's a Bantha he would be in business.

So back to the matter at hand, time to contact the rest of the team.

"Red two, this is red one, come back. cuz where you at?" [member="Yula Perl"]

 

[Veino Garn]

[member="Sol Stazi"]

Veino was back working with Captain Stazi, a Twilight platoon, and Pathfinders. That amused him, but he kept it to himself. Last time they had operated together had been at the Terminus embassy and since then, ORION had been working closely with the troops to respond to the Sharukan, Ssi-Ruuvi, and First Order developments. As far as he could tell, Terminus had been the last gasp of the once titanic militant state. Like the Galactic Alliance, it had stretched itself too far. Appropriate that their last gasp at expansion was the world of Terminus.

Now, here they were at Elrood, liberating the old Alliance worlds that had fallen under First Order influence. Elrood would be the first before they skated their way towards the edge of the Midrim. With the campaign on Sullust already launched, it would be only a matter of time before the old Alliance capitol would once again be in the hands of freedom.

As the door exploded inwards, Veino waited for the Twilight squad to initiate the breach. Blaster fire echoed inside the facility and the lightsaber rested lightly in one hand. He waited for a few moments before slipping into the room and smashing a computer hatch. He reached in and yanked out a handful of wires before plugging it into the specialized datapad he brought for the purpose. Sparks singed against his gloves, but he didn't feel them.

The automated computer systems flashed across the screen and Veino started adjusting the feedback from the alarms, reintegrating the circuit with looped footage. While an explosion and blaster fire made it more than impossible to ultimately go undetected, it certainly kept things confusing if none of the security feeds displayed any sign of their presence.

"Should keep them disoriented long enough for us to move in without them moving where," Veino called. "Security's overriden."

 

[Janick Beauchamp]

Objective: Break the blockade
Location: Wolf's Head hangar
Allies: ORC
Enemies: FO

These days, Janick was busy operating the Memory Rub-powered tutoring portion of the Circle's business on top of the alchemical one, and it seemed that the Memory Rub portion of the business was becoming much larger than the alchemy. May Ageha take the Memory Rub business to the next level, to the extent it is feasible, regardless of whether I survive this or not, she thought, while the craft in the hangar under her command. were being armed with cluster missiles. She started this operation on Saijo and even Terminus, she is determined to see it through to the end, with the Verdict's CAG on hand. Especially since the Verdict's pilots were the best vac-heads outside of Rogue Squadron - that one squadron was the best of the best, and she acknowledged it since there even was an Alliance-in-Exile operating in ORC space. Even with the First Order fleets in the southeast being hit pretty hard in the dual Asmeru-Sullust campaign, she had to be mindful of not only the interdiction station, but also whatever garrisons there were remaining in orbit. As the craft are being refueled, and topped off...

 

[Jic Drow]

The Outer Rim Coalition was within spitting distance of Sullust. The opening salvo of the Alliance’s bid to reclaim the world was assisted by the Coalition and the fact that both teams were looking to bring some much needed freedom to the worlds that the power vacuum created, helping to at least provide some stability, through one of the two main focuses or another, it was all that mattered. The Sullustan was being deployed with Twilight Company, and as one of the newer members of the Company was standing back to follow orders.

Shielding his eyes from the breach, he turned and his Sullustan dark-vision kicked in. His blaster rifle firing in time as he entered the building following Stazi, another kill and another. By the time the lightsaber ignited, it had taken Cias by surprise. He wasn’t really used to Jedi around, having been deployed for a number of planetary exploration missions during the majority of the tenure of the Alliance, and only experiencing Jedi support infrequently.

“Can you get any maps?” He said in his native tongue, hoping the Jedi would understand.

Or was this even a Jedi?

[member="Veino Garn"]
[member="Sol Stazi"]

 

[Vu'thari]

Gone in 12 Parsecs (Orbit)​

When the First Order arrived they seized all the civilian shipyards and impounded most vessels. Now that the regime on Elrood is collapsing, there are dozens of hangars in orbit filled with light freighters and only a skeleton crew to guard them. You thinking what I'm thinking? Find a codebreaker and steal yourself a ride, everything from Astro LX combat freighters to various YT models to the famed Calrissian-class are available at 'rock bottom prices'.

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The Hole Truth (Light Freighter)
Hyperspace in Route to First Order Shipyards – Elrood Sector
Staring out of the viewport, the pink-skinned twi’lek was lost deep in thought. The last five years were spent here, in this far future...he was originally not even part of this century, even this millennia. Those who were there when his body was discovered found him with technology and the trappings of a bygone era. For two of those years, Vu’thari was placed in captivity the moment he was discovered. Following the escape of all of the prisoners on Binaros, he had called that place home. As one of the leaders of the newly erected Coven of Equilibria, his efforts had been solely into the development of those people. The Coven of Equilibria had found a permanent home in Binaros and the community was thriving. But part of that freedom came with a cost—allegiance to the Outer Rim Coalition. But this was not to be considered a penance or some sort of punishment, it was duty. They received benefits for being under the Coalition flag and they asked for the Coven’s aid in return.

Flashes of memories from another life, another time came to him in dreams and sudden flashbacks, but his true memories still escaped him. The last thing he remembered in his “former life” was traveling in hyperspace with someone close to him—this person, he remembered. Looking down at his leather bracelet, he knew that item came from the one called…Ayasha. He could not place her significance, other than someone close and that he had strong feelings for her once—wife? Teacher? Student? Lover? Sister? He was not certain. After five years in this era, he stopped trying to remember such things—it just confused him.

The light freighter came out of hyperspace. Padding over to the cockpit, he inquired of the human pilot. Before he had a chance to ask the pilot any questions, the human dressed as a spacer responded, “I think I can get us docked without detection. The First Order remnants have a wide net to cast patrolling these dockyards. Is that still the plan? Dock, you clear the way, and we leave in another ship. You and I?”

Nodding, the Elder Warlock responded, “You get us into those two ships. I take one and you take the other as your payment, agreed?”

The slicer nodded with a smirk and responded, “Fair enough. We will make our approach now."

With the First Order patrol to the far side of the shipyards, the Hole Truth slid up to the massive hangar and settled into the docking collar.


[member="Maokai Bantam"]

 

[Griet van Vliet]

Objective: Gone in 12 Parsecs
Allies: ORC
Enemies: First Order remnant, Elrood underworld

While that same patrol was on the far side of the planet, Griet was ostensibly going to assess the fair-market values of what's in the hangar, since one of those clients she dealt with, one of the more staunchly anti-FO, sought to get a replacement ship for the one the client lost to the Sharukans. And yet she knew that a large hangar full of impounded ships was going to attract pirates, especially because the garrison was at reduced strength. So reduced in fact that it was skeletal. But assessing a fair-market value required her to know in what condition the ship was, so she started inspecting the engine room. The one area where most of the value is made or lost on an used ship. Once I can sense some gangsters coming for that ship, I could always lure them into a trap by remaining inside those smuggling compartments, so it's a good thing I brought my lightsaber: a lightsaber shines in these tight confines. Oh and I could always use Neural Storm to stun them beforehand, and then bring the captured gangsters to another place where bounties can be claimed on them, she thought, while sensing a gang inbound, attempting to steal the ship she's on.

 

[Kingsley]

LOADING BAY​

CIVILIAN SHIPYARDS​

GONE IN 12 PARSECS​

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"Ow, gorramit! Get your elbow off my beak!"

There was a whole chorus of cursing in Jawaese, dimly muffled through the shipping container.

"Omu'sata!" one of them suddenly cried, and there was silence.

"What is it?" Kingsley hissed at last, growing impatient, "Imperial patrol?"

The little creature babble excitedly, miming out his response in tandem to better his chances of being understood.

"Someone else?" he tilted his head, "In another shipping container? Don't be ridiculous."

The hiitian bulk freighter captain crossed his arms, puffing out his chest in what passed for a display of extreme confidence among his species.

"Ibana!" his jawa counterpart insisted, pointing down, "Nufuzu!"

"I'm telling you, there's no one else here!" Kingsley's beak curled into a scowl, and he swatted the little creature away, "Rrrawk! Think of the chances, man! You think just anyone could come up with a plan this brilliant?"

"Yuyu!"

"Well they can't!" he struggled to clutch the jawa's throat in his talons, thumping loudly against the container situated directly above [member="Maokai Bantam"] and [member="Yula Perl"], "Now for the last time, there is absolutely positively no one in the-"

His head cocked to the side, and he pressed his ear down against the bottom of the container. His eyes widened at the sound of faint thumping coming from somewhere else.

"There's someone else here."

"Utinni!" the jawa mechanic shook his head in shock and dismay.

[member="Vu'thari"]​

 

[Yula Perl]

She’d been in worse places.

Prison, for one. Yula wasn’t some hardened convict, but sometimes she had trouble staying out of…well, trouble. The cargo container wasn’t much better than a jail cell, but at least she didn’t have to share it with anyone else! On the downside, no refresher. On the upside, she’d brought plenty of snacks with her. The Zeltron had been sitting cross-legged in a pile of candy bar wrappers and chip bags, scrolling through SpaceFeed when the comm in her ear crackled to life.

“Loading dock, I think.” She responded quickly, shoving the last of another Bantha Crunch bar into her mouth. “Where are y—wait, why do I have to be red two?!” Clearly the older operative would get the red one designation, but noooo. Oh well. The Judges were weird anyway.

She’d just finished chewing and swallowing when a shrill conversation made way and she instantly quieted. Sounds like they were busted.

“Hold on, red ‘un.” She muttered lowly, pressing her back flush against the wall of the container and raising her blaster towards just above the opposite corner. With a candy bar situated firmly in her mouth—what, she’d need the energy—the smuggler let loose a series of blaster bolts.

[member="Maokai Bantam"] |[member="Kingsley"]

 

[Maokai Bantam]

Elrood​

Station AR-3 - Hanger - In a cargo crate​

Objective - Gone in 12 Parsecs​

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"Hold on, what do you mean hold ..."

Next thing Maokai knew he hear the sound of blaster fire coming from somewhere above him.

"Feth, I'm coming cuz!" He yelled as he tired to open his crate. While the latch mechanism seemed to be working the lid refused to budge as it was held down by the weight of the two transport crates above him.

"Poodoo not enough force to push, force push!" he said.

"Hold on to something, gonna try a thing Yula."

Mako concentrated for a second then gather his strength, reaching out with the force he threw a bolt out to the lid just as his dad had taught him. If he had been more skilled this would worked better and thrown the lid open. Instead the lid lifted just enough to tip the two crates above him off balance and sent them crashing to the floor. As the lid to his crate slammed back closed he listen as the two crates above him slid and slammed making a feth load of noise.

Well so much for subtlety he thought as he lifted the lid ro his crate and looked over at the two crates now scattered onto the floor. He quickly noticed his cousins [member="Yula Perl"] crate and a second that appeared to have blaster marks on it's bottom. Stepping out of his crate and taking his shotgun out, he worked the action loudly and aimed it at [member="Kingsley"] crate.

"This is Judge Bantam, whoever is in that shipping crate, come out with your hands up!"

@Vu'thari

 

[Sol Stazi]

SHIELD GENERATOR FACILITY​

FIRST ORDER GARRISON​

DISABLE PLANETARY SHIELD​

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Captain Stazi rolled the shock grenade through the hatch, moving into cover on either side of its threshold along with [member="Cias Kunn"].

The familiar smell of ozone assaulted his nostrils, and he could hear incoherent gibbering echoing from stormtroopers caught up in the electric charge. Signaling to Kunn with his off hand, Sol climbed through the hatch in a crouch. Precise blaster shots thumped from his rifle, followed shortly thereafter by Cias firing similar bursts overhead. A detached part of his mind, observing the engagement unfold before him, could not help but seize upon the notion that they would be seeing less and less of these elite Imperial warriors. Most of Elrood's remaining support was standard First Imperial Army, but key facilities like the shield generator had been assigned a cadre from the last remaining stormtrooper battalion in the entire sector.

"Clear!" he called out, when their entry point had at last been secured for the time being.

Sol could already hear the dim sounds of boot falls, most likely hostile reinforcements on the way. He barely had time to acknowledge their codebreaker's efforts with a curt nod. [member="Veino Garn"] was one of the weirdest mercenaries he had ever met. The guy had been hired ostensibly for his tech skill, but he carried a lightsaber and fought almost like a Sith. Veino seemed to look back on their previous operations on Terminus fondly, but the captain could only remember sprinting through embassy tunnels with his heart pounding in his chest because if they didn't get the deflector shields back online a star destroyer would casually annihilate them all from orbit.

"We're looking for either command and control or the primary generator pit," Stazi added to Cias' request in Basic, gesturing for Veino to proceed before wordlessly assigning his troopers to guard potential ingress points with similar hand signals, "We'll find them one way or another but directions sure would be nice."

No sooner had he lined up a crew of troopers in front of an access portal leading deeper into the facility, then a squad of Imperial Army regulars sprinted through it and into the same room, only to be mowed down by concentrated rebel blaster fire.

"Quickly," he added, his rifle still smoking.

 

[Griet van Vliet]

Objective: Gone in 12 parsecs
Allies: ORC
Enemies: Gangsters

Here they come! she thought, while the squad of pirates started flowing into the ship she's in. She needed to make sure that the entire gang of pirates was inside the ship before she could even think of closing the docking port shut, and flying along with the ship for the next phase of the plan. Or capture them before takeoff if they didn't bring a slicer, droid or organic. But once the gang of pirates entered the ship her client asked to assess its FMV (probably for Section 85 purposes if Talz), then it was time for her to come out of the engine room gantries, since they expected to come across a ship that had no occupants. Not with the pirates fanning out after dispatching the skeleton stormtrooper crew manning this area's security. It is time for Griet to first close the hatch on the pirates, and they think they have the ship to themselves until they go into the engine room. It was only when they tried to take off that they realize something is amiss with the navicomputer, as well as the IFF transponders: the First Order, when they impounded the ship, put in a password to allow access to the ship's systems.

 

[Peyton Steele]

The blonde was picking up new and different ways to get into places. From being her typical ‘get fake diplomatic clearance,’ which did work really well but sometimes, she needed a different view to see things properly. The sort-of-Adept was working on flexing her skills. She was here in Elrood, crewing one of the Smuggler’s Alliance vessels. Trying to get a feel for the way the Coalition and smugglers did it, she was actually having a blast lately.

For one, the missions were a bit more risky, the ships were all well cared for hot rods, and the style was a lot cooler. Jeans, gunbelts, leather jackets? She could get used to this. The blonde was currently unloading on the station. Her ship Silent Runner dropped pilots off on the stations and she was one of the team that were working on boosting a few of the vessels. Now this, this was definitely what she wasn’t used to, but she knew she could handle.

“I’m going for the red one!” The blonde said as she lowered the visor that was attached to her datapad over her eyes. Making a quick run over, the lithe woman was making her move. The ship landed her at one of the airlocks and her team has dispatched a few folks on the way.

A few smugglers against soldiers? Yeah, the former group was the more plucky.

“Hello beautiful.” She said to herself as she approached the control station that had the ship locked down. Now to fight the computer system.

 

[Veino Garn]

[member="Sol Stazi"] [member="Cias Kunn"]

"Maps?" Veino asked, turning in surprise. He frowned for a moment and then nodded and dove back into the computer system. Now that he was inside, it wasn't as hard as it had been to break in, but most internal systems didn't have maps. They didn't need them. The assumption was that the people who worked there knew their way around the facility.

He hesitated for a moment and then pulled up the energy grid as it powered through the facility. It wasn't the clearest when it cames to map, but he overlaid it with a display of the security systems. Another shower of sparks and he downloaded the data into his wrist computer.

"There. Control room and generator pit have the highest energy levels." He opened up the display and presented the map to the soldiers. "This should be able to get us to the targets."

Veino shifted behind the edge of the computer terminal as a stray blaster bolt slammed into the wall. "Good to go on your command."

 

[H3xle]

LOCATION: Shield Generator Facility, First Order Garrison
OBJECTIVE: Disable Planetary Shield
ALLIES: [member="sol stazi"] | [member="veino garn"] | [member="cias kunn"]

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Sahaera knelt behind a console, her rifle trained on the entrance the Imperials had entered through. A thin trail of smoke wafted from her barrel, and she had automatically taken the barrel slightly off line so she could maintain watch. She heard the talk around her, and she felt back in her element after what had felt like too long drowning her civilian status in a galaxy bereft of a purpose for her. She was more than slightly disgusted about how bad it had gotten, but put it out of her head to focus on the mission.

The last Imperial in the room stopped twitching, and Sahaera slid from behind the console in a smooth movement she had trained in more times than she could count. Cities, space stations, starships, if it was Imperial and had tech nearby, a standard console was going to be there. Those consoles could stop a stray blaster bolt and even take some sustained damage before giving way, which made them perfect cover.

"Checking!" She subvocalized into her throat comm, moving up to the entrance where the Imperials had come in. Another soldier mirrored her and took the other side of the doorway.

She slid back a bit and crouched before nodding to her companion to open the door. An Imperial squad was stepping up to the door at that moment, and was met with blaster fire.

Sahaera slid into the doorway to track her fire back through the squad as the Imperials scrambled for cover in the starkly uniform hallway. A couple got behind a bend further back, and she stopped firing and waited.

"We have bogies around the corner to the right from the south entrance to this room." She subvocalized once more. "Maintaining overwatch."

 

[RC 212]

Aggressive Negotiations​

ELROOD-GOV CENTER​

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Any good infiltration always started with the groundwork. Sometimes the pen was mightier than the sword.

These were things she mulled, coming clean off her first mission and directly into the second. As the head of the fledgling Federalist Party within the AiE Government, she was uniquely suited to wage warfare on two fronts today.

Diplomatic status had gained her an advantage, moving under a registered Alias a an ORC diplomat. Her true identity was yet to be revealed however, which is why she had her aide and he team of ordinary looking agents armed to the teeth under their guises.

In the previous week they had set up a safehouse, wrangled some assets and gotten the lay of the land. Now she was outside a lavish looking Imperial Officer, flanked by her guard and ready to put that information to the test. On the cryptnet she was already catching bits and pieces of the action as FO intel cells scrambled to help redirect assets to staunch the flow of the recent insurrection.

An elevator door chimed, and she found herself facing an older gentlemen, with a dark grey, but immaculate beard. He reached down and smoothed out his dress Uniform.

She recognized the symbols. A Moff.

"Pleasure meeting you miss Falcon, " He began, extending his hand.

She joined hers with a smirk.

"The pleasure will be all mine Moff Sandral. Tell me is our meeting still on?"

"Well despite recent security concerns yes. And I think we'd best get to it."

"I'm in agreeance. Please lead the way," she responded, casting a devilish flash with her deep brown eyes. Both hands spread wide ina gesture of harmlessness.

He entered a key code into the door. Her eyes followed his finger, and she logged that one away in her memory. Then they stepped through the threshold.....

 

[Kingsley]

LOADING BAY​

CIVILIAN SHIPYARDS​

GONE IN 12 PARSECS​

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"Maybe if we're quiet they'll go away."

"Ny shootagawa?" one of the jawa mechanics asked hopefully.

"Hush!" Kingsley thumped him on the nose, and the little scavenger let out a muffled screech.

Ignoring his crew mates' protests, the hiitian smuggler pressed his ear to the floor. For a short while he heard voices, but then they faded.

"I think they're gone, rrrawk!"

No sooner had the words left his mouth, then their entire world literally turned upside down. When the crates tumbled down to the deck, Kingsley's tumbled with them. Both he and his jawa co-conspirators were flung back and forth as the center of gravity was no longer constant. Nearly breaking his beak on final impact, he knew the crate must have long settled by now but everything still felt like it was spinning.

"Ugh," the bird groaned, "at least things can't get any worse."

"This is Judge Bantam, whoever is in that shipping crate, come out with your hands up!"

"Of course," Kingsley sighed, before pulling down a jawa who was already crawling for the hatch release they had jury rigged on the inside, "Not a word out of any of you, got it?"

Shuffling over so he was on the side of the crate closest to where he deemed the voice was coming from, he called out in response, "This is uh...Special Agent Gross with the CIS Ministry of Secrets! You're currently uh...impeding an ongoing...operation! So uhh....scram!"

"Utinni!" one of the jawas cheered, and when Kingsley turned to stifle it with his fists his eyes widened in horror.

"No, wait!" he cried, but it was too late.

The jawa flipped the locking mechanism, and the top of their crate now on its side slid open. Five jawas and one very large bird person all immediately tumbled out in a heap before [member="Maokai Bantam"] and [member="Yula Perl"].

"Nobody move..." Kingsley groaned, "You're under arrest."

 

[Griet van Vliet]

Objective: Gone in 12 parsecs
Allies: ORC
Enemies: Pirates, stormtroopers

Already Griet could feel that something's not right with how ham-fisted the pirates were in attempting to unlock the computer systems of the ship they wish to steal: there were error messages everywhere. They were corrupting the data in an attempt to bypass or at least reset the passwords (the FO was using two-factor encryption) so they would need to perform a factory reset of the navicomputer and the transponder. That would also mean erasing any records of the old owners from that equipment, too. This means the pirates won't be able to make their getaway so fast: factory resets of that equipment, while disabling two-factor encryption, aren't instant, she thought, believing that it would give her an opportunity to intercept the pirates and lock them down in one of those holes they call a smuggling compartment. Sure, her knowledge of engineering may be a bit distant now, but she seems glad that she didn't forget it in its entirety. That said, the pirates started doing the factory reset of these two computer systems from its cockpit, which meant she just had to step out quietly before trying to fry their brains with Neural Storm.

 

[Sol Stazi]

SHIELD GENERATOR FACILITY​

FIRST ORDER GARRISON​

DISABLE PLANETARY SHIELD​

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"Hey, thanks for looking out," Sol clasped Kyre's shoulder briefly, before tugging a thermal detonator from his bandolier and tossing it past her through the threshold at an arc.

Growing up the duros had been a middling good shockball player, so it was a trivial matter to ensure the explosive device bounced off the far wall and to the right. There was a muffled eruption, and Stazi spared a glance back at the rebel operative to confirm that the immediate threat to their south had been dealt with. They needed to keep moving, even a beleaguered First Order would eventually be able to pin them down and overwhelm them if they remained stationary for too long.

"Alright, we split into two teams," the captain motioned back and forth between himself and [member="Cias Kunn"], "I'll take the control room, Sergeant Kunn has got the generators. Sergeant, take my explosives."

The rest of the Twilight commandos wordlessly assembled into two groups, leaving others like [member="Veino Garn"] and [member="Sahaera Kyre"] to choose for themselves which objective they were assigned to. Neither route diverged from one another until they reached the facility's southern turbolifts, so at Stazi's order both teams advanced as one, dispatching another pair of stormtroopers that had lain in ambush to waylay them as soon as they advanced. The lifts themselves could not be trusts, but when they reached their destination and pried open the doors they would have to make their own way.

Cias and his commandos could simply secure lines and rappel their way down to the generator room housed in the lower levels, but Sol and those who followed would have to make the climb up the turbolift shaft to the military garrison's command level. It was not an ascent he was particularly looking forward to, it was impossible to know exactly what kind of security precautions the First Order might have lying in wait.

Sweeping each branching corridor as they advanced, Captain Stazi caught sight of an Imperial Army uniform and opened fire shortly before they reached the lifts, but the scout had already disappeared back the way he came. Sol heard the sound of faint footfalls and cursed, now the First Order definitely knew where they were, or would soon enough.

"Get this lift open."

 

[Cyran Vaas]

Gone in 12 Parsecs​

Orbit, Space Port​

Get a Ship and Get Out​

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Yawning, Cyran laid in the single bed in the space port jail. He was placed in a cell after trying to get a head start on the mission. Which in hindsight was a really bad. Not only was he going against orders, but he could've compromised a lot of the mission for getting caught. But he didn't spill the beans when the remaining imperial guards caught him trying to steal on the of the various ships still in the hanger. Personally Cyran thought it was a tad underhanded for the ORC to steal civilian ships that had been impounded by the First Order, but that's what he liked about the faction.

One might even wonder why he tried to get a head start in for the mission. Which the only reason was so he could pick out the best ship for himself, and not scramble around competing with other scoundrels trying their hand at the task while dealing with a light garrison at the same time. So for the time being he was just waiting for the mission to either start and hopefully get him out of being imprisoned on the space dock or he'd need to wait until the planet was under the control of the ORC before he could see himself getting out.

He didn't even have any of his equipment either, it all got confiscated. Would made sense, seeing someone decked out in cheap Mandalorian Armor wasn't exactly a welcoming sign. So now all he had was his armorweave that goes underneath all the plating. Fortunately Cyran was good at playing dumb for the guards.