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Antares

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Antares Windu looked throughout the public transport ship that was travelling through hyperspace through Republic Space, specifically towards Onderon. And why not? It was a planet that had been ravaged thousands of years ago by the Great Sith War, and it could quite possibly be a trip that he could learn from. Though that wasn't the only reason. He had heard the stories of Kar Vastor, from the planet of Haruun Kal.

He had grown up with them, hearing them from his parents and any who had heard of the man who did not speak from his mouth, but from the Force, through minds. From what he had heard of Kar Vastor, he was amazed. He had survived with nothing in the wilderness, found ultrachrome and formed what he called his Akk Guard. Truly amazing. And that was from where Antares's instincts had come from, at least, that's how his parents had attempted to train him before he had left for the Jedi Order.

But now he was here on a ship that was heading to Onderon so that he could continue his search for the metal that was known as ultrachrome. And why not? It was quite the metal to use, and it would no doubt be quite helpful in the future. Besides, he figured he would need it after the Invasion of O'reen. He felt his armour was quite inadequate with the basic durasteel armour that basic soldiers within the Republic Army received.

But that was why he was with his Master, Kiskla Grayson. She had decided she would accompany him upon his 'learning' trip to Onderon. And they had only met recently, and trained briefly, though she was his Master, he could only wonder if they would 'bond' on such a trip.

Eyes glancing around the ship, he wondered where he had left his Master after he had decided it was time to stretch his legs.

@[member="Kiskla Grayson"] - @[member="Tamara"]
 

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@[member="Antares Windu"] @Kiskla Grayson

Sitting back in her chair in economy, Tamara glanced at the young man as he walked along and passed her. She felt signs of the Force about him, but no clue to his exact identity. She supposed a Jedi or rogue Jedi though, but she might have been wrong.

Either way, it was purely academic. She was going to Onderon for her own reasons, and the sight of a potential Jedi was good. They were useful if any trouble occurred. Unfortunately they often caused that trouble too.

Tilting her seat back she started to doze off.
 
As usual, when in public, Kiskla's simmering signature was concealed. She was as neutral as the rest of the civilians on board. Finding her would have to be with the naked eye. However, she had a band habit of standing out; being able to stop conversations just walking by contributed to that.

As it was, her relentless appetite had picked up and she was in the train's cafeteria line, dotingly sliding her tray along like a good civilian. She must have had one heck of a metabolism to maintain a figure like hers, and consume a plate like hers.

"That all for you, honey?" The woman-bot behind the till asked, as of popping a bubble of gum. She received a nod from the young master, who handed over the credits for the plateful and turned away to find a seat and happily eat something other than temple food and caf; even if it wasn't home's gourmet cooking. Sometimes her princess tastes filtered through her rough Jedi training. Happily, she popped fry after fry into her mouth; savouring it's deep fried goodness while listening to the buzz of miscellaneous conversations around her.

@[member="Tamara"] | @[member="Antares Windu"]
 

Antares

Jedi Janitor
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It took him a moment to realize they had dropped out of hyperspace. But what came later, he didn't expect. When he looked out the viewport that was across the corridor from him, he saw the planet far away. It was almost as if it were a large sphere, but still far enough away to take time to get to. And he could only wonder what was wrong just as another ship passed by the viewport, blocking out the view of the planet.

He felt it in the Force, though barely, they were under attack. Those must have been pirate ships, with a stolen interdiction projector. That wasn't good...At all. And to make things worse, he saw the red turbolaser bolts crash and deflect off of the transport ship's shields.

He barely felt the reverberations through the ship's floors, it was a good thing the transport shuttle was a refitted shield ship. Probably a decommissioned ship from a mining company. Quite useful in a situation like this.

He started to walk back towards the way he had come, and he brought his comlink up to his mouth. "Master. We're under attack." He said, his voice was quite calm through the comlink. It wasn't a time for joking. Serious business, he had to save lives.

There were people panicking everywhere, and he helped those he could, but he had to find his Master to reunite with her again. It would be better for them to solve their problem.

When he passed by one of the few viewports in the side corridors, the orb that had been Onderon was growing, and quite fast, for a shield ship that is. Though it would only be a few more minutes until they got to Onderon, how long would it take for the pirates to destroy the rear shields and tear the ship out from behind?

Instead, he decided that it was time to conceal himself within the Force as best as he could. He was quite glad his Master had taught him how to do it before they had gone upon this 'learning' trip. He had practiced a lot since then. It had come almost easily to him when he practically pulled his presence into his body, though not completely. It was quite evident there was a lingering Ashlan presence around.

The turbolaser blasts were becoming more frequent as the apparently multiple pirate ships continued to fire upon the port and starboard shields of the transport ship, and Antares was forced to continue on his way, just as what he thought was the ship entering the atmosphere of the planet.

It was going to be a long way down.

@[member="Kiskla Grayson"] @[member="Tamara"]
 

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As soon as the first shot struck Tamara was awake and standing. She looked outside and saw the pirates. There was panic on board amongst the passengers. Screams and urgent cries filled the air.
One person though, aside from her, was not panicking though. A dark skinned young human seemed in control. There was also something...odd about his presence, but there was no time to ponder now.

Tamara crossed to the man and laid a hand on his shoulder. "We need to get to the bridge. If they keep flying in a straight line like this we'll be wrecked before we land. Does this ship have any weapons?" He might not know, but maybe he did. Either way, it was time for action.

@[member="Antares Windu"] @[member="Kiskla Grayson"]
 
A precognitive tingle ran down her spine as she was about to take a big bite into the moist looking chocolate cake. Son of a murglak, she cursed, rising just before the first bolt was fired and a shudder reverberated through the ship's frame. That cake had looked so good, and it would go forever unloved unless she dealt with this quickly.


@[member="Antares Windu"]'s familiar voice echoed through her private channel and she didn't respond, instead, she went to the nearest window to evaluate the situation. Unlike her apprentice, she let her signature start to hum to life. People felt more secure with Jedi around, and pirates felt more scared. A serene emotion poured from her slight frame, and through the crowds. Slowly, the panic began to be replaced with reason; reason fed from the battle-seasoned Master. With frantic hostages, the pirates would be able to accomplish their objectives easier and more lives would be collateral.

The shields wouldn't hold up forever; in fact they wouldn't hold up long at all. This was a civilian transport and wasn't even armed, which was a pity. From her position, she could see the oncoming ships. Well, two from her viewpoint. She reached out and felt the presence of the life forms onboard.

Meanwhile, she reached out to find her Apprentice: only to be surprised that he couldn't be discovered beyond the physical. She looked surprised for a moment, but then she saw the back of his dark head and cut her way through the crowds toward him. A slender hand reached out and gripped his bicep to let him know she was near if he hadn't felt her. Oh! And another familiar face was talking to him too; she caught the tail end of @[member="Tamara"]’s words before stepping in with the answer;

“Nothing to outgun, unfortunately.” She grinned, nodding to the dark haired woman “Nice to see you again, despite the circumstances.

Despite being outgunned, we’re also outnumbered. There are a few security detailers onboard, but they’re likely not interested in maintaining calm — these passengers are collateral to those outsiders and it’s important they remain protected.” Kiskla had flown evasively before, but only once with more than three passengers; she wasn’t sure if this many people could handle her reckless maneuvers.

“If you make it to the bridge, I’ll do my best to maintain coverage on the entrances down here and reinforce the shields and defences.”
 

Antares

Jedi Janitor
Writer
His eyes fell upon the dark haired woman at his side, he didn't know who she was, though she was touching him, and gently, but firmly, his hand brushed it off to the side and he turned to face her completely just as he pocketed his comlink.

Sometimes he got annoyed that his Master didn't answer her comlink when he was contacting her. But that was fine because it seemed like she was a spectre who knew when she was needed and appeared and was speaking just as he opened up his mouth.

"You two kno-" He stopped himself before he could finish. There was no time for introductions, and he bowed his head to his Master, and then his dark brown eyes found Tamara and he simply said, "Antares" as if it explained everything and he was already off with a light jog towards the bridge.

His presence within the Force was still flashing on and off while he made his way to the bridge, and when he could, he spoke words of encouragement to people who were in more of a panic than anything. And then he found the door that would lead to the bridge, and placing two hands upon the door he was quiet for a moment. While in his mind he was focusing on the Force to open up the door and move the locking mechanisms.

When the door opened up and revealed the cockpit he saw the pilots hard at work. What did his Master even want him to do on the Bridge? "Continue steering the ship until you find a clearing." He said, stating the obvious. He didn't know what else to do except to release his Force Conceal, or whatever he was doing, and trying to encourage the pilots through the Force.

They had broken the atmosphere and they were moving through the clouds quite quickly, he could already see the ground. It was going to be a hard landing. His gaze finally found the woman who had come with him, Tamara. "You should find somewhere to buckle down." He said, and then his eyes found passengers still scurrying around the hallways. He brought the comlink from his pocket up to his mouth again. "Master." He said, still speaking calmly. "We're heading quite fast to the ground, towards a clearing I think. Find somewhere safe." He said before adding once more, "and..uh..I'll see you planet side." He said apparently forgetting something extremely important. It would be within the next minute they crash landed...And there were still many people to save.

@[member="Kiskla Grayson"] - @[member="Tamara"]
 

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Tamara nodded to @[member="Kiskla Grayson"]. "We're a long way from Bastion, my dear." There was no time for catching up now though. They were crashing. That was...not good.
Whilst Kiskla went to the shield controls, and @[member="Antares Windu"] headed to the cockpit, Tamara went to the power controls. Moving aside the panicking engineer she set to work trying to keep some sort of power flowing to the engines.
Feverishly she worked to inject a bit more energy into the steering systems, just pulling the transport up a couple of key degrees so that when they hit they slid along the ground rather than slamming into the earth.

The impact was horrific. She'd strapped herself in as much as she could, but the impact rattled her, slamming her head hard against the padded headrest and filling her vision with black stars.
She must of blacked out, because when she came to they had stopped, and there were sounds of screaming. Fumbling, she removed her crash webbing and stumbled upright.
"Kiskla? Antares?" she called, hoping they'd survived. Smoke was starting to fill the air from a fire further towards the back. They had to get out.
 
Unfortunately, Kiskla wasn't so fortunate and hadn't blacked out.
The entire ship shook and so did she, as she along with the security detailers scampered about making sure the passengers were all being strapped into webbing or at the very least had something to hold on to. Her soles skittered and she made random attempts to stay upright by whatever means, but her equilibrium was being thrown all over the place. For the downward spiral itself, Kiskla exerted what would have been a personal shield as a bubble around the entire ship to brace it's impact.
Too often these days was she onboard things that crashed. At least this time it wasn't into an onslaught of plasma! As they went down, a father's grip on his child was torn when the ship veered, the captain obviously turning for a barren space. The little boy floundered, and tumbled away as the ground flipped and became 90 degrees parallel and life support cut to reroute energy elsewhere. Those that weren't strapped in began to float and swim through the air like confused fish. The child was one of these, and Kiskla could feel it's terror -- the boy couldn't be more than four. She hated children, but she also hated fear that tangible. From her position, she kicked off the wall and used the momentum to cut toward the boy and curl him under her arm, back in the direction of the father who was struggling with his netting to get it undone.

"Don't," Kiskla commented above the tumult and extending her arm again so the boy could reach out to his father and curl into the proper body rather than her own "Stay strapped in. Things are going to get rougher. Both of you." No sooner said than Kiskla was pitched away by the sudden flip of gravity once more, and she skidded backwards, slamming her elbows against the floor and she hissed in pain. The ship began to twist; no doubt avoiding blaster fire while still trying to make it to the destination with some ease.
Kiskla's back slammed against one of the walls that separated the cars, and her head snapped back against the wall; smacking her skull violently. Debris fell all around her, but she maintained her hold on the cushion that surrounded the vessel like a protective bubble rather than her own personal shield. This meant fragments of metal, random bits of cutlery, luggage etcetera was all fair game.

Impact.

The frigate skidded through the mud, and squeals echoed from the passengers; each wailing in a different pitch which contributed to one big headache. With a wince, she bolstered the bubble and squirmed as a service droid toppled into her lap, beeping apologetically all the while. There was a terrible pounding behind her eyes, and she could taste blood on her tongue, and feel the air cool around a new wound on her forehead. Slowly, she pushed the droid off her and stood; the sense of danger never recoiling. The pirates would be pursuing them, unless they only fired at the transport for fun. Pressed against the wall, she gathered her senses and absorbed the situation. Passengers were unconscious for the most part, and those that were awake were sobbing or struggling with their webbing. Many had received blows and were spotted with blood, vomit and other fluids. Some had been so scared they'd made a puddle to sit in.

Faintly, over the other noises, Kiskla heard her name. Antares! Was he okay? And Tamara? She pushed forward, stumbling, and then toward the bridge where she assumed they would be since that's where they were helping. There was a blackness threatening to cloud her vision but she ignored it, until a wave of smoke rolled toward her. Oh, shoosh, that wasn't good. The scent of ozone mixed with the scent of smoke, and Kiskla's blade ignited; she pierced the structure of the ship and dragged her sword in a massive oval, giving a powerful push of The Force to make the wall fall out onto Onderon's surface. She then peeled away toward the nearest passengers, ripping their webbing with a pull of metaphysical. "Get out, and help others to as well."

@[member="Antares Windu"] would have to get the pilots out; providing they were alive. And @[member="Tamara"]? She trusted her to do the right thing. Oh, speaking to Tamara, she caught sight of the stumbling woman. "Tamara!" The Master called, disengaging her lightsaber so nobody accidentally ran into it. That would be awkward.

"Good to see you made it." The more she spoke, the more obvious the taste of metal in her mouth. Absently, she wiped her lip and the blood soaked into the black of her fabric. She looked beyond the woman to the source of the smoke, and frowned deeply. Now she moved again "Mind helping evacuation? I'll try and buy us some time." With a slight limp, Kiskla moved determinedly beyond the exile and toward the smouldering room, letting The Force begin to burn within her. She was a Master of Art of the Small, and could control the fire from the source by reaching out to it on a molecular level which would be important to
a.) Keep it from spreading and
b.) keep the ship from exploding, which would jeopardize all the citizens.

The fire wasn't hard to find. With a wave of her hand, she stepped through the door and heat curled around her, reaching out to her in hopes to consume her body and turn it to ash. She met it with a practiced manipulation, the young but talented Jedi Master extended herself to adjust the O molecules of the flames with a few more protons in favour and waved her backwards to force the flames back -- enough for the Force to know what to do. Slowly, they began to suffer from their lack of oxygen and reduce the threat posed.
 

Antares

Jedi Janitor
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He wasn't in the cockpit when the ship crashed. Instead he was out in the hallway, making sure peopel were strapped in. He was only strapped in by half when the danger sense that was gifted to him by the Force was tingling at the base of his spine with a ferocity that he thought his spine was going to tear out of his back. Though thankfully, it didn't and then the ship crashed into the clearing, skidding across the plains and his head snapped backwards into the headrest's padding just as he was slipping his hand through the straps.

Just before they hit he tried to wrap the Force around all those around him and ground them as well as he could, but that all failed when his head crashed backwards and Antares's upper row of teeth came crashing down upon his tongue, and it was sandwiched between the upper and lower teeth...And then there was only darkness.

He heard his name being called, he tasted the blood in his mouth, it even triggered in his mind that someone was shaking him. And slowly but surely, he got up and brushed his hand over the helpful twi'lek who disappeared down the corridor to where he hoped he would continue helping people. But Antares couldn't just let that citizen help people while he remained in the corridor, clueless as to what was happening.

He drew his lightsaber from his belt, he was glad to see it was still there. And he walked to one of the walls and igniting his lightsaber with a flourish, he plunged it into the thick plating of the ship. From what he could see, there was smoke coming down the hallway from the area his Master had gone to, but he had to help the people who were around him first. That's what his Master would have wanted, right?

When the oval was completed, he leaned his shoulder into it, catching his breath from the crash, and from cutting the hole in the wall, and then he leaned back and threw a force push into the wall, knocking the oval in the ship and making a hole in the ship. It flooded sunlight in and he beckoned people over to get out here. "Get out, quick!" He said, and he turned off his lightsaber, just as he saw another lightsaber beam just get swallowed by the smoke. That had to be his Master.

He started to weave his way through people who were streaming towards the holes in the walls, and he finally came upon his Master, @[member="Kiskla Grayson"], and her apparent friend, @[member="Tamara"]. He came upon them, and when he was certain it was his Master, his gaze snapped to the side to look at Tamara and he beckoned her through the hole in the wall. "She can handle it, it's time to go." He said, and when his dark brown orbs looked out the hole in the wall, he saw ships coming down to begin landing in the distance.
 

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@[member="Antares Windu"] @[member="Kiskla Grayson"]

Shaking her head to clear the double vision and the ringing in her ears, Tamara nodded to Kiskla as she went aft. Then she saw the lightsabre. "Ah..." she said to no one in particular. When Antares pulled out one too, it all made sense. This writer is assuming that Tamara didn't discover that Kiskla was a Jedi in the previous thread. Either way, she nodded, time to wonder later.

Whilst Antares cut through the hull, Tamara was helping chivvy people out. However, there was one person, a Rodian, who was stuck in place by a malfunctioning belt. Looking both ways, Tamara held out her hand and gestured. The belt snapped free, and the Rodian fled past.
When the last of the survivors were out, Tamara jumped free to the ground, looking around for Kiskla.
 

Trista Nemorra

Darkside Dominatrix
Character
The ship Trista was on had been on a direct course with the ground, hers was a nebula front frigate and had the blazen emblem painted on the wings of the ship.. the planet was not what she expected and definitely not one she would have picked to settle on but she had a job to do, she would need to disrupt the jedi's plans and would need to make quick mop up work of the republic. she was not their enemy, but definitely not their ally either and as it was she was sent on a mission of disruption, funny how it seems the pirate lord herself would be set up to disrupt the feeble forces of the republic.

As she looked out of the window of the frigate and looked to the ground she spotted her targets land and watched as they exited, her mind was calm and her emotions were in check as she was one soldier that was headed into a hot zone, she wore medium battle armor with no helmet, truth is she didn't need one. As the frigate touched the ground she looked at her men and nodded to them, there were a whole platoon of them ready for action. her blond locks were over one shoulder with her bangs hanging over her face, she wore nylon-mesh pants with armor over her shirt and combat boots that had 6" heels on them. on her hips she wore two westar 35's and on her wrists were two plasma wristcasters for shooting fire at her opponents, she wore a combat knife and had extra ammo on her.. she was ready and equipped for war.

As she walked toward the ramp it lowered and she waited for several units of her own troops to advance first, they had a long trek ahead of them before the forces would meet but as it was she was ready and waiting to draw blood on enemy forces.
@[member="Tamara"] @[member="Antares Windu"] @[member="Kiskla Grayson"]
 
What
enemy forces. These are civilians.

The fire receded with little objection to her work; these were not the first fires to be doused by her extension. As the flames recoiled, the damage evidenced itself. Drips of what had been metal made a strange silvery pool along the floor, and pipes curled randomly from the heat. This ship would not be flying anytime soon.

With a final curl of her fingertips into her palms, the flames extinguished and Kiskla clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth. The feeling of impending danger was not going away; in fact, it had grown. Which meant the pirates had followed the transport to the surface, much to her chagrin. With a cough from the leftover smoke, the Jedi Master exited where the fire had been burning and into the shuttle's hull, where civilians were still filing out. At least they were calmer now because technically they'd made it to their destination. Soot clung to her black fabric, and the hem of her cloak was charred. Blood also stuck against her blonde hairline and lip, despite her having wiped it earlier.

As soon as she stepped onto Onderon's surface, her senses were alert again. The passengers were swarming and gathering in groups, talking anxiously amongst themselves. The crew had formed a huddle as well, no doubt trying to figure out what to do.
There was a city nearby, they'd have to get there and find either a communication channel, or a transport big enough for all these people. Her light eyes looked over their heads to seek the tall frame of her Padawan. Aha! And conveniently, Tamara was there too. She cut through the crowd, quite a few murmuring as she passed by. Their eyes trailed her as she reached the duo. Ehmigawd she'd had a lightsabre.

"Okay," Kiskla breathed, normally for the first time after all that excitement. "Let's get these people to the nearest epicentre. At least get them moving." Her light eyes flicked upward to the skies of oncoming ships. "They're too much of a target here. If they're pirates, they probably just want whatever's of value. They probably won't attack a city as structured as Onderon's; that'd be picking a battle with The Republic." And galaxy knows how quickly the Republic reacted to battles!

@[member="Antares Windu"] | @[member="Tamara"] | @[member="Trista Nemorra"]
 

Antares

Jedi Janitor
Writer
He sensed his Master's presence growing closer and he looked over to her as she weaved through the crowd's. He inclined his head to the Jedi Master and he looked at Tamara side long. He pointed off into the distance towards the closest pirate ship that was landing within the distance. "The pirates are already here." He said and he looked around. "Which direction do they go?" He asked, looking towards his Master. He definitely didn't know where to go, it was his first time upon Onderon and too be honest, he had only really come to search for ultrachrome.

He felt the presence of malevolence and necessity to destroy slowly growing closer. He itched to head towards it himself. He knew his Master knew what he was feeling and he turned his head to look at his Master again. She would have to confirm it for him to go. "I am certain there is a temple in that direction." He said with a sly grin. "It is why we came right?" He said, the grin only spreading across his features when he nodded his head to the direction of the pirates. He could only hope there was raw ultrachrome somewhere on this planet.

@[member="Kiskla Grayson"] - @[member="Tamara"] - @[member="Trista Nemorra"]
 
Kiskla couldn't tell whether or not her face betrayed her horror in her Padawan. There was a mass of people, rather defenceless, congregated here and he wanted to find the ultrachrome?

She frowned briefly. Yes, the pirates were coming but that just gave more reason to herd the civilians.

"Antares." Kiskla began, trying to refrain from outright scolding and more into a pedagogical path. Being a teacher could be so trying at times! Especially when she too, had an inkling to go to the threat. He was earnest and young, but his selfishness threatened her wildfire temper.

Then she remembered Master Marclonus' kind teaching and decided it was better to go that route.

"Defence comes first. There's been a hitch in the original plan." Obviously.
"It's your duty as a protector to defend these civilians and assist them to the nearest point of civilization where they can arrange a transport back to Coruscant; or get them where they wanted.

This situation is an anomolie for most. Use your calmness in the face of now to the benefit of others." She shook her head slightly, and dusted some ash from her shoulders.

She hadn't anything more to say. Let the Padawan draw his own conclusions. Once this mess was settled, then they could continue the original endeavour for the ultrachrome. Until then, she turned to rendezvous with the bruised captain and instruct them to navigate east to the capital.

Once the group was on their way with the security details, and clearly marked as citizens of The Republic, then the Jedi could deal with the threat and discourage them from pursuing the unarmed.

Slowly, the huddles bustled from their positions, flanked by the security to leave Antares and Tamara behind, which Kiskla rejoined.

"Tamara, you're welcome to join us or go with the captain and crew. But we've got to keep these pirates at bay."


@[member="Tamara"] | @[member="Antares Windu"] | @[member="Trista Nemorra"]
 

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@[member="Kiskla Grayson"] @[member="Antares Windu"] @[member="Trista Nemorra"]

Tamara watched as the Jedi Master gently reproached her student. Ultrachrome? Interesting, yet not very relevant right now.
Kiskla was giving her the option to leave with the civilians. There would be no shame in that. These two were Jedi! They were supposed to take vast and dangerous risks in the cause of justice and order! Besides, she might well be able to help more by guiding and protecting the survivors to safety. It wasn’t her job to fight pirates. She didn’t like fighting…and she didn’t even have a weapon!
Yes, she should go and help the civilians….

But she didn’t. Unfortunately Tamara was cursed with a conscience and a light sided alignment which meant that keeping herself safe from harm whilst the two Jedi fought an army was impossible.

She took a deep breath. “No, I’m staying. Not sure how much use I’ll be. I’m unarmed.” Of course, just because she had no physical weapons did not mean she was helpless. She had the Force, something neither of the two Jedi realised yet. It might well be a surprise to all.
 
Kiskla liked Tamara, that's why she was dismayed when she volunteered her time to stave off the pirates. Hopefully the dark haired woman had some surprised up her sleeve even if she didn't have weapons. They were both private people, so she wouldn't be surprised if there was so be something extraordinary about to happen.

She nodded, but didn't say anything. She just turned her heel and walked in the direction the pirates' ship had settled. Beneath her draped fabrics she was armed. Two lightsabers were strapped to her thighs, and two more against her lower back. Other than that, she needed little else other than The Force, which was a bountiful asset.

@[member="Tamara"] | @[member="Antares Windu"] | @[member="Trista Nemorra"]
 

Trista Nemorra

Darkside Dominatrix
Character
The ships touched down and she made her way down the ramp with one platoon of soldiers to get the job done, it would be a long walk but one that would be needed and one that would determine a new source for the pirate lord... reports this world had a resource on it and thats what the jedi were after.

Walking down the ramp and out to the open she smirked as she put on her sun glasses and looked to her own that were equipped with grenades and heavy weaponry made for hunting and killing force users, they might have been pirates but they werent dumb and Trista would see to it that these pubs were dealt with. As they checked their weaponry she made sure to check her own and then began to march onward toward the small group of republic bozos.

@[member="Kiskla Grayson"] @[member="Tamara"] @[member="Antares Windu"]
 

Antares

Jedi Janitor
Writer
He remained unmoving when his Master decided to berate him, and then do the exact thing he wanted to do. Hold off the pirates. Yes he wanted the ultrachrome, but there were still quite a few panicked people around him, and they were obviously top priority. He wouldn't question her words though. It was quite clear that it wouldn't help any of them in the situation.

Maybe later.

Antares looked to the two women and nodded his head to the both of them, before he turned and walked away to begin ushering people to the east. Towards civilization. But those were only the people in the way of where the pirates were coming from, if he had the time he would have spoken to all of them. Okay, maybe most of them.

While he spoke to them and helped them on their way, he was trying to boost their confidence and remove their fear just with the presence of the light side of the Force, and well placed words. He could only hope that he had helped enough as he stopped at the edge of the crowds, and there was no one else in front of him to encourage. They were already moving to the east. It was time to move.

@[member="Kiskla Grayson"] - @[member="Tamara"] - @[member="Trista Nemorra"]
 

Trista Nemorra

Darkside Dominatrix
Character
Trista walked with her troops toward where the jedi and their peoples were, she had a lot of fire power with her and would not be persuaded to do anything but murder some jedi for even being in her sights and as it was she was no ordinary pirate.

As they marched they held to their designation of insurgents and would make no mention of trista being a secret sith apprentice, funny how it seems thing change in the course of only a few weeks.. yet she also now hungered for the death of many and the total obliteration of the lightside like any normal sith would. Funny thing is they wont know she is of the darkside unless their senses are well honed and mastered beyond belief.
@[member="Antares Windu"] @[member="Kiskla Grayson"] @[member="Tamara"]
 
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