Skirmish THE BANNERLESS | Jedi Raid of TSC Held Tython

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Tython, Objective II
Tags: Teev

NK-Witell-class Freighter, 0A-155, Songbird (lightsaber), Vibrosword
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"Foo?"

Oh, right... Jawaese. Did her universal translator implant even have that in there? A quick internal check quickly determined that the answer was no. She did not. That was going to make communication far more difficult, so she defaulted to the hand signs of the Tusken people alongside her spoken words, hoping the Jawa may know a few of the signs from their homeland... if they were even a Tatooine Jawa.

"You carry something that causes suffering," she spoke in a cold, direct tone. "I would like to offer you an ultimatum."

Fighting was possible, but Seven had grown rather tired of the whole heartless trade of taking life and such. She desired a different outcome. Perhaps he could be bartered with. After all, Jawas were business oriented.

"You seem to be capable of causing my allies and my enemies great pain alike," the former assassin stated. "If you stand to harm my allies I will be forced to act appropriately to address such a threat. I would, however, like to suggest an exchange of equivalent value. I would like to see that harm be wielded upon the Sith."

And if not, she was about to have a battle she was certain she would never forget.

 

[Lohī]

Tythin, Objective II
Tags: Lestra Thairk

Paperfolk​

"Don't worry about me," Lohī insisted with an airy laugh and a wave of her hand. "You're the one who's taken a blaster bolt. We'll be sure to get you assessed back on the Grafted into Stone."

Padawans were curious things. Some were so eager to ignore pain and keep trucking. Then again, perhaps that is what made good Jedi. Lohī didn't experience much 'youth' on account of her 50 year long development period. They were certainly spirited.

The Paperfolk turned and gently urged the doors of the armory open with the Force, stepping in to take in all that had been stashed away in this place. Guns, vibroswords, explosives, the whole nine yards. Lohī didn't much care for the more advanced weapons folks seemed to use, but they were interesting to look at. Almost artistic, in a strange way, though more absurdist to her gaze.

"They have quite the collection," she mused, her tail swaying behind her. "I'm no good with technology I'm afraid. Wildly inexperienced unfortunately. Have an idea of which is the most volatile? We'd surely want to remove that first. I just can't make heads and tails of all of these things."

They all just look cut from the same chaotic cloth to her.

 

[Dynamis "Dynas" Ultra]

TYTHON​

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Dynas kept silent for much of the exchange, sighing only when the prospect of verbal negotiations broke down with their oppositions opening strike. There was restraint he sensed within the strike, from how the presence shifted in the force and the tremors he felt in the air.

"Interesting. Allow me." Dynas hummed as he attuned himself with the force, a harmonic tone resounding as he made ripples within the Force. He radiated a slowly growing aura that bolstered Connel's prowess, with the intent to reduce their opposition's.

His presence in the force now was unmistakable, a beacon of light that poured from Connel's pouch.

"Should the need arise. I have marked the location of the next objecti...I mean the location of where my suit will drop. I hope we do not resort to it, but I will provide a more physical presence if needed. All you need do is jam me into the center port once we reach it."

He pinged the coordinates, displaying a map on Connel's HUD, a splashing sound effect followed with a caricature of Dynas marking the location, just on the fringes of the hangar's mouth, where an orbital drop may reach.

ALLIES: Connel Vanagor
FOES: Acier Moonbound Arris Windrun
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