Objective 1: Meet with the Chief Security Officer of Hanna City, Dalen Myrhold and Protect the city from terrorist attacks.
Location: Hanna City, Primary Space Port
In Vicinity: [member="Kahne Porte"] | [member="Zonia Kalranoos"] | [member="Armis Vindex"]
A slim,
uniformed man stood at the main lobby of the spaceport, just outside the arrivals section. He had been instructed to watch for a Jedi. The man had never met a Jedi before, much less seen one. While he'd heard stories growing up and seen small holo-vids, he'd never met one in the flesh. His exceptionally straight posture only amplified the slim cut uniform he wore, identifying himself as a member of the Hanna City Defence Force commonly called the HCDF. He watched nervously.
Dalen Myrhold, the Chief of the defense force had tasked him with greeting the Jedi and his entourage as they arrived. Upon their arrival, they were to be whisked off to the Capital Rotunda, where the Chief would await their arrival. As it appeared, there had been more aboard that prison transport and somehow they'd been dropped off in various parts of the city, running wild through the streets and as such, he was unable to meet them personally. After standing around for a bit, he nervously rested his hand on the small blaster pistol attached to a dress uniform belt wrapped around his waist. Looking out towards the main entry from the loading docks and ports, his eyes locked on a relatively tall man, an R2 unit wheeling along next to him. Behind those two were a cadre of what appeared to be soldiers, their blaster rifles substantially heavier gear than he had ever handled. Nervously he approached, his dress shoes clicking along the floor.
"Excuse me, gentlemen." He looked down to the droid as well.
"Security Officer Davos, Hanna City Defence Force." The man introduced himself, extending his hand towards the brown haired man.
"I've no doubt you'll want to head to the Capital Rotunda right away? You'll also want to know, it appears that prisoners from the liberated prison ship have beset upon the city. Last reports state they appear headed to the capitol but they've been taking their time, inciting terror on the streets." He fingered his blaster nervously.
"I should hope we don't run into any on the way back to the capitol, the fastest way would be to cut through the market. If you have no questions, follow me, I can also answer questions as we walk, time is of the essence."
Sharply the man turned on his heel and at a brisk pace began heading towards the entrance of the spaceport. As he walked, his eyes scanned the entrance. It was likely they'd soon put the spaceport on lock-down, no telling where the terrorists might decide to hit. They'd already apparently found transportation from wherever the prison ship was in orbit down to the surface. It worried Officer Davos, but he began to feel more comfortable as he remembered that a Jedi had come to help them. He again spoke as they exited the spaceport, cutting towards the market and the fastest way to the rotunda. It could be seen in the distance, a golden spire upon it's top, just visible above the clutter of buildings.
"If there are any questions, I can try to answer, but no doubt Chief Myrhold will have the latest information. We have a very good command center at the capitol."
In the market ahead, people had begun to filter out of the streets, a large plume of smoke rising in the distance from the opposite side of Hanna City. It appeared the escaped convicts had begun their conquest in earnest. Several of the shopkeepers had gazed nervously at the plume for a moment before swiftly closing up their stalls and gathering their belongings. The number of people in the streets quickly began to diminish, the market still open, but most had fled, returning to the relative safety of their homes and a locked door.
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Objective 2: Rescue and Capture the hostages and the Self Proclamed, Darth Skuggsa from the Crystal Canyons.
Location: Chandrila Terrain, Caverns of the Crystal Canyons
In Vicinity: [member="Lilin Imperieuse"] | [member="Tiland Kortun"]
Weak. Pathetic. Sorry. This is what
Darth Skuggsa saw when he looked at the souls he'd captured. He spit on the ground as they passed him in the wide cavern. His piercing hazel eyes hinted of orange, his gaze descending on them. They were not worthy... but they would have to do. It was such a difficult thing to do at times, find worthy sacrifices... but... blood was blood. Two hooded initiates, the
Sith's dual apprentices, led the bound
hostages through the caves. The path they chose led downward slightly, deeper into the rock and granite of the
Crystal Canyons. As they led them deeper, the walls began to shine as garnets and other precious rocks poked out of the natural stone walls. A loud noise... a static hiss could be heard coming from deeper within. The small group had been descending for near an hour now, the way lit by small torches and luminescent fungi growing along the walls. The Canyons were a deep network of caves, tunnels, and underground canyons, the largest of these was in fact very close to the burial site of third Barsen'thor of the Jedi Order. It was akin to a holy place.
As they continued, the cavern began to open up into a great crack in the earth, a giant crevasse seemingly hacked out beneath the earth. Several rope and wooden bridges spanning the great divide. As they approached the flat shelf of the enormous cavern they held up for a moment, allowing the prisoners to catch their breath.
Darth Skuggsa brought up the rear, his deep fiery orange hair contrasting with the black robes he wore. As he quickly walked to the precipice, his hand drifted to his lightsaber hilt, clipped to the wide leather belt beneath his robes. The
hilt was elegant, a curved design, fashioned of blackened materials giving it a decidedly sinister look. He brushed it aside and began the trek across the bridge, motioning to his two initiates.
"Now. We must continue."
With a small shove and prod, the bound captives continued, lining up single file as they prepared to cross the deep abyss below. The rope bridge swayed with
Darth Skuggsa's weight, the ropes and boards creaking as he made his way across, fearful looks were exchanged by the hostages as they were forced forward onto it. Soon they would arrive in the chamber. From there, he could finish preparing the ritual. He had been preparing for months, and now he was almost there. He
would create the force nexus... he
would consume it's power.. and then he'd be unstoppable. First however... he had to get these hostages across... the ritual prepared. He snarled slightly as he felt a disturbance... distant, but there nonetheless. Jedi. He could feel them above, on the surface of the planet perhaps. If there were Jedi... he would need to accelerate his plans. He had no more time for revelry, he must get them to the other side. At this rate it would take a few more minutes to get them across. No Jedi he'd ever met would be able to prevent that, however if they were to disrupt the ritual... it could make creating the force nexus impossible.
"Hurry yourselves." He beckoned towards his initiates, urging them forward. The ritual would be lengthy, and they would need to begin. Soon.
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Objective 4: Prevent/Protect/Capture further chaos in the City of Hanna City by any means, including the capture of Galdur Smok who coordinates the terrorist ground forces.
Location: Outskirts of Hanna City, Chandrila. Agricultural Facility #1, Agri-Corp Main Production Facility
In Vicinity: [member="Kira Vaal"] | [member="Ugohr Poof"]
A scream filled the lobby of the admin building, a sharp crack resounding as the elder man's head hit the marble floor. The man's eyes jerked open, his mouth widening as if to shout.. and then he slumped, his eyes rolling into the back of his head. Above him, a bug eyed human male hovered, a large crowbar in his hands. He spit on the man, turning away as a small pool of blood began to form where the his head had hit the floor. A woman next to the fallen man made as if to scream again but then plugging her open mouth, the barrel of
Galdur Smok's slug-thrower was there, muting the sound. Her eyes widened in terror, looking up at him.
"Now dear, we can't have any of that can we."
He motioned for one of the other convicts, a half smile on his lips.
"Gag this one, can't have her screaming and shouting like that." He motioned to another, this one carrying an electrical stun baton.
"Go, make sure those explosives are set up on the heavy machinery out back. Take two with you."
The convict grunted, taking two reedy looking other with him as they exited the rear of the building, the explosives from the duffel bags taken with them. This wasn't about money, this was about power. Chandrila had become one of the largest agricultural symbols in the entire sector and if
Galdur Smok wanted to be taken seriously, he needed to make them realize that he and he alone had the power to bring them to their knees. Sure there was that matter of the "Sith Lord" who'd freed them in the first place, but as far as he knew, the Sith would leave Chandrila once he'd created his "Nexus" or whatever it was. Entering the front of the building, a tall and scrawny looking convict waltzed in, a nasty knife in his hands.
"Hey boss, it looks like we've got someone watching us from out there." He paused, pointing outwards towards where he though he'd seen some movement.
"Trask's group reported in too, they're rattling some cages over in Hanna City, you can see the smoke plume from here!" His voice rose at the end, the excitement dripping from his half open mouth.
Galdur grinned, his teeth showing. Good. They'd gotten
someone's attention. He turned, removing the small comm device from his belt. Taking a moment he conversed with two other distinct voices before turning around to face the lanky convict.
"The other groups have reported success at the other facilities. Once we get this one here rigged up, we'll be in position to send our demands. Go back out to the ship, let the Sith know what's going on, and update Zegg while you're at it."
The knife wielding convict bowed dramatically, grinning as he turned and headed out the front door. He turned, heading towards the shuttle. He would likely be in clear view for a matter of thirty seconds as he traversed from the front entry to the hatch of the shuttle.
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Objective A: Seek and Destroy the terrorist crewed prison ship commanded by Zegg Brimhold.
Location: Just outside the orbit of Chandrila, inside a loose field of large asteroids.
In Vicinity: [member="Alexandra Russo"] | [member="Asmus Janes"] | [member="Cal Sedaire"] | [member="Vale Endriss"] | [member="Choli Vyn"] | Rogue Squadron & Galactic Alliance
Aboard the
Kiltirin-class Duncgeon Ship,
Zegg Brimhold had been busy. Despite the lack of weaponry, they'd been able to free the armory of it's cargo, blaster rifles, stun sticks, and batons as well as some basic guard armor had been distributed among the crew. He'd quickly gotten the most qualified pilots into the snub fighters in the modified ship's small hangar bay, some stripped down Z-95 Headhunter's all prepped for defending the craft. They'd been stripped of any hyper-drives, instead replacing the empty space with additional thrust capabilities. The Z-95's had been outfitted to be nimble, more maneuverable than any craft they might encounter except for some of the smallest interceptor craft, relying more on their speed and maneuverability than their armor. Currently, they were hiding among the large asteroids, scanning for ships that might enter the system. For a moment there was a blip on their targeting systems, a small electronic signature but before they could even look, it was gone. Shrugging it off, they held their position. They weren't a trained team of combat pilots, but they'd put up a decent fight on their own, some of them had been fighter jockey's before they'd resorted to crime, a few even claiming to have flown with the rank and file as part of the Alliance. Strange how times changed.
Zegg Brimhold commanded the flight deck, coordinating transmissions to the surface and his flight team. He laid in wait, constantly checking his monitors. The asteroids still interfered with most of the sensor readings, but it almost looked as if a cohesive group of signals was beginning to form a ways off the asteroid field. He grinned, pressing a button on the console in front of him.
"Bogey's inbound, keep your eyes open out there."
A cluster of affirmatives and "Got it"'s sounded over the comm. In a rag-tag fashion, the Z-95's formed a loose formation, flying a pattern between the asteroids, signals appearing on their targeting systems a ways off yet. Grinning, their leader who had been designated "Victor One" led the formation, seven others loosely forming a V behind him. Their squadron consisted of 8, but these fighter jockey's had no desire to return to captivity, it wasn't a cause they were fighting for, it was their freedom.
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Objective A & B:
A. Seek and Destroy the terrorist crewed prison ship commanded by Zegg Brimhold.
B. Be Vigilant A Sith interdiction fleet has been detected en route to Chandrila.
Location: Open Space near the orbit of Chandrila
Allies: Asmus Janes | Alexandra Russo | Choli Vyn
Vale had been chomping at the bit for a flight mission. It wasn't that he really wanted to put himself in danger, but he was itching for the chance to get back in the cockpit. This was one of the first real missions he'd been on, at least where he wasn't running as a backup. He grinned, preferring to fly manual over his R-unit. Something about the feel of a solid stick between your knees and the light touch of the controls to really get the ship responding consumed him. Pulling back lightly on the stick, he positioned himself off of Rogue 1's starboard foils.
:: Rogue 8, in position. ::
He kept it short and brief. Already he could tell Rogue 1 wasn't one for idle radio chatter. There was a time for jokes and fun, but more often than not it could be distracting if interjected at the wrong time. He carefully looked out of his cockpit, eyes locking onto a mass of asteroids in the distance. Keeping aware of his surroundings, he input a few commands into his console accompanied by a few beeps and woops from his droid companion.
"Yeah yeah, I know. I'm watching where I'm going." He grinned. He and his R8 unit had a rough start, but they were beginning to grow accustomed to each other and Vale had to admit, he kind of liked the little guy. He hadn't been too sure at first, almost requesting a different one but he stayed the course, and he was happy for it. R8 might be a little resentful at times, but he always did his best to look out for the new Rogue pilot.
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