The Beacons Are Lit ( Galactic Alliance Dominion of Chandrila & Botor )

[Arage Bao]

Location: Chandrila
Allies: [member="Alesia Rivas"]
Objective: Sneaky Business
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[4/35]

"kay, let's." She wasn't in a hurry, this wasn't a booster-high, there was no feeling of rush or anxiety running rampant. Just the clear-cut clarity of what to do and how to do it, just the precision of seeing every little flaw and detail whenever she stopped to look, it was great and it made her feel more alive than ever before.

Tegan wasn't about to take point at this job, though.

There were two souls in this Galaxy, those who wanted to take charge and those who wanted to stay alive - at least in her book and at this point in time it seemed like Aly was the former and she... well, she was most definitely the latter.

"Lead the way, Braveheart, right behind ya."

A shudder ran through the ship as the automated docking protocols took root. They had been in transit for the past thirty minutes and only just managed to dock on the landing pad of the main starport of the capital of Chandrila.

There was a thriving black market around these parts- years of being isolated and neutralish in the galactic affairs made sure that the rogues and blackguard of the Galaxy had a solidified presence here. Word had it the Exchange had some operation around here, but that was less relevant... the Exchange was everywhere these days, one way or another.

They exited the ship and Tegan was immediately hit with the spatial awareness of everything going around. Hanna City wasn't all that big compared to Coruscant... but she had never used Alpha Red while in the capital of the Galaxy either.

"So what's this about the Crystal Caverns?" She'd briefly read through the reports; smuggler ring taking advantage of Chandrila's instability, breaking open the Crystal Caverns, something about a Tomb of a Barsen'thor - whatever that meant.

 

[Logen Brunner]

Location: Prison Ship
Objective: Escape and stay alive
Allies: [member="Zonia Kalranoos"] [member="Alexandra Russo"] [member="Gideon Raith"]
Enemies: Zegg and company
Post: 4/20

Thoughts of escape raced through the smuggler's mind as he desperately tried to get his bearings. Thing about a Prison ship was that it was built like a prison. The innards were a maddening maze of corridors and rooms, twisting here and there making departure that much more difficult, with no layout maps anywhere to be seen. It was by design, in case of a prisoner escape, the guards would have home field advantage while the escapee ran around like a mouse caught in the trap. The sound multiple boots hitting the durasteel floor forced the loose Corellian to tuck away in a side room, back pressed hard against the wall while he ducked behind a storage contain and blaster at the ready. His heart paced as the horde of pirates rushed, the foot fall sounded like thunder to Logen's active awareness, his heart matching the inbound storm. His brain already thinking that these outlaw soldiers had zeroed in on his location and were tightening the noose on their prisoner. Maybe Zegg's men had notice his daring escape after all.

Their approach came closer, he could hear their voices and the clanging of assorted gear and weapons. Logen sighed, So bit....... Lets see how many of em I can make die!. He always new he had avoided death far to long, there was a vacancy in hell that had his name written all over it. One thing was for certain, he wasn't going to go without a fight. He took a few deep breaths and lifted himself up from behind the cargo crate. The DL-44 heavy blaster aimed at the doorway and his finger itching to unleash death. Lets do it!!!

The pirates rushed past his doorway, not even one taking a peep inside the storage area. Logen, stood their confused and relieved at the same time. His heart pounded like a tap dancing rancor, he had just made right with himself that this was it. It was a mix feeling, like a great sigh of relief combined with disappointment. "huh...." Was all that escaped his mouth. He inched around the crate and to the door leading out towards the corridor.

His thought process went from death and the last stand to escape again. He still not on his host's radar so that was clear evidence that there was far bigger fish to fry in this chaos then a lone indebted smuggler. "How the fek do I get out of here?" Logen hissed.

That was when he heard a familiar voice coming from the door at the end of the hallway. "Zegg!" The Corellian licked his lips for revenge. He strolled towards the door, it was obvious the Outlaw boss had company, he could hear a female voice with in. Quick assumption was that Zegg was entertaining her, just not in the good romantic way. There was a horrific scream from the female inside. Logen had to ignore the instinct to rush in, the girl was not his responsibility...... he was no hero. Zegg was the target and that was all that was on his mind.

Logen activated the door, and with in this chamber one could only describe the scene as Fifty Shades of Grey was written by a sex demon named G.R Martin. He could see the under dressed woman dangling from the roof, supported by chains and blood pouring out from between her legs. It was a gruesome scene, yet his glacier blue hues had locked in on the figure of Zegg Brimhold. The pirate Lord turned with bloodied curved blade still in hand. The look on his face was confusion as his brain tried to process how this birdy got free from his cage. Fear would of came next if Logen had given the bastard the chance. But that wasn't his style, he was a shoot first type of man and Zegg got to find that out the hard way. A laser bolt ripped into his chest cavity, center mass. He dropped backwards, stumbling onto a couch with the look of confusion still pressed on his face.

"Logen, you.... bastard!' The fatally wounded Zegg growled.

" Is that all you got Zegg?" Logen retorted back walking towards his downed prey.

"Fek......yoo!"

"Know what?" The corellian raised his pistol towards Zegg's head, his husky voice echoing in the room "You really are shite at dying" and with that he squeezed letting another bolt escape the barrel of his DL-44 heavy blaster pistol. The laser entered the Pirate's frontal lobe and out the back of his skull.

Logen turned on his heels towards the door, bound on his quest for escape. He was stopped dead in his track as he heard he weak breath of the suspended and shackled woman. She was alive. The smuggler took a step towards the exit, his mind struggling just to leave her for she was not his problem. but he was stopped in his track, seemed he did have a conscience after all. He turned towards her, his eyes quickly glancing at the elaborate restraint system and looking for a release to lower her to the ground. Didn't take him long and moments later he had the poor woman on the ground.

"Stay with me Little Bird!"

Logen located the bleeding, Zegg had cut her femoral artery that was located in the crease close to her groin. Exsanguination happens fairly quick with such a wound and from the looks of her and the pool of blood that had already escaped, was she was in a extremely dire situation. By no means Logen was a doctor, but he had seen his fair share of combat and new his way around field dressing the wounded. Now usually direct pressure would work here, and it would if Logen new if there was help coming. Problem was, he did not know if or when that was going to happen and she had already lost way to much blood.

"Sorry, this is going to hurt!' He informed the unconscious form of Zonia, his fingers digging deep into the wound. Seemed that Luck was on her side this day, for this was a huge risk. Logen had quickly found the severed artery and had gripped the upper tip of the vein as hard as he could to stop the bleeding. "Hahahahahaha, got it!" He cheered. Then it dawned on him. What was he to do now? His fingers were inside this woman clamping on to a bleeding artery while their world around them was a war zone and they were behind enemy lines.

"Now what?"

He could not scream for help or that would bring possible unwanted guests. And he could not release his grip for she would certainly die. She more then likely would die from shock..... but one battle at a time here. "think.... think!!"

 

[Alesia Rivas]

[ 15 ]
Sneaky Business

"I've no idea what's with the Caverns," Alesia said as the two exited the ship, taking in the sudden change in environment and atmosphere. This place was amazing when compared to the Jedi Temple and other places she had had missions on lately. "Not our problem, though."

She started looking around for what they had been promised -- a speeder that would take them to their mission location, aka the location in which the criminals and the Sith had last been seen. She had to note that she was not at all used to such city life and it took her some time to get used to the business all around.

Of course, that meant she couldn't notice a speeder right away.

"If ya see an Alliance speeder, that's ours."

Because she seriously couldn't locate one.

So while she was looking around, she also tried her best to quickly remind herself of the whole mission. So, they had to spy on the people, then had to wait for the right moment, then get into the warehouse, grab the stuff these criminals stole, and then get out. Additionally, tear some people apart and steal stuff form them.

Sounded much like Alesia.

Oh, there the speeder was, just right around the corner. Why the kark had she not seen it?

[ [member="Tegan Katarn"] ]

 

[Zonia Kalranoos]

Location: Prison ship
Objective: Preferably not to die
Allies: [member="Gideon Raith"] [member="Logen Brunner"]
Enemies: Time
[5/20]

"We need to talk, Zony." Mihha pleaded as he wiped the dirt from his face. His light blue eyes were in stark contrast with the grime adhering to his face after a long day spent in the mine. He looked especially tired today, as if carrying weight of the world on his broad shoulders. Zonia stopped scribbling her homework into her datapad and raised her gaze to glance at her father as he sat down next to her by the kitchen table. Evening like any other, one would assume, with mother working long hours in the bar.

"Hey paps!" she greeted and set her pen aside, closing the book she was cross-referencing - "What's up?"
The cheer in her voice was extinguished when she saw her father's face; a mixture of anger and sorrow.
"Mamma will not be coming home tonight." he stated.
"Oh, is she staying with auntie again?"
"No."
Zonia quirked a brow, quite puzzeled with recent developments.
"But she is coming tomorrow, right?" she asked.
"No."
Mihha rose from the table and reached for the cabinet, pulling out an unopened bottle of whiskey.
"What about the day after tomorrow?" Zonia inquired again. Her father made his way to the doorway and slipped into the living room, with enough alchocol to knock himself unconscious.

"No."

Dark eyes opened as Kalranoos regained consciousness, floating between life and death. She saw a man of coarse features holding her, yet she felt nothing but a cold sensation, as if buried in a pile of snow. Exsanguination decreased one's temperature, as body was slowly starved of oxygen and nutrients. With last atoms of strength, Zonia looked up, directly into man's eyes.
"You...need...to...leave." she half-whispered, her voice raspy - "They'll blast...this...gorram ship...out of the sssky."
Her bloodied finger grazed the front side of Logen's leather jacket.
"Go... I'll be..fffine."

 

[Arieth zh'Vranthi]

Objective 4: Prevent/Protect/Capture further chaos in the City of Hanna City by any means, including the capture of Galdur Smokwho coordinates the terrorist ground forces.
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"We have forces moving forward with a stealth mission to extract the Ambassador." an Alliance officer relayed to Areith. The redhead official gave a nod.

"Good. I want as many updates as possible." she swung that sharp green gaze over to the Bothan Field Marshal at her side. "As soon as the navy breaks through that blockade, ensure that we move swiftly to secure Hanna City." she stated, her voice stern.

"Keep the terrorist talking...we will need to buy time for Ambassador Kalranoos."

 

[Choli Vyn]

Location: Chandrila system near asteroid cluster
Objective: Seek and destroy Blockade!
Allies: GA/Rogue Squadron
Enemies: NPC Blockade
Updated Sitrep: One Flight/Leader - Alexandra Russo 1, Choli Vyn 7, Vale Endriss 8 ; Two Flight/Leader - Asmus Janes 9; @ Devyn Lynton 17, & Cal Sedaire 19 (temporary ID)
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Another burst of explosions as another enemy fighter blew up into tiny pieces. R4-D gave a victory hoot, followed by a loud chirp. Around them, the rest of Rogue Squadron was doing their best to cut through that blockade. Choli jittered, cutting through to loop back around.

She swung her attention portside. If they could just get the main ship, perhaps they'll be able to allow an entry point for the Alliance. A small beep,beep,beep of warning from her sensors told her that she was being targeted.

" Arr-Four, swing shields aft." she told him, fingers flexing on the yoke. With a grimace, she jittered some more, trying to avoid the stream of laser fire.

R4 was not amused.

"Doing my best here!"

 

[Audren Sykes]

Objective: 1) Protect the city from terrorist attacks.
Location: Hana City - Near Precinct 2
Allies Involved: [member="Armis Vindex"] | [member="Kahne Porte"] | [member="Vale Endriss"]
Post: 3

As he headed further into the city, Audren found himself getting closer to the plume of smoke. Near it, he sensed a few people with the cool, detached professionalism he generally associated with veteran emergency crews on-scene. There was much more panic though, and the occasional blaster shot. Yet there were shots coming from the other direction as well. If he'd been on the side of the criminals and wanted to do damage or take over a manned station, creating a distraction would be a great place to start. Which meant, if his supposition was right, that one direction had a lot of potential help while the other needed the most.

It came down to helping those who could help others or helping those who needed help. An unenviable decision to his thinking, but one that was needed. With a slight grimace, he made his decision. The smell of smoke started to grow stronger as he approached the burning building. Rushing in would be stupid, especially with the sporadic shots coming from around. So he stopped at a corner, close enough to see but hopefully not be spotted. There were three vehicles that he could see: two fire, one medical, one security. Though there was evidence of blasts on each of them, there were no bodies visible. Yet that also meant there was nobody working to contain the fire. And it became clearer why, as in the next few seconds two shots burned marks into a speeder. One shot was returned, so clearly at least one of the Security officers was still alive and pinned down.

In a situation like this, just a single Jedi in the right spot could make a tremendous difference. Audren was willing, but he had to find that spot first. So instead of merely walking in with lightsaber glowing at his side, he began circling around the block. If he could figure out where the blasts were coming from, he could put a stop to them and allow the officers and responders to do their jobs. If there was more than one origin it would be a bit more difficult, a bit more time consuming, but he highly doubted these criminals had the coordination of soldiers. Chances were good that he could pick them off one by one.

 

[LT-137]

Primary Objective: Locate and Retrieve Captured Alliance Personnel​

Secondary Objective: Seek and Destroy.​

Allies: The Galactic Alliance.​

Enemies: Chandrillan Radicals.​

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A thunderous chorus of boiled leather boots struck against the iron grating of the deck, filling the fluted corridors of the Dungeon Ship with the sound of life and vitality, previously denied under the reign of its former masters. They surged through the labyrinthine hallways, flocking towards the distant Hangar Bay in the vain hopes of repelling those that had forcefully battered their way into their new void-bound home. Each prisoner, drawn from the ranks of those that hated the Alliance most, were clad in pilfered scraps of armor stolen from their captors and armed with whatever weapons they could find. When the doors to the cavernous Hangar Bay had parted, and they had met their foe head on, Terror had gripped their hearts tight.

A hulking figure in the frosty hues of steel charged through the gap, roaring wordlessly as he raced into their lines. Those that believed themselves to be the strongest among their number fell prey to the metallic beast's stampede, torn asunder by his fury. Their bodies smashed into the iron framework of the prison ship, painting its lusterless surface with an enlivened shade of maroon. The armored figure was a whirlwind of violence, tearing limbs and flesh with every frenzied strike. Those that survived his onslaught fled in instinctual panic - hoping to deny this animal the bounty of gore. However, as they discarded their arms and turned, the characteristic whine of a cycled blaster echoed within their ears, before their sight was stolen in a blinding flash.

With his brace of pistols smoking from the delivered wrath, Gideon imperiously stalked through the corpse-strewn Corridor, shooting the fallen prisoner's crumbled bodies as he marched towards the opposite end. He couldn't let them live. Not after what they had done, and what they sought to do with the vessel they believed to have claimed. Death was the only mercy he would show them this day, and as he finished his most holy work, the former Stormtrooper palmed the access panel afore him and passed through the portal once the metallic block had withdrawn into its housing. Once he had finished, and the package was recovered, it was his duty to return to this killing field and catalog the dead, as the Federation would desire their records to be updated. When such an event would occur, they would be listed as Deceased and how they had died would be nothing more than a footnote in their collective dossiers.

A failed Riot, swiftly and justly punished by the Myrmidons of the Fifth Legion.

Now free of the cloying scent of death, the armored form of the Major surged through the winding paths of the mechanical labyrinth, seeking to accomplish his primary objective. When she was taken, her position was easily traced by several micro transmitters within her personal devices. It was how the Alliance was able to respond so quickly to this terrorist threat, and it was how they were able to play this Zegg's apparent advantage against him. They knew she was alive, but as Gideon dashed through the fluted corridors, homing in on the minute distress beacon that had pulsated on his scanners mere seconds ago, he figured that wouldn't be the case for much longer.

Her heart rate had spiked, and her adrenals soared beyond acceptable levels, meaning only one thing. Torture. All bets were off now, and though Gideon's eyes were augmented, he was beginning to see the blood haze slowly encompass his vision. It happened once before, in a bygone era and when he marched under a different flag. None survived the feral beast he had become. Such an event couldn't happen here. Not when the life of the package was on the line. He needed a clear head for when the time came; his pistol would shoot straight when influenced by the rising tides of rage.

Blinking away the blots of crimson that sought to steal his sight, Gideon found himself rounding the corner towards the forward observation deck and making the final approach towards the location of the faintly pulsating beacon. It was there that he had found two things of note. The first was a man drabbed in all too familiar clothing, ducking inside the chamber his scanners had indicated to contain both his target and the package. The second and final thing he had seen were a mob of disorganized prisoner's charging towards him with their weapons raised. He didn't have time for this. The beacon was slowly fading away, and such a distraction would only serve to propel the package towards her grisly demise. His armored fingers tightened around the textured grips of his pistols. He had to think quickly. Grenades wouldn't do, as they'd tear through the bulkheads and depressurize the entire corridor, nor would his sidearms mow down the inmates fast enough for him to move on.

Thus, with a thin-lipped smile, the Soldier holstered his pistols and swiftly withdrew the wickedly serrated combat blade from its shoulder sheath. They came closer, charging him blindly with a manner of improvised weapons. Each and every enemy combatant met his death in the moments after the two forces clashed. Lacerated or torn asunder. It didn't matter, as their billowing corpse gasses burst out into the air, bathing the hallway with the pervasive stench of death. Never send the lambs to slaughter the lion. Soaked in the blood of his foes, Gideon moved towards the door and palmed the access panel. It denied him entry. Scowling, the armored warrior slammed his steel-blue and crimson coated fingers into the minute gap between the door and began wrenching the two pieces apart. Mechanical gears groaned and fought against his adamantine bulk, but the throaty rumbled of active armor joints had won the day - as the portal was torn open.

Within, he had seen the man from before above the woman that Alliance High Command had labeled as his primary objective. She was bereft of clothing to cover her dignity and the flesh that adorned her lithe frame was torn to bloody ribbons. Her vital signs were fading fast, and the blood loss - judging by the ever growing pool beneath her figure - was catastrophic. He needed to act quickly if her life was to be saved. Removing his armored gloves with a hiss of atmospheric pressure, Gideon moved towards the kneeling figure of the nameless Corellian, and knelt down opposite of him.

"Clamp it tight," He said, his Balmorran accent rendered inert by the monotonal vocabulator. "I'm going to introduce a haemostatic agent into the wound. Do not move or else she dies."

Carefully pulling out a crystalline syringe from his belt mounted medkit, the Soldier inserted the tip of the needle into her exposed thigh. It was a numbing solution, meant to deprive her misfiring nerves of the ability to operate the limb. In her deluded and near-comatose state, it was more than likely she would feel the leg grow suddenly cold. In response to the natural human reaction, Gideon placed his bare palm atop her blood-soaked chest.

"I need you to keep her calm," His words were once again flat and mechanical. Without even looking up from the deep laceration, his now blood-soaked hands removed the syringe and carelessly tossed it into the heart of the dimmed room. Swinging back towards her disrobed figure, Gideon withdrew a larger device - one that was plated in sterilized steel - and slowly inserted it into the open wound. A solution of bacta and nano peptide's burst forth into her flesh, stimulating her body to repair itself utilizing the injected proteins. It wouldn't hold for long, as the pulsating strength of her still-beating heart would see the near-invisible molecular wall torn asunder - should she move the muscles in her leg, or have her pounding organ beat faster than normal. "Release the artery."

Without waiting to see if he had done as commanded, Gideon tossed the spent injector aside and withdrew an alabaster tube from the pouch. Unscrewing the cap and pouring the granular paste into the opened wound, the Balmorran began smearing the solution around the opening. This was the final stage of his temporary treatment. It would save her life, should they escape this hellhole of a ship, but a nasty scar would remain behind. Well, until the bacta treatment had seen fit to restore her flesh once she was submerged in one of the many tanks the Alliance had at their disposal.

Breathing out a sigh of relief that he didn't realize he was holding, Gideon leaned back and watched as the medicinal salves worked their stabilizing magic. He wasn't a medic, but his training and experience across a myriad battlefield's had taught him how to deal with a majority of injuries sustained by his comrades in the field. This woman and her severed artery weren't the first time he had treated such a fatal wound. In the aftermath of his triage, the Soldier opened a channel to his squad currently securing the lowest decks of the Dungeon Vessel. As the flickering image of his Second in Command had materialized on his visor - a small smile had crossed the hulking warrior's face.

"Package Secured. Alert Command of our status, and prepare for Exfil."

The image of the clean-shaven soldier nodded once before the connection was severed, leaving Gideon alone with his thoughts, the stranger and the wounded woman beneath him. Through the opaque glasteel visor, the Major glanced towards the Corellian and tilted his head in thanks. The gesture was sure to be lost on the man as it was unlikely he knew of the Alliance Military's private patois. Nevertheless, the man activated his suit's vocabulator and gave voice to his thanks.

"You have my Gratitude," He said plainly, his tone once again stolen by the mechanical vocals of the armor. "But we cannot delay with pleasantries. To make sure she lives, we have to relocate her to proper medical facilities. I can carry her out of here with little issue, can you act as my eyes and ears as we make our way to the Hangar Deck?"

| [member="Zonia Kalranoos"] | [member="Logen Brunner"] |​

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:: Crimson Base, This is Myrmidon Two. Package Secured. Preparing for Exfil. Mobilize Trauma Assets; Condition Critical. Two Over and Out. ::​

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| [member="Arieth zh'Vranthi"] |​

 

[Logen Brunner]

Location: Prison Ship
Objective: Escape and stay alive
Allies: [member="Zonia Kalranoos"] [member="Alexandra Russo"] [member="Gideon Raith"]
Enemies: Time
Post: 5/20

In honest, Logen's sphincter puckered a bit when he saw the blood caked heavily armored soldier walk into the room. His first thought was to draw upon him, but his right hand was currently occupied with the woman's inner thigh. When he had joked about dying of old age with the company of a beautiful woman, this was not what he meant. His icy hues locked into the emotionless visor of the alliance warrior, waiting to see if he would bring death upon him or not. It was all he could do, there was no fight to be had and even if he would draw his heavy blaster pistol, he greatly doubted it would of penetrated that armor.

The sigh of relief was real when the soldier advanced and took charge of this medical emergency. Logen did not hesitate in obeying the Alliance man's commands as he worked on her with much needed medical equipment that the smuggler was lacking in. Seems Lady Luck had struck again and not a second sooner. He had released the artery, and backed a step away to let the soldier do his magic. Logen looked down at his hands, they were soaked in blood. He took a long deep breath, inhaling and exhaling slowly to calm his nerves while wiping what he could off on his white shirt. His hands were going to need to be dry if he was to handle is blaster properly. Would be highly embarrassing and unfortunate if the weapon slipped from his grasp in the middle of a firefight, especially for this caliber of gunslinger that had a reputation to keep.

"Listen soldier!" Logen's husky voice was rich in Corellian accent " I can cover you, but you are gonna have to direct me on how to get to the hanger deck. I been fumbling around this boat like a lost moof-milker" He informed in true honesty. He gave his hand another brush off, before slowly drawing his DL-44 blaster from the nerf leather holster and making his way to the exit.

 

[Zonia Kalranoos]

Location: Prison ship
Objective: Preferably not to die
Allies: [member="Gideon Raith"] [member="Logen Brunner"]
Enemies: Time
[6/20]

A wide smile crossed Zonia's full lips as she peered down the waterfall of Naboo's Lake district, which ended in a tumultuous plunge pool. She remembered the first time she jumped off it; a freshman in college who was very afraid of heights so her colleagues had to literally push her off the cliff. Now, after having repeated the jump so many times, her heart raced for different reasons. Those few seconds of freefall, the closest man could come to a bird's flight and the pristine, cold waters that lay ahead, in stark contrast with the heat of a late summer day. Without a moment's thought, she threw herself off the waterfall.

A few instances later, the entirety of her body was submerged deep under water, pushed down by the potent torrent of the river. Zonia let her body go with the flow, knowing that the air in her lungs would bring her back to the surface. The smile persisted until her eyes opened, only to witness herself descending into the deep, as if drawn downwards by some invisible, yet unfalthering force. Her hand was extended towards the wavering light above as she hopelessly tried to reach the surface. Yet the more she struggled, the deeper she sank, towards the darkening blue abyss. Her lids grew wearier as her body had consumed the last of oxygen in her lungs and water made way into her respiratory passages.

Then, just as the last of consciousness evaporated out of her being, a hand gauntleted in blue steel came from above, racing towards her. With last atoms of strength, she tried to grip it but failed, before its metallic fingers wrapped around her wrist, firmly gripping it. A sudden thrust forward ensued, as she felt herself being towed back into the light, with the speed of a rocket leaving the atmosphere.

Bloodied fingers gripped steel, scraping against it out of pain. Zonia couldn't bring herself to make a single sound when the solider made an attempt to salvage her wound. Instead, she just clutched onto his hand and bracer that protected his forearms. She was fully aware, but could not speak due to shock. The armoured man then lifted her up in his arms, aiming to carry her out of this hellhole. He scooped her up from the floor with ease, slipping his ample arms under her back and knees. Instinctively, Zonia grabbed onto the breast-plate of his armour before her gaze was finally diverted up to see her savior.

The vizor of his helmet was impermiable to light from the outside, silver glazing obscuring his face. For a fleeting moment, the passage of time was seemingly halted. Zonia peered into the immaculate surface of his vizor. In it, she saw herself covered in her own blood and the somber interior of the prison ship. Her mouth half-opened to release a gasp, the tips of her fingers pressing against the visor where the side of his face would be. They've sent for her, her people.

And they sent him. Zonia so wanted to see his face, should she leave the realm of the living, to see for one last time the flare of freedom that resided in the eyes of each and every member of the Alliance. It lit up the very souls of people and transformed them into beacons of hope in the long night. If the solider would gaze back into Zonia's dark orbs, he would too see an unyielding blaze of freedom fighters, the kind that overthrew empires and emerged victorious despite all odds.

A thick, five-fold trail of blood was left behind when her hand dragged down, all the way from his helmet to his chest, only to stop at the Alliance crest deeply carved into metal, soaking the crevasses with innocent blood. The sigil turned from steel blue to deep red when Zonia lost consciousness again, her head dipping backwards.

Service to the Alliance, until the last drop of blood, until the last breath. She was stable, for now, but required immediate medical attention, should they make it out of the ship alive.

 

[Saffron]

Hanna City
Arceneau Trade Company

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Word had it that the Galactic Alliance were making headway. At the very least, Saffron felt a bit of relief at hearing that. Now it was a matter if the terrorists would be capture and the hostages freed.

A sigh would flow out of the young woman, one hand coming up to rub the bridge of her nose. There was so much to do. So many different concerns. PharmaTech was at the peak of developing several medicinal botanical breakthroughs in bringing back extinct or endangered plants. The progress had been an ongoing project for years, ever since the induction of the Eden Project.

The Morodin and Ithorian herbalists were making breakthroughs in the rare preserved Bota seeds they had found on an excavation years ago. They were perfectly preserved in amber, untouched by the taint. A brilliant discovery that had excited the researchers.

 

[Arieth zh'Vranthi]

Objective 4: Prevent/Protect/Capture further chaos in the City of Hanna City by any means, including the capture of Galdur Smokwho coordinates the terrorist ground forces.
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[ Package Secured. Alert Command of our status, and prepare for Exfil. ]

Was the word brought back to Alliance headquarters, one that was meet with the sigh of relief and a few cheers. "Good." Areith said in turn, turning to her Commander beside her.

"What word do we have on Rogue Squadron and the blockade?" she asked.

"They are making headway Ambassador." the Commander answered. "They may be able to punch through and allow our forces to move into orbit."

 

[Alexandra Porte]

Location: Chandrila system near asteroid cluster
Objective: Seek and destroy blockade
Allies: GA/Rogue Squadron
Enemies: NPC Blockade (Sith?)
Updated Sitrep: One Flight/Leader - [member="Alexandra Russo"] 1, [member="Choli Vyn"] 7, [member="Vale Endriss"] 8 ; Two Flight/Leader - [member="Asmus Janes"] 9; [member="Devyn Lynton"] 17, & [member="Cal Sedaire"] 19 (temporary ID)
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Rogue Squadron had diverted to take care of a small Sith fleet that had shown up at Chandrila. Right about now would be great to have some back up from the Galactic Alliance Navy, but the elite squadron didn't back down from a fight. They often were outnumbered, but their motto was: Impossible is our stock in trade, and success is what we deliver.

The GA's X-wings were plunging and wheeling through the middle of the TIE screen formation had an unanticipated advantage in that they had a very high target to comrade ratio to shoot at. And because the X-wings had shields, even a shot taken in haste at another Rogue would not likely prove fatal, hopefully. The same could not be said for these TIEs. One burst from their lasers could cripple or kill one of the enemy pilots.

Russo snapped a shot off at one incoming squint and watched it disintegrate. A warning warble from Rusty and she mashed her right foot down on the etheric rudder pedal. The stern of her snubfighter slew around to the left, swinging her out of another Interceptor's line of fire while pointing her nose right at the craft as it sailed past. Alleycat punched the T-70 over ninety degrees, hauled back on the stick, then completed the inversion and dove down onto the TIE's tail. The brunette sent kilojoules of scarlet energy into the ball cockpit and watched the craft explode.

That's when the comm lit up and someone called urgently for Rogue One to break left as there was an enemy ship on her six….

 

[inactivechar01]

Objective: Prevent/Protect/Capture: Secure evacuation LZs.
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Hanna City...
Detachment Alpha, Galactic Alliance Reconnaissance Force [RF].

Explosives tore the city apart and silenced the screams of terrified civilians that scattered and sought shelter from the death sowing terrorist group that tortured Hanna City. The Galactic Alliance had arrived as quickly as possible after receiving the signal for help. RF were the first to be dispatched before the main force arrived and the lightning fast reaction by the Alliance had made Bolvar miss his essential coffee.

It was okay though, there was enough adrenaline pumping in his system already as the four men detachment of Recon Force troopers made their way through the urban landscape of Hanna City as stealthy as possible. Even though stealth was no longer priority, the men had the good habit for reconnaissance soldiers to be as stealthy as possible. Their operation currently required nor silence, nor stealth. It required precise and quick dispatch of hostile forces at certain locations so landing zones for evacuation could be set up. The fatally wounded toll was already rising to high. The men of detachment Alpha of the RF had to hurry.

"Street's clear. Moving towards the arch over there." Bolvar reported to his team that were behind him as he dashed crossing the street. "Eyes open. Heat could be sooner than we think."

 

[Choli Vyn]

Location: Chandrila system near asteroid cluster
Objective: Seek and destroy blockade
Allies: GA/Rogue Squadron
Enemies: NPC Blockade (Sith?)
Updated Sitrep: One Flight/Leader - Alexandra Russo 1, Choli Vyn 7, Vale Endriss 8 ; Two Flight/Leader - Asmus Janes 9; Devyn Lynton 17, & Cal Sedaire 19 (temporary ID)
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Beep, Beep, Hooooooottt!!!

"I see that Arr-Four!' a wince curled her lips back, baring her teeth. The incessant wail of incoming had the junior pilot trying her best to keep situational awareness. Rogue Eleven came in her sights, a sigh of relief that turned into of alarm as she caught a dark shadow moving in.

Patching through, she called out to [member="Alexandra Russo"].

[ Rogue leader, this is Rogue Seven, you have a bogey on your six! I repeat, you have a bogey on your six! ]

Moving up behind, Choli brought the bogey in line to try and take it out before it would send a dangerous volley of fire at Russo.

 

[LT-137]

Location: Hanna City Outskirts, Agricultural Facility One.
Primary Objective: Locate and Safely Defuse Explosive Material, Eliminate the Terrorist Threat.
Secondary Objective: Apprehend the Rogue General.
Allies: Fireteam Aeacus, Strategic Information Service
Enemies: None at Present.

His ebony-clad fingers tightened around the textured grip of the Nightstinger Sporting Rifle. The man had his target dead to rights, and would've taken the shot had he not been held back by his mission parameters. Alliance Command wanted this man alive, so killing him was out of the question. Though it would be remarkably easier to accomplish his objectives with this terrorist dead, someone needed to pay for what was done here, and it was likely that this was but a single cell of a larger organization - so having a living member might expedite the wholesale capture of his comrades in arms. Nevertheless, such factors mattered little in the face of a troubling revelation, one that caused the former Sun Guard to tense. The woman that his target had taken hostage was outfitted with an explosive vest, and it was likely to be activated by a remote detonator. He was helpless to act. Naiad couldn't kill the man or make any hostile moves against him, lest the three of them be blown to kingdom come. So this is what walking on a tightrope feels like, the Thyrusian mused. Lowering his weapon ever so slightly, Naiad bent down and placed the sporting blaster on the ground. It wouldn't be of any use to him now, not when the odds were stacked against him as they were. He had to do the right thing, and talk the man back to his senses - or at least dissuade him from flicking that trigger. If only that foolish Jedi had been able to act appropriately in this hostage situation, he wouldn't have to be here cleaning up his mess.

:: I'm going to remove my Helmet, :: Naiad said aloud through his suit's vocabulator. Even when modulated to sound monotone, the man's intended sincerity seemed genuine. :: And I'm going to place it on the floor, right next to my rifle. :: It was an exercise; one that would hopefully lay the foundations of trust between the Operative and his Opposite. Keeping to his word, the former Sun Guard removed his Helmet and slowly, ever so slowly, placed it's obsidian bulk down beside his rifle. With his hands raised, the ebony-clad warrior roused himself to his full height and looked into the eyes of his Target. "I'm going to be honest, Smok. It shouldn't have gone this way."

The man spat out a bloodied gobbet of phlegm onto the ground before bursting out into a menacing chuckle, nothing more than a low throaty growl. "Yer damn right." He said, his wounded features hardening into a conflicting grimace of anguish and rage. "It should've been simple. Credits for Flesh. You and your Alliance dogs leave our world, and we all would've gotten along just fine." Blood began to pool above his scorched brow, trickling down from an unseen gash hidden behind the disheveled mess adorning the man's scalp.

"Your government wanted us to come here. The Alliance isn't keen on taking planets that aren't interested in joining their Federation." Naiad stated, as plainly as he could. "Chandrila will be free under Federation law, just like every other world that join's us. We're not like the One Sith or the First Order. We don't topple regimes and replace them with our officials. We allow those who rule, to continue to do so. Every world retains their sovereignty." Galdur laughed this time, though ending his outburst with a hoarse and throaty cough. He was bleeding internally, and would die soon if not given the proper medical care. Naiad didn't need his helmet to see such truths - it was merely the observations of a Soldier and the lessons of basic battlefield medicine. "Don't make me laugh, Alliance Dog. After what I've seen today - after what my people have seen today; it's doubtful they'll join your Federation. Blood calls for blood. You should know that."

The former Sun Guard nodded, slowly. "I do. However, the creature responsible for this travesty will pay. He killed Foreign Nationals, during a Hostage Crisis, with excessive force. Not to mention he's supposedly a Jedi, bound by their code to safeguard the innocent. That.. thing... will be lucky to walk away from this alive." Smok nearly bit his tongue as he tried not to laugh. The struggle was written plainly on his face, as Naiad could see his features deepening with the simmering heat of righteous rage. That wretch had placed them between a rock and a hard place with his carelessness - essentially digging them a hole from which it was doubtful they'd ever climb out of. "Your sense of Justice is skewed, Dog. At least the One Sith had it right. The punishment befits the crime. Whoever was driving that Tank deserves to be drawn and quartered."

"You're right." The Operative said with a smile. "He deserves that and so much more, but he's not the only one at fault here. We all must pay for that creature's sins now. You with the hostages. Him with the reckless engagement. Your comrades with the bombs. The Alliance for this mess." His obsidian bound arms swept wide, a gesture that was meant to encompass the entirety of his surroundings and the very planet of Chandrila thereafter. "We all owe this World for the Chaos we wrought. Let us pay that debt. Not with our lives and violence, but in taking the first steps to make this right."

Galdur's grip on the woman's arm slackened slightly, signifying that his words had found purchase. It wasn't much but now was his chance to drive home the opportunity that reasoning had provided. "I will have to stay true to my words," Naiad said slowly reaching down to his armored thigh and withdrawing a set of binder cuffs. "You will have to be taken into custody, but there you will be treated fairly. From the looks of things, you're bleeding internally and won't be able to stand much longer. Submit, let her go, and it all ends. Once our medics take care of you, I promise that you'll get front row seats to the Trial of the Century, hell, you could even be a witness if you wanted."

A long moment of silence passed between the mewling woman, the wounded Galdur, and the static Naiad. The man was balancing atop a fragile tether - one that could give way at any moment and see everything that he worked so hard for crumble beneath him at a moment's notice. Thankfully, after several lengthy minutes had passed, Smok released the woman from his grasp and took a step backward. The weight of his decision had brought him to his knees, filling his eyes with the liquid personification of his anguish - both physical and emotional. Naiad moved forward, catching the woman before she fell to the ground and began disarming the vest strapped about her ample torso. Deftly, his obsidian clad fingers ran across her form, pulling the transmission wires from the detonator and severing the charge from its activator. With the device rendered inert, Naiad lifted the woman to her feet and placed his attention on the wounded man. He didn't have long, and would have to work fast if he was going to see this person stabilized.

Sure, he could've left him to die - but that'd go against everything he said, and the former Sun Guard couldn't let his dishonesty stain his conscious.

Patching up his opposite with a cunning injection of bacta, and several other medical adrenals, the Operative bound the terrorist's wrists behind his person with the binder cuffs. Satisfied with his work, Naiad roused himself and Galdur from the floor, before moving to reclaim his discarded items. Re-engaging the atmospheric seals on his armor, the SIS Agent keyed his encrypted communicator and broadcasted a swift message to the local authorities and the Alliance Firebase on the planet. It informed them that the SIS had successfully engaged the target and apprehended him peaceably. Also, it mentioned that he would require medical attention at a proper facility - before saying the possible wounds he was afflicted with during this catastrophe. Once the transmission burst was complete, Naiad secured the hostage and the terrorist in a nearby office - locking the door behind him as he left. His primary objective was now complete, and it was time to set about apprehending the monster that caused this mess.

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With his Nightstinger raised, the Operative swiftly moved through the offices of the Agricultural building, checking every corner whilst he stormed forward. Though his advance was slowed marginally by swinging his weapon to check his corners, Naiad made good time throughout the heart of the facility. It was when he had come into the sundered Lobby and had seen the degenerates of the Army of Malastare idly standing about, that his ire rose. Seriously? Instead of administering aid to those that survived their General's reckless advance, they were just standing there doing nothing? It took everything Naiad had not to shoot them all on the spot for their negligence. Despite the errant and rampant emotions surging through his veins, the Operative fell back on his training and forced the raging torrents to simmer. Such emotion would do these people little good, especially if he started a firefight with these lackwits.

Flicking his eyes towards the Tank that had resided within the heart of the Lobby, Naiad trained his rifle in the direction of the hatch and activated his suit's external vocabulator.

:: [member="Ugohr Poof"]. For the crimes of Manslaughter, Murder of Foreign Nationals, Excessive Use of Force, Reckless Endangerment of Non-Combatants during a Hostage Crisis, Reckless Operation of an Armoured Vehicle, and Conduct Unbecoming of an Officer - You are, at this moment, Bound by Law. Submit yourself to my authority granted to me by the Strategic Intelligence Service and the Galactic Federation of Free Alliances. ::

Keeping his weapon raised and his mind sharp, should the Jedi within follow in his Military Career's footsteps and go rogue, Naiad began moving towards the Tank. His eyes scoured the external plating of the armored vehicle, watching to see what would happen next. Secretly, behind his guarded thoughts, the Operative hoped that the Jedi would only give himself up. It'd make this day easier, but if the Gungan chose to ignore his lawful command - the addition to his collection would be greatly appreciated.

:: Come out with your Hands raised! ::

 

[Sor-Jan Xantha]

Spoiler: OOC note

Nothing heard from Vale Endriss in GMing the Sith Fleet, so in the interest of moving the dominion along, I'm proceeding on my own.

Post 5 of 20
Air Objective B: Sith Interdiction Fleet Incoming

Corellia Digital Fleet
1x Ruisto-class Exploration Vessel (Epistellar Jovian)
8x Niathal-class shuttles
4x Corellia Defense Multi-Vector Self-Propelled Battle Droids

The ship bucked hard.

Sparks flew across the bridge, as power systems surged to their limits. The ship was taking a pounding as the Sith weapons slammed into the exposed side of the Ruisto. It was like weathering an earthquake in space, lasting seconds but feeling as though it had continued for several minutes instead.

When a pause at last came, the proverbial eye of the storm as the Sith weapons recharged for another volley, the Anzat raised his head up and uttered just one word.

"Fire."

The turbolaser batteries along the port side of Epistellar Jovian lit up the night, lancing outward toward the Sith vessels as the two traded volleys. The ship shuddered from all port batteries firing simultaneously, adding to the chaos and discomfort as the vessel began taking another pounding from the Sith batteries in addition to the shock of their own weapons.

"Primary shields are failing along the port side," the com-scan officer called from the side of the bridge.

"Auxiliary shields," the boy responded. The Ruisto was a Mon Calamari-inspired design. What it lacked in offensive firepower, it more than made up in shields.

"Sir, there's another vessel approaching. Aurek-class," the communications officer reported. "It appears to be a Padawan Zenduu, of the SIlver Jedi."

The young Anzat breathed a sigh of relief. That distress signal hadn't gone unnoticed. "Signal our droid fighters to form up on Padawan Zenduu," the boy noted. "And have them focus on those TIE fighters."

[member="Jerek Zenduu"]​

 

[LT-137]

Primary Objective: Locate and Retrieve Captured Alliance Personnel​

Secondary Objective: Seek and Destroy.​

Allies: The Galactic Alliance.​

Enemies: Chandrillan Radicals.​

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Her delicate, blood stained hands fanned across the emblazoned Starbird adorning his breastplate, drawing Gideon's featureless gaze towards her delirious eyes. He knew why she had reached for the icon emblazoned on his chest, and did nothing to chastise her for moving so soon after his battlefield triage. The woman needed something to anchor her to this life, and if it was something as trivial as the Federation's Sigil and the ideals that it represented, then who was he to deny her? Thus, as her crimson waters bathed the exterior of his battle-plate, the former Stormtrooper’s eyes flicked towards his new found companion. At first glance, the Soldier knew that the man was competent enough with a Blaster, the way his hands were calloused implied that his experiences in life - most likely behind the control yoke of a freighter - had tossed him into many dangerous situations in which only a Pistol would see himself safely returned home. From there, the Balmorran’s attention drifted towards his mouth and the words that spilled forth through that fleshy orifice. He was a convict like all the rest but had redeemed himself in Gideon’s eyes by trying to save the Package.This truth beckoned forth a hidden smile, as the Soldier gingerly lifted the woman from the floor and saw fit to cover her modesty with the ample scraps of tarpaulin fabric covering portions of the chamber.

“Very well,” The Major said as he made for the Door. “When you exit this portal, we’ll go right down the corridor and stop before the first pile of corpses. From there we take our first right and board the turbolift. After that, it’ll be a straight shot towards the Hangar Bay.” Pressing his armored bulk against the bulkhead, Gideon’s featureless gaze turned towards the Corellian once more. “If you have anything you need, best grab it now. The Alliance may very well scuttle this ship once we leave.” Looking back to the woman cradled within his embrace, he amended his statement with, “But remember to do so swiftly.”

No matter the route that the man chose, Gideon would safely see this woman to their extraction point and personally turn her over to his Squad’s Medic for further treatment. With how vast the Federation had become and as their plans for expansion grew ever larger, it was doubtful that he’d ever see her again. That was of little consequence, however, as she would not likely remember much of what took place as she faded in and out of consciousness. He’d be just another faceless soldier to her eyes. Quickly forgotten and replaced. To be honest, that was all right with Gideon. He didn’t like the limelight, as it drew too much attention and caused far too many problems. What good would it do if he had to fight off a Legion of admirers when the Alliance was at war? Perhaps he could entertain the idea once the War was won - but with the body of the One Sith taking forever to admit that it had lost - the Balmorran knew it wouldn’t be an issue that needed addressing anytime soon.

| [member="Zonia Kalranoos"] | [member="Logen Brunner"] |​

 

[Ugohr Poof]

Location: Agricultural facility #1
Post: 6/20
Allies: [member="Naiad Solari"]
Enemies: Terrorists
Objective: Surrender

Ugohr realized that even the most senior remaining officer that used to be his executive officer was no more able to provide help to those who survived the blast than Ugohr himself was. He'd come out from the tank, hands raised, with his lightsabers holstered, realizing that he had been reckless, but most of it is a result of his inexperience in hostage crises. He knew it was the end of the road as far as he was concerned. After hearing the all too many charges held against him, the most serious of which being manslaughter and murder of foreign nationals, he had no choice but to stand ready to lay down his weapons once he came within range of Naiad. That was an absolutely complete debacle, and he knew it. His worst nightmares came true, and he saw no way he could repent, at least in the short term. The evidence was just mounting. All he could do to in the light of the disaster was to just come out with his hands raised. He sensed that Naiad was just as able to kill him if he resisted. He didn't betray the Alliance, though. That was the one thing he just couldn't do and not just because he personally contributed many of the properties listed on the GAPDP.

"Mesa surrender. May mesa have a fair trial, despite da huge amount of crimes mesa charged with. May da Force have mercy on da Army of Malastare for mesa will not have any"

However, the soldiers still alive were in shock over his former commander actions. That ought to explain why so many were ambivalent when he surrendered - perhaps to spare the underlings further trouble.

 

[inactivechar01]

Objective: Prevent/Protect/Capture: Secure evacuation LZs.
[2]

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Hanna City
Detachment Alpha, Galactic Alliance Reconnaissance Force [RF].

The soldiers crossed the damaged but empty street towards the arch where Bolvar had stated their next point to reach was. They had acquired blueprints of the city already but during wartime many routes may be diverted due to causes such as fallen rubble of buildings blocking ways. Reporting such obstacles was an important part of being a recon soldier. It was also their secondary objective as they made their way towards the location that was picked as an LZ.

Passing through the arch, the team quickly slid down behind some rubble as the appearance of a dozen rag tag band of criminals seemed to be chilling and discussing something. Heat rising in their discussion meant that the discussion reaching to blows would be of the best outcome that Bolvar could expect. Of course, luck was not on their side as the discussion ended in a laugh rather than in a fight. Whatever was happening there, they did not seem to be moving soon. Why was the reason for them to casually stay here was unknown to Bolvar but they were blocking the team's route towards their designated location. Should he look for a different route and maybe even a different location ?

No. Kark it.

Eitherways, he had to secure the LZ's surrounding and immediate area. Sweeping the unsuspecting criminals that were chattering ahead of the four men would be an easy job.

"Flashing in." Bolvar said and unclipped the flashbang attached to his utility belt. Pressing the button on it to activate the three second timer, he rolled it right at where the men had gathered. Before the criminals could even be in awe, the flashbang exploded and through the comms Bolvar's voice could be heard. "Weapons free."