Dominion The Coalition comes to Bpfassh (ORC Dominion of Bpfassh Hexagon)

[Peyton Steele]

The Coalition was the type to reach out to the Rim and the Wilds, around the galaxy. They were the ones who provided some sense of law and order in an otherwise lawless place. But it wasn’t their only mission, they had a few different factions with their own focus. The Kathol, Terminus, Alliance, but they all were there to support two larger groups with their skills. FarStar, and the Underground, And Peyton was always using her skills to help the latter. Running agents, and small resistance cells wherever they needed to be.

The blonde stepped forward in the interior of the XS Light Freighter and looked out at the starfield of hyperspace. Putting her hand on the seat of the pilot, Peyton took a deep breath. “You’re sure you can get us through? We’ve got a few ships following us and we need as many in as we can get.” The Underground Lieutenant wasn’t completely sure what the Dark Judges had around the world. This was an Underground mission, but the first step was getting to the world. A joint Alliance Remnant/Kathol Republic strike was going to come to route the Dark Judges out, but for now? It was a calculated strike and the Judges.

The pilot laughed and looked over her shoulder. “We’re gonna be fine, its Dark Judges, not like the really know what they’re doing…” The warning sirens were hitting as it was time to revert to real space. The Pamarthean pilot pointed at the seat. As Peyton sat down her pilot, known only as Zale, continued. “As I was saying, they don’t know what they’re doing.” The ship reverted, a pair of Imperial inspired Star Destroyers greeting the hot rod freighter.

“You know, or if they were getting some guidance from the Sith.” She switched to her secure channel. “Freighters, follow my lead, fly casual.” She nodded as she slowed her ship down. She knew that they were going to be greeted and the goal here was to not make the Dark Judges hostile, but to distract them.

What they hadn't seen, was the other ship that entered the system. The Ervana was not on the list to arrive with the Underground. But the ship had recently arrived in system. NavBuoys that were not hacked had seen the ship arriving only shortly before. It didn't belong with the strike team, but even worse, there was definitely a distress signal coming out. Any of the ships entering the local subspace was going to be receiving it, an S.O.S. on the Underground Channels. [member="Nida Perl"] was currently in the clutches, or talons, of Kingsley . A call would go out from at least one of the other freighters, volunteers would go for the rescue.

Meanwhile, planet side, the signal was given to the Judges and Underground. The distraction had arrived. But be that as it may, the freighters in orbit, and running the blockade were bringing valuable supplies. But it wasn’t going to be anything if the Dark Judges and their Imperial benefactors were still able to rally security to the landing zone. Should everyone get onto the planet, they had to land outside the cities and load the equipment up for transport through the desert.

Objective 1: Break the Blockade
Objective 2: Distract planetary security
Objective 3: Rescue the Girl, from Big Bird's Evil Twin
Objective 4: BYOO
https://starwars.fandom.com/wiki/Bpfassh

 

[Kingsley]

BULK FREIGHTER ERAVANA​

OUTER BPFASSH SYSTEM​

INTERNAL PA: TEARS FOR FEARS​

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Kingsley swayed back and forth in time with the music, fumbling with his cravat. He was no stranger to the finer things in life but the hiitian smuggler felt nervous and a little giddy. After all it wasn't every day one got married to a beautiful lady. Even though he had always found her relatives disgusting there was something about [member="Nida Perl"] that entranced him ever since he first laid eyes upon her. It was a complicated matter planning the operation to 'rescue' her from her life with the Silver Jedi. Training his jawa crew not to eat the shiny candy before luring her away with it presented some unexpected challenges.

"Rrrrawk! What's that sweetie?" he called down to the forward cargo hold.

More muffled sounds greeted him so the smuggler boogied his way down to check on his guest of honor. Nida was taking a little longer to recognize him as a soul mate than expected, so for now she was still tied up and fitted with a neural dampener to counter those pesky Force powers. He glanced over at Eravana's open bay doors and comprehension dawned when he realized that she must have seen distant Bpfassh through the magnetic shielding. Kingsley supposed he couldn't blame his bride to be for the same wedding day jitters.

"Ahhh! Tropical Bpfassh!" the bird puffed his chest out in pride at his choice of honeymoon locations, "A good friend told me the beaches here are wonderful."

Of course he did not yet realize that the planet was a desert world but then again there were a lot of things the freighter captain did not realize. That Nida was broadcasting a distress signal, for example. With a snap of his fingers a squad of jawa crewmen appeared and clumsily hoisted the bound zeltron above them so they could enjoy a stroll together. How Kingsley longed for the day when they wouldn't have to resort to such unfortunate precautions.

 

[Nida Perl]

Objective 3: Get Rescued, Not Married

This was not how Nida had pictured her wedding day.

One moment, she was part of an mission on Dagobah, on loan from the Silvers to help oversee one of the Coalition’s aid clinics. She’d been approached by an adorably mannered jawa who’d shyly handed her a pieces of candy after she’d healed his injured leg. The candy—shiny and metallic—had turned out to be a few of those tiny stun grenades that her mother made, and were strewn throughout coalition space. Either the jawa didn’t know what he was doing or he was too slow, but both he and Nida had been caught in the grenade’s radius as it detonated in her hand.

She awoke bound, gagged, and terrified aboard the Eravana. That’s when things went from weird to weirder. Her mind had been racing with what was going to happen to her—sold as a slave, held for ransom, used as target practice—but getting married hadn’t been in her list.

“Mmmff!” The rag stuffed into her mouth was definitely not clean, and that alone was enough cause for her to try and spit the darn thing out. Fortunately, the jawas hadn’t managed to pilfer the comm attached to her wrist, and so she was able to sneakily transmit an emergency ping across ORC comms, and to [member="Thirdas Heavenshield"] in desperation. It was more difficult to do without being able to speak (or see), but her bound hands felt along the buttons from memory. Hopefully help would arrive before things got out of hand.

When [member="Kingsley"] made his way down to the cargo hold, Nida visibly recoiled from his presence, even as the jawas hoisted her above them like a celebrated war her. Twisting her head this way and that, she finally managed to loosen the gag.

“Please let me go!” She pleaded with him for the umpteenth time. “I’m…too young to get married!” Because that was the problem. Telling Kingsley that she simply did not want to marry him had fallen on deaf ears, so she tried to go for another angle.

 

[Maokai Bantam]

Objective 2: Distract planetary security / Bring the law to those who had forsaken it...
Location: Landing pad


His dirt brown duster swirled in the wind of the arid wind of Bpfassh as he looked through a pair of oculars at the landing pad below. This one as well as many more would be needed for the transports to land. As he scanned the area his attention turned to a figure clothed in black. Mako knew this figure, his gate, his mannerisms, his stance, all were all to known to the Judge.

"Orator, so you have thrown you lot in with them have you. So be it, traitor..."

The young Judges blood began to boil under his pink skin at the site of his dark kin. Mako saw himself as a true believer, a lawman who brought justice to all no matter their financial status. The law is blind, the law knows no bias, it is fair and binding to all. These so called Dark Judges twisted the law, allowing credits and power to alter its' meaning and application. Feeding the rich and justifying their grabs for power by finding false interpretations to let those paying them remain in control.

"This is Judge Bantam to command, landing site is hot. Proceeding to plan B ... "

He took one last look at the pad before putting his oculars away and taking up his Model 73 he leveled the weapon and sited his first target. As the weapon came to life the imperial guard standing next to Orator fell to the ground, a smoking hole where his left eye used to be. As the guards scrambled to find cover in the confusion two more were ended when they found their way on the wrong side of the lever action rifle.

"Orator, I have come to serve a warrant for your arrest. You and your associates are to lay down your arms and surrender."


[member="Peyton Steele"]

 

[Kyle Farnes]

Objective 2: Distract security, provide cover to Underground
Location: Landing Pad District

He knew that the blockade was causing a problem, but as was the way of things, Kyle Farnes had his own unique abilities of getting to where he wanted to be, and starting his own tasks. He was not a Judge, nor the Underground expressly. He was a Mandalorian, and that meant he was heavier than the rest, it also meant lots of armor, and his color of choice? Gold. Well, more brassy.

Beskar was something to be cherished and when you wore it, it became a part of you. Kyle was more lightweight than the typical Mandalorian, but he still made it a point to stand out. Armed with a pair of pistols, and a long ranged rifle, he was here to bring the noise and do what he could to cover the Underground. These Dark Judges, they were causing a stir, and the world of Bpfassh was prime for the darkness.

Stepping into the streets, he was going to be seen fast, but he also knew he had to be seen. Hopefully the Dark Judges would take him as bait, and he could start dwindling their numbers. But first thing was first, there was some sort of supply line moving, Imperial and Dark? He could take that down. From where he was, up on one of the higher walkways, one shot from his wrist rocket into the troopers and Dark Judge who seemed to be speaking with them and he quickly had kicked the hornets nest. Diving from the catwalk to another one, he readied one pistol.

[member="Maokai Bantam"]

 

[Dax Perl]

Objective 3: No one touches family...

Dax had been gone for far too long. So many things had gone wrong so long ago. Except one thing of course. Imminent death really did wonders for figuring things out. Like Life Transfer, for example. Dax hadn't really planned on having to use that technique so early or suddenly. There were still steps he'd needed to take to ensure that it was successful...like having someone to wake him up for one. That was where he'd failed. For Force only knew how long, Dax had slept a dreamless sleep, floating in a plaststeel coffin.

But now, he was free. Of course, the first thing he'd done was gone back to his family on Akarui. Kimiko was...missing...again...where she'd gone? No one seemed to know. The children were there at least, for what it was worth...under the care of the Imperial Caretakers. Dax wasn't sure how he'd felt about that still...but more pressing matters had come up, something he couldn't ignore as much as he wanted to.

Nida had been captured.

If there was one thing that was inexcusable, it was touching someone that Dax cared about. And someone had crossed that line. All of Dax's belongings, even his gear had somehow been returned to Akarui. Even Moreth and Ventus' sabers. Thank the Force for that. As quickly as he was able to, he'd grabbed his gear, hopped into the Sparrow and took off.

He was alone this time. No Halzyn. No Kimiko. Even his own children were strangers now. He wasn't about to lose a niece too.

The Sparrow dropped out of hyperspace in the space outside of Bpfassh, only to be greeted by...Imperial Star Destroyers? For feth's sake, the Forcer just couldn't catch a break could he? Wait...could he? Dax looked closer at his scanner...yes...they were definitely there, Coalition ships, hiding out there. The man recognized some, but many more that he didn't. Underground signals too. And somewhere out there, a Coalition distress signal. Nida was here...What did Dax just fly into?

"This is Grand Marshal Da-" Wait...he couldn't really call himself Grand Marshall anymore could he? No, that wasn't right, "This is Dax Fyre...Someone tell me what the feth I'm looking at."

 

[Kingsley]

BULK FREIGHTER ERAVANA​

OUTER BPFASSH SYSTEM​

INTERNAL PA: THE HUMAN LEAGUEhttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uPudE8nDog0​

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“I’m…too young to get married!”

"Don't you worry about that darling," Kingsley chuckled at the thought of [member="Nida Perl"] being concerned with his reputation, "Out here in the rim people are a lot more understanding."

Of course the zeltron had protested. Of course she was struggling. Nothing about their relationship so far struck the captain as unusual for hiitian mating practices. Once she smartened up enough to realize how good a provider he could be things would get easier and he wouldn't have to guard against escape attempts. Just because she was acting terrified now didn't mean that his blushing bride-to-be wouldn't cherish the memory of a dream wedding so the jawas were in the process of transforming the cargo hangar into a matrimonial paradise.

Mostly that consisted of pelting one another and their surroundings with the last of the glitter infused stun pearls their captain originally purloined from Nida's older sister.

Left 'in charge' on the bridge of Eravana was semi-dependable First Mate Iziz. Really he was a glorified lookout and only selected for his role because he could read the most Basic. Unfortunately on their last stop the jawa managed to obtain a holomag on astrology and was abusing his comm privileges to discuss horoscopes with Kingsley in jawaese. While his crewmates lugged their captive around like a living palanquin the first mate's signals to his captain about sudden sensor activity went unanswered ([member="Dax Fyre"]).

"Rrrrawwk! I haven't felt like this since I was just a fledgling," he stroked her hair with his greasy talons, "I understand how overwhelming it can all seem. Finding true love!"

 

[Trextan Voidstalker]

Objective: Be wherever Kinglsey is being written
Location: Near space port

Trextan had kept away from the galaxy at large for nearly two years now. The Alliance and the Jedi code had been left behind him, discarded as easily as his robes. He preferred the ways of the Wardens of the Sky that Chloe had taught him of. When you were closer to the ground you saw how little they cared for the endless struggle of light against dark. They were the ones hurt the most by it.

The sight of white armour brought old anxieties back to the surface. Trextan was sat at a street food stall just outside the docks. Through his periphery he studied their dirty armour. Their equipment that was badly in need of repair. Another warlord with delusions of grandeur.

He had removed the paddle beamer from his arm months ago. Instead had a cavity in the forearm that neatly concealed his lightsabre. Out in the Rim no attention was paid to the SE-14 blaster at his hip.

Trextan leaned back, bringing the steaming box of spiced noodles with him. High above a dark wedge lingered menacingly in the blood-red evening sky.

It was time to leave.

 

[Peyton Steele]

Objective 1: Blockade Run
Location: LunarWind XS Light Freighter

“Alright, so that is some blockade. Even we get ourselves into the system and on world… then what, Steele?” Zale looked over her shoulder and shook her head. Pointing at the star destroyers and knowing they had a few breakbulk freighters bringing in the supplies, and other freighters were focusing on the escort. Peyton didn’t have a plan for what was going on here. But she was starting to come up with an idea. A few freighters were making their way towards the Eravana. Good, sure, go save the Silver, Jedi were important here, after all. But she had her own task at hand.

Sliding into the co-pilot’s seat, Peyton brought up a holo of what she had here and what wasn’t far behind. Good. She started sounding off specific freighters. “Y'all are my primary landing team, you have essential personnel and supplies. Get to the planet. The rest of you? You’re striking. If the fleets arrive when they’re in this position, we’re in for it.”

She launched a call out to one of the Underground retainer fleets. It was a bit of a ragtag little local militia, not much more than a few Marauder corvettes and an early model SoroSuub Liberator. They were going to have to get here fast, but once they did, they’d be completing hit and run raids on the blockade.
“Fyre, this is Peyton Steele of the Underground. You just wake up? Found a world holding Imperials and radical Dark Judges. Here to liberate the sector from their influence. Eravana is new, don’t know what she’s doing here.” She closed off the outbound channel and looked at Zale.

“Get us in closer to that lead ship.” She pointed to the larger of the star destroyers. The pilot gave a quick nod.

“Sure thing, Lieutenant.”

[member="Dax Fyre"]

 

[Cathul Thuku]

Objective 1: Blockade run
Allies: ORC [member="Peyton Steele"]
Enemies: Rogue Imperials, Dark Judges

After the events on Sisio, Therapy Command reinforced patrols around ORC space, with medvac available at a moment's notice when needed. But here it was a relief mission, with medvac best kept out of firing range of those Star Destroyers. The trick being that, now that she was in the CIC of the ANS Himmler, previously used on Chalcedon as the flagship of her then-padawan (now back to Dagobah last she heard about her), fighting two Star Destroyers was going to last for a while, even escorted. However, she needs not be concerned with firing arc as much as with the old hull. She was positioned aft of the enemy perhaps, upon reversion, but then again, because the missiles fitted onboard were guided, it didn't matter on which arc the enemy was. What did matter then was on which arc would the missiles impact, especially if the enemy ships could turn around faster than the Himmler could. And, if the missiles impacted the underside or aft arcs, it would be more effective than on the other arcs: topside, broadsides or fore. With battle readiness being established, it was time for them to start fighting the enemy.

"Targets locked in!" the chief gunnery officer announced, shortly after the shields were raised.

"Fire!"

 

[Nida Perl]

Objective 3: Get Rescued, Not Married
Bird Fiancee: [member="Kingsley"]
Hopefully Homies: [member="Dax Fyre"] | [member="Trextan Voidstalker"]

Of course her age wouldn’t be a problem, why would it? Nothing Nida had conjured up so far had given Kingsley cause for concern.

Nida sucked in another breath, trying to figure out another angle when the Hiitian suddenly got in close, running his slimy talons through her hair. Fighting back the urge to gag, Nida feigned concern for their ‘relationship’. “Maybe we should, uhm…press pause on this? I don’t think that Yula would be happy and I need time to…convince her.” Convince her to send this bird man somewhere far, far, far away from her. Oh, how much easier this all would have been if she had her sister’s courage!

“Y…yes. Overwhelming.” Finally something they could agree on. Nida swallowed thickly, desperately grasping onto whatever she could to stall the impending nuptials. “You know, on Zeltros, it’s customary for the groom to have a bachelor party the night before the wedding. I—I wouldn’t want to deprive you of a tradition so precious to my people!”

Being carried by the Jawas was awkward and uncomfortable, enough to cause Nida to vaguely struggle in the ties that bound her wrists together.

 

[Dax Perl]

Objective: 3, but wait a second...what did she say?
Kidnappers: [member="Kingsley"]
Hopefully Helping Hands and the Less Troublesome Niece: [member="Trextan Voidstalker"] | [member="Nida Perl"]

"Fyre, this is Peyton Steele of the Underground. You just wake up?" was the first response Dax got. The man couldn't help but grin a little bit. Good to hear a voice he recognized. "Found a world holding Imperials and radical Dark Judges. Here to liberate the sector from their influence. Ervana is new, don’t know what she’s doing here."

Hold up...Dark Judges?

"I'm sorry, Steele, maybe being in a coma fethed up my hearing, but did you say Dark Judges? As in my fething boys going big bad?" Sure...coma...that's the story Dax was going to go with. Not, died and transferred his consciousness into a clone, trapped in a incubator tube for however many years and then trying to kill an old friend once he was released...Coma sounded much better.

But on more pressing matters...what the hell had happened since Dax disappeared? Dax knew he had dark side users among his ranks, hell he was one himself, but for some to become so called 'Dark Judges'? The man was going to have to have a serious talk with whoever was in charge since he'd gone.

 

[Trextan Voidstalker]

Objective: Be wherever Kinglsey is being written
Location: Space port


"Closed?"

"Move along.".

"You can't just close a spaceport!" argued Trextan. Apparently the three stormtroopers in front of him thought that they could.

"Terrorist are in space citizen. We have to secure the star port. Do you have some ID citizen?"

Trextan could tell it was just a tactic to make him go away. No one had a legitimate ident card out here and the troopers almost certainly had no system with a register of people. They might as well have threatened to put a blaster bolt through his head.

Trextan held his group for a few tense seconds. The port was crawling with troopers and mercenaries. Trextan had no way of knowing who was in space and whether 'terrorists' meant an even more dangerous faction. So many warlords with a handful of destroyers.

Trextan slowly turned away, keeping down a flash of anger. The port was too large to have them watching every way in or out.

 

[Gideon Saigo]

THE ROUGHNECK HELLION​

OUTER BPFASSH SYSTEM​

OBJECTIVE: HUNT KINGSLEY​

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"How the feth do you have a tap in to Underground communications?"

Jair recently met four Mandos by pure accident on a job of purging a tibanna gas refinery on Bespin from malfunctioning droid infestation. One of which was his current companion Mar. The duo paired to tackle the same bounty - a smuggler called Kingsley - not far from Bespin where Jair left his fee on the repairs of his own ship while accompanying Mar on hers.

There was an effort of keeping the ship flying and up to date, considering its ancient design, but it still resembled the state of the Mandalorians across the galaxy. One word just couldn't describe its state.

"Wait, hold on." Jair zoomed in at the sensor arrays, sitting on the highly uncomfortable co-pilot seat. "Imperial fethin' Star Destroyers."

"Looks like a blockade for some reason. Great. This day keeps getting better." Ordo muttered. "Okay, I won't ask again how you got that tap in but you sure you can't get a clearer picture of the happenings here from their channels? Maybe we get lucky and pinpoint that bird we're huntin'."

[member="Mar Kerser"]​

[member="Kingsley"] [member="Trextan Voidstalker"] [member="Dax Fyre"] (?)​

 

[Maokai Bantam]

Objective 2: Distract planetary security / Bring the law to those who had forsaken it...
Location: Landing pad
Allie(s): [member="Kyle Farnes"]

Seemed as though another asset was in the area as the scrambling imperials divided their forces taking all but the traitor Orator with them. He stayed walking now out in the open seeming to dare Maokai to shoot him.

"Been a few yarns kid, still riding the coat tails of your dad or have you decided to stand on your own two feet?" Orator shouted in the direction Maokai was taking cover.

Mako didn't answer instead he lined up the shot and fired, only to watch it stopped by a person shield as it activated and dispersed the bolt in a shimmering flash. Fether had time to activate a personal shield, one he no doubt had procured from the armory, no matter Mako had been training for this, his time with Master [member="Tiland Kortun"] would not be wasted. He decided to return the rifle to his back and slowing begin to move down the hill toward the corrupt judge.

"Smart move kid, but it ain't gonna be that easy. You're gonna need to come down and face me face to face, like a man it you got the stones!"

"You always did have a big mouth Orator, but I ain't some dumb kid you can goat anymore. So tell me how much did it take for you to turn your back on your kin, on the law traitor?"

"More talons then you will see in a life time as a Judge tin badge, enough to retire to a tropical planet, and enjoy the company of my own pleasure slaves."

 

[Elani Demaris]

T H E . R O U G H N E C K . H E L L I O N​

O U T E R . B P F A S S H . S Y S T E M​

O P E N . C O N T R A C T​

[member="Jair Ordo"] | [member="Kingsley"] | [member="Trextan Voidstalker"] | [member="Dax Fyre"] | [member="Nida Perl"]​

Did he ever shut up?

It seemed from the moment they’d met on Bespin, Jair Ordo had kept up a steady stream of nonsense and babble. As if trying to fill the empty conversational void that would have otherwise hung between them, intent on picking up any slack on her behalf and more besides. Already she was beginning to regret not driving her blade home when she had a chance. Only the prospect of that bounty stood between him and a repeat performance. That and blood was difficult to clean from the Corellian leather upholstery.

‘Credits.’ Mar responded when he pressed her again for the source of her information, her fingers somehow managing to convey her irritation in only a few crisp motions of her free hand. Unlike her, money talked. Admittedly not quite as much as Jair Ordo, but enough to open a few doors and acquire a few codes. There was never a shortage of scoundrels and turncoats looking to make a few extra creds on the Outer Rim.

Or trouble, it seemed.

That Blockade would certainly complicate matters. Between the sensor jammers, trace dampers and bafflers, she was confident that the Hellion had enough tricks up its sleeve to keep it off the Imperial’s sensors, but that confidence only stretched so far. They couldn’t afford to reckless charge around. They had to play it safe and subtle; easily her two least favourite words in any language. Right up there with ‘moist’, ‘slurp’ and ‘mucus’.

‘Eyes. Open.’ She signed towards the chatterbox Mando, gesturing towards the control panel in a manner that brokered no complaints. ‘Ears. Open. Find.’

Much like the Hellion, Kingsley’s vessel couldn’t remain hidden for too long. It was only a matter of time before they picked up the trail. The only real, fifteen thousand credit question was if she could withstand the urge to vent Jair in the meantime.

 

[Gideon Saigo]

THE ROUGHNECK HELLION​

OUTER BPFASSH SYSTEM​

OBJECTIVE: HUNT KINGSLEY​

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T-visor lens turned to her, as usual, laconic response.

"Right. Credits. Quite informative."

He turned back to the control panel she had gestured at and began tweaking with the controls when a demon slipped out of the speaker startling the Ordo and nearly driving him off his seat.

"O shabuir, what...the feth was that?"

Jair played with the controls once more and that thing roared again.

"Wait, wrong button. These are some...notification settings for...however the hell you read that." he attempted reading it again but gave up. It was as gibberish as Mar's way of communicating.

<<"Rrrrawwk! -STATIC- I haven't felt like this since -STATIC- overwhelming it can all seem. Finding -STATIC-"

Ordo felt tainted till oblivion after hearing the transmission. His face beneath the buy'ce darkened with disgust.

"I won't even ask." he grumbled and went to change the setting but halted. "Chit. You see what I am seeing - the transmission correlates with that distress signal you tapped in. Any way you could triangulate that to some coordinates?"

"And maybe without ticking off all the Outer Rim rebel rats and imperials in the vicinity?"

[member="Mar Kerser"]​

[member="Kingsley"] | [member="Trextan Voidstalker"] | [member="Nida Perl"] | [member="Dax Fyre"]​

 

[Thirdas Heavenshield]

OOC: Invited by [member="Nida Perl"]
Objective 3: Rescue his girlfriend
Location: Hyperspace > Bpfassh orbit

He'd gone and done something his parents would not have approved of very much. Then again, very few in the galaxy actually did approve of someone stealing a military vessel. Hutts and Jawas came to mind.

When he'd received Nida's distress signal, it gave him the final proof of her abduction. She'd been missing for days, according to the personnel at Dagobah where she'd been stationed for a time. The first sign of something being wrong was her missing their scheduled holo-call one night; they would always stay up chatting later than perhaps they should have. The night after that, still no word from her. It was supposed to be another one of those boring assignments, with little to nothing exciting happening. At least, that was the impression he'd gotten.

Contacting the people at Dagobah yielded little in terms of where she could have disappeared to, having only been able to confirm that she was in fact no longer on the planet. Then her distress signal appeared, and tracking down its source became his sole purpose from now on.

He needed a ship to take him there, but this was no military operation or even some clandestine black ops mission. So, in an act of desperation and foolhardiness, Thirdas felt compelled to steal a one-man ship from the space port at the Silver Rest and head out on his own before anyone could stop him. He wasn't missing much anyway - paperwork, mostly.

Nida was the person most dear to him, and he would see her safely back home one way or another.

Exiting hyperspace, before him the world known as... Okay, what in the actual hell is with that name? How are you supposed to pronounce that? Is the B silent, or the P?

Whatever. He was here, and in spite of his lack of Jedi training, he could tell she was too.

 

[Kyle Farnes]

Objective 2: Distract Security, Provide Cover
Location: Landing Pad District

The real trick with missions like this, were to find the right target. The Coalition wanted to work with this world, but the Dark Judge extremeists? They were making it difficult, giving the Imperial interests something to use for a foothold. That was not going to stand, not here in the Outer Rim. They had no use for the Empire, defunct, active, or wannabe. If he wasn’t declared a Warden, the Mandalorian would perhaps have tried to become a Judge, but he wasn’t sure that gave him what he wanted.

A Warden allowed him to protect people, maybe even hunt others. The right jobs, essentially.

But it didn’t matter. Now he was in a firefight. The Rim Mandalorian had rolled to his feet. With one blaster out, he was already firing at the incoming troopers. He hadn’t seen the Dark Judge yet, hadn’t seen them come run around the corner and crash for cover. His left arm was up as well, an outward first. When the Judge came? That was why he had the stuncord ready.

One trooper, two…

There was noise elsewhere, but the Mandalorian was focused on his quarry.

Come out, Dark Judge.

[member="Maokai Bantam"]

 

[Kingsley]

BULK FREIGHTER ERAVANA​

OUTER BPFASSH SYSTEM​

INTERNAL PA: ELVIN BISHOPhttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DyMMEmwFQUE​

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"Utinni!" at the mention of a bachelor party the jawas unceremoniously dropped [member="Nida Perl"] to the freighter deck and began chattering excitedly among themselves.

Kingsley was still quietly seething at the mention of his would-be bride's older sister Yula but something about her concern for his wedding experience struck a chord in his withered heart nevertheless. Setting aside dark thoughts on how he would 'convince' the elder Perl with a flame caster, he considered his betrothed's proposition on its own merit. Bachelor parties were not a completely alien concept to him for hiitians had a somewhat similar custom albeit with far more blood feuds. He wasn't sure where he would find someone who wanted him dead on idyllic Bpfassh but if a party made the future Mrs. Kingsley happy then a party he would deliver.

"Cute and selfless," the bird gushed at his grounded and flailing zeltron prisoner, "As you wish, my darling. Rrrrawk! Put her in a cargo container and watch her."

His crew tried to lift Nida back up, but after a few drops the jawas huddled together briefly before simply dragging her towards the bow transport grid. The freighter's bridge, forward hold, and passenger bays only made up a small portion of its dimensions. Most of their bulk cargo was hoarded into hundreds of industrial shipping containers attached to a central grid. Originally there must have been some organizational scheme but under Captain Kingsley there was no rhyme or reason to any of it. The Eravana was a veritable labyrinth.

"I'll check on you in a moment sweetie," he absentmindedly waved away whatever protests his fiancée offered while being hauled off and clambered up a maintenance ladder to the upper decks.

"Hunya reve! Gogowa!"

"I don't care about your stupid zodiac," the smuggler snarled and cuffed First Mate Iziz across the head upon entering the bridge.

The little jawa was sent sailing into a sensor station. Iziz groaned and collapsed in a heap next to sparking instruments. Completely ignoring several obvious warning signs that the system was currently alive with activity, he strode right over to the freighter's comms and began to confidently broadcast on an open channel instead of aiming his signal at the planet ([member="Dax Fyre"], [member="Thirdas Heavenshield"], [member="Mar Kerser"], [member="Jair Ordo"], [member="Trextan Voidstalker"]). In many ways the captain was entirely unqualified to be flying a ship of this class or any class really.

"Operator?" Kingsley echoed the word a few times as if that had ever been a thing, "Who do I speak to down there about hiring some exotic dancers?"