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

[Nida Perl]

Objective 3: Get Rescued, Not Married

Bird Fiancee: [member="Kingsley"]

Hopefully Homies: [member="Dax Fyre"] | [member="Trextan Voidstalker"] | [member="Thirdas Heavenshield"] | [member="Jair Ordo"] | [member="Mar Kerser"]

“Oof!” The mention of a party had somehow triggered the Jawa’s release button. Nida hit the floor of the ship with a solid smack, fortunately the drop wasn’t big enough to make her see stars.

She was free to inch away as Kingsley took the bait, but Nida didn’t make it very far before her captor demanded she be stored in the cargo hold. “Wh-what?” That did not sound comfortable. Or safe. “Please, maybe—maybe we could get a hotel on the surface? It would be far more romantic, do you not agree?” And it would make her more visible, with more chances to escape the bird’s clutches.

But he just waved her off, preoccupied with planning the bachelor party she’d planted in his head. As the Jawas attempted to hoist her over their heads only to drop her, Nida started to wonder if this was going to work out in her favor. After a few tries, they managed to get her upright and shuttle her into the labyrinthine cargo hold comprised of hundreds of identical shipping containers. The Jawas couldn’t seem to decide on which container to put her in, arguing with each other in their native language as one pulled Nida one way, while a different Jawa pulled her into another direction. There didn’t seem to be much of a difference in their respective decisions, but in the end Nida found herself dumped into a nondescript shipping container.

From there, she crawled her way into the back corner and tried to reassess her situation. She’d been nabbed from Dagobah, and woke up on a mysterious freighter engaged to a terrifying Hittian scoundrel. This was the sort of thing that Yula often wound up in not her. “Oh…” She exhaled slowly, lower lip trembling as she realized how easily she’d been swiped. “What am I going to do…” She should have been stronger, should have been a better Jedi. Bringing both bound hands up to her face, Nida wiped at the corners of her eyes, squinting in pain when she felt the now-tender skin beneath her left eye. Maybe she could convince Kingsley to let her go to the surface and buy some makeup to cover the bruise—every girl wants to look pretty on her wedding day, right?

The thought of her impending wedding sent her stomach reeling. She didn’t want to get married, much less to some disgusting bird! Ah oh, what would Thirdas think? Would she ever see him again? She would much rather be in this position with him than Kingsley, as evidenced by her flushed cheeks at the thought. Thirdas wouldn’t want her to cry, that much she knew.

Kingsley’s second-in-command had stumble down into the cargo hold, dazedly stepping into the shipping container in order to assess his master’s future misses. Noticing the Jawa’s unsteady steps, Nida called out to him. “Are you injured?” There was genuine concern in her voice, as Nida felt a measure of empathy for the Jawas after seeing how they were being treated. Iziz stepped towards her, chittering away in his native tongue and holding his head.

Nida smiled sadly at the little fellow. “I’m sorry…I don’t speak Jawa.” She didn’t understand that he was regaling her with the tale of Kingsley’s latest abuse, but she did understand the way he was holding his head. “Let me take a look at that. Here—” She pressed her open palms to the Jawa’s hood, attempting to call on the Force but found her connection severely weakened. Nida frowned, remembering the collar around her neck; a neural disruptor that dampened her ability to heal. “I’m sorry. I can help you, but you’ll need to remove this restraint from me first.” Her hands went to the collar around her neck, big magenta eyes wide and pleading.

 

[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[/SIZE]​

Jair Ordo | Kingsley | Trextan Voidstalker | Dax Fyre | Nida Perl | Thirdas Heavenshield

<<Operator? Who do I speak to down there about hiring some exotic dancers?>>​

That last wave of chatter provided the breadcrumb they needed for the Hellion’s sensor suite to triangulate a position. Better yet, it hinted that the quarry was not only seemingly oblivious to the target that was currently being painted on his back in the ORC transmissions, but that there was a bounty on his head, too. Challenging hunts were to be celebrated and remembered, but this job was purely about the credits. Those earned turning in a birdbrain fool spent just as well as the next.

The Hellion whurred softly as the engines were dialed down to a bare minimum before finally being shut down, the vessel left to drift slowly on from the built up forward momentum. She didn’t know what kind of sensors the Bird creature had onboard his vessel, but there was no point in taking chances. A ship running dark was harder to detect. A ship with anti-sensor coating even more so. With a little luck, and a bit of finiggling on the the current flight path, they shouldn’t be detected until they were almost alongside the vessel. At which point...

‘Cutters. Go.’ She signed impatiently to the other Mandalorian, all but pushing him away from the co-pilot console and towards the weapons locker stored at the aft of the vessel. The pair of Skeleton Key Omnicutters she had kept from a previous job on Terminus would make for an ideal quick entry. With one last minute spent double checking the calculation, Mar sealed her helmet and cycled the filters before making her way to the docking hatch.

It was time to pluck that chicken.

 

[Akash Guul]

THE ROUGHNECK HELLION​

OUTER BPFASSH SYSTEM​

OBJECTIVE: HUNT KINGSLEY​

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=08h0IVs4RKQ​

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If the Bespin job was anything to go by, Mar certainly didn't look like the silent type when it came to combat and making an entry. Unlike her muteness. The cutters made quick job of the smuggler's vessel's hull and as the chunk of rusty durasteel fell back, Mar took point with Jair right behind her, blaster pistol in one hand aiming to put out any unlucky crew member scum out of their misery.

Like Kerser, Jair wasn't much of the Mando who sneaked invisibly through shadows. As a good marksman he was agile and sniffed out routes to vantage points that suited him but stealth was not his trump card in any case.

"Let's find a way to the bridge before this loon figures out we're here." it was kind of hard not to figure out he was being boarded. "...why the hell does everything look the same."

His vision was filled with carbon copies of identical cargo containers.

"Uh..." Jair scratched his helmet and looked around. A whistled melody took his attention to a little jawa carelessly pushing a repulsor cart forward. "Hey, you little feth!"

Ordo's illogical announcement sent the Jawa scurrying in haste away from his sudden pursuers. The Mandalorians were about to reach him when the doors to a neatly concealed turbolift closed before their eyes nearly snapping Jair's hand. He turned his head at Mar.

"Um...Slicing. Go?"

[member="Mar Kerser"]​

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

 

[Dax Perl]

Objective 3: Exotic Dancer...go?
Niecenapper: [member="Kingsley"] and Crew
...Not Exotic Dancers?: [member="Mar Kerser"] | [member="Jair Ordo"]
Friendly Friends: [member="Nida Perl"] | [member="Trextan Voidstalker"] | [member="Thirdas Heavenshield"]

"Operator? Who do I speak to down there about hiring some exotic dancers?"

Dax blinked twice at the massive stupidity of whoever was operating that ship's comm system. The man quickly marked the position of the outgoing transmission before sending one last message to Steele, "Looks like they're playing my song. Good luck out there, Steele. Happy hunting." Dax switched back to the channel the initial call came from, "I've got a whole a harem of exotic dancers for ya bud! All yours if you just open up your hanger bay for me!" the ex-Marshall radioed out...he couldn't believe he was doing this. But then again, he had somehow agreed to take part in Mr. Heartbeat that one time...this couldn't be that different.

 

[Maokai Bantam]

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

The dark lawman and the pink skin law bringer had closed to within spiting distance. As Maokai approached he let his Yarva “Sunshine” Revolver do the talking for him. He was about to waste his breath on trading barbs with this traitor. He instead continued to weaken the person shield surrounding Orator as he peppered it with charged plasma rounds. But his plan was not without its' own set of problems. His abdomen burned from where he had failed to dodge a heavy blaster bolt Orator had sent his way and armor had taken most but not all the damage. His left shoulder was also blacken but his coat deflected most of that damage as well.

"Your skills have improved considerably son of Bantam, but it is time to end this..."

Just as Maokai was about to let another volley fly at the traitorous dark judge he pull back and pressed his hands forward sending a massive force push toward him. As it approached Mako didn't have time to dodge it, and so braced for the incoming attack.

"Feth, this is gonna hurt." he muttered as stiffened up to try and resist.

 

[Frielle Kinniak]

Outer Bpfassh System
The Qira
BYOO

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"How'd it go?" Xadia inquired, the Zabraki's hands on the lever as the Qira entered the system.

Frielle exhaled and looked over at Xadia. "It went, I suppose as well as anything else."

"Grandma didn't leave you with a billion credits this time, shame that." Risos quipped from the side of his mouth.

Both women rolled their eyes and for Frielle the urge to sock the Cathar in the jaw rose quickly. She kept the focus on navigating the Qira, "you reading this?" She adjusted the ship's sensors and got another scan going. "I don't like this at all..."

"Let's get down to the planet and avoid the mess then, so c'mon out with, Grandma leave you with credits?" Risos wasn't going to let this go, his ear twitched a moment he had never been a fan of Frielle visiting some long lost relative, an Imperial no less. It would, in his opinion, only be a matter of time before Frielle would be forced to choose. Her loyalties could only be to either the Alliance or the Empire.

Xadia didn't quite care - it was nice that Frielle had discovered more relatives and a larger family than she already knew.

"You don't have to say anything."

"To answer the question, no she did not leave me with a billion credits." Frielle's eyes narrowed on the sensors again, "I really have a bad feeling about this, maybe we should l-"

"No, no we shouldn't if you have a bad feeling then let's get dirt side."

"Fine, we'll go dirt side." Frielle sighed and pushed the Qira toward the planet proper.

 

[Trextan Voidstalker]

Objective 2: Get into space, meet [member="Kingsley"]
Location: Landing pad
Nearby: [member="Maokai Bantam"] [member="Kyle Farnes"]

"Operator? Who do I speak to down there about hiring some exotic dancers?"

The signal came out of the comm unit on his belt. Whilst he had removed some of the tech from his arm to make a space for his lightsaber it was still a military grade comms unit. It just made his comm unit buzz because Trextan thought that talking to his own wrist made him look like an idiot.

"You realise you've just broadcast that message?" Trextan decided to reply. He had noticed that two of the guards were following him at a conspicuous distance.

Trextan heard blaster fire in the distance. More than that, he felt the Force being used. He wondered who was ordering strippers in the middle of all this.

"Hey? How about that ID?"

Trextan didn't turn around, he simply changed direction into a side street. He heard them jogging after him.

 

[Kingsley]

BULK FREIGHTER ERAVANA​

OUTER BPFASSH SYSTEM​

INTERNAL PA: NEW RADICALS​

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"Uwanna..." Iziz cooed, nuzzling his head against [member="Nida Perl"]. His yellow eyes were as wide as saucers, and it did not take a genius to realize his intentions were not so innocent.

“I’m sorry. I can help you, but you’ll need to remove this restraint from me first.”

The little jawa cocked his head at her. Comprehension slowly dawned after she kept pointing frantically at the neural dampener blocking her Jedi powers. He rummaged around in his robes and produced a small cylindrical baton. With the press of a button electricity crackled to life on the tip.

Her 'savior's' eyes reflected brightly off the glowing sparks as he maneuvered in to jab her with its business end.

"You realise you've just broadcast that message?"

"Rrrawk! Not my type," Kingsley ignored [member="Trextan Voidstalker"], trolling through his com log for likely prospects.

"I've got a whole a harem of exotic dancers for ya bud! All yours if you just open up your hanger bay for me!"

"Now someone's speaking my language!" the smuggler pounded his bridge console in delight, "Come on in friend. We'll work out the details when you land."

He activated the cargo bay controls and shut down the freighter's point defense system. On his way off the bridge to go welcome [member="Dax Fyre"] aboard he noticed that his first mate had abandoned his post. There would be time for disciplinary action, right now there was a pimp's harem out there in desperate need of attention.

Meanwhile in the aft transport grid a cluster of jawas were huddled around a stack of crates wagering socks in simple games of chance. One of the jawas rolled a crude die and cursed loudly, sweeping the pile of socks onto the floor. Another crewmate sprang to his feet and socked the sore loser in his hood. They both wrestled one another to the deck and the other jawas cheered them on, shifting their wagers to the result of the fight.

"Hunya! Huuunyaaaa!" the jawa who nearly escaped [member="Jair Ordo"] and [member="Mar Kerser"] scampered around the corner, fresh out of the turbolift.

Everyone turned to look at the intruder at once. After a few moments of silence, one of the wrestling jawa seized the opportunity to get a cheap shot in on his opponent. The others shrieked and jeered at this unexpected turn of events. The alarm raiser gawped at his comrades, then shrugged and started fumbling in his robes for any spare socks to wager.

 

[Kyle Farnes]

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

Holding… Holding… the Mandalorian was waiting. He could hear the sounds of combat, almost feel the others in the Force. He wasn’t a Jedi, not by any stretch, nor was he really a Judge. A bit gifted with the Force, he could time his shots better than most. But that was the extent of it. He was more than that, he had his skills, he had his armor.

He had his weapons.

Holding until he could hear the footfalls, his helmet assisting with the detection. A deep breath and he launched the stuncord with a small hook. His arm holding steady but the Dark Judge, more Force user than he hoped for had thrown the cord into a wall. It fried one of the lighting posts on the street. Shaking his head, Kyle opened fire with his DE-10. The Dark Judge rolled “This isn’t your fight, Mando.”

Kyle shook his head. He may not have been active in the Alliance, nor a part of the Coalition from the beginning but he was here now. He was assisting the Mandalorian Exiles and as a result the Coalition. Having collected credits from the Alliance, and now Talons, he was here to defend the freedom of the Rim.

“It is today.”

[member="Trextan Voidstalker"]
[member="Maokai Bantam"]

 

[Dax Perl]

Objective 3: Sneaky sneaky, findy niecey
Stupid Bird: [member="Kingsley"]
Poachers???: [member="Mar Kerser"] | [member="Jair Ordo"]
Friendly Friends: [member="Nida Perl"] | [member="Trextan Voidstalker"] | [member="Thirdas Heavenshield"]

"Now someone's speaking my language! Come on in friend. We'll work out the details when you land."
Well...that had been surprisingly easy...Dax veered towards the source of the outbound signal and slowly landed the Sparrow in the cargo bay. Alright...what now though? Only one thing he could do as far as he could tell...No, no Dax did not happen to have a slave Leia costume onboard he could use to disguise himself as an exotic dancer. As hilarious as that would have been, Dax decided to go for the less likely to be caught, but still fairly decent chance of being caught path. The man dropped the cargo bay doors of his ship and walked right out, hoping he wasn't seen by anyone who would wanna kill him as he walked right into the belly of the beast in search of Nida.

The man reached out with the Force, his broken signature probably hardly recognizable to...anyone really. Dax doubted Nate or Ki could even recognize it now. Even still, he hoped that if he found Nida's Force signature, she wouldn't shy away from him...

 

[Trextan Voidstalker]

Objective 2: Get into space, meet [member="Kingsley"]
Location: Landing pad
Nearby: [member="Maokai Bantam"] [member="Kyle Farnes"]

Trextan had turned into a dead end. It didn't matter for what he had planned. The young man pressed his back into a doorway and stayed as still as possible.

The two troopers stepped into the alley, clicking on the torches on their blasters. The white beams swung across the alley.

Trextan was no expert at mental manipulation but it wasn't hard to change their perception a little. Enough that the shadows around him deepened and their gazes slid off him easily.

"Rrrawk! Not my type," went the comm on his belt.

That he could not hide from their perception. Two flashes of red. The troopers fell. Trextan stepped out of the shadows with a blaster in his hand. It was time to leave.

 

[Cathul Thuku]

Objective 1: Blockade run
Allies: ORC
Enemies: Rogue Imperials

"We're taking fire aft!" the chief engineer reported, upon the enemy dorsal batteries opening fire.

Locking on the shield generator domes on top of the bridge tower is one thing, hitting them is another. As they were fired at, the two destroyers began to turn outward and try facing the Himmler's aft quarter, but as ponderous as they typically were, there was only one dorsal battery, one broadside each enemy destroyer could bring to bear against it, and all the remaining guns were aimed at the escorts whenever feasible. With the shield generators destroyed, or at least not operating at capacity, another volley began to be fired in earnest. Then came her favorites: Skors opening heavy, 420mm HVC fire at the underside reactor domes. These rogue Imps are in for a penny, in for a pound by now. For them there was no turning back, and they sent their fighters after the Himmler, but not without realizing the escorts all seemed to have some anti-fighter defenses. Bombers were prioritized since their fighters weren't outfitted with ordnance and didn't pose the same threat. What kind of rogue Imps would deploy fighters that have no ordnance, nor hyperdrives? Did they buy some antiquated design? she thought.

 

[Zyra Crowe]

://Astra-Class Freighter Mudhugger
://Objective: II, Distract Planetary Security
://Allies: [member="kyle farnes"] | [member="trextan voidstalker"] | [member="maokai bantam"]
://Enemies: Dark Judges | Imperial Forces

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Zyra crouched in the hold of the Astra-Class Freighter Mudhugger, her armors comms giving her updates about the Undergrounds efforts to distract the planetary security forces from interfering with the blockade running. Mudhugger had been on the ground for roughly a week, having come in as a legitimate light freighter with a local bound shipment, that just happened to have engine trouble on descent. The specialized parts of the freighter meant they had to weight for a replacement to be shipped. The part wasn't really needed, they could lift off with a few minutes notice, and were part of the emergency evacuation of Underground personnel if things did not go well.

Zyra had been out and about as the "Captain" of the Mudhugger previously, though she had not been in armor or uniform at those points. She had been as dressed down as she ever got, and only had had her pistol at hand. She had felt decidedly naked, and uncomfortable, like a freighter captain would when grounded. It had been a good plan, and had left the ship unmolested for the week until this point.

Reports of blaster fire in and near the space port was her queue to deploy. She palmed her helmet closed and sealed, checked her carbine one last time, then keyed her mic.

"Exiles are go. Roughrider work the perimeter of the port, stay mobile. Mudhugger go to close in defense, no one near without proper clearance. Everyone else pick an Underground transponder when they activate and assist as able." She ordered, her squad wasn't big but they did their jobs well. Their pilot opened the hold, and Zyra dropped out with three of her squad. Once clear, the Roughrider landspeeder zoomed out with the remaining two of her squad. It lit off all engines and bee lined for the nearest part of the perimeter.

Zyra crouched outside the ship with her three backup troopers, getting eyes on everything she could while the loading ramp closed on the hold. Once it was sealed, she was up and jogging toward where the reports of blaster fire had come from. They crossed into the terminal without running into anyone, and she held up two fingers and pointed to the door as she passed through. The last two troopers peeled off and found positions near the door one watching the landing field and the other watching the doors. Zyra and her last trooper went through, moving at a walk now, carbine muzzles scanning left and right as they moved.

Booted feet running caused them to stop and move into concealment behind a trashcan. A small squad of local troopers jogged into the area and turned the corner. Zyra could barely make out comm traffic listing a trio of trespassers to be apprehended if possible.

"Center mass." She ordered, sliding out of concealment just enough to clear her carbine. She took the rearmost trooper with a single shot, then switched to the next as her companion started with the forward most. She wasn't the biggest fan of taking enemies by surprise, but the mission always came before personal feelings, so she tamped down her ire and shame, and continued her mission.

 

[Thirdas Heavenshield]

Objective 3: Rescue GF
Location: Bulk Freighter
Goodest Goodies: [member="Dax Fyre"] | [member="Jair Ordo"] | [member="Mar Kerser"] | [member="Nida Perl"]
Baddest Baddies: [member="Kingsley"]

Just as many others had more than likely intercepted the open-channel message originating from a suspicious-looking freighter orbiting Bpfassh, Thirdas didn't know what to make of it. Who... Who sends a message like that, and don't use a secure channel? Was someone just trolling him at this point?

Uncharacteristically, Thirdas took a moment to use what little knowledge of the Force he possessed to try and locate Nida's presence. He sat back in his seat and closed his eyes, trying to delve into the Force like someone trained would, only with far more difficulty and far less reliability. Being in space, there were only a few signatures to make out rather than an entire city's worth for instance, and he reached out to grab the stick to manually steer his stolen fighter where his instincts told him to. Minutes passed, as beads of sweat ran down his temples from over-exertion. All the while his eyes remained closed, and so it came as quite a surprise when he finally opened them to see before him that same freighter that had transmitted the message from before.

"Exotic dancers, huh," his brows furrowed, putting two and two together. The idea of someone kidnapping Nida while on a peaceful mission, and a Jedi, to force into becoming an exotic dancer was sickening. The fact that it was Nida made his blood boil.

It was then that it seemed the owner of said freighter was receiving visitors, for all of a sudden its defenses powered down and the cargo bay opened its shutters for an approaching vessel to enter. "Well, kark you too, buddy!"

All or nothing. Thirdas put his engines on full blast, closing the few kilometers between him and the freighter in but a few seconds and went straight for the cargo bay before they had a chance to deny anyone else access. He came in at full speed and only just managed to slow his advance enough to "land" inside the large room, sliding along the metallic floor until a bunch of heavy crates made him come to a full stop.

At this stage he cared little for a diplomatic solution and leaped out of the fighter cockpit with weapon drawn, aiming his blaster at whomever and whatever he could find. He'd likely caused a real ruckus storming the cargo bay and expected to be swarmed with hired guards or something. But there was nothing, not even an alarm. How... was that even possible? Surely someone must have heard him? Perhaps they were simply awaiting his arrival, confidently luring him into their trap. Didn't really matter - he would find Nida either way.

Blaster first he entered the closest corridor, stepping lightly and peeking around each and every corner, and cleared each room he encountered in a perfect sweep-and-clear. [member="Tulan Kor"] would be proud. No shooting had broken out yet though, so then again maybe not.

"Uh, hello? Is there anyone in this entire junkpile of a ship? I'm here for the girl!" He shouted at seemingly no-one. He'd never thought a rescue mission as desperate as his would be so empty and uneventful... tedious, even. At least give him something to shoot!

 

[Nida Perl]

Objective 3: Get Rescued, Not Married

Bird Fiancé: [member="Kingsley"]

Confirmed Homies: [member="Dax Fyre"] | [member="Trextan Voidstalker"] | [member="Thirdas Heavenshield"] | [member="Jair Ordo"] | [member="Mar Kerser"]

“Oh, uh…” Nida scooched back a little further as the Jawa nuzzled against her, feeling the awkwardness of the situation begin to spiral. She thought he was sympathetic to her plea, until he produced a stun baton that crackled threateningly at the tip. “W-wait!” Her plea was lost as Iziz thrust the device against the dampening collar around Nida’s neck, effectively sending the Zeltron into a brief convulsion. When she was finished being electrocuted, Nida slumped against the side of the cargo container, exhausted but conscious. Little wisps of smoke rose from her skin while she lingered for a few moments.

Wearily, a pink hand latched around the smoldering remains of the collar and tossed it aside. A few moments later, Nida perked up upon realizing that she was free of that infernal device. “Thank you...I think.” She inhaled heavily, feeling her lungs swell with air and her ability to connect with the Force return. Forcing a smile, she turned to her savior who seemed rather pleased with the outcome. “As promised,” She placed her bound hands atop his head and concentrated, healing the damage that Kignsley had imparted on his first mate.

Closing her eyes, Nida delved further into the Force. “I am sorry.” Her hands trailed across where she imagined his forehead to be, robbing Izis of his consciousness and sending him into a dreamless sleep. After ensuring that he didn’t hit the floor, Nida crawled out of the shipping container and stood in a careful crouch.

She didn’t need the Force to know that the ship was under siege—whether it be bounty hunters, the coalition, or someone or something else, she did not know. The crashes, bangs and booms were enough for her to get the gist of things and fuel a sense of urgency. Several presences in the Force stood out to her—one vaguely familiar, but broken and corrupted. Another, was…Thirdas. Her heart skipped a beat and spurred her to weave through the maze of cargo containers, unsure of where she was going but hopefully somewhere closer to an ally.

“Thirdas….? Someone…?”

 

[Maokai Bantam]

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

Additional assets were obviously in the area, he could here the weapons fire and feel others disturbing the force. This mattered little as he struggled to lift himself from the rubble left over from the force wave he had just endured. Red left his lips in a large wet lump as he spit blood from his lungs that had been lacerated from the compression wave. As the blood splatted on the ground he looked over to see his efforts had not gone unrewarded, his last shot had finally overloaded his enemies personal shield. He had become distracted, thinking his attack had fell Maokai he was messing with the sizzling devise instead of finishing off the young judge.

Mako slowed his movements, he didn't want to make to much noise and break Orator from his distraction. Instead the deputy lawman reached for his side arm only to find it missing. So too was his rifle, both probably buried under the rubble he was crawling out from. The only weapon he could find with his knife still sheathed in his boot and it could have to do. Now just needed to see if I could sneak up on the fether.

 

[Kingsley]

BULK FREIGHTER ERAVANA​

OUTER BPFASSH SYSTEM​

INTERNAL PA: CUTTING CREW​

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"Uh, hello? Is there anyone in this entire junkpile of a ship? I'm here for the girl!"

"Yeah yeah, we're all here for the girls pal," Kingsley shambled into view only to find not one but two transports idling in his cargo hold. Man this guy wasn't messing around when he said harem, "Rrrrawk! So which one of you is the pimp?"

He inspected [member="Dax Fyre"] and [member="Thirdas Heavenshield"], completely oblivious to any tension the two imposters were feeling. The smuggler circled them both as if he were inspecting prized livestock. As far as sales pitches went it was certainly innovative, but he supposed he should have made it clear he wasn't in the market for any male dancers. Some cultures weren't as particular about gender as others. It was an honest enough mistake just so long as there were actually pretty ladies on board. Or maybe one was some kind of manservant? Kingsley didn't judge.

"Was there a problem with the transmission?" he planted his hands on both hips imperiously, staring the two warriors down, "I'm looking for females. Feeeemaaaales."

Strange feelings awakened in him. Oh well, when in Bpfassh.

"...fine. How much?"

Elsewhere on the Eravana, [member="Nida Perl"] crept through a maze of shipping containers scattered haphazardly about the bulk freighter's aft hold.

“Thirdas….? Someone…?”

"Omu'sata!"

"Hkeek nkulla!"

The table of gambling jawas froze, each pair of yellow eyes slowly turning to gape in silence at their escaped 'guest of honor'.

"Okka! Okka!"

Her spell was broken. The gang of tinkerers collapsed into one heap, tumbling over each other in a mad dash to seize Nida and return her to confinement.

 

[Trextan Voidstalker]

Objective 2: Get into space, meet [member="Kingsley"]
Location: Landing pad
Nearby: [member="Maokai Bantam"] [member="Kyle Farnes"] [member="Zyra Crowe"]

His notion of getting up into space and away from the world quickly were fast evaporating. He could feel the Force itself twist itself in a frenetic dance as battle was joined. He could hear gunfire from several directions now. His patience had been worn thin. The jedi notions of control and emotional detachment, he had decided, were some form of unobtainable nirvana.

He crossed a street, keeping his head low and turned into another wide road that led to the port. It took him four steps to realise that he was the only one in the road.

Ahead of him were several heavy duracrete blockage stones and an e-web. A number of dirty white helmets emerged and stared back at him.

"Turn around and go back!" called one of them.

Trextan reached out through the Force towards her, trying to influence her.

"You are going to let me through!" he called out. He seemed to be remarkably isolated out in the open.

"We are going to..." started the first speaker.

"Do as she told you!" came another voice. Trextan swore under his breath. He had never been skilled in the more subtle arts of the Force. He had been raised to fight.

"Please let me through! I just want to leave," he argued. Several rifles were pointing at him now. No one had bothered to turn the repeater in his direction.

"All air traffic is grounded. Put your hands over your head. You are being arrested."

"No. No. I don't have time for that."

Two of the troopers had already vaulted over the blockade. At least five more had weapons trained on him. All alone, facing at least three sections.

The compartment in his right arm slid open and a small mechanical arm thrust the cylinder into his hand. His silver blade ignited with a snap-hiss and he faced the blockade down.

 

[Frielle Kinniak]

Bpfassh
BYOO

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"Right...." Frielle looked around, "are you sure we're in the right space?"

"Pretty sure," Risos spat back confident that he had gotten them to where they needed to be.

The Zabraki shoved the Cathar off to the right, "we're lost aren't we?"

"No!" Risos exclaimed and the rising tide of anger could not only be heard in his voice but seen as his heckles rose and ears twitched. Frielle did her best not to comment and only popped up a small holographic map. Risos admittedly didn't want to look but knew that if he didn't then he had indeed gotten them lost and not taken them on the scenic route. "See, we're just taking the long way around."

"Ah for feth sakes, WE'RE LOST!" Xadia shot Risos a look.

Frielle sighed, "well we can stand here yelling about it or just keep moving, 'sides the boat isn't that far away, c'mon let's see if we can't find the spot Command wants us to mark out before the hammer falls."

 

[Peyton Steele]

She shook her head, getting the rest of the Coalition involved here was going to be smart, with the Dark Judges, and the response from Fyre was all she needed to know. “Not all of them, not the ones that the Underground watches, at least not most. Some are… troublesome.” And that was an understatement. But the world of Bpfassh? That seemed to hold something even bigger for the Coalition to consider.

Looking back to her pilot, she nodded. “Lets get moving.”

She heard the arrival of Therapy Command hit her scanners and nodded. Good, bigger guns. But they still needed to get the freighters down to the planet. It’d just take time. “Therapy, this is Coalition Freighter Convoy. You got our backs for this run?” Maybe they weren’t going to have to take a straight run, and could get to the surface.


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