The Crawl [TSE vs SJO]

[Kenth Typho]

Lola Sayu​

Silver Jedi Space​

Lola Sayu: cracked, sulfuric, deadly and difficult to navigate.

It was the perfect site for a prison.

The Citadel Station had been used in old times as a prison for Jedi prisoners by the Confederacy. Things change and once the Silver Jedi Order expanded outwards, the Citadel was refurbished and expanded as well - instead of Jedi prison it was used as a site for dangerous criminals, Sith, the worst their territory had to offer. The Sith Empire was rising and quickly gaining ground, world after world falling before them through a mixture of military strength and cutthroat diplomacy. It would not be long before the Sith’s eye falls on the Silver Jedi in earnest.

For this reason a top-secret mission was planned: reach Lola Sayu, infiltrate the prison and give freedom to the prisoners it attempts to contain within. Spread them out through their territories, let chaos rule and once the time of an invasion comes? Let them be spread out in their focus and attention.

Infiltrating the world had been the easy part with the assistance of the Sith Assassins.

But the rest? That would be difficult.

Those who accomplish this task would surely be rewarded greatly by the Dark Lord and his council. Prestige, titles, wealth and power… all ripe for the taking, as long as they get the job done.

Objectives

1. 
   Gain entry into the facility.
   
2. 
   Find the control room and hold it.
   
3. 
   Turn the security systems against the defenders.
   
4. 
   Rip and tear.
   

 

[Marek S'hadar]

Hate wasn't an emotion Jedi felt, and it was something Marek had worked long and hard to rid himself of. That said, he hated this fething planet. It was a miserable place filled with awful people. From slavers, to pirates, to Sith who'd lamented in cells since the fall of the incarnation of the Sith Empire he'd been sworn to. All of them had committed particularly heinous crimes, and all of them deserved to be rotting in their cells. But did he really deserve to be here?

Inspections were routine, he knew that, and he followed the council's orders when he'd been assigned to the present one, but from the start something felt wrong. Something had felt wrong on Ossus too, and soon after meteors and the First Order were hurling themselves at the world. Perhaps that was oversimplifying it, but the point remained the same; bad feelings from a Jedi Master usually meant bad things were to follow, and while that wasn't enough to justify throwing the prison into high alert, Marek most certainly was keeping his eyes peeled.

Standing over a holotable in the command center, Master S'hadar listened patiently as the warden explained the facility's needs. There was the typical stuff, repairs and perhaps some more supplies, but what was unusual was the massive bolster to the prison's garrison, which itself was already fairly sizable. With the First Order and the Galactic Empire encroaching on Silver territory and invading their worlds, it made sense that the Tortugan warden wanted more troops at her disposal. He'd promised to relay this to the council, and had promised her to see that the troops were allocated himself much to her relief.

With the meeting drawing to a close, Marek still could not rid himself of the feeling that something quite bad was about to happen. Again.

It was a rough week to be a Silver Jedi.

[member="Atlas Kane"]​

 

[WelshGuy]

Yuroic strolled through the hallways of the prison. His being here was to guard, it was a mundane job, some would say beneath him. But after all the action and attacks that the SJO suffered in recent months, it was nice to be sonewhere away from the action. Although the prison was not exactly a welcoming setting for him. So much hatred and anger, it was overwhelming at first.

Whistling softly to himself, he passed some dangerous criminals and wandered into the mess hall. His stomach rumbled, it had been a while since he last ate. Whatever was being cooked smelled good to him. Yuroic wiped the slight drool and ordered himself some food.

Sat at one of the tables, his mind drifted to his love. She had returned to him, it was great. Though darkness tainted her slightly, and she would never be the same. He found it a joy to see her, be with her once more.

 

[Lord Depravious]

REGION: OUTER RIM TERRITORIES
SECTOR: ALBARRIO SECTOR
PLANET: MYGEETO
ALLIES: THE SITH EMPIRE
OBJECTIVE: STEALTH PANDRYL KAES - AND MICROJUMP OUTSIDE SJO TERRITORY


Lord Depravious sat within his own personal temple that he had been building on Mygeeto to serve his own purposes. Aside from Bastion which was the Sith's capitol - Mygeeto sat dead center in the heart of Sith Space. He had known for a short time now that this raid on the prison in Lola Sayu would be happening; however, he had been waiting with baited breath for that precise moment that the command came down from the Dark Lord himself.

When word of the Dark Lords command spread through-out the Empire and emissary of the Dark Lord himself approached Lord Depravious on Mygeeto to inform him. A small smirk formed on the left side of the Sith Lords face as he finally got his wish - and could once again wreak some havoc.

The Sith Lords personal shuttle was dispatched into the space above Mygeeto where the Battle Group Pandryl Kaes patrolled the space above Mygeeto. The flagship of the small fleet was aptly named 'Pandryl Kaes' and Lord Depravious docked his shuttle in the Imperator-class Star Battle Cruiser. The Sith Troopers on-board immediately saluted the man and prepared an escort for him to the upper levels of the cruiser to the command deck.

"What is our set course m'lord? And should we bring the entire battle group?"

The commanding officer on deck had asked, as he saluted the Sith Lord. Often at times as well, the Sith Lord only brought the flag ship to places within Sith space as to protect Mygeeto while he continued construction there. This time was no different however, the Sith Lords fiery eyes darted over to the commanding officer where he waved his hand to dismiss the mans salute and let him rest at ease.

"Activate Stealth Drives, we're jumping the Pandryl Kaes to the space right outside Silver Jedi Territory. When we uncloak our fleet we will have a limited amount of time to act and free the prisoners on Lola Sayu before the Silver Jedi Order catches wind and jumps a much larger fleet into the system. I need several shuttle teams to be ready to shuttle the prisoners off world. You will not un-stealth our fleet until the Prisoners have been freed on the surface, understood commandant?"

Instantly the Commanding officer on deck once again saluted the Sith Lord with a firm nod.

"Sir, yes sir!"

The rest of the men on the command deck also echoed the statement to the Sith Lord, and with that the Pandryl Kaes activated her stealth drives. In the blink of an eye the entire presence of the flag ship vanished over the atmosphere of Mygeeto as Hyperdrives were also activated.

Spoiler

Ship Name: 'Pandryl Kaes' Ship Class: Imperator-class Star Battlecruiser
http://starwarsrp.ne...iser/?p=1567712

- Flag Ship

 

[Sky'ito Yumi]

Sukai grumbled to herself after the long day of searching, it seemed the force sensitive maundering Wookie that had dueled her on Coruscant had completely vanished from the Galaxy, most likely meeting his fate at the hands of some one, or something. Though that was not what she was in search of, it was the light-saber he carried, one of danger that seemed to corrupt its user, which led him to attack her in the first place, a tool not to be toy with.

The SJO prison was the last real place she could think of the search in, as no doubt that if the Sith got theirs hand on such an individual and said saber it would be rather common knowledge in the constant fighting. Though it seemed that the Wookie and his cursed weapon had faded into obscurity, Sukai could not figure if that was for better or for worse. Regardless the young apprentice needed a break from the fruitless search and had made her way into the cafeteria a few moments ago and was not sitting at one of its many tables, partaking in a small simple meal while mulling over the days event.

Soon another Jedi came in, one she had not yet met, but recognized by his looks and armor that they were at lest a knight, and had seen many battle, "I suppose it could not hurt to make plesant conversation". Picking up her tray Sukai wandered over to the man in question, his positive attitude being plane to see, unlike her the man must be having a good day "Hello there, ogenki deus ka?".

[member="Yuroic Xeraic"] l [member="Marek S'hadar"] l [member="Elliot Locke"]

 

[Kal Visna]

Most believe they are safe in the light, the rays that are cast down upon reveal so much and protects from so many. Why is there a need to fight the darkness if it is not here? "We must protect the light." Such emptiness in these words he has heard so many times. The light reveals so much... Yet our ignorance remains hidden, banished to the darkest depths of our very souls from where it steals our vision and covers our ears, it is one of the greatest form of darkness one can suffer... And if we allow it inside us, how can we say we belong to the light?

Kal Visna stood more serious and straight than ever before and believed his cause to be just, from head to toe he was covered in his new armor, lightsaber at his waist, a helmet covering and protecting his head with a hood over it. He and his fellow jedi have foreseen the results of this inaction, the Enclave was haven for all those who decided to no longer sit idle and fight the tide of darkness not just now, but whenever and wherever it will show. Kal found himself on the prison's hallways in search of a prisoner he hoped would have some answers, but nothing noteworthy was found. The dark side's dominion was ever growing, the enemy he was being trained to fight, an enemy that does not bleed or die and against whom a candle has been lit and that was all he needed.

"To lit a candle is to cast a shadow."

[member="Sky'ito Yumi"] [member="Yuroic Xeraic"] [member="Marek S'hadar"]

 

[Ronin Wendigo]

[member="Yuroic Xeraic"] & co


And so it was despite his better judgement Ronin found himself here disembarking from one the supply transport that had just landed. Having just come back from one of many somewhat unsanctioned expedition he'd embarked on as of late on his own. Where in after encountering the dark acolytes not to long ago and meeting up with Jardain again. Had all but added to the nagging doubt in his mind as to what had transpired during his time away.

That instead of suppressing the fear that he maybe find a way to come understand it. But then again in doing so he fear what the consequence could bring as well the unknown challenges that he might face. Knowing all too well in the back his mind that which had transpired when he did so in barely short period of time. As he is still haunted by the dying image of the acolytes death he figured this would be the best course of action to take.

Being that here among the midst of the most harden dangerous prisoner locked up there was very little chance any of them could me missed or such. If ever death came to any of them that perhaps it would be a good thing although in the back his mind part of him still wrestle with the idea and was still somewhat reluctant. He still came anyway after having been unexpected call upon to do so after one the recent transport of guards assigned there had fallen short.

 

[Valkren Calderon]

Colonel Valkren Calderon blinked as he stared out one of the observation deck windows, his bulky arms folded across the chest plate that completed the Katarn combat armor that he was clad in. His icy blue hues cut through the distance, the gaze traversing through the cracked and rugged terrain.

"Nice view?"

Valkren snapped out of it to turn to the source of the voice, only to spot another Antarian Ranger with the identical set of Katarn armor, only the mix of drawings and tally marks that decorated his own set was different from Valkrens.

"Jesus, Harris. Don't Karkin' do that, you know how this place makes me feel."

The newly arrived lieutenant chuckled, removing his helmet from over his head and tucking it underneath his left arm so the two could communicate face to face.

"Sorry about that, boss. I'm not sure I get what you don't like about this place." Harris spoke out as he took place besides Valkren, staring over at the unforgiving terrain.

"No neighbors..Great scenery..Even got your own river of fire to keep out those pesky neighbors ya' don't have!" The Lieutenant's voice almost sounded cheerful, as if the security inspection task the team of elite rangers had been assigned was more of a vacation to him. In truth, it was. Even fully suited-up, any place where someone wasn't shooting at them, it was R and R for the 'Radama Radiers' ranger unit.

"Fetthin' paradise, ain't it?"

"You know, I bet we could flip this place for a pretty penny to some jacka-"

"Alright, stuff it Harris." Valkren stated, grabbing his helmet in his left hand and turning on his heels to walk down one of the corridors of the ancient Citadel.

The Lieutenant only responded with a chuckle, following after Calderon down the multitude of corridors. The ranger unit had been stationed at the prison only temporarily along with a group of other Silver Jedi delegates to address the status of security at the prison. It was a tedious task, to say the least. While their specialists and engineers checked the defense systems and assured everything was working to the best of it's state, Valkren and a few of the other rangers were focusing on the personal of the prison. They'd take their time and rotate out groups of guards and non-combatant personal alike in shooting drills and obstacle courses. After hours and hours of hammering in the essentials, they had finally found a good stopping point, which had led the Colonel to his daydreaming state.

Walking with a purpose now, and with Harris close in tow, they made their way to one of the landing pads where their shuttle had originally been resting under a black tarp.

"Specialist Lowder, status?" The young ranger spoke into his earpiece, turning a sharp corner and passing by two armed guards, whom proceeded to give the pair of rangers respectful salutes, before returning to their normal patrol. The pair returned the salutes with hasty salutes of their own while almost power walking past the guards.

"Here, sir. Shuttle is prepped and ready for departure. Pad six."

"Copy that, hear that rangers? Landing pad six.. Be there, I don't want to have to come looking for any of you."

"Ya'll sure you wanna leave this place..Sure does have a nice vi-" Valkren had preemptly disconnected himself from the communications for that moment to avoid the joke. He could hear Harris attempt to disguise a chuckle as a cough from behind him. At this point, the young colonel only shook his head and smiled as he continued on his path toward the landing pads. He was letting them cut-up abit, it was enjoyable after all. With so much chaos and combat that lives and breathes within the specific ranger group, it was nice to blow off alittle steam..Even in the small ways.

(Just tag if you get in proximity or want to interact.)

 

[Riamah]

Having been one of the Sith Assassins that were sent to Lola Sayu and found her way in to make the way open for the rest to follow. She wasn't working alone in this objective and had with her [member="Darth Lykos"] and any other assassin that had infiltrated the planet.

The fact this location was held by the Jedi mattered not to the Sith. Ideals did not come into play with her and instead she focused on the release of a few choice prisoners they held here. One specific kind actually...more a single man.

How he had come to be here was beyond her comprehension, how he had lived so long, not going crazy and basically being immortal. Then again he must be held in stasis which means he would be in a hard to get to or highly guarded location within the prison. The once Dread Master Calphayus had surrendered himself to the Republic and then taken to the Jedi to be evaluated. Knowing he couldn't be released, they kept him prisoner through the years and moved him from location to location. Burying in paperwork just who he had been. His identity kept a secret to all but a select few.

Ra had used what connections she had left from her intelligence days to find this information about his fate. Upon learning where he was held and then this skirmish planned, she thought this would be the ideal opportunity to free him.

[member="Darth Lykos"] [member="Kal Visna"] [member="Sky'ito Yumi"] [member="Lord Depravious"] [member="Yuroic Xeraic"] [member="Marek S'hadar"] [member="Elliot Locke"] [member="Ronin Wendigo"] [member="Belgerath"] [member="Natassia Traxen"] [member="Stephanie Swail"]

 

[Kenth Typho]

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Objective: Infiltration.
Allies: [member="Echoes"] | [member="Cait Falcor"] | [member="Kieran Erith"] | [member="Arthur Wayes"]
Enemies: TBD | Silver Jedi Order.

They had landed a few clicks off Citadel Station.

It would be a forced march, but they didn't want any sensor pings from this direction of the Citadel to reveal their position. Vance was looking through his datapad, checking off name, by name, making sure that nobody had gotten lost or crashed during the landing. Arthur, check. Erith, check. Falcor, check. Name after name, close to a dozen special operatives handpicked for this mission. Then Dante... and the face attached to that name he knew.

Just with a different name.

She was sitting on one of the crates, cleaning out her rifle and checking its part when Morgan walked on over, sun at his left side and grey eyes still studying the datapad. "Dante... you were right. It is close enough." If this was any other mission Morgan would have talked.

But this wasn't the time for it.

"Alright, gather up." Datapad was latched back and helmet was gathered up in his arms, gauntlet paw curled around the edge and holding it firmly tight. "The Sith are here to break all the prisoners free, make sure they get into the greater territories of the Silvers. That's nice for them. We are here on a different mission." He tapped a button on his gauntlet and tightbeam connection established a wire between them and him. They'd get an image of an alien.

Rodian.

Only one eye, the other burned away and replaced with a crappy worn patch.

"That's our target. We find him and make sure he doesn't get out of the facility. Last status report puts him in the lower levels, super-max clearance."

Head tilted.

"Questions?"

 

[Ronin Wendigo]

[member="Valkren Calderon"] | [member="Marek S'hadar"] | [member="Yuroic Xeraic"] | [member="Sky'ito Yumi"] & sithy co.​

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And so it was amidst his seem silent demeanor sitting on the sideline as the transport slowly descended upon the prison planet. Heading towards one the few landing pad planet side designated as pad five. Where in with care and strict adherence to the protocol set by the initial Ranger contingent station there before them. Providing both temporary securities as well cover escort alongside a small contingent of Silver to the group working engineering or personnel addressing the status of current security of the prison. So as he was told and debriefed before leaving along with the names of those already there to meet him.

But then before he reconds to recall their name that the transport slightly shudder once it touches down and the transport doors slowly open. With a slight hiss then faint thud that was soon followed by sound boots and crackle of gears as the Rangers came in alongside the tech. Haul out the supplies while he slowly made his way out onto the hangar landing pad. And off heading into the main complex......

 

[Belgerath]

This was Belgeraths second big 'job' after having made a showing elsewhere. Again it was the Silver Jedi he was going to be up against, this time it was diffrent though. He was not here to kill a target or destroy a objective, but rather to liberate a prisoner. Though he had not been told who or what this was yet that did not paticularly matter to him. A job was a job and as long as the person in question didn't try to eat his soul or something along those lines, he didn't really care to ask a lot of questions.

So it was that he ended up once again amongst the Sith Assassin's for a mission. After the fiasco that had happend before, he purposefully chose to not pop back up amongst their ranks for a time untill he had done a few jobs to prove himself. After Chandaar, he felt secure enough in his abilities to make his showing once again proper amongst the Sith Assassin's ranks. Not that he was here to show off, he just didn't want to get pesterd by certain annoying types who were always on about 'strength, honor' and some such nonsense.

For now he kept silently with the group. [member="Darth Lykos"] he knew of from his time in the SA, but the others like @Ra'a'mah he did not know of. Though he figured he would be getting to know them all soon enough by how they conducted themselves 'on the job' if nothing else.

 

[Adriago Duilius]

Location: Lola Sayu Debris Field
Objective: Remain Hidden until Sith EVAC is Needed
Allegiance: The Sith Empire

Duilius sat on a bridge much smaller than he was use to, rather than the dozen or more staff of a Task Force flagship, it was just the helmsman, the CO and his XO, and a few console technicians. The Commodore took up the executive officer's seat while he supervised the work of the sensor technician. It was vital his small transport convoy stay hidden inside the debris field of the broken planet. His transports, the Fury's, had stygium cloaks, and had engaged them upon entering the system. The two corvettes however, had a much harder time staying hidden. They jumped right into the field to avoid the sensors of the Silver Jedi Order, using the static of the field to avoid detection, and jamming their own signals, save for one frequency to the Sith below. They were currently encrypting that frequency so that the Jedi could not detect as anything other than mundane, but they were doubtful how long the frequency could avoid Jedi detection. Regardless, they were going to try.

The commodore took his leave from the bridge, pacing around the passageways of the corvette. There were no other passengers beside Duilius, and a squad of Sith troopers. The whole convoy had brought two squads of Sith Troopers on the corvettes just in case some extra fire power was needed when the Sith planet side needed a ride home. Duilius didn't run into any of the troopers, which he was more than happy enough to avoid, the damned soldiers were always trying to get him to join their gambling games, completely ignoring the fact that he was their superior's superior. They had spunk, but Duilius wasn't a gambling man anyways. They had time, a lot of time, before they were going to go flags raised towards the planet surface, and Duilius could do with some relaxation to calm his nerves. Before long, Duilius was in his cabin, listening to some tapes he had recorded before going on deployment. It was nice.

Fleet
2x IMD Fang Corvettes
4x IMD Fury Mk III Transports

 

[Darth Ophidia]

[member="Leliana"]

Crime was an inevitability: It was an ugly side effect of the social contract that simply refused to be remedied. Some perpetrators were simply too dangerous to be left in the general public. That was why places like the Citadel were built, and why the Empire had come to let these birds out of their cage. They would create chaos, and news of their escape would spawn fear.

Fear is a path to the dark side of the Force.

Darth Ophidia, The Pale Assassin, was one of the Sith Assassins who had helped lead the Imperial forces to Lola Sayu undetected. Ophidia’s young life on Rattatak had planted seeds that had since grown into a creature bent on choking the light into submission and doing so from a position of stealth. A few clicks outside of the Citadel, she and her apprentice, Leliana, were preparing for the next push of their infiltration.

Presence in the Force expertly shrouded, the Rattataki surveyed the path ahead with a pair of macrobinoculars from a rocky perch. Her dark clothes naturally melted into the shadows of the crevice she used to aid concealing herself. The robes also helped lure eyes away from her, tricking the mind into ignoring her presence unless she wished one to see.

The path ahead seemed clear.

Lowering the binoculars, she climbed down to Leliana and nodded for her to follow. Sticking to the shadows and planning their path, the two assassins lurked closer and closer to the Citadel.

 

[Subject 37]

Lola Sayu - Hangar A1
Allies: SJO
Enemies: TSE

"Please." Jorg said with a sigh as he tapped his foot against the bulkhead of the freighter. "Gag him."

One of the other soldiers within the ship smirked slightly, his lips twisting as he reached over and punched the Twi'lek beside him in the face. There was a loud curse and the sound of someone spitting as the Twi'lek tried to retaliate, the two Soldiers to his left and right quickly grabbing him and dragging him back down onto his seat. With his hands bound the alien couldn't really do much, the force cuffs restraining him quite well. Jorg frowned at his men, then motioned.

"I said gag him." The Twi'lek had done nothing but speak for what seemed like hours now, most of the trip to the prison having been filled with blathering about one subject or another.

The man was a pirate, quite famous in this sector of space. He'd apparently made quite a nuisance of himself, enough to earn him quite a large bounty. While the NDF generally didn't like to go around hunting bounties, Jorg did want to get in good with the Silver Jedi's Government. Thus he'd taken it upon himself to capture this man. Once they turned him in he intended to wave the Bounty fee, minus expenses of course, and hopefully finagle that into a more long term contract with the Jedi. He wasn't entirely sure that it would work, but his bright pink business adviser had told him it likely would.

He certainly hoped so.

"Landing in 2."

A voice called back as the soldiers finally gagged the Twi'lek, placing a piece of cloth between his lips and silencing the pirate for at least a little while. Jorg nodded, feeling the ship shake slightly as they landed in the hangar bay of the prison. They'd of course been granted permission, having shown credentials from the nearby government. Jorg let out a strained groan as he stood from his chair, scooping up his helmet and sliding it onto his head. "Let's deliver our friend here to the locals."

Jorg said as he motioned towards his companions and stepped down the ramp of the ship.

 

[Darth Bellum]

Location | Lola Sayu Orbit
Objective | Infiltrate and disperse prisoners into SJO territory
Company | 8x TSA Infantry Corps units

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The tall, armored figure of Vexen could be seen aboard the bridge of an Imperator Class Destroyer just outside SJO territory detection. The Sith Empire had been given the task of infiltrating the Citadel that was currently occupied by The Silver Jedi Order to house dangerous prisoners and releasing them into the territory to sow chaos and fear across their space. Vexen was not a fan of stealth, but this was simply too good of a task to pass up so he devised his own evil little infiltration. His ship was hidden in an asteroid field, patiently waiting for a particular prey to pounce upon. His particular location was specifically chosen because it was one of the routes that their intelligence had uncovered as a path for their supply ships that went directly to Lola Sayu.

As cycles passed, Vexen would finally spot his prey, ordering his ship to break from the asteroid field. From the bridge he would raise a hand out in an almost theatric flourish wave forward as he ordered in a commanding vocoded voice, " Jam their communications. Set tractor beam to full. I want that ship. " Sure enough the surprise attack on the transport was successful. Unable to call out to SJO comms that they had been captured, the helpless transport would be dragged to the Imperator. As the ship was brought to the hangar, it would be greeted by a plethora of TSA units that had brought the crew out and lined up. Vexen would stride out to the line, his cape billowing behind him as the metallic thump of his boots echoed against the metal floor. He would speak out to the pilot of the shuttle.

" You are being given a chance to plea for the lives of both you and your crew. All you need to do is give me all the clearance codes to enter the Citadel... " The pilot who was particularly rebellious would spit at Vexen's feet before spitting foul remarks in response, " We're not going to give you anything... Kiss my arse poodoo. " Vexen would stare at the pilot as he spat back, simply reaching down as he grabbed one of the crew farthest from the pilot, easily lifting him up off the ground by his neck as he was soon face to face with Vexen's helmeted head. A hiss was heard as two slots slid away on either side of where Vexen's cheeks were, a pair of tentacles probing outwards as they made their way closer to the crewmember's face, moving towards his nostrils.

The crewmember would struggle, hands reaching up to grasp at Vexen's armored forearm, feet kicking wildly as his head twisted left and right, screaming and crying as the tentacles approached. There would be a brief moment where the tentacles hovered before shooting up the nostrils of the crewmember. There would be a brief struggle before their limbs went limp, dangling to either side as his 'soup' as the Anzati referred it to was sucked out, killing him in the process. The tentacles retract as Vexen tosses the lifeless body off to the side. Vexen would march slowly to the next as he looked back at the pilot and spoke, " Their life is in your hands. Give me the codes... " The pilot was still in shock after watching one of his long time crewmembers dead, shooting a glare at Vexen as he shouted, " We won't tell you anything! "

Vexen would simply repeat the process as he moved down the line of the three remaining crew members. Each one would elicit a string of curses from the pilot that would have scorched even a Krayt Dragon. As he held the neck of his co-pilot in his hands the pilot would shout out, " Wait! She doesn't know anything! I swear. I'm the only one with the clearance codes, please, spare her. " It seemed that Vexen had struck a nerve; perhaps the pilot's love interest maybe? It didn't matter. He would turn to the pilot, staring at him as he chuckled, " If only you had admitted sooner...They may have all lived. Realize the error of your mistake and the consequences you will suffer. " The feeding tentacles would shoot out, once more draining the essence of the co-pilot until she was but a husk. Her eyes had glazed over as she was thrown to the floor, cold, blank eyes staring at the pilot as he turned to Vexen and screamed in a fit of rage.

Vexen would reach down as he grabbed the pilot by his neck and lifted him off the ground. As he was brought to face level, the pilot would open his mouth, sticking his tongue out before viciously biting down, blood dripping as he bit his own tongue off to prevent himself from divulging any codes to Vexen. After this was done he would split blood on Vexen's helmet, a triumphant grin on his face as blood dripped down his jaw, content that he had soiled any attempt to give the codes. Vexen would simply stare, his voice speaking out in a sly tone, " Oh Vaniss...I never said I needed you alive to learn the codes...It would just save me the effort of having to drain it from you...But you and your crew have served as a sufficient meal for me... Perhaps you can join your dear sister Anice...In me... "

The pilot stared at Vexen, his triumphant expression turning to one of abject horror. He had never given his name to Vexen, nor his sister's. The feeding tentacles would hover as they lined up with his nostrils before shooting into them, draining his 'soup' along with his knowledge and memories. The clearance codes to access the Citadel were his. Vexen would seem to visibly shiver as he finished consuming the pilot's 'soup' throwing the lifeless body to the floor with the rest. The tentacles receeded as the plates slid back in place as he turned to the Captain of the TSA infantry present all of whom watched without so much as flinching. " Captain. Gather your best and board that shuttle. We have a prison to infiltrate... " The Captain would salute as he personally handpicked his best and boarded the shuttle.

The shuttle would disengage from the Imperator Class Destroyer with Vexen aboard and a small infiltration team as they flew towards the Citadel. Vexen had relayed the codes for clearance for a few pilots who had posed as the previous crew of the transport shuttle, passing them along to Citadel command as they passed through the atmosphere. " This is Citadel Command to Hawkbat One...Please transmit your clearance codes and cargo. " " This is Hawkbat One, sending codes...Hope you guys haven't been waiting too long for rations and supplies. Honestly this stuff is probably too good for those prisoners. " "Agreed...Your codes check out Hawkbat One. Proceed to Landing Pad Three." "Copy that. Hawkbat One out..." The hoax had worked and they had their point of entry locked in.

As they flew close to the ground, the ramp of the shuttle would lower, the infiltration team of TSA infantry and Vexen jumping out to the ground before the shuttle had flown back off to the indicated landing pad they were ordered to land at without delay. Vexen would stand up as he ordered the team to follow him. Having made it planetside, all that was left was to infiltrate the Citadel and rendezvous with the rest of the infiltration team. He had been careful to mask his presence to avoid the detection of any Jedi sentries that might be doing their best to remain diligent watchguards.

 

[Kieran Erith]

Objective: Infiltration.
Allies: [member="Dante Sotari"] | [member="Morgan Vance"] | [member="Cait Falcor"] | [member="Arthur Wayes"]
Enemies: TBD | Silver Jedi Order.

Infiltration was far from his forte — he wasn't opposed to its nature, although in truth Erith preferred the more head-on type of mission — but this one seemed relatively straightforward.

Cyclops Rodian.

Lower levels of the Citadel station, supermax clearance. Find him and keep him from leaving.

No doubt it wouldn't be as simple as find and detain and plan how to spend his next paycheck (this was supposed to be a good payoff, too. Maybe he could buy something extra along with the usual food on the table. Yeah, that'd be nice) but Kieran knew what he was meant to be doing, and as far as he was concerned he was more than able to do it.

If things went wrong, they'd work it out. These agents were good ones.
Then the paycheck.

Erith sat on crates, near the rest of the group, rifle at his side. Using it wasn't his favourite thing in the world, but he was a good shot - and needs must.
"Unless you wanna tell me what you're doing on Friday," he agreed, "good to go."

 

[WelshGuy]

[member="Sky'ito Yumi"]

He looked up from his meal and heard the woman speaking in the native Jin language. One he was still unfamiliar with but a very uncommon language. He knew what she said roughly, but he couldn't translate his reply in order to speak in her native tongue. A let down of his, he always strived to make others confortable by speaking in their language when possible.

"Sorry, I don't speak Yuyan. Rare to meet a Jin, at least in my experience. But I am well, yourself?" Answering her question as he gestured to the seat with a friendly smile. "Means when I'm off this planet I have some studying to do. Can't be a good linguist if I don't speak the various languages."

His skills with language were his strongest suit, but that came from a background of growing up around many different species with their different tongues.

 

[Sky'ito Yumi]

A slight smile appeared on her face at the mans reply, it seemed that had understood a little of what she had said, which was rare, though Sukai had assumed the man was a seasoned traveler due to there appearance, and had decided to test his knowledge. "I am good today, though I am slightly at a lost in a current private search, and you are right my race does not tend to venture far from Tiangtang from what I know, but I was raised abroad". It was because of this fact that her galactic basic was reasonably fluent, even despite the accent that accompanied it.

She proceeded to move around the table and sat in the seat that the Jedi gestured to, "It is nice to see another who in the purist of knowledge, but it is okay if you do not understand me, I was raise speaking the Riben-Jin dialect which differ from the the standard, though I would be pleased to teach if you so desire". Perhaps this could serve as a more productive alternative to searching for some long lost and most likely dead Wookie.

[member="Yuroic Xeraic"]

 

[Leliana]

The Citadel. Citadel Station. Hell; to those current residing within.

In some strange way, it reminded Leliana of her old 'home. A facility hidden away amongst an asteroid belt, housing children that were trained from youth to be liars, thieves and murderers. The same type of people that were no doubt locked away in the prison, and lot worse too if the reports were any indication.

And they were suppose to free them, let them run wild across Silver Space?

That was an idea the assassin could get behind, a messy affair that would cause strife and all the while she could remain in the shadows and watch.

She had arrived with the other Sith Assassins that had been brought in to provide assistance in the infiltration. Leliana in particular had arrived with her master, Ophidia. The Rattataki Lord was currently up on higher ground, surveying what was laid out before them. Meanwhile Leliana remained below, eyes closed as she looked beyond her normal sight. Like her master, she too had concealed her presence within the Force, to the best of her ability. Although unlike Ophidia, Leliana had opted to wear her armor instead.

Up in the air was a bird, its coat an obsidian black that blended in well with the surroundings. It moved naturally amongst the planet's native avians, swooping high above Citadel Station. Leliana didn't let it stray too far however, or let it remain out for long. It soon disappearing behind some hills before remaining low and flying back to its perch on Leliana's shoulder.

"Good boy," she murmured as the bird's visage began to grow transluscent before it was pulled into the mark on her left hand.

A moment later Ophidia had descended to her level and the two assassins were moving forwards.

[member="Darth Ophidia"]​