Mission The Dagger Unsheathed || COV Reconnaissance of TSC Held Humbarine

[Arris Windrun]

Siv Dragr
Guns
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Humbarine. What a dull world it was, or so Arris thought. Smog-filled industry, but without any of the underworld charms, thanks to the cut of its former administration.

Imperialism was always a little different on Humbarine. Before she was Grand Moff under Solipsis's Empire, Arage Bao had united the worlds of Kuat and Humbarine under her own personal dictatorship. All essential industries were nationalized under her rule, back when Humbarine was still a member of the Galactic Alliance.

Even with her gone, the vestiges of her rule remained. The officers, the doctrines, the expectations - they were all a rung higher up the ladder of competency than elsewhere in the 'Empire'. This installation in particular hosted a battery of ground-to-space cannons and an elite interceptor wing led by a trifecta of imperial aces. Their loyalty to Humbarine's local government was commendable, but more importantly, they were an asset in the Sith Covenant's pocket.

The Dark Horse arrived by shuttle and landed without fuss or fare. Officially, she was a cybernetic mercenary hired to evaluate the garrison. Many knew who she was by reputation - a hired gun, a Black Sun enforcer, and a semi-finalist in the galaxy's greatest contest. Few outsiders knew her true identity as a Sith, save a handful of Jedi and High Republic nobles. And honestly? She preferred it that way. Mercy was the better face, after all.

From the solitary Mandalorian's perspective, this mercenary departed her landing pad in the company of some junior officer, all well-dressed and proper.

In truth, she had arrived after some plainclothes ISB agents (traitors to their former cause, naturally) had raised the alarm of unknown soldiers--possibly Mandalorian--operating across the world.

 

[Varin Mortifer]

VARIN MORTIFER

Equipment: Durum Mantle | Black Blade of Chandrila | Eye of The Dragon | Heavy Sith Mace | Cross Guard Broadsaber​

Varin surged forward as blaster fire rained down on him, the shield erupting from his gauntlet in crimson and white light deflecting blasterfire as it impacted into its surface. As he neared the edge of the building the force rushed through his body empowering the muscles within his legs, he leapt. An eruption of flame exploded from his back propelling towards the flying enemy.

He drew his saber as it roared to life in maroon light and plasma flame wreathed around its blade, he swung and almost like a beckoned call, the blade extended. The flames reaching higher towards his foe.

Rain that pelted him instantly became mist as it flowed off his body with the blackened thick smoke that billowed from his back.

Another burst propelled him higher above his foe as he drew both weapons up high, and with a yell fell towards his foe with an overhead swipe towards him.

Darion of Myrkr​

 

[Siv Dragr]

G U N S L I N G E R
Humbarine
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Allies: Mandalorians
Enemies: Arris Windrun | Sith

The roar of engines directly overhead made Siv stop and quickly seek cover, exposed as he had been on the rooftop. Curious, he peeked out from behind the large canister, which had been his improvised concealment. His HUD zoomed in on the departing occupants of the shuttle: one, whose non-regulation outfit suggested a mercenary or contractor, and the other, wearing a typical military uniform. The presence of the first struck Siv as odd but of little note. Perhaps an inspection? No matter. Siv had a mission to carry out, and this base wasn't the only one on his list.

He dropped a small probe beacon, rolling it away towards one of the sides of the rooftops. Indiscreet, with sensor baffles, it would be able to collect information on the base and serve as a secure scan anchor for Mandalorian forces. Heading in the opposite direction, he began to search for an access port where he could infiltrate the base from the inside. He wanted to scomp into the base's computer systems to try and rake any data that might be sitting, unguarded or not.

 

[Signy Bralor]

SIGNY BRALOR
HUMBARINE | DEEP COVER
TAG: Nodak
GEAR: Huginn and Muninn, ballistic-weave under civilian clothes, jetpack
VISIBLY PRESENTING: Female

The little girl led the hulking Nodak down the street, people gave the odd pair glances but said nothing and did nothing as they would not dare question one of their sith rulers. The girl stopped and pointed towards a balcony, two floors up and slightly offset from the main high street but with and excellent view. There they were, the teenage mandalorian and her "prisoner".

Nodak was hard to miss, and from her vantage point Signy was able to catch sight of the giant darkly armed warrior marching up the street. She gestured to her male friend who also took a look and then his eyes opened widely when he caught sight of Alys.

"Shit, thats my sister with him, she must know i'm... shit shit shit."

Signy looked at him, trying to workout whether he knew about this and whether this was a setup, he looked genuinely suprised, and frightened, so she might refrain from throwing him off the balcony. She stubbed her cigarette out and stood up, putting her gun belt back on and looking for where her jetpack was. This wasnt good, she had been caught without her armour, but the daughter of Bralor was resourceful.

"You should probably do one, he's not gonna care if you get caught in the crossfire" she said as she reached down and slipped her jetpack on. Her armour was stowed, but her helmet was about somewhere, if she was quick, she could grab that at least.
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[Tamsin Starfall]

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Theme: Wicked Gonna Come
Equipment: Twin Omens | Multi-Tool | Stars Enchained | Mind Crown | Wrist Lanvarok | MidNight Duster | Defender
Tags: Gel Karn

The Soldier looked at the ID as several of the locals were let go on their credentials clearing. 'Gustris Hartcro' He said nothing as he looked over the ID, he just reached to his side and pulled out a Data reader. He scanned it over the ID chip, as information came pouring out.

The Soldier finally spoke. "Says you moved here from Commenor a few years back. Ain't been there myself, but I have had the brandy." Everything on his ID seemed to check out few minor infractions on his record from the imperial times.

As the soldier checked his ID, Tamsin had been walking up to individuals out of ear shot of others. Seemingly asking them something but they all just shook their heads as if they didn't know what she was talking about.

"Everything looks good." The soldier said handing the ID back to Gel as the little woman walked up to him. She stood a foot and half smaller than him as she looked up at him with her painted face.

Her strange orange glowing eyes stare up into his, like they were staring right through him. An awkward silence hung there for a second before a smile crossed her painted face. He seemed to be every bit of a laborer.

As the soldier walked away just out of ear shot, she finally spoke. " Mando'ad draar digu. meg darjetii ganar narir "

Her eyes never leaving his as she said those words in the Mando tongue to him.

 

[Seris Velmora]

Tag: Kamon Hourn

The answer to her greeting came in blasterfire. Seris laughed. A sharp, bright, almost girlish sound made monstrous by how much she enjoyed the first incoming volley. Both hands moved at once. Crimson snapped alive in her right hand.

A second blade ignited in her left a heartbeat later. Twin red lights flooded the sewer in strobing blood. The first particle bolt struck her main blade and exploded in a shower of violent yellow force that jarred all the way into her shoulder. The second she caught on the other saber, angling it low enough that the detonation burst against the tunnel wall and sprayed steaming sewage across the conduit. A third came too fast and too close, forcing her to twist hard as the blast clipped past her ribs in a wash of heat.

"Oh, that's better—" Another burst of fire answered. Seris dropped low, both sabers crossing and uncrossing in feverishly rapid motions—not attempting disciplined Jedi returns, but simply carving survivable holes through the incoming barrage as she advanced. Particle impacts burst against red plasma in sharp detonations that filled the air with sparks and smoke. The narrow tunnel became a shrieking corridor of ricocheting light.

They were good. Measured. Alternating fire. One moved while the other shot. Then reversed. Seris saw it and her grin widened. Professionals. Not screaming workers. Not panicked militia. Professionals were worth the bruises.

One explosive particle wash clipped her thigh and nearly knocked her stride out from under her. Pain lanced. Her delight sharpened with it. The squad was peeling away down the rightward branch while these two remained behind, feeding her disciplined suppression.

Rear guard. Brave little things. She surged after them, right-hand saber held high to absorb centerline shots while the her left flickered lower and wider, catching anything aimed at her knees, hips, or stomach. The paired motions gave her advance a maddening unpredictability—high, low, cross, split—like trying to stop a spinning grinder with pistols.

Then the world became white. The flash charge detonated. Light stabbed through her eyes. The concussive crack hammered inside her skull. Seris snarled and recoiled, both sabers flaring wildly as her vision dissolved into burning ghosts and smeared shadows.

"Ah, you clever little—"

Rage came instantly. Hotter than the flash. Hotter than the pain. She let it take her. The dark side surged through every nerve, feeding on humiliation, feeding on frustration, feeding on the obscene audacity of prey that thought itself in control. Her left hand snapped outward.

The Force answered like an explosion.

A telekinetic battering wave hurled sewer water, rusted debris, loose pipe fragments, and sheer concussive pressure around the corner toward Kamon and his companion—not refined enough to thread needles, simply violent enough to turn the corridor into a crashing wall of filth and momentum.

Seris lunged inside it. Half blind. Both sabers forward. The right-hand blade came first in a savage descending chop meant to split armor or force a high block. The left-hand blade followed not as a mirrored strike, but as something nastier—slashing low and inward across the space where a pistol hand, thigh, or exposed joint might retreat.

Two lines of red. Two separate killing angles. No room. No time.

"There you are!" She crashed around the bend in a spray of black water and reflected crimson, attacking less like a duelist and more like a starving nexu finally inside the pen. The grin on her face was visible now between strands of damp red hair and involuntary tears from flash-burned eyes.

Wild. Furious. Ecstatic. She did not care that the rest of the squad was escaping. Humbarine had miles of tunnels. She would find them. But these two—these two had earned the privilege of being first. Her eyes fixed on the one in front. At Kamon. And every hungry part of her sharpened.

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[Nodak]

Tag: Signy Bralor

Equipment: Nevermourne | Blackstar Armor | Lightsaber​

Once the girl, Alys had pointed out the second floor balcony the Monster didn't wait he strode forward.

Alys would be rewarded for informing on the Mandalorian, rewarded with her life and possibly extra rations though it was likely the penalty for informing on someone would likely be a stigma that followed her even if she was young.

From where he was on the street Nodak could clearly see two figures on the balcony that Alys had shown him.

At range they seemed startled, disappearing back into the apartment block. Nodak acted.

Reaching for the helm that was clipped to his armor he'd take it in his palm, lift it up and fit it over his head before locking it in place. Moments later an HUD came to life alongside a friend/foe designator and rangefinder. The rotary canon over the left shoulder of his armor came to life.

Nodak was the worst kind of Sith, Unlike others who disguised themselves in trappings of civility and sophistication he was a beast and to look at him was to know that.

A mechanical noise emanated from the comms of the helm he'd fit over his head...

"-----"

....it sounded like a robotic growl, a precursor to what was to come that made onlookers shrink backwards and go wide eyed as they sought to flee.

The Rotary Canon roared following the mechanical growl, belching out a high intensity burst of laser fire. It could spew fourth a thousand rounds a minute if left to fire continuously but the risk of overheating meant it usually fired in bursts. Still it was impressive. It would chew through the balcony, it would rip through walls and entry ways of less than military grade and it would shred almost anything that it came into contact with. Doubtless seeing all of this Alys may have realized she could have condemned her brother to death.

 

[Lysander von Ascania]

Reggie Rau Vara Rasha
Armor
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Now Lysander was sealed in with a chamber where there were rows of armored vehicles, hibernating like predators beneath the fluorescents. Exposed conduits snaked overhead. Maintenance stations cluttered with circuit panels flanked catwalks that spiraled upward to command terminals, each aglow with different schematics; and farther still at the heart of it.. a data core. Beneath heavy reinforced plating, its schedules and comm logs shimmered. Far more classified materials than any outpost had the authority to hold, let alone the audacity. Clearly, someone had been busy as of late.

For all his time in the Core, he'd never been sent here before; Humbarine had always been someone else's problem in this galactic game, which had suited him fine; there were plenty of fractures elsewhere in the sector to occupy the young Sith's time.

Only a few steps in, the world above him began to convulse. Power flared through the roof; Lysander caught it first with a spike of heat pressed to his nape. Then as a quiver in the Force radiating outward. So precise, it was, his focus momentarily frayed. His brother, Varin, was a crucible of raw will.. and whoever he was facing, was clearly matching him; so that ruled out the chances of it being a Jedi entirely.

Dust drifted from the rafters and pipes trembled. Overhead lights began stuttering in protest. Stealth ruptured just a little sooner than he'd planned, and that was fine.

With all illusions of delay gone, he shifted his weight, striding through the yawning aisles. Every sensory in Lysander's body aligned him so that he would near the data core's chamber, where he would soon discern two other presences, though they were not revealed by sight. Another pressure wave rolled through, a hammer struck on durasteel. Fingertips began grazing the curve of his lightsaber hilt.

 

[Darion of Myrkr]

Darion of Myrkr saw the enemy put up the light-shield and the blaster fire broke against it and went away in sparks. Then the man ran and jumped from the edge of the roof. He had a blade now that burned like a piece of the sun and the fire from it reached out before him, hungry and quick for Darion.

But this time it was not as it had been on Sesswena. He did not give himself to the wish for close fighting. He kept cold and he kept his head and he thrust himself backward from the flames and fired as he went, always at the middle of the body, and when the other man sprang again and came high above him, Darion drove himself farther back from the stroke that would have killed him and still he fired and he could feel the barrel heating in his hands with the steady coughing of the blaster.

He would go on firing and drawing back through the air and keeping the distance unless the other man should fall clear and go down to his doom into the city streets far below.

Varin Mortifer