The Hydian Retreat (Galactic Alliance Dominion of Vero Hex)

[Kilum Bralor]

Kilum Bralor​

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Objective: 5 - Capture Raena Min​

Allies: Galactic Alliance​

Enemies: Terrorists​

Kilum kept low, the silhouette of an armoured figure slinking through the hallway as he ducked from corner to corner, and into small indents in the wall, one of which he used to avoid a patrol. Two Selkath walked past him, conversing about something in their own language. Bralor moved out from the indent and further down the hall, reaching a door into what looked like a small office with various monitors and terminals; the security room. There was a single Selkath tapping away on the controls, sitting idly and clearly already quite bored with his shift.

His day at the office was about to get a whole lot worse. Kilum moved up just behind the chair and suddenly stood, using a hand to grip the back of the unknowing Sentry's head, slamming his face with brutal force into his own desk. The security guard was knocked cold, collapsing off the side of his chair as Kilum glanced back, the door now shutting behind him. That was a misstep, he acted too quick; couldn't afford to do that one again.

The Mandalorian got onto the terminals himself, rapidly moving through cameras as he spotted her; Raena Min. The only Togruta on this base, even if she perfectly matched the description. He could tell her location, so he could make this quick. That was, until he saw his two original greeters being found by another patrol as he muttered beneath his breath. "Shab." The Mandalorian quickly moved from the security room, a plan formulating in his brain.

As he made his way to Min's control room, he was leaving explosive charges in small areas; outside the armoury, in a couple of wall indents, near the power generator, the works. He put a couple on windows, planning on flooding those areas. This should work. With his explosives planted, Bralor approached the control room, his blaster set to stun.

It was over quickly. Bralor entered the room standing and with his weapon raised, the Togruta only having seconds to react as she turned and stared down the blaster's barrel. A wave of a stun blast came rocketing towards her as her body glowed blue for a moment before she crumpled to the floor in a heap, unconscious. Approaching and placing the stun cuffs over her wrists, Bralor searched around in his pouches for the detonator, having to remember again where it was. Finally finding the damn thing, he stared at it for a moment before he simply pressed down on the button. This'd work. He was sure of it.

 

[Lemon]

Koda Fett​

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Ruins, Vero, Vero System, Outer Rim Territories​

Objective 5: Terminate Rogue War Droid & Retrieve Data​

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The jungle seemed to fade away, becoming less dense until it became scarce and non-existent. Ahead of Fett was clearly a facility, or what used to be one. Now overgrown with foliage, rust ever so apparent among all the metal as everything within it's domain was clearly in a state of disarray, near beyond repair. Though that state of this place wasn't of his concern, it was he who resided within. It, rather, droids could not be sentient and as a result lacked any of the privileges say a human was offered. Despite the Bounty Hunter's somewhat complex morality - being entirely comfortable with the killing of a man - destroying a droid was far easier on the mind. There were no questions involved.

For the time being he was concealed, hidden beneath the brush as he crouched down onto a knee. The rangefinder that typically found itself pointing upwards was folded down over his visor. Performing a multitude of scans, getting an idea as to what exactly was present. Whether it be lifeforms or robotic life. All he received on his end was a large electrical presence and a faint life form. The latter was neglected, assumed to be the common critter that called these jungles home.

It patrolled the compound back and forth, seemingly waiting for something if anything to arrive and stake a claim on what it had stolen. Once it had come into view, it was apparent that it was no mere droid. It was large, impressively so, towering above the Mandalorian even after he would stand entirely upright. It didn't help his case that it appeared technologically advanced, even for this day and age. A brief thought of how impenetrable it seemed crossed his mind, but was quickly dismissed. There wasn't time for self-doubt in this line of work.

After emerging from the tree-line walking forwards as if this was merely routine the sound of thunderous footsteps that cracked the very ground beneath them approached. The Bounty Hunter assumed a combative stance, his right wrist being forced upwards whilst his left hand retained a firm grip on the blaster carbine. A rocket soared with the intent on doing some damage.

 

[Srina Talon]

Location: Jungles Near Ollix Medlabs, Vero, Vero System, The Outer Rim Territories
Allies: The Galactic Alliance, The Confederacy, SJO, etc... [member="Aryn Teth"] | [member="Darth Metus"]
Objective: Find Ana Ollix for Evacuation

For a singular, brief, inescapable moment she felt untold warmth. Contentment, protection, and safety.

Srina frowned, briefly, as she finished inspecting the bloodied remains of the encampment. Fleetingly, she’d thought that Darth Metus was near, but it seemed only to be a phantom, or an echo. Part of her feared that something had happened, that he might be in trouble, but the feeling soon faded. Not to mention, she hadn’t felt any sort of anxiety, or any sort of pain. Just... His presence. As if he were some sort of all seeing, all knowing, force of nature in the sky. It reminded her of stories about the Divine Mother who watched over all Echani from her lofty kingdom in the beyond.

That was a religious fairytale, however. The simplest answer was usually the right one, and she found it likely, that his work transporting supplies had led him close enough to their coordinates that she could feel him again.

Afterall, Darth Metus wasn’t all that she recognized, in their general area. There were plenty of Confederates, and others still, that she had not crossed in some time. Some of them, she was gladder to see than the rest—But overall she found the familiarity soothing. Despite the inherent, mind-numbing danger, Srina was more at home here than she was in any boardroom or meeting hall.

Despite the fact that she’d warned Aryn away from his guilt, it only seemed to deepen, and the young woman sighed. “Aryn Teth…You are strong. The fact of it is… You are simply one man. You cannot be everywhere and you cannot be everything at all times and in all things. I have faith. So must you.”, she murmured lightly, as always, filled with the keenest of logic. It was not practical to blame himself for the faults of many—when he was only one. A leader, a commander, was only as capable as the people they gave orders to. He blocked her off shortly thereafter and for the time being she left it alone. They could talk further about his angst, when there weren’t giant, fast, and near invisible creatures hungering for their gray matter.

Srina pointed the Commander in the proper direction, and they set out into the forest, likely dancing with death as they did so. Her eyes caught something, a disturbance in the air, but before she could act Aryn’s head tilted at an unnatural angle. The young woman reacted without thought, without thinking, and the Force welled within her like a typhoon. Her right hand shot out, toward the mass she couldn’t quite see, and the skullborer would feel itself ripped away from its meal and subsequently tossed into an enormous deep-rooted tree.

The area shook from impact when it hit, and then again, when the creature struck the forest floor. A little shaken by the force of her attack, the camouflage faltered, and Srina stared. She didn’t hate the beast. Nothing so plebian. She could not loathe something that was obeying the laws nature had constructed for it, but she could, remove it from the cycle. Yes, most organic things needed to eat, but this one would not be turning her Jedi friend into a snack pack anytime soon.

Srina rose her hand and her lightsaber flew to it. The white blade extended in an instant, but she didn’t keep it close, not when there was so much distance to cross. The blade left her hand, with a conscious effort to keep it lit, and speared the skullborer betwixt the eyes. It stayed no more than a moment, before it wrenched itself backward and returned to her waiting fingers.

Silver eyes flickered. Unamused. “We talked about this…”

“You need to stop getting injured so much when we go on missions. Becoming food, definitely constitutes as getting hurt.”

Srina approached the Jedi, glancing around, uncertain if they were truly alone. The apprentice flinched backward, her lightsaber twisting in the air, twirling elegantly, as she sliced another skullborer in half when it leapt toward them. The severed halves landed in the grass not far from them, and the Echani barely looked, instead, using her keen senses to search for more. “They seem to travel in pairs or packs. Are you all right?”

Once she was close enough she reached out to the helmet of his containment suit, checking for structural damage, but was relieved onto to find some nasty gouges. The suit had delayed the creature from actually taking a piece of the Commander, but, it wouldn’t be able to take too many more attacks like that. She tapped Aryn on the shoulder and pointed toward the telltale set of footprints, before beginning to follow them again, this time, on high alert.

Note to self…Where there was one skullborer….There was more. They just hadn’t seen them yet.

 

[Katrine Van-Derveld]

Location: Vero, Krth City; Kolto Plant
Post: 2
Objective 4: New Jedi Order, Fringe Force Users
Tag: [member="Sav Elko"] [member="Taeli Raaf"] (Hope I tagged right on who's around)

It was kinda sad the way the city looked, with all the troubles haunting her city. With where the wounded were progressing, it was easy to see where their destination was, urging her to move faster towards her destination. By the time she had arrived at the structure, some people were already playing with the mechanics. She wasn't really super great with the mechanics but considering its properties, she could help out.

Lack of healing solutions wasn't something that was good for anyone, especially not the wounded who had no other choice at first glance but that was why she was here. "Anything I do to help?" She asked. Katrine wasn't one to jump in and thicker, it wasn't necessarily her thing. If their first priority was to fix things though, she could work on instructions... sorta. "Is there a set up place for the wounded while it's down or are you just taking it as they come?" She asked the present face who seemed to be dictating things here.

 

[Cassius Droma]

Once everyone was checked in, Cassius fired up the A-wing’s engines, lifting off of the hangar floor about a meter as he taxied out to the exit. His hands barely moved as the ship turned, the sensitive controls of the A-wing needing a special touch. They launched behind Rogue, scattering themselves around the X-wing squadron in a support formation, each flight sticking together.

As ordered, Cassius engaged the stealth capabilities of the RZ-X, scrambling enemy radar readings and making sure that they wouldn’t be picked up. It had the disadvantage of no shields, but they could quickly adapt when the time came to strike. When the coordinates came in, Jade Leader spooled up his hyperdrive and timed it with the rest of the small fleet’s hyperspace jumps. The trip was short lived, and they were being pulled out of the blue realm of travel before they even knew it.

He gave a quick glance to his squad’s readout to see if everyone made the jump – they did. Some might have seen it as paranoia, but Cassius knew from enough hyperspace jumps that traveling through lightspeed wasn’t always the easiest thing in the galaxy. Weird things could happen.

Refocusing back to the task at hand, Cassius kept Jade Squadron in formation with Rogue as they made their way towards the asteroid base. He frowned as he saw the Tri-fighters come swarming at them. Little buggers were so small and fast that they were typically hard to hit. Gripping his controls, Cassius took in a breath and primed his weapons to be fully powered. He held a finger over the switch that would turn his stealth suite off and reengage his shields.

He flipped it.

[member="Jyoti Nooran"] | [member="Allyson Locke"] | [member="Faye Demos"]

 

[Itash Mecetti]

Location: Vero, Jungles.
Objective 5: Provide Security & Receive MF Contract.
Allies: [member="Cassandra Paige"].
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"Just don't take long, we are hitting the jungles in about twenty." Tash informed them pointedly. "There will be plenty of time gushing about this or that when we are back from the expedition."

It wasn't going to be pleasant as far as Itash was concerned.

Wet, humid, jungle so probably insects. No, it wasn't exactly the Tapani's idea of a good time and part of him wondered if they could simply skip it. Guiding her past them towards the observatory, he moved to pour himself something moderately stiff. "Want something cool and fresh?" Tash would ask over his shoulder, if so a second glass would be filled.

Otherwise it would just be him.

Interesting how they almost always had at least a single drink during these sort of things, but it wasn't a real problem. The drink itself was mostly a weight in his hand, a distraction for people, a fresh coldness cooling his throat.

Wasn't like he was pouring them down over and over.

"So, do we need to attend this in person or could we just watch through a camera or something?"

 

[Jorco Czeku]

As Jorco sat back in the bridge of his ship he wondered what kind of action was going on under the planet's atmosphere. It was a jungle planet from what he knew. Which meant that it must've been similar to Rodia. Maybe not as swampy, but still very dense and humid. He figured that he wouldn't do that bad down there if he few in with his B-Wing.

But then again he was kinda supposed to stand by for the upcoming evacuation and provide escort support with his ship. Nonetheless the Rodian was curious to know what was going on beneath him. Maybe if he was luck they'd need to call some kind of kind of air support. Where his ship could go down and wreck havoc on whatever he needed to.

Given what he was gifted after joining the Confederacy of Independent Systems, he though of possible selling the his Nebulon-B now. But what good would it do for him? He was on the way to getting his very own small fleet. Given the new resources at his disposal he could possible pull off a planetary invasion of an underdeveloped world.

 

[Cassandra Paige]

Location: Vero, Jungles.
Objective 5: Stay in the air conditioning, consult with Ollix Medlabs
[member="Itash Mecetti"]

"Yes, please," she said, accepting the drink a moment later.

Out of sight and hearing of the scientists (the dull murmur from that room could still be heard, but specifics did not travel in either direction) she settled down into a chair with a sigh.

"Why are the worst planets where these things must be done?" She asked. Rhetorical, clearly. "Next time we must go to.... oh, I don't know. Velusia. Or Spira."

The barest kernel of an idea was starting to form, and she chewed on her lower lip, grey eyes a bit distant, the wheels turning. Not enough to connect all of the threads yet, but a seed of need planted that she would mull over for the next few months until they came to fruition.

His next question pulled her out of it, and she lost the thread, but not the seed.

"I have no intention of going out there unless entirely necessarily," she said with a small, dismissive sniff. As it was, she knew her hair was frizzing slightly in the humidity. Who was she, Ana?

 

[Itash Mecetti]

Location: Vero, Jungles.
Objective 5: Provide Security & Receive MF Contract.
Allies: [member="Cassandra Paige"].
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Woman after my own heart.

"Thank the Lords." Tash murmured, before flopping down in a chair next to her and stretching just a bit, letting the coolness of the glass settle against his hand first before taking a sip. Mm. "How is GenPals going? I see to be coming across those... pets everywhere I look these days." That was an exaggeration, but they were getting out there in terms of name and brand recognition. The same went for Didact. It shouldn't have surprised him as much as it did how many people needed a gun for hire without questions asked.

Just seemed odd.

Why couldn't they get their own personal army? Cheaper in the end, easier to figure out as far as Tash was concerned.

"Mm, maybe a vacation could be a good idea, Cass." They were getting 'closer' or as close as the type of people they were could get anyway. "We have both been buried under work, I feel like." There had been little opportunity to just... relax.

And it was starting to grate a bit.

Itash was starting to enjoy himself, yes, but for a man who had all the freedom in the world just a few months ago? This change of pace was still stretching his patience.

He had a schedule. A schedule.

 

[Coren Starchaser]

Objective: Guard the mechanics.
[member="Kurenai Yumi"]

He was going to do what he could to protect these folks, to get the shields up and online. But until they had that? He was going to enjoy the fight that was coming to him. He was ready and waiting, but with this Confederacy member? Well, he was going to keep his eyes on her. And mostly just to make sure it wasn’t obvious that he was allowing a dark sider on his planet. Or soon to be planet.

Yes, the Alliance was working with the Confederacy, and yes, they both agreed to behave in accordance with the laws of the land. He could do that, he supposed. “Just keep the fight up and protect our people. Stick with helping the Alliance and I can promise you, we’ll get you swinging at the Empires.”

He moved a few troops up behind walls and stood with them, nodding to the energy vampire. “Three… two… fire!” He gave the order as some of those beasts were coming, attracted by the beings or the energy, he couldn’t tell which. He took a few shots with his own blaster. “Just need to hold them.”

 

[Kurenai Yumi]

Location With: [member="Coren Starchaser"]s Team
Objectiverotect Mechanics

Kurenais hands clamped tighter around her weapon as the sounds and cries of beasts barely echoed in the distance, she was excited to for the prospect of combat, but did not show it, her expression stoic and cold like always, but that would change soon enough. 'No dark side power... hmm an interesting challenge, will be like the old days in the Rebel Alliance', Unlike back then though the defending troops had the advantage, but would not make things any easier.

She kept her eyes trained down the sight of the LMG, not deviating from her position, even when Star Chaser addressed her again, "All in good time, I am a very patient woman Mr Starchaser, a few more day is nothing compared to my entire life". With both the CIS and Alliance now working together she could tell such an event was even closer then before, hopefully it would not become to much to handle, even an almost immortal being like herself needed rest.

Soon everyone had taken their positions, Starchaser giving a nod that everything was ago, the sounds of beast getting so close one could think they where right on top, then silence, a long silence that seemed to last forever before one of the beasts jumped out of the bushes, quickly being shot down by the trooper... then more. Beast after beast or all sizes came charging out of the jungle, meeting their demise at the hands of blaster and slug fire, but there numbers being a bit overwhelming.

 

[Lemon]

Koda Fett​

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Ruins, Vero, Vero System, Outer Rim Territories​

Objective 5: Terminate War Droid & Retrieve Data​

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The missile collided with an electronic wall, one made up of hexes that glowed and showed themselves upon being mad contact with; a kinetic shield, what else could it be? It seemed as if blasters are all that he could rely on now, and the thick plates it seemed to have on it would most definitely hold against it. A battle of attrition - Fett had to wear it down, but the question of whether who could be worn down first came to mind, and the odds weren't stacked in the Mandalorians favor. Though then again, when were they?

"Fett." A synthetic voice growled, akin to a human's in a vocoder. One that sounded eerily similar to a human in fact, it was something he made note of, placed within the back of his mind. Perhaps he was too perceptive for his own good. "You have taken the bait. Now you will die." It clearly had a flare for the dramatics, though it wasn't as if the words would truly bother Fett.

The Droid's robotic arm was raised, something began spinning and whatever was to come out of it didn't exactly entice the Bounty Hunter. His jetpack activating and causing him to propel upwards and into the sky, moving left in a strafing type movement as a circle of blaster bolts chased him. Meanwhile, the Hunter himself unleashed a volley from his carbine, wasting away at the thick plates that protected the Droid's precious innards.

It's hand was raised upwards, swatting the Mandalorian out of the air and causing him to flow through the ruins, toppling a weak wall with nothing but his body. His conditioning allowed a hasty recovery, one that lacked any real damage. It wasn't as if he had time to, anyways. A slow moving pack of droids reached out to him, his helmeted head turning towards them as a quick quip was made, "So it's death by droid then?" The right arm of Fett reaching upwards and extended a cable from the gauntlet that resided on his wrist. It made connection with a bar well above him, then hoisting him away from such a danger.

"Fett. Fett. Fett. Fett." Their robotic voices calling out to him. It was clearly a set up, someone went through time and effort to make this happen. Koda would find out, he always did.

 

[Cassandra Paige]

Location: Vero, Jungles.
Objective 5: Stay in the air conditioning, consult with Ollix Medlabs
[member="Itash Mecetti"]

Cass had been talking about business. Go to Spira or Velusia for samples, or what have you. But when he took it to mean a personal, private vacation?

Well, there were worse misunderstandings.

She didn't even have to deliberately manipulate the conversation in that direction.

"GenPals is doing well," she murmured after a sip of her drink. She glanced up at the screens, showing the science teams making their foray into the jungle with his security forces on patrol. Two of the scientists were still in some animated discussion- phenotypes, genetic markers, probably something about amino acid complements. Cass had learned more about genetics than she had dreamed she ever would since creating this company, and it was so deeply tedious she had no idea how they managed to talk about it all day without fail.

"We're breaking ground on a conference center," she said, somewhat lazily. "Upgrades are being made to the labs, but then, you already knew that," she arched an eyebrow at him. A reminder that she knew his men would share what they experienced with him. Of course, she thought it was more in the 'reporting in' sort of way.

Not in a literal sense.

"It's a very busy time," she continued, head tilting. "I will have to see if I can.... squeeze in a get-away." A small smile.

Of course she could. But better for him to think that she was going out of her way to spend the time with him, that she valued it.

 

[Kilum Bralor]

Kilum Bralor​

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Objective: 5 - Capture Raena Min​

Allies: Galactic Alliance​

Enemies: Terrorists​

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Loud noise filled his ears, along with the whole base. With an unconscious Togruta hoisted up across his shoulders, Kilum stood and flicked off the stun setting on his pistol; this wouldn't require anything so subtle anymore. Opening the door of the control room, he saw Selkath running all over the place, trying to figure out what was going on and how to stop it. Only a couple stopped and saw him, realizing the cargo he had. With a swift raise of the arm, two bolts struck each in the chest and they dropped, Mandalorian boots sprinting across the base and over their bodies.

If what he'd seen of the base had been right, there were underwater transports not far from here. Not that he had a problem swimming, but the pressure might have one with his quarry; chunks were no good for collecting credits. Kilum moved into colour, peeking around a corner for a moment to see a group of Selkath guarding their post at the transports; they'd figured out it was sabotage. Damned fish - they were catching on faster than he'd anticipated.

Bralor dropped Min, his other hand moving down and drawing the second pistol. This was a stupid move; but it was fast, and he had to be. The Mandalorian suddenly swept around the corner in a standing position, firing off both blasters with shots aimed as clinically as they could be - the Selkath on the outsides of the group fell first, with the third going down before his blaster was even properly drawn. The fourth however, had his chance.

Getting his own rifle up, the Selkath fired back; two shots went off before one collided with his neck. One went searing right off to the opposite wall; a glass wall. The other scraped along the side of the Beskar covering Bralor's hip. Beskar was always a good investment. At least, he thought so until he glanced behind him.

The glass was cracking. Quickly putting away one of his pistols, Min was hoisted up over his shoulders again as he began running to the sealed door ahead. More guards came running up on his side, blaster bolts coming towards him and heading back towards the Selkath in turn. "Kriff, Kriff, Kr-" Bralor was interrupted as he felt rushing water strike his back when the sealed door opened.

The Mandalorian was thrown into the room, the Togruta knocked off of his shoulders as he crawled over to where they came, fighting against the current that was filling to his ankles as he finally closed the sealed door. There wasn't any time to lose - the sympathizers would be through there soon. Yanking up his quarry, he brought her through the docking tube and into the craft itself. Thankfully, the controls weren't overly complicated and Kilum was starting up the ship in no time. Rescinding the docking, he only just made distance as the Selkath reached the door; but by the time they would have reached him, he was long gone, headed to the surface.

At the meeting point, some Ollix guards and their representative chatted, sighing and waiting. They were suddenly interrupted by a spray of water and the emergence of an odd craft. The side of the craft opened, a Mandalorian stepping about with an unconscious and cuffed Togruta carried underneath his arm. Kilum dumped her at the rep's feet, who nodded and brought her away with the guards. Bralor pressed a few buttons on his wrist-mounted gauntlet, staring down at the glowing figure that looked at him from it. "It's done."

 

[Mazik Stazi]

Command Deck // ANS Hereafter
High Orbit, Vero

The Citadel-class was a powerful military tool, but where it shined brightest was in logistics projection. A single Citadel operating unharried within a nonaligned system was like having a miniature Alliance base of operations, and none were quite like the Hereafter. Not only was Commodore Stazi receiving up to the moment status reports on anti-piracy operations throughout the sector, there was also a secondary holodisplay before him which showcased a topographical map of populated sectors on Vero's surface.

"The talks go well," Bashir, his first officer, relayed as he approached the duros, "Its not taking much convincing. The Imps have destabilized this whole region, and I think Ollix realizes we're their best hope at keeping the lights on."

"They'll still make us pay for it," Mazik grunted, a dour expression on his face as politics were raised.

"That's just good business," the Mon Cal executive shrugged, "We need them, they need us. We both pay, we both gain."

"What do they pay?" Stazi narrowed his eyes as he gazed out the viewport, taking a moment along with Bashir to step through the projections and look down upon the real thing.

"They're in it now," his second in command answered simply, "They pay in risk. Before they could play the game, appease both sides. But even down here, as major kolto producers I have to imagine they've seen the footage from Thyferra."

"We're all in it now," the Commodore scowled at Bashir, "Anyone who thinks that just because they pledge allegiance to the right flag it makes them safe is deluding themselves. Choosing a side is the only way to survive."

The Mon Cal simply shrugged, conveying to his commanding officer that he more or less agreed through body language. A junior officer pulled him aside, conveying information to the man in hushed tones, while Mazik glared down at the planet for a few moments longer.

"Incoming status report from our detached patrol group," Bashir gently interrupted his reprieve at last, relaying the latest.

"Throw it on screen," Stazi nodded, turning curtly before marching back to the center of his bridge.

Their detached reinforcements had arrived only in time to assist Admiral [member="Cathul Thuku"] and [member="Lokthra Dawning"] in finishing off the last of the hostile heavy cruisers suspected of allegiance to local pirates. While the Providence-class and its escort cruisers moved in to relieve the others' forces so that the enemy could be neutralized with minimal damage to Alliance infrastructure, their attached wolf pack of Dirigible corvettes split off to hunt down the pirate's remaining support vessels, making sure that all those who tried to flee would have their engines disabled. Once the area was secure, transports could be dispatched to collect and arrest the survivors.

 

[Diysuperguy33]

Objective: Fighting pirates
Allies: GADF [member="Cathul Thuku"] Mazik Stazi
Enemies: Pirates

Momentarily after the destruction of the second vessel, Admiral Thuku's fleet engaged the final cruiser.

"Moving into pursuit the final vessel" the bridge officer beckoned.

"Delay that order. Order the fleet into defensive formation alpha. Set sensors to full power."

This may all be for nothing, but she knew the Admiral could handle that ship, it was being demolished with missile barrages, it was a matter of moments before complete destruction ensued. Lokthra recalled reading a report on Pirates in the nearby sectors, saying the war between the First Order and the Alliance, had left the pirates relatively speaking, unchecked, neither side had the resourced to fully defend against them as well as their adversary. Lokthra knew this meant the acquisition of larger fleets would be significantly easier, assuming the pirates weren't complete idiots, they would likely use this temporary rift to gather as many ships as possible; three ships, however, did not fit this expectation Lokthra had come by. Did this mean that the Pirates had a larger fleet nearby, or was there only a small contingent for them to be of concern to? Never the less, Lokthra believed it was wise to be safe than sorry.

Spoiler

ANS Kartharage (Okami Class Heavy Cruiser)
ANS Hardtrot (Hardcell X Class anti-starfighter frigate)
ANS Helios (Hardcell X Class anti-starfighter frigate)
ANS Heartfolt (Hardcell X Class anti-starfighter frigate)
ANS Kart (Kalla Class Missile Corvette)
ANS Kelthrawn (Kalla Class Missile Corvette)

 

[Cathul Thuku]

Objective: Fighting pirates
Allies: GADF [member="Lokthra Dawning"] [member="Mazik Stazi"]
Enemies: Pirates

Once the final heavy cruiser is destroyed, thanks to Mazik's intervention, she crossed her fingers and hope that it wasn't a repeat of Faldos, where, despite accomplishing the mission, she was forced to retreat. And, with war brewing all over the galactic south, piracy thrived, but ORC and FO were, well, busy saving their respective bacons at home; pirates were rumored to be more active to the east, in the space between them and Confederate space, even though the pirates would more likely be north of Ord Pardron than west of it. The support ships could no longer put up much of a resistance, and Mazik got them to surrender after the destruction of the heavier ships. They were just out of Lokthra's sensor range. She knew that anti-piracy operations were prioritizing the southern end of the GA territory by now, but that, even with doubling patrols, there were still high risk levels around here. Escape pods from the survivors would need to be collected, but not shot at: the surviving pirates have to answer for their crimes even when the others were killed in their ships' destruction.

"Collect any survivors we can, make sure the hostiles are properly treated before we can actually get them a trial"

Spoiler: Fleet

Capital ships:

ANS Lothal (Lothal-II-class artillery carrier) heavy shield damage
ANS Locus of Control (C-9980-class frigate)
ANS Big Seven (C-9980-class frigate)
ANS Kalla (Kalla-class missile corvette)
ANS Rudrig (Kalla-class missile corvette)
ANS Karst (Kalla-class missile corvette)
ANS Kitai (Kalla-class missile corvette)

Attack craft:

24 Chiloon-I fighters
24 Chiloon-II fast bombers

 

[Lemon]

Koda Fett​

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Ruins, Vero, Vero System, Outer Rim Territories​

Objective 5: Terminate War Droid & Retrieve Data​

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The Bounty Hunter's feet collided with the ground upon retracting the cord back into his red, scuffed and battle damaged gauntlet. The whining crackle of the droid's voices beneath him carried on, their simple design limited them. They were confined to such a room, and all the Mandalorian could do was look down upon them with pity - yet he didn't - droids didn't deserve such attention. The whirring servos of the behemoth War Droid became more and more audible as it got closer and closer. It appeared to be rearing in to smash Fett from the building in which he stood. A ranged fight is something it surely would lose.

The Mandalorian's eyes washed over it's head, taking note of an antenna that flashed a red light routinely. It was at that moment he recalled a faint life signature, something small that he assumed would be local wildlife. Though what wildlife would remain around such a deathly freak of robotics? None, that's what. A pulse scan was emitted from the Koda's helmet, an orange wave flooding over everything for only his cold eyes. An outline of a creature remained where the life signal originated, it wasn't large, but it reminded him of a Selkath. His helmeted head shifted towards it's direction, flames projecting out the bottom of the jetpack that rest upon his back shortly before the soaring began.

With the War Droid racing behind him he had to act quick, and that is what he did. Landing right before the Selkath after moving through the foliage, a carbine aimed at it's head whilst the War Droid stopped within it's tracks, staring down.

"Deactivate the droid."

"You fool. I am the droid. It's a neural up-link. I didn't steal this droid, I was hired to kill you with it."​

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"Why tell me?"

"What does it matter? I'm not going to survive."​

"They want me dead. Why?"

"Bendak Norrg."​

That connection was relatively easy to see, powerful people had powerful friends - vengeful friends. Though that exchange hadn't gone on any longer as a searing hole formed in the Selkath's head after Fett's carbine discharged. The droid too fell limp, neural up-links must be powerful. Though that wasn't the end. Koda Fett always collects, whether they employers want him dead or not.

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"Ah, uhh, yes. Fett, you return."​

"I always do. Now pay up." A gloved palm extended itself.

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"Of course."​

A case was shifted into the Hunter's hands, and after opening it he could see his payment as promised. Fett turned his back towards the man in charge, departing from his office and soon the planet. The face of terror still apparent across his face, certain that the Bounty Hunter would be dead. Though nothing could kill Koda Fett. That was a lesson to be learned.