Populate The Remnant War - Sularen's Folly [ ME Populate of Selnesh ]

[Prisoner #36929]

Tags: Mia Monroe​

He stayed where he was at first. Close, but not too close. Close enough to hear, far enough to not get in the way. That felt like the safest place to exist these days.

Then she waved him forward. Right. No hiding now.

He stepped in beside her, slower than he meant to, eyes locking onto the display like it might bite him if he looked wrong. Red, green, blue, yellow. It took a second for it to stop looking like chaos. Then her voice cut through it. He followed where she pointed, forcing himself to keep up.

Enemy. Ours. Movement. Trajectory.

His brow furrowed. The sudden bloom of green dots made him flinch before he could stop himself. Fighters. Real people. Moving into that mess. He exhaled slowly. Get a grip.

She talks like she's done this a thousand times. Of course she has. You're the only one here playing catch-up.

His gaze drifted to the small cluster pushing deep into red space. Brave or stupid. Probably both. "You can actually see it," he muttered, almost to himself. "Before it happens."

His eyes flicked toward her, studying her profile for a second before looking back to the display. There was something strange about standing next to someone like her and realizing she was just… watching.

He shifted his weight, arms hanging awkwardly at his sides. Say something normal. Just once.

"You've done this a lot, haven't you?" he said, voice quieter now, less uncertain but still rough around the edges.Then he added, because apparently self-preservation wasn't one of his skills, "Is that why they call you the Liberator?"

There it was. Out in the open. No taking that back now.

He kept his eyes on the screen this time, like it might shield him from whatever answer came next.

 

[Charlana]

Oh, she had boarded ships before. But not, in any way, like this. There was a distinct difference between hitting a ship in an act of piracy, and making a military boarding action. She didn't really get it until she was around them.

The Mandalorians.

The former, or more accurately part-time, pirate had no qualms about Crimson Dawn's affiliation with the Mandalorian Empire. To the half-Sephi, it sounded like a fair deal. But she didn't expect to work quite so closely with them.

While some of the Dawn's operatives were embedded in Mando boarding parties, others did not. The Lamia was with the Veil of Ashes, among other Dawn vessels, manned by those with experience similar to Charlana and her crew. Only when Sidonia gave word, not the Mando's, did those ships slip into the fray.

Charlana's heavily modified salvage ship had slipped into the chaos of the Mandalorian assault. It's custom designs made it easy for Imperial sensors to miss it in the confusion of the assault, its agility surprising for it's ugly appearance. The Lamia had made it's way under an imperial ship. Using the ship's force cylinder, Charlana and her party made an unsettling (for some), journey up the nearly transparent tube between the vessels to breach an air lock. Soon, they joined others, Mando and Dawn, within the Imperial ship.

Klaxon alarms blared within the imperial warship, and distant blaster fire echoed down the sterile hallways. "Come on, party people." She urged sardonically as the half-sephi made her way towards the docking bay. At an intersection, she saw a patrol of stormtroopers running in their direction. The Dawn team returned fire, except Charlana. She smirked. The Force sudenly twisted unwitting imperial minds, who saw a dozen wookiees running at them letting loose a barrage of bowcaster bolts. The stormtroopers nearly fell over each other as they fled.

Charlana scowled, two thugs had fallen in the brief exchange. They happen to be rather useless to begin with, and not part of her crew. With a shrug, she moved on, jogging towards the docking bay. An explosion resonated through the passage and the sound of a fierce firefight followed. "Arms ready! No Mando heroics here, loves. Nothing wrong with a dirty fight, right?"

With that Charlana sprinted into the fray with her fighers behind her. Her heavy blaster pistol began to snap sharply as she joined other Dawn operatives as they mingled with their Mandalorian allies.

Minerva Fhirdiad

 

[Liorra]

Adelle Bastiel | Aselia Verd​

Liorra had one earbud in, the other hanging loose as she bobbed her head faintly to whatever was playing. Her helmet rested loosely atop her head for the moment, chewstim tucked between her teeth as she idly scrolled through her holodevice.

"Why is Mia leaving me on read… again?" she muttered, mostly to herself. "She said she'd be here. Then she said she got caught up in something."

A beat.

"Hope that something isn't another darksider."

She exhaled through her nose, slouching just slightly where she stood.

"Bet this is one of those growth things," Lio added under her breath, rolling her eyes. "Or whatever."

The nineteen-year-old glanced up, voice carrying just enough to include the others nearby.

"Anyone else have these issues with their vods?"

When Adelle spoke, Liorra blinked, pulled halfway out of her thoughts.

"Huh?" She popped one earbud out. "Vacuum?"

She considered it for a second, then shrugged.

"Yeah, okay. Sure."

Her attention flicked back to her holodevice for one last scroll before she tucked it away. Earbud back in. Helmet lowered. The seal engaged with a soft hiss as it locked into place, the sound swallowed by the rising tension in the pod.

"Alright," she muttered, more to herself than anyone else. "Maximum effort."

The impact came hard.

The pod slammed into the side of the flagship with a violent jolt that rattled through her armor. Liorra steadied herself, eyes tracking as Adelle moved first, decisive, immediate.

Lio turned slightly, catching sight of the other Mandalorian.

"Liorra," she said quickly, nodding once. "Pleasure to shoot with you, what's your name?"

Then the hatch was opening, and that was that.

"I'm goin'!" she shouted, already moving as she surged out behind Adelle.

As she hit the deck at a run, blaster coming up, she tossed back over her shoulder. "So, on a scale of one to Monroe-sized nukes, how crazy am I allowed to get?"