Public [THP | TDC] Operation Reckoning

[Ines Pen-Ar-Lan]

Operation Reckoning
Calyx Sundrift Drystan Creed ​

Agent Pen-Ar-Lan was an explosives expert. She could whip them together, tear them apart, coordinate timers and install triggers. Verse Melnau, however, had a much more primitive understanding of the craft. The wires, while neat and tidy, lacked the firm and rigid binds that ensured that they stayed in place. The detonators, while aptly installed, were far from the most reliable ones on the market - but then, perhaps they were appropriately cheap for a rebellion in its infancy.

The metallic floor underneath her clicked with a rapid beat as she pushed forth with short but controlled strides. Clearly, precision and manoeuvreability took priority over speed. A trail of explosives had been left in their path as they were making their way towards the central structure for a - possibly - far more important task. Information.

A large backpack hung over her loose poncho whilst a helmet covered her head. Verse produced another device and slowed her step to plant it underneath a pipe, relying on Calyx to watch her back. They would only stop for a few brief moments thanks to how the sticky adhesive made the devices easy and quick to install.

Verse turned to look at her ally with a nod "Alright, charge's set, let's move." Her voice was light and perhaps even a little eager. So far, she hadn't needed to pull out her blaster a single time - the chaos and their deliberate route had ensured that they had encountered minimal resistance.

Until now.

Her eyes snapped to the path running parallel to theirs. "What was that?" her tone now carried a concerned accent. While her eyes lingered around where Drystan Creed had entered, her feet started carrying her forth, away from the potential threat and towards their destination.

Dear Diary

We're about to touch down. I've found a quiet little corner in the shuttle, thank the stars. Checking Verse's equipment is easy enough, blaster rifle's fine, same goes for the hold-out blaster and combat knife. There's a tonne of explosives - which are breaking a tonne of safety protocols (fingers crossed I don't randomly explode) - and those are mostly fine for what they are. Guess the grappling gun goes here too, right? She's got a busy utility belt today.

Right - but what about me? Well, the jump boots were easy enough to hide - they aren't too clunky. But what about the flamethrower and the repulsor???? Last time, I was rockin' a firefighter's outfit as Line Beren and all was fine 'n' dandy. Verse though, oh sweet sweet Verse. I've landed on wearing this worn ol' pilot's suit. It used to be orange but it's got this weird brown shade to it now. It's baggy enough to hide the vambrace equipment and protects against the elements well enough to be worn by Verse. It might actually come in handy in its own right, we'll see. I had to bring the matte beige poncho for this, the large one Belvan gave me. Just to soften up the look a little, y'know?

WhHOA no, ok, gotta go, 'boutta touch down Ciao!

 

[Acier Moonbound]

Location: Sevacros II

Equipment:
Training Jumpsuit | Lightsaber | Modified DL-27 | Tic | Commlink

Reina's arrival cut through the storm before the tower's lights did. She crashed into the fray like she'd been hunting the fight all along. Ace caught her shape through the grit, and gave her a quick nod.​

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The tower lit brighter, higher beams stabbing through the storm until they burned white against his eyes. Ace hissed through his teeth, vision swimming. He didn't need to see everything though, the Force pressed at the edges of his awareness, warning him of what was about to hit.​

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The circle closed. Droids swept in, scanners red before lightning cracked through the air. Pain ripped across him, muscles locking, body screaming as arcs crawled over his frame. Then came the detonation, storm of shrapnel exploding their way.​

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His muscles were still on fire but his lightsaber snapped up, blade hissing as he twisted. Sparks sprayed as he cut through what shards he could, others biting into the ground around him. One piece clipped his cheek, hot and shallow, but he held firm.​

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Tic shrilled sharp, scurrying low on to Ace's back, photoreceptor snapping skyward. Ace felt it a second later - a burning line of descent cutting through the storm, locked dead on Noodles' cover. His gut clenched and he reacted.​

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Ace's hand shot out, the Force crashing against the warhead. It slammed into his grip like a live thing, engines screaming as it fought to stay on course. His arm trembled, teeth clenched, every muscle straining as the missile bucked in mid-air.​

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"Reina!" His voice tore through the storm, rough with effort. "Get her clear. Now!"​

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The warhead shuddered against his hold, sparks spraying from its frame as he wrestled it away from its target inch by inch. He could feel it slipping, control fraying, the detonation seconds from ripping the ground open.​

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Noodles | Reina Daival | Vakhari Lutris | Valaine Valentine​

 

[Baron Ramesh]

Objective III: Silence the Whip
Tags:

The atmosphere in the mine shaft was far from pleasant, primarily due to the mingling scents of spice and the sweat of the laboring workers. Voragga occupied a private security booth, holding a glass of imported Corellian wine in one hand while the other rested comfortably on the controls of the hover-chair, its plush cushions appearing rather absurd amidst the grimy transport carts and the scattered mining equipment strewn across the floor.

Opposite him, at a small collapsible table, his personal protocol droid, a constantly anxious 3PO-unit known as R-3PO, nervously shuffled its deck of Pazaak cards. "Your turn, R-3PO," Voragga rumbled. The droid, sweating what he imagined was droid oil, placed a +2 card on the table.

Just then, a guttural hummmmm echoed through the tunnel. It was the distinct sound of a long-range comm jammer activating, and it was Voragga's signal. He idly placed a -4 card, a cruel twist of the game he had rigged in his favor, and gave a faint smile as the distant shouts of the mercenary garrison turned into panicked static.

He had no need for such petty things as physical exertion. His power was in the credits he paid and the resources he commanded. A small, almost invisible probe droid zipped past his head, relaying a live feed from the surface. A series of perfectly timed explosions rocked the mines, sending a spray of dust and rock chips across the Pazaak table.

"Twenty-one," R-3PO squeaked, its circuits whirring.

Voragga's laugh was a low, rattling wheeze that seemed to shake the debris from the ceiling. "You are not a good player, little droid," he said, revealing a -5 and a +3 from his hand. "Twenty-two. A bust."

As the sounds of blaster fire and screams reached them from deeper in the mines, Voragga signaled a pair of heavily armed droids to enter Section B. "If they are going to release the prisoners, they could at least do so quietly. I'm having a winning match over here!" He expressed his irritation with a huff while observing the datapad beside him, which showcased a live broadcast of Darth Virelia 's address and the ongoing attack on the facility.

His game, however, was far more interesting. He laid down his final card and looked at R-3PO with an expectant smile. The droid's head drooped. "You have no choice but to stand," Voragga declared, his large tongue flicking over his lips. "And you have no chance."

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[Reina Daival]

Tag: Acier Moonbound Noodles Valaine Valentine Vakhari Lutris
Armour
Sword

Force Resistance. It was in the name. Resistance. Not Immunity. Well, sometimes it was. Something Reina was quickly finding out, as she felt sharp jolts of pain everyway the lightning touched. It would have been a lot worse without the technique, but Reina was used to pain. It looks like she has one thing to thank Serina for after all. Frustration was building. Good. Frustration helped her deal with the pain anyway. Helped keep her alert and aware of what she was doing as she focused.

She had to keep her eyes clenched shut, to protect them from the burning light of the spotlight, using the enhanced Insight that her armour gave her to keep her as aware to her surroundings, as she could be. Letting each different threat get brought to her attention. The droids were a problem to be sure, but they were focused on Acier and Reina. That was fine. Reina could deal with pain. And...honestly? If Acier couldn't that was his issue. Her job wasn't to protect him. It was to protect Noodles, and with the missile coming imminent, it made Reina realise she had to kick things up a gear.

As the droids exploded around her, shrapnel digging into the guardian armour but finding no purchase against Reina's actual body. The heat flaring up as she found herself already starting to hate how warm it was getting from both the lights and the actual explosions of the droids...but she held strong as she reached her hand out towards the missile, focusing on her mechu-deru, to look through the missile. To figure out how it worked...and the moment she realised it worked off impact, Reina to work with her telekinesis. Clenching onto the missile, playing upon the strength that Acier had already been doing. Sure, he had told her to get Noodles out of there...but this was going to be better in her eyes.

She clenched both her fists, as she imagined herself gripping onto the missile, her muscles suddenly aflare with strain and stress, as she started to pull it off target, towards her own target. The tower itself. Yes, it would mean shrapnel and potentially some form of debris might fall upon them, but Reina could at least shelter Noodles from that, as opposed to a full on explosion. Just had to keep everything off Noodles. That was Reina's goal.

Spoiler: OOC Notes

: Means written/typed communication : < Means Sign Language communication >

 

[Shego Striga]

SNAKES IN THE GRASS
Objective II

Kamon Vondiranach | Kito | Darth Virelia

V.E.N.O.M | H.Y.D.R.A​

All around, the tower groaned with the weight of battle. The din of clashing sabers and Virelia's laughter filled the upper chamber like a storm, but Shego only had eyes for the old Jedi before her. His silence grated, his presence oppressive. Like he was already writing her obituary in his mind.

Her respirator rasped once, then again, as the ports on her back flared open. Four HYDRA tendrils, matte-black steel braided with faint green circuitry, uncoiled like serpents waking from slumber. They hovered low at first, almost docile, their carbonized edges shimmering faintly as if they drank the light from the room.

The Jedi's first step was sudden—two sabers drawn, a predator's strike aimed straight through her skull.

CLANG!

Kamon Vondiranach blade never reached her. A tendril intercepted with perfect timing, the plasma edge hissing against an alloy whose green sheen pulsed defiantly with each spark. Shego's lenses caught the light, her gaze cool and focused.

"Predictable," she said, her voice low, cutting through the clash like a scalpel. "Some creatures are only destined for destruction~"

The lab coat slipped from her shoulders in one fluid motion, revealing the reinforced exosuit beneath. Two tendrils stabbed into the marble floor with seismic weight, hoisting her above him like some iron arachnid. Suspended in air, she loomed over the Jedi, cane now tight in her grip, respirator glowing faintly with emerald light.

The other two tendrils twisted and whirled, unfurling with theatrical precision before igniting their own plasma edges, jagged blades flaring into existence from their mouths. They screeched as they carved the air, stabbing forward in alternating thrusts designed to overwhelm the Jedi's guard.

"You wanna be a fething Hero so bad, then you can DIE like one~" she hissed through her mask, her voice amplified through the tendrils' modulated speakers.

The tendrils struck in perfect rhythm, each impact resonating like the beat of war drums. Sparks rained across the polished floor, and for every parry the Jedi made, another blade hissed from an unexpected angle.

From her elevated perch, Shego spread her arms as though conducting an orchestra, letting the tendrils lash and weave with an elegance that was almost balletic. Her respirator clicked with every measured breath, her glasses glowing faintly as though alive with data.

Tilting her head, mockery dripping from every syllable, "This isn't a problem you can handwave away."

A final strike came, a feint from the left, followed by a sudden coil of two tendrils sweeping low to trap his legs while the others stabbed high. For a moment, the entire chamber was lit in green fire and shrieking metal.

You and i both know how this ends, sweet audience. It can ever only end one way~

 

[Qyssiyana]

Location: 1 km Outside Crucible Ridge Refinery, Eviscerant Yards - Sevarcos II
Thread Objective: Break the Chain
Mission Objective: Delay, distract, and/or eliminate the saboteurs.
Tag: Everest Vale Jane

Qyssiyana peered down from her perch atop the windswept ridge, her gaze fixed on the shuttle nestled in the shadowed lee below. The security in the Eviscerant Yards was nothing short of extensive. Having linked her HUD and gauntlet computer to its network, Elryssia had known immediately that a shuttle was on the approach. Thus, she had quickly converged on its projected landing site, after which only a brief search of the area revealed its location.

Below.

Her cyan-hued triocular gaze narrowed to slits as she studied the pair of figures emerging from the shuttle, the advanced optics in her smart contacts humming softly as they zoomed in on their positions. The lead figure was taller, clad in a cloak layered over a form-fitting suit that was not aesthetically dissimilar to her own. She increased the magnification, breath catching slightly as the details resolved. It was only then that the figure’s white hair, the eyepatch over her left eye, and the cylinder-shaped object visible on her hip came into focus.

A Jedi, the thought passed silently through her mind. A momentary tremor accompanied it. Fear. A primal response that she acknowledged and swiftly buried. Qyssiyana knew that now, she had to be ready. Virelia had pushed her hard and thrown her into the crucible from the moment of her arrival. Already, her body was fitter than when she had first arrived. Her martial skills were more refined. And her mind was as sharp and lethal as it always had been.

Still, the sight of the Jedi below was a stark reminder that her journey was far from complete. Qyssiyana knew that she had yet more work to do, if she was to fully reach her goals.

The second figure was much smaller, to the point that she was seemingly dwarfed even by Qyssiyana’s own short-statured frame. In that, the Elryssia initially deduced that she was a young girl. However, the intricate lattice of scar tissue on her limbs gave a moment of pause. Qyssiyana’s head tilted with an anxious curiosity, lekku slipping over her shoulder as she did.

Nevertheless, Qyssiyana didn’t spare any more time for contemplation. Activating her cloaking device, her form shimmered into shadow as she started to make her way down the ridge via the winding path cut into the cliff face. Each step came measured, silent. Only by getting closer would she be able to truly take their measure.

And thereafter, she would begin the delicate work of unraveling their minds.

Spoiler: Loadout

• Nullsong Veil
  
  • Arms
    
    • Modular Forearm Attachment Point (2)
      
      • FAE/M-02 Energized Forearm Vibroblade Mk. II - L
      • Repulsorlift Shockwave Projector - R
• Moonpetal Rings (4)
• Nox M-10 “Wraith”
• FAE/MDE-01-S2 Semiautonomous Seeker Thermal Explosive (2)
• Infrared Smoke Grenade (2)

 

[Katarine Ryiah]

Location: Aboard the Raven
Objective: 1 - Break the Chain
Tags: Michael Angellus

"Hold onto him for a second?"

"Copy that."

A few moments latter BRED made his way into the gun terminal. Buster's ears perked up at the newcomer, while Kat's eyes were still on the targets she was trying to hit.

"Welcome to the party tin man."

BRED chirped at her in binary, something about making sure the mutt was restrained. Buster huffed at him.

"Play nice you two! Mommy is working." She smirked and hit the blasters a second time, more bolts pulsing out over the chaotic scene below.

 

[Lysander von Ascania]

Objective I: Break the Chain
Leidimas Sith Plate
KA-10 Requiem | Lightsaber
Tag: Valery Noble ​

Boots continued striking corroded durasteel with a silent rhythm. The rifle swung up and over his shoulder, settling into place. The refinery roared around him, the site of converter lines coming into views. Lysander heard pressure valves hissing while the storm was clawing at the walls. He moved through it all with the same calm that steadied his trigger moments before, his gaze scanning for the next vantage.

The currents of the Force churned around him, a cacophony of power impossible to ignore. At first it was only a ripple against his awareness, but it swelled into an undeniable surge that cut through the chaos with blistering speed.

Their intent was clear.

Drawing inward, he tried to suppress his signature, to cloak the one she was following, but his efforts were in vain; the timing was wrong, she had likely already found him, being visible to the eye. Slinking with grace, he vanished into the gaping maw of the service hall, the stench of spice dust coating his armor and nearly suffocating his throat. He knew what lurked ahead.

No illusions swathed the reality of what was to come, driven by the death she had just witnessed.

That was fine.

Lysander melded into the shadows, in an area where even the light dared not touch, within the maze of machinery. The Jedi's presence was drawing closer, pressing against his mind like a blade. Drawing in a long breath and himself, he lifted the rifle, its stock settling into the crook of his shoulder. With gloved finger twitching against the trigger, the barrel followed a steady path, tracking the entrance.. the most obvious point of approach.

At least, that was the assumption.

He kept his breathing slow, refusing to let the tension betray him in the slightest. And yet, irritation still prickled at the edges, not towards the target that awaited him, but rather at himself for not knowing this place well enough to be certain of his next move.

The truth was, he didn’t know this refinery’s veins as well as he’d like. But he kept his aim steady, eyes fixed on the doorway, waiting.

 

[Calyx Sundrift]

Outfit: PGEM Combat Gear
Equipment: Gravetail Vibroblade, Amulet of Many, M.I. 6M Pistol, M. I. Electrostaff, Glitter bomb.
Tag: Drystan Creed Ines Pen-Ar-Lan

O B J E C T I V E -2

Kessel had been the worst fate imaginable. Just the mention of spice was enough to drag him back into memories he’d long tried to bury.

But the Eviscerent Yards? Kessel looked merciful by comparison.

The refinery loomed above them, a dystopian beast of scorched towers, whining turbines, and stinking reactor tanks. It was smaller than the hellholes he'd seen on Kessel, but its output, wrenched from slaves through unspeakable cruelty, almost matched them. And so did his hatred for the place.

That was why, for once, this wasn’t about profit. The Hidden Path wanted to take down a spice mine? That was all the incentive Calyx Sundrift needed.

He just wished he’d thought harder about the dangers that came with it.

His hands rested on his blaster. They’d met little resistance so far. A couple of stray guards, but that was nothing he couldn’t handle. Verse, of course, had been doing the real work. Leaving a trail of explosives as they moved.

He glanced over his shoulder. She’d just finished setting the last charge. “We better get inside,” he shouted, his voice nearly lost to the storm and the groaning of the fortified tower under assault.

They’d stuck to the lower levels, where an explosion would do the most damage. Above them, the grated bridges and platforms were lit by blasterfire. Shadowy figures locked in brutal combat. He sometimes caught flashes of lightsabers cutting through the murk, red and blue clashing in the darkened sky as visibility shrank by the second.

Calyx pulled his cape tighter around him, shielding himself from the storm.

Her eyes snapped to the path running parallel to theirs. "What was that?" her tone now carried a concerned accent. While her eyes lingered around where Drystan Creed had entered, her feet started carrying her forth, away from the potential threat and towards their destination.

Verse’s voice had an edge. The Force, a storm of fire and ice in his veins, warned him before anything came within sight.

He didn’t need to see the threat to know what it was.

“Nothing we can fight,” He grabbed her arm. “Move. Now.” Whomever that terrible presence belonged to, they still had a chance to avoid them. If they were fast enough.

 

[Noodles]

Outfit: bomber jacket, layered skirt + leggings, boots
Equipment: portable slicer rig, satchel of wires & snacks, HUD goggles, headphones
Tag: Acier Moonbound Reina Daival Vakhari Lutris Valaine Valentine

Her goggles flared with new lines of code. Red text. A symbol she didn't recognise flashing like a dare across her HUD. Noodles looked up for a second, breath quick, just as another pack of droids swarmed out of the storm.

"Keep those ugly tin cans away from me, yea?" she yelled, fingers hammering keys.

She didn't wait for an answer. Her whole world was The Nest, the glow of her single screen and the electric hum through her temple jack. She pushed into the second layer, fingers flying clumsy-fast. Her counter-probe went in raw — a packet flood, sloppy but heavy, meant to choke the system with junk data. Enough to make the wall shudder and tear.

Then the voice hit. Smooth, close, like someone leaning over her shoulder.

"Hello there."

She startled, hands jerking off the keys for a heartbeat before slamming back down. Her HUD screamed with a new feed — a missile lock. The warhead burned down through the dust, her eyes widening as the world lit.

"K-Kriff—!" She grabbed The Nest, trying to yank it back like it would shield her. Her body ducked low, scrambling in the grit. The warhead's engine howl filled her head—then, nothing. A wrench of the Force, metal screeching. Shrapnel cut past her, hot wind slapping her face.

Her breath came hard, chest jerking.

"That was... not very pog. Very... unpog. Very... pogless."

The joke fell flat even to her ears. She dragged a hand across her goggles, forcing the fear back down. The rig hummed under her palms.

"Aight," she muttered, mouth twitching into a grin. "You want a fight? C'mon, then."

She rammed a new command through her link, lips pressed tight as the shock rolled out, following the trace of her opponent's earlier message. Not a clean strike — more a messy slap to prove she was there. Vakhari's feed would light up with a flood of neon emojis, looping gifs of Noodles' own lofi cartoon face giggling at her. The kind she used to plaster across message boards, especially when proving some hotheaded noob wrong. It would, temporarily, obscure commands and important information on her opponent's screens to buy them some time at the very least.

Her heart jumped. She punched the air with one fist.

"HAHA! Yes! You see that, Four?"

Silence. The grin faltered. Right. He wasn't here.

She clicked her tongue, furrowed her brow, and bent forward again. Fingers already peeling into the next wall, the storm and voices outside drowned out by the drumbeat of her keys.

Still... this was taking too long. She knew it. If she could jack into a physical port deeper inside, she'd rip through the walls in half the time. Her eyes stayed locked on the code, but her voice broke sharp through the the noise of growing battle, as serious as it had ever been.

"Ace, Red, get me inside? I'll go way faster if I can plug straight in."

 

[Iskera Valest]

The flare of his rig split the haze with a howl, and Iskera braced too late. The shock of contact jarred her arm, the vibroblade rattling as steel met steel in a punishing arc. Pain lanced up through her shoulder, quick and clean—an accountant's mark in her body's ledger. She let it register, then filed it away.

Her grip never slackened. Instead, she stepped into the angle of his strike, closing the space as any duelist would. The blade's hum steadied against her wrist, weight redistributed, point driving forward on a tight line. She cut not wide but narrow, fencing-sharp—thrusts that sought the smallest gaps between armor plates, the precision of needle over hammer.

Her off-hand hovered at her chest, palm half-open, ready to flick another vial if he pressed too close. But her rhythm was blade work first: bind his knife, control the line, punish every overextension.

Her respirator caught her next breath, steady despite the sting in her arm. Eyes fixed on his visor, she advanced with the economy of a professional who fought not for spectacle but outcome. Every step was measured, every stroke a calculation.

This was a ledger balanced one cut at a time.

Vyn Daldoure

 

[Jane]

Outfit: Jedi Robes and Armor
Inventory: Jedi Training Modified Lightsaber, pouches with seeds, standard Jedi equipment.
Tag: Everest Vale Qyssiyana

Thread Objective: Break the Chain
Location: The Eviscerant Yards.

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Everest's mention of a mission was met with a familiar, flat monotone voice: "I will be there." The young Jedi Knight did not stop the even younger Padawan, so Jane spent the next few weeks preparing herself, practicing her Force, and refining her Ataru, which was the only form she was familiar with in the first place.

When the big day arrived, Jane stood by Everest's side, fearless and nerveless.

Of course, the short doll-like girl was well aware of the stakes. This was without a doubt the most dangerous mission she'd ever taken on. But having few emotions allowed for fearlessness in the face of danger and pressure, which was a blessing. Unfortunately, it was also a curse because, in the end, fear was the body's greatest weapon. But today, as the shuttle began to descend, Jane stood beside her Master with a serene heart and a silent determination.

Well, except for the trembling throughout her entire body, which always happened while inside a shuttle. That one did not seem to go away, no matter how much exposure therapy she did. Cursed metal boxes.

Hearing her Master's voice, Jane's black orbs rose to meet Everest's silver. "We go inside. We sabotage or disable whatever we can get our hands on. We ensure that we are not detected. Those who detect us, we take down if they refuse Form Zero." Jane repeated the mission summary she'd been reading since she was approved to join, without missing a beat. "I will stay by your side no matter what Master, unless you tell me to run."

Still. Despite it all, Jane shuffled closer to Everest's side. Sure, she wasn't nervous, she wasn't afraid, but the comfort of Everest' presence was ... soothing. She was a bright candle she had grown used to in her life, guiding her through the darkness on days like these. Especially once the loud melodies of the Force reached her. It was far more violent than in any other place she'd ever visited. A symphony of war drums, sharp violins of agony, and a deep bass of fury.

The heat that rushed up the shuttle as the ramp began to descend did not bother her; she could barely feel anything through the thick layers of scar tissue. Although her wig was most certainly not enjoying the damp, thick air of machinery, boiling metal, and smoke.

Jane followed Everest down the ramp, her gaze rising to the refinery. All they had to do was get inside and tear it down. Jane took one deep breath before her small leather boots carried her across the bridge, towards the beast of coal, metal, and suffering, and whoever might be waiting inside, or perhaps outside.

 

[Michael Angellus]

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PERSONAL FLIGHT LOG – Entry #1964
Location: – Crucible Ridge - Sevarcos
Assigned Craft: Raven Dropship
Astromech Partner: BRED (BB-30)
Current Mood: Come and get me!
Background Noise: The sound of the ship itself (and of course BRED)

It’s getting busy up here. There are freighters trying to launch and fighters zooming in. The freighters are jostling for position, their engines roaring as they vie for clearance. Meanwhile, the fighters dart through the chaos, their agility on full display. The air is thick with tension, and BRED’s constant beeping adds to the cacophony.


Wooo-beeep. [Translation: “So, you could see them coming and do nothing? Great. You know those freighters aren’t supposed to launch, right?”]

Banking left!

The move should put three ships in Ryiah’s gun sights. Hopefully Buster doesn’t get jostled. He shouldn’t as I told her ahead of time.

Wooo-beeep. [Translation: “Did you seriously just tell someone what you were doing? If she’s not strapped in it’s on her!”]

Hello? Connel’s dog is here!

I muttered,


Wooo-beeep. [Translation: “So? Let that bathmat slip around, he’ll learn!”]

“I’m gonna tell Connel you called his best friend a ‘bathmat’. Or moreso… BRAD!”

Then I rolled the ship to the left. Two freighters in my sights were quickly disabled. I swear, I love my X-wing, but this puppy is cool! BRED was still nagging me.


“Weeep-bweep.” [Translation: “If you tell BRAD…!”]

”What? The truth? Go apologize and I won’t…”

“Weeep-bwoo.” [Translation: “Fine… I’ll apologize to her....”]

Apologize to Buster!

End log.


– Michael A.
Will trade droid for a pack of gum.


TAG: Katarine Ryiah

This is where he is speaking

 

[Viscountess Pandora]

"Bury The Light"

Equipment- Red Lightwhip ,Cortosis Vibroblade

Tags - (Allies) Valaine Valentine Vakhari Lutris

(Enemies) Reina Daival Acier Moonbound

Pandora seemingly hopped down next to Valaine Valentine while she was standing outside of the control room. The techno-organic woman seemed to be in an odd cheery mood? Thrill of a battle? Fighting Jedi? It was unclear at the moment. But still there was a flash of green in Pandora's eyes. Clearly the woman was jealous about something. But she then leaned against thee wall looking at Valaine for a moment before then to the hallway.

"I had thought the rumors about a splinter group of Jedi would be unfounded. That is what I get for assuming and not following up on leads. Now the Jedi dare to inflict damage upon the Mistress's court." Pandora spoke with a bit of venom in her tone. But then it switched to a more cheerful, crazed one. "Do you know what this means Valaine? We can possibly begin corrupting them. Turning them to the darkside. Let them give into their anger."

Pandora licked her lips at the thought of that. "Oh and such a beautiful offering it would be to the Mistress. More acolytes for the cause!" Then she turned back to Valaine once more "Though I wish I would be doing something more than guard duty."

 

[Darth Virelia]

"DEPLOY THE GARRISON!" - OBJ 2 Kito , Shego Striga , Kamon Vondiranach

Equipment - Tyrant's Embrace

The Odachi's fiery arc shrieked against the phrik shell of Tyrant's Embrace, sparks and heat cascading across the chamber like a forge come alive. For all its hunger, the blade did not carve; the armor drank the blow and sang with it, violet runes pulsing brighter, the crystalline node in her chest glowing as if in answer.

But then came the kick.

Kito's heel, wreathed in fire, slammed against Virelia's core. The impact cracked across the chamber like thunder. Armor groaned beneath the strike, runes spasmed, and the crystalline heart stuttered in its rhythm. The breath caught in her throat, forced out in a hiss between clenched teeth. Tyrant's Embrace held, but the shock reverberated through her ribs and spine, bruising flesh beneath steel, forcing her to stagger half a step back. The hood swayed, her cape lashed in the force of the blow, and for a heartbeat she looked less inevitable, more tangible—mortal.

She straightened slowly. Shoulders rolling back, head tilting, six violet eyes refocusing one by one on her assailant. Her laugh came low, husky, a ragged undertone curling through it like smoke.

"Yes… you hurt me. Do you know how rare that is, little flame? How exquisite?"

Her hand swept outward, talons flexing, and violet lightning erupted from her palm. It did not crackle blindly—it slithered, forked, and danced, coils of living current that leapt toward the fire-shaper like serpents scenting blood. The arcs crawled along the broken glass at their feet, sparking from shard to shard until the whole floor glittered like a trap.

Virelia shifted her wrist, shaping the current into a lashing ribbon. It coiled around a support pillar, leapt from there to a data console, then back across the floor, weaving a lattice meant to cage rather than simply burn. Lightning became geometry, a diagram of her will written in searing light.

"You sear yourself to cauterize my touch—clever. But you mistake pain for power, little flame. Fire is gluttony. Lightning is discipline."

Her voice carried a strange intimacy, each syllable curled in silk. She stepped forward into the storm she herself had conjured, unbothered by the arcs crawling across her armor. The crystalline node in her chest pulsed with each strike, violet veins flaring brighter as if feeding on the current.

She extended her other hand, talons splaying. A new burst of lightning leapt forth—but this one she guided along the Odachi itself, tracing the weapon's spine like a lover's finger trailing bare skin. Each spark clung to the heated blade, humming a counter-song to the fire Kito had cloaked it in.

 

[Aris Noble]

Chains were being broken. Zaiya was as inspiring as ever, and he had a feeling it wasn't just because of who she was this time around. The Force, most likely. Considering the nature of the slaves and them likely being flooded with spice, it was the best avenue they had to get them out. It was something the mercs seemed to pick up on though as whip was changed to blaster.

Aris's expression tightened as the first shot came out. He caught it in his palm, his skin smoking only for a moment before he punched out. He sent them soaring in a single strike, but now it was clear what was about to happen.

"Keep them moving and don't stop. They've decided it's worth it to start killing them."

Zaiya Ceti

 

[Kyber]

Objective 3
Equipment: Cloaking Device, 3 lightsabers
Engaging Zaiya Ceti and Aris Noble

Kyber watched as the slaves were being freed, his personal cloaking device activated and with a helping hand of force stealth was waiting for the moment to strike. He had to ensure a few slaves escaped especially since he had given some of them a lovely gift, Kyber had ensured a few of the slaves were given an injection of a diluted version of the Rakghoul Plague or well he had some of the guards give it them a little bit before the attack. They were to act as a trojan horse hopefully only transforming once they are taken to what ever jedi hideout the jedi would bring them to but as Kyber had learnt in the past he could not dictate the exact moment of the transformation meaning he could only give it to a small minority of the prisoners and not too early less he risk causing the outbreak inside the facility.

Still Kyber needed to make sure it wasn't too easy for the slaves to be freed to ensure it isn't suspicious and more importantly one of the jedi was a bit too bright for Kyber's photoreceptors. She was beaming with the bright light of hope which disgusted Kyber yet the idea of cutting that hope down was so ever enticing. He would have to act quick however as he wasn't sure how long the guards would distract the Jedi Knight nor did he plan to fight two on one.

From the back of the group of escaping slaves Kyber would uncloak and no longer hiding his presence in the force, releasing his 3 sabers hidden within his droid body with each being held up by the force only. Two of the sabers flew towards the escapees while the last lightsaber was flying towards Zaiya Ceti with the intention of impaling her. He needed to take her out quickly before the Knight could help her.

 

[Vakhari Lutris]

Tag: Noodles Acier Moonbound Valaine Valentine Viscountess Pandora Reina Daival


Monitoring the missile, she sets down her coffee as it never went off. No doubt it had been intercepted right? Taking a headcount of the battlefield her non exploded drones focus in their sensors on both Reina Daival and Acier Moonbound as their combined force began nudging the armament away from its intended target.

Her gloved fingers rubbed together as her presence hovered over the explosive.... She could explode it, right here, right now. They were so focused on just making sure the bomb didn't hit the runner, the opportunity was there...

. . . . .

Her presence was felt around the bomb, and yet? It faded away from it for whatever reason, as to why? She wasn't going to say, but did it really matter now?

As the missile was thrown back at the tower, the automated defenses would blast it, the powder and heated metal fragments trickling down in a somber rain.​

The runner was still alive, even if the bomb had been set off by her hand she figured the slicer would escape. But did she really? Vakhari herself couldn't even begin to understand appeal of the faces, if anything it- Ah, that was the reason. Distraction on top of annoyance...

And seeing as the rival slicer didn't flush her out of the equipment yet, Vakhari takes a moment to walk alongside Noodles as the flood of faces was steadily being cleaned out.​

"That was... not very pog. Very... unpog. Very... pogless."

"Very unwhat now?"

The voice speaks once again to Noodles, this time in a less whispery voice.

"I can't say I look for fights no, but they always seem to come to me either way."

She manifests her image better, Noodles getting to see a vague figure of Vakhari.

"Personally I would have flushed systems before sending out something again, I do still know where you are."

Vakhari did indeed give advice to who she was told was the enemy, her tone having a far less... Evil vibe to it, more of a soft and supportive one laced with a chipper feel.

"You know, I was once sent to Endor to mess with and slice some radio towers. Horrible, never do that. The humid jungle is beyond awful."

Whoever this "V.L" was, she seemed to be striking up a casual convo, a trick?

The signature letters begin to distort, the figure's face still had yet to load in... Just a mess of pixels. Noodles only had got to see a pale figure with long snow-white hair.

Meanwhile, as Valaine Valentine grabbed the droid it would let out an upset sounding beep. Vakhari herself taking a moment to shut off the alarm on the droid as her eyes saw through it.

Viscountess Pandora would begin to receive protected packets, the signature mark of the young Lutris making it clear who was sending them. If this data was accepted, the acolyte would get a catch up on all the information that was gathered thus far. Monitored locations of incoming enemy forces, where friendly troops were holding chokepoints.

There would also be an offered connection, so that Vakhari could see through Pandora to provide better support.

Through her own connection in both Valaine and the droid, she had been able to listen in to what all Pandora had said. And while she did ever so fondly remember the fallen mine entrance.... It was far better to approach things with a smile and offering.

This offering being just what the fervent Acolyte was after..

​

"Oh and such a beautiful offering it would be to the Mistress. More acolytes for the cause!"

"The offered packet should give you what you are after, I'm sure the mistress would love more minds to corrupt."

She says to Pandora, with only the Acolyte being able to hear it.

Did she actually believe that Pandora would get her wish? No, not at all. But was she more than willing to add fuel to that fervent fire to see if either she killed them or ended up being killed herself? Oh yes.

The kindly offered data was meant to be seen as a gift, a friendly gesture from Vakhari to Pandora.

​

 

[Valaine Valentine]

Tags - Vakhari Lutris Noodles Acier Moonbound Reina Daival Viscountess Pandora

When suddenly Pandora hopped down besides Valaine the young Sangnir turned to her with a startled "Ah-!" as she pointed her recently obtained droid companion towards the Logikosa that just sort of beep at her in response. It took Valaine just a second to realise it was an ally, not a foe, that had suddenly appeared. "... Wh-" began Valaine as she glanced up in confusion, "Where did you come from-... Ugh, it... Doesn't matter I guess. Hey Pandora, you seem in a good mood." she greeted with a light slump of her shoulders and a sigh as she continued to cradle the droid in her arms.

The Sangnir turned to start walking again, presumably with Pandora at her side now as she listened to her talk. "Well, I mean sure you can corrupt as many as you want. I'm not even sure how you'd go about it though... I'm just making sure none of them get near Vakhari. Oh, that's like, our goal alright? If one tries to get by us, you chase them down and turn them into a fine paste on the floor or something. Absolutely nobody gets near the control room." she nodded firmly and with conviction, it was about as serious as the Sangnir ever sounded.

And then that seriousness faded as she gestured to the droid in her arms, "...Seen this lil guy? Cute right?" she asked as she gave it a light shake that rattled it.

Both herself and Pandora had an idea of where the intruders were going to come from thanks to Vakhari, and so Valaine's patrol was leading them directly to where they'd likely enter through. Vakhari's assault upon their foes outside had no doubt already tested them, and she hoped that'd make her own job that much easier when they got inside.

"Though I wish I would be doing something more than guard duty."

"Huh? What's wrong with guard duty? It's like, the easiest job. What else would you rather be doing?" commented Valaine in response. The only reason she didn't dislike it was because it meant she got to do a whole lot of slacking off most of the time...

 

[Everest Vale]

Outfit: Personal Armour
Equipment: Lightsaber, Bracelet, Earrings, Seer Stone, Wayfinder's Flare, Atrisian Dancer, Engagement Ring
Tag: Jane Qyssiyana

Eve kept her stride steady as the storm-winds drove grit against her cloak, the sting sharp even through the fabric. Jane moved close at her side, light-footed and unwavering. Eve should have told her no. The thought pressed itself in again, harder this time, and her jaw tightened. She should have told her no, but Jane had refused to be left behind, and somewhere deep down, Eve hadn't had the strength — or perhaps the cruelty — to forbid her.

Still, the guilt gnawed. She was leading her Padawan into a place built on blood and suffering. Serina's hand was here, Eve could feel it,. Somewhere, in this dark heart of something rotten, Serina lay in wait, for someone, patient and cruel as ever. She only hoped whoever came for her could deal enough damage to finally stop or slow her terrible machinations once and for all.

Eve shook her head once, sharply, forcing the heat from her chest. That rage was poison. She had to be better than this.

The refinery loomed larger now, its skeletal towers rising through the haze, lights cutting faint beams into the storm. They moved into its shadow, keeping to the edges, far from the clashes of combat that echoed from elsewhere in the Yards. Somewhere, Hidden Path fighters were already striking, but here, they had a different task. The Crucible Ridge Refinery was a monster of iron and flame, and they were to carve its heart out.

Movement ahead froze her in place. Two security droids stood sentinel, their armour scored with soot, sensor lenses glowing faintly through the murk. No path around. Eve raised a hand and signaled Jane down with two sharp fingers. She closed her eye, breathed deep, and reached out.

The spark came. She pushed, sending a pulse of Force into the circuits of the first droid. Its limbs stuttered, then collapsed as if its joints had turned to ash. But the second resisted her grip. She grimaced, strained, and the feedback broke away with a crackle. The droid's head snapped toward them, weapon already raised.

Blasterfire split the air. Eve's saber ignited in a rush of white, the glow fierce in the stormlight. She stepped forward, blade angled, deflecting shot after shot until the ricochet burned through the droid's chest and it clattered lifeless to the ground. Silence returned just as quickly, leaving only the thrum of her saber before she drew it back to her side and extinguished it. Her breath left her in a slow exhale. She turned to Jane, keeping low.

"Keep your saber close at hand. And be ready for anything." Her voice was calm, but her brow furrowed as her gaze shifted across the horizon. Something pressed faintly at the edge of her senses, a whisper without shape. She could not place it.

She led on, deeper into the refinery's shadow. The storm thickened, the great skeleton of the complex rising higher above them with every step.