Mission &nbsp; Tricks of the Trade

Barinthus E'ron

Kyrie Blaze

Lyssandra Vaelith
Location: Brentaal IV
Outfit

Reina sighed to herself, as she finished off the last part of tying her hair, before brushing down her disguise. It had been a while since she had to dress up as a fishmonger. Simpler times compared to where she was now. Back when she had to worry more about how much to sell her wares for, and less about having to disguise herself for what could potentially be a trap. She turned her attention over towards the small gang in the shuttle, wanting to make sure everything was set before they even stepped foot outside.

"So. As you guys should know, if you've read over the datapad with the mission details, there might be a Force-sensitive loose here. It's up to us to find them, if they are. If we've heard rumours about them, you best count that the Empire also has heard them and is on the lookout. So you know what that means."

At that, the Ersansyr tapped her hip, where a blaster sat, as opposed to a lightsaber. Sure, if she had a sword or a Lightsaber on her hip, she'd definitely stand out. But here she was with just her blaster and harpoon strapped to her back, with a small bundle of rope bundled over her shoulder.

"No Lightsabers. Don't want to draw attention to ourselves. This is meant to be quick, keep our eyes and ears to the ground. Should stick to groups. Pairs at the minimum."

Her eyes darted over towards

Aiden Porte for a moment. As much as Reina was trying to take charge and lead this mission, there was a part of her that was hesitant if she was making the right choices. She hadn't exactly seen herself as leadership material. But if she wanted to go down the path of becoming a Knight eventually, she had to prove that she could do this. There was a part of her that also wanted to pair up with Aiden, simply because he was the only one here that Reina knew well. But they needed to spread their strengths out. Keep inexperienced with experienced.

"Those who are inexperienced should stick with Knight Porte. He'll be able to look out for you. Don't forget your communicators"

Reina tapped her wrist a few time at that, before pointing out to the handful she had laying on the table in the middle of the shuttle.

"I'll be heading towards the markets. See if I can't find any information there."

As Reina waited for the rest to discuss where they were going, the Ersansyr stood off to the side and focused. Slowly but surely, using past experiences and past lessons to help her mask her presence in the Force. Reina wasn't proficient in the Art of the Small. Not yet at least, but she was able to cloak her presence enough to mask her force-sensitivity, unless given a proper observation.

"Are there any questions before we start?"

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

Barinthus E'ron · Oct 3, 2025

THe mission asking for padawans had been... different and he wasn't one to turn down a chance to head out. The battles were a place for others... him too but he preferred the chance to get a lot stronger to live up to his mother and father... even his sister was someone who did things. So he had signed up to go.. mostly out of boredom but there was a chance he could help people and looking at the one talking.. two things happened. The first was instincts like when he was around his sister. She was just as tainted as the pair of them and the other was second. He didn't like the idea someone could be in danger even if it was just meant to be a trap... The lack of a saber kind of sucked but he checked his hands. He could go fists. "No question just show me where we need to go." He crossed his arms over his chest and stood there a paler imitationof his father but never the less he could offer the muscle in a potential fight.

Michael Angellus · Oct 3, 2025

PERSONAL FLIGHT LOG – Entry #2101
Location: – Enroute to Brentaal IV
Assigned Craft: Normally, My X-wing I’m flying a transport this time
Astromech Partner: BRED (BB-30)
Current Mood: Annoyed
Background Noise: I can’t hear anything over the spherical Diva.

Didn’t think I would be working for T.H.R. again.

Not that it matters. Reina is… unique… but she’s cool. She asked for help, I offered. Besides. I can spend the awkward time in the cockpit.

“Wooo-beeep.” [Translation: Weirdo, always liking sitting behind a stick, talking to balls and watching screens..]

Dude! That is disgusting! Why do you have to be so bad?

“Weeep-bwoo.” [Translation: What are you talking about? You’re a pilot, but instead of sitting around lounging, you’d rather fly and talk to droids…]

Oh… I thought…

“Chrrp.” [Translation: Yeah, you thought wrong, you sick minded Bantha Brain!]

Whatever. Anyway we’re going to find a Force Sensitive? Ok, well, at least I can fly. If we’re hiding, I don’t know if this is going to be good if we get caught. ’m not sure how this mission will turn out, but at least I’ll be doing what I do best—flying. If we’re caught, though, I hope Reina has a solid plan. For now, I’ll focus on navigating us safely and keeping an eye out for trouble.

I also have training through the Academy, so I’m good there.

Maybe this won’t be so bad.

What if we’re made? If things go south? “Out” plan?

“Wrrpeeee.” [Translation: Trying to back out already?]

Shut up!

– Michael A.
I think my droid played me like a drum.

TAG:

Aiden Porte |

Reina Daival | @Barinthus E’ron |

Kyrie Blaze |

This is where he is speaking

Aiden Porte · Oct 4, 2025

Aiden stood with one hand braced against the shuttle's bulkhead, the low hum of the repulsors steady beneath his palm. His gaze followed Reina as she finished speaking, what seemed like the faint tremor of uncertainty behind her composure. It wasn't a failing, far from it. He remembered being in that same place once, where every order felt like it might tip the mission toward disaster or triumph. But she had done well: clear directives, sound priorities, an awareness of what was at stake.

He offered a small nod of acknowledgment when her eyes met his a silent vote of confidence, nothing more dramatic than that. The kind that said I see you, and you're doing fine.

When she turned back to the others, Aiden's focus shifted to the younger faces in the cabin padawans adjusting their packs, checking gear, fidgeting with their communicators.

He drew in a slow breath and spoke, his tone even but carrying quiet weight.

"If you sense something unusual, reach out. Don't hesitate to communicate with one another"

What if we're made? If things go south? "Out" plan?

"We regroup at the outer edge of the market, closest to our ship. From there we will make a decision."

With that, Aiden adjusted the strap on his shoulder where a simple satchel hung no lightsaber visible, only the faint weight of it hidden beneath his merchants outfit. He'd dimmed his own presence as well, letting his signature blend into the soft tide of the shuttle's energy. To any observer, he would seem only another quiet man with a patient expression and a blaster at his hip.

Aiden walked over to Reina and gave her a small nod. "You've set the right course." he murmured, low enough for her alone. "Trust your instincts. They've brought you this far they won't fail you now."

And with that, he turned toward the hatch but he stood back as he waited for Reina's lead. The Jedi Knights senses open and steady not as commander, but as watchful guardian, ensuring that those under his care would walk away from this mission wiser, stronger… and alive.

Reina Daival · Oct 5, 2025

Tag:

Lyssandra Vaelith
Location: Brentaal IV
Outfit

"Knight Porte is right. If we get caught, don't run straight to the ship. That'll just cause them to crack down hard on it. If it helps, we can have a droid or somethin' keep the engines running for us."

She didn't have the largest amount of faith in droids, but Reina knew some people found them comforting. Of course, she also left out the part where she wasn't putting much faith into a plan in case things went wrong. More often than not, you'd make a plan and that plan would go belly up. It was best to be able to improvise on the fly. She shrugged her shoulders at that thought, glancing over towards Barinthus at his question.

"You and Michael could head off together. I don't know much about your experience, but I know Michael's perfectly capable to pair you up with. Keep your ears open for any whispers of someone doing "magic" tricks. Don't directly ask about it. That'll put a target on your back. The only people we can trust fully on this planet are the people in this shuttle."

With that, Reina prepared to leave, a small smile spreading across her face at Aiden's words however. She had this. They'd just have to go out and make sure no-one got hurt. Well, actually getting hurt was an acceptable risk. Just had to make sure that no-one was left behind. She flicked open the shuttle down, letting light spill in to reveal the somewhat bustling planet. At least, as bustling as a planet could be under Galactic Empire control.

This was where things were going to get more difficult, but as long as they kept their head to the ground, it should go well. It was also where they'd be going there separate ways for now. Travelling as a group would only bring attention to them, which is why Reina had suggested the idea of pairs in the first place. The redhead turned her head towards the rest of the group, before giving them a small thumbs up and making her way off into the crowd.

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

Barinthus E'ron · Oct 5, 2025

Aiden Porte

Michael Angellus

HE looked at the man she indicated with a nod of his head and spoke holding a hand up before closing a fist. "Ah mom and dad were among the founders of the silver silver jedi, part sithspawn that can track force users, trained by third founder, decent fighter." Her ticked it away bringing one finger up for each as his thumb stayed there for a moment. "Su-up" He raised his thumb for a high five from Michael with a look but he was all for this now and Aiden had given them the plan or at least options. "We'll find whoever is out there and if something happens won't lead them back here." He offered a tight lipped smirk though with some interest but was going more casual to fit in as his senses pushed outwards. Searching and feeling it in the force when he turned back around with his arms crossed and ready.

Michael Angellus · Oct 6, 2025

PERSONAL FLIGHT LOG – Entry #2101
Location: – Enroute to Brentaal IV
Assigned Craft: Normally, My X-wing I’m flying a transport this time
Astromech Partner: BRED (BB-30)
Current Mood: Annoyed
Background Noise: I can’t hear anything over the spherical Diva.

No weapons? Seriously?

We’re walking into a possible Rancor’s den and no weapons?

“Wooo-beeep.” [Translation: Are you “Mr. Military Man”? Tough and Disciplined?.]

Stang it! I hate it when he calls me out, and is right when he does it.

“Weeep-bwoo.” [Translation: Man, you must hate me all the time!]

Oh… whatever…

“Chrrp.” [Translation: You sound like such a girl when you do that! What? You’re “So mad you can’t even look at me” now?]

Okay, that was funny. I’ll admit.

No Blasters?

I didn’t really wait for an answer, and pulled off my gunbelt as well as my lightsaber. It was hidden well enough under my jacket, but I’m mainly here to fly the ship.

Hold on to this for me, “huttball”.

BRED knew what I was doing and opened the little storage compartment on top, just big enough to fit my weapon. I tossed it in, feeling a mix of relief and unease. It wasn’t every day I handed over something so personal, but BRED’s reliability was unquestionable. With that done, I turned my focus back to the ship, ready to get this over with..

“Wrrp-beet.” [Translation: You fail to check in, I’m pawning this thing!]

Closest he will ever come to “don’t die” or “be careful”. I guess I’ll take it.

”Sup”. My dad served in the Navy for the Silvers. My uncle was a Jedi Master and served on the Council. Let’s do this.

– Michael A.
I think my droid played me like a drum.

TAG:

Aiden Porte |

Reina Daival | @Barinthus E’ron |

Kyrie Blaze |

This is where he is speaking

Aiden Porte · Oct 8, 2025

Aiden watched Reina's red hair vanish into the throng, the folds of her jacket lost amid the muted grays and browns of the crowd. For a moment, he lingered at the foot of the shuttle ramp, the dry wind brushing at his cloak. The air here smelled faintly of dust and ozone Imperial industry. Even without reaching through the Force, he could feel the tension in the city below: suspicion clinging to every passerby, fear stitched into every hurried step.

He exhaled through his nose, eyes scanning the skyline. Stormtroopers at the intersections. Surveillance droids sweeping above the thoroughfare. A planet that had once breathed freely now held its breath.

"You heard her. Stay alert, and remember, subtlety is survival."

The Knight adjusted the strap of the satchel at his side, glancing once more toward the distant spires where the marketplace faded into industrial blocks.

He could already feel the faint pulse of something, unfamiliar but resonant, lurking at the edge of his senses.

The Jedi's tone softened slightly as he looked to the others, his voice steady but low.

"If things go wrong, don't lose yourselves to panic. The Force will guide us back together. It always does."

Then, with a final glance toward the sky, a gray-blue canvas streaked with the thin contrails of Imperial patrols, Aiden pulled his hood up and stepped down into the crowd, his presence dimming to a whisper within the Force.

Where the Empire cast its shadow deepest, light had to move quietly.

Reina Daival · Oct 21, 2025

Tag:

Lyssandra Vaelith
Location: Brentaal IV
Outfit

And so, off the intrepid Jedi went, blending into the flow of people around them. Whispers filled the air as citizens tried to go about their daily lives without drawing the attention of the Empire's boot. The watchful gaze of stormtroopers swept over the crowds, studying faces and movements, though a few patrols seemed more interested in joking amongst themselves. For now, it was easy enough for the group to move through the streets unnoticed.

Every so often, a commotion broke out. Not far from the market, a scuffle drew attention, a patrol of troopers wrestling someone into custody. The murmurs spread quickly through the crowd.

"'Parently he spoke out against the Empire."
"Nah, I heard he used some of that Force nonsense."
"No, no, he's a rebel!"

But as soon as the patrol's helmets turned toward the onlookers, the whispers died. The crowd dispersed in an instant, the sound of gossip replaced by the hum of ordinary work once more. Meanwhile, Reina had made her way into the marketplace. She let out a small, exaggerated yawn and scratched idly at her chin. Be unassuming, she reminded herself. That's the plan. Blending in was key, at least until she found something worth her attention. She drifted toward the dingiest stall she could find. For all its shabby appearance, though, the wares looked surprisingly expensive. The stall owner, a rough looking Twi'lek, raised an eyebrow at her quiet examination before finally speaking.

"...Well? You gonna buy something?"

Reina's gaze flicked to the Twi'lek. For a moment, she debated whether to "turn on the charm," as some might put it. She could just ask for what she wanted directly, or she could make it a little easier on herself.

"I was going to, but I feel like you don't have what I want. I'm looking for something a little...less public eye."

The Twi'lek frowned, mulling over her words. After a beat, he grabbed a scrap of paper, scribbled something quickly, and handed it to her.

"...I presume I don't need to tell you to destroy this, yes?"

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

Barinthus E'ron · Oct 21, 2025

Aiden Porte

He gave a nod of his head to Michael. Well they haad something in common at least to help with the whole trust aspect or back up. He left as Reina was leaving as well with a nod. THe mental debate of saying be safe was there but he just gave the traditional jedi way. "May the force be with you." Yeah cause that wasn't lame in its own way when he moved. Getting some looks as he was shiftless but blended in with some of the others. Allowing him to have a soft footed approach while he went through the crowd making a path for Michael to be able to follow. Eyes tracking before he reached out with the senses he rarely tried to use. His tracking and force hunters senses were different... eating the force let him know where people were before he was looking at Michael and motioned towards one of the stalls. Speaking only we a hand came up. "Two bowls." The food getting slopped into the bowls for them and some utensils as he looked around. "So, the plan is good but if we just walk around aimlessly we could completely miss whoever it might be... looking for someone afraid or on the run in a place like this." He said it while just pointing. "I could toss a piece of food and hit one. So we'll adjust it. See if we can get some of the places you can hide the more unsavory the better as they rarely ask questions."

Michael Angellus · Oct 21, 2025

PERSONAL FLIGHT LOG – Entry #2101
Location: – Enroute to Brentaal IV
Assigned Craft: Normally, My X-wing I’m flying a transport this time
Astromech Partner: BRED (BB-30)
Current Mood: Annoyed
Background Noise: I can’t hear anything over the spherical Diva.

I still don’t like walking into a war zone without a sidearm.

They said “no weapons.” Said we’d “blend in better.”

Right—because nothing says blend in like a pilot trying to act casual in a crowd that would sell its own mother for spice credits.

Barinthus E’ron — Silver Jedi, maybe in the past— got paired with me. Calm. Centered. The kind of guy who probably meditates through turbulence. I mentioned Dad had been an admiral under the Silver banner once, and that Uncle Caltin sat on their Council. That earned me a nod, so… small victories.

When Reina peeled off, he gave her the old line: “May the Force be with you.” I almost said it too, but it felt forced. Guess the habit doesn’t come easy when your life’s been more cockpit than temple.

We slipped into the market — narrow streets, oily air, too many eyes. He moved like smoke; I did my best to look like someone who belonged there. That meant keeping my head down and pretending to care about the local food stalls. Spoiler: I shouldn’t have. Whatever was in that bowl had died twice. Still, I forced it down. Helps you blend. Also made it easier to throw later.

Barinthus laid out the problem plain — that we could walk all day and still miss whoever we were looking for. “We’ll look where people hide,” he said. “Places that don’t ask questions.”

I nodded, mostly because my mouth was still busy regretting the food.

Then he mentioned “tossing food to draw them out.” I figured, why not. I flicked a chunk from the spoon — wrist snap like I was throwing a fighter into a barrel roll — and nailed a canister a few stalls away. Thunk. Heads turned. One of them flinched — exactly the kind of twitch we’d been watching for.

Barinthus shot me a look.

I shrugged.

Guess I’ve got decent aim.

He was mad as he started to clean up the mess, so I helped. I offered an apology that I didn’t expect him to accept, and… well he didn’t but he was good with me cleaning up my actions. So there was that. They were less likely to look at me now.

Small victories.

– Michael A.
Never thought I would want for an M.R.E.

TAG:

Aiden Porte |

Reina Daival | @Barinthus E’ron |

Kyrie Blaze |

This is where he is speaking

Aiden Porte · Oct 23, 2025

Barinthus E'ron

The crowd swallowed him like a tide. Voices blended into a low, restless hum vendors calling out prices, stormtroopers barking orders, the faint grind of repulsor engines overhead. Every sound carried a kind of strain, a note of fear that people no longer noticed because it had become part of living.

Aiden moved through it with practiced ease, a shadow between faces. The Force murmured around him fragments of emotion and thought brushing like waves against his awareness. Weariness. Resentment. A spark of hope here, a flare of anger there. All of it woven together into the uneasy rhythm of a world under occupation.

He kept his hood low, eyes shifting toward the narrow alleys where light barely reached. The pulse he had felt earlier that strange, resonant thrum was stronger now, threading through the noise like a beacon wrapped in mist. Not danger, not exactly. But something calling.

He stopped for a moment beside a crumbling archway, the stone still scarred from blaster fire. Beneath his breath, a quiet whisper slipped free.

"Where there's shadow… there's always something worth protecting."

Reina Daival · Oct 28, 2025

Tag:

Lyssandra Vaelith
Location: Brentaal IV
Outfit

There was a part of Reina that wondered how the others were dealing with things. The fact there wasn't any communication happening between the group only implied to Reina that everything was going somewhat well for everyone. So she headed off towards the directions that the Twi'lek had given her, making her way through various alleyways and twists. It was no surprise that the route to get towards the Black Market was quite convoluted. It couldn't just be a simple straight line, otherwise everyone would walk upon it.

Eventually she managed to get to the location on the note she had been given, giving a small rhyhtmic knock to the door before it opened up, a large gammorean peering its head out, glaring down at Reina. The redhead to swallow her disgust for a moment, fighting the urge to want to attack the pig-headed guard. If Reina was being fair, she was somewhat biased against Gammoreans but she tried not to work on those biases.

"...I got sent here. Was looking for something...strong, to help keep me focused."

It wasn't exactly the greatest request of the Black Market...but the Gammorean seemed to buy it, as they stepped along to the side to let Reina into the warehouse. Far more active than Reina had expected, with people mulling about, grabbing whatever they could. Finding someone trying to hide from the Gangs and Imperials in here would be like finding a needle in a haystack. But hey. Reina was good at those kind of things.

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

Barinthus E'ron · Nov 8, 2025

Aiden Porte

Reina Daival

There is a moment when you look at a person who just did something dumb and wonder if they were real... this was it as the food was flung towards the crowd. An example, a metaphor he was just saying to make a point not a challenge.... the man for a moment was unsure what to do as someone was marching towards the pair. The feeling of him in the force was for hostile intent... and he reacted. Not physically he stood there and stiffened. Body remaining stilled to the point it was almost a statue. Eyes remaining and tracking the man without having to adjust and he reached out with the force... whispering and pushing at his mind. Until he found it and the man seemed to pause as he stood before them... sweat starting to form on his forehead. He remained there as he was making him unable to fully see them... something leeching at his mind and pulling on it... then making him fear. Biology was helpful sometimes and the man was moving away quickly in a state of panic. "Well have a nice day." He spoke and turned his head to look at Michael. "PLease don't throw stuff at people just find the person we are looking for. We don't need to intentionally start a fight."

Michael Angellus · Nov 8, 2025

PERSONAL FLIGHT LOG – Entry #2101
Location: – Enroute to Brentaal IV
Assigned Craft: Normally, My X-wing I’m flying a transport this time
Astromech Partner: BRED (BB-30)
Current Mood: Annoyed
Background Noise: Fear and loathing on Brentaal IV.

Pissy. Pissy. Pissy.

A shrug later, I guess he had a point, but…

You have to break some eggs to make an omelette.

I mean, all I did was flick food at someone, and I cleaned it up. The thing is, I’m looked at like an idiot while we have people we can watch. That guy who came up on us? He was walking away from another, who I was subtly pointing out who seemed to be a little too jumpy for his own good.

Does he know something? Maybe, maybe not. Is he worth watching? Definitely. I mean, how else are we going to find this Jedi we’re looking for? Stand around and watch?

– Michael A.
Never thought I would want for an M.R.E.

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This is where he is speaking

Aiden Porte · Nov 13, 2025

Barinthus E'ron