We Take No Prisoners - Galactic Alliance Dominion of Kiffex/Kiffu

[Zonia Kalranoos]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XPhPbTbjYM0​

Location: On board Titania, A Galactic Alliance Dreadnought Cruiser
Objective: To deliver the message
Allies: Galactic Alliance
Enemies: N/A
Post: 1/20

The influence of Galactic Alliance had spread deep towards the Core, like a solar flare that extends far beyond the corona of the sun. With Inner rim at their fingertips, the Alliance aimed to secure influence over Kiffex and Kiffu, cradeled within Azurbani system. Planets were home to multiple prison colonies and a high-security confinement specialized for detaining Force-users, the infamous Stormvault.

The entire sector was overseen by Kiffu Guardians, a long-standing law enforcement organization that upheld order on planets and Kiffex sector. And therein lay the problem; the Guardians would be reluctant to simply outsource their jurisdiction to the Alliance, not so soon after the dissolution of the Protectorate. However, a sudden rise in criminal activity sparked by the institutional void Kiffex and Kiffu found themselves in would motivate the Guardians to reconsider the offer and avoid a hostile takeover. To aid with their negotiation efforts, Chief of State Caita Xan had summoned a trained mentalist versed in art of rhetorics. Thanewulf hesitantly accepted Xan's offer, usually quite averse to matters of state and politics. Her work was always more covert, exploiting heavily art of deceit and trickery. The role of forerunner felt unnatural, yet represented a challenge too tempting to decline.

"You'll see I made the right choice." Caita voiced, tapping her manicured fingers against the armrest of command chair she comfortably sat in - "Thanewulf is sly as a fox. Besides, her dedication to our cause is paramount. Not many Jedi are as adamant. None are as resourceful."
The Sullustan female straightened our her dress and crossed her legs, cupping her chin with her palm.
"Perhaps Voidstalker or Grayson." Xan murmured, more to herself than to captain Geral Drenall, the venerable commander of Titania. Clearly, the commander did not quite understand the intricacies of politics, nor the importance of first impression. A Dreadnought cruiser so deep in Kiffex sector was already a proclamation of war; the last thing Kiffu Guardians needed to see was a one-eyed Bothan who looked like he just crawled out of siege in Clone Wars, right over a heap of bodies of separatist scum he eliminated. No, their first contact with the Galactic Alliance would be radically different.

Before Geral had time to add another complaint about Jedi playing such a large role in Alliance diplomacy, the door of the bridge slid open and revealed a figure clad in an ivory white dress, russet hair flowing from either sides in wavy cascades of purest copper. Thanewulf walked to the center of the bridge with the grace of royalty and offered a deep bow to the Chief of State. The Sullustan nodded, waving her hand as if to signify such formalties were obsolete. She then diverted her gaze to the Bothan, merely to inspect the level of awe measured by the angle at which his bearded jaw had dropped.

"Hail the Guardians." Xan commanded, then motioned Tionne to sit in the captain's chair, the Galactic Alliance emblem now behind her. The Hapan Jedi descended into the chair, but kept herself erected, her wrists strategically placed on the very edges of the armrest. Grey eyes peered into the viewport, the faint light of Kiffu Prime bathing her comely features in faint yellow hues. A single press of the button initiated the transmission; the first impression would decide whether the Alliance would add the Kiffex sector to the fold. Hopefully, the tactic Caita and the ginger-maned Jedi devised in private would work.

"Honorable Guardians, citizens of Kiffex and Kiffu" she began, her voice soft yet laced with determination - "I am Tionne Thanewulf, speaking on behalf of the Galactic Alliance."
There was absolutely no need to mention the Jedi. Not yet, anyway.
"There has been an awakening." the woman stated, lightly gripping the armrests of captain's chair - "Have you felt it?"
Her pupils dilated in dim light, focusing onto two distant specks that were the planets of interest.
"The darkest penumbra looms over the Core, threatening to consume everything in its path of chaos, destruction and suffering. Yet one barrier aims to stand and prevent the entirety of the cosmos from slipping into all-encompassing, irreversible darkness. One last stand before we lose everyone and everything worth living for. One final face-off against the pandemonium we call One Sith."
Tionne paused for a few seconds and looked down, her expression turning a notch somber.

"How long before none of us are left to bury the bodies of those who opposed them? How long before they leave their bloody stamp on every planet in this galaxy? How long before the Sith extinguish the last of light in the hearts of men, once and for all? The Galactic Alliance will not stand and watch idly as they rob us of freedom, peace and a meaningful future. No. We will fight, until the last hand that holds a blaster, lightsaber of a flight yoke, until the last hand of our engineers that holds a sketching pen, until the last hand of our scientists that holds a datapad...until the last hand of our diplomats that assures peace with a firm handshake."
Her gaze was lifted from the floor, only to settle onto the distant light of star once again.

"We are not here to overthrow your leaders, nor to impose our reign, for this is the way of the Sith. No, the Alliance is a bastion of freedom and equality. Liberty in expression, governance and opinion is at the very core of the Alliance. I vouch for this with my life, if need be." the redhead stated firmly, dipping her head a notch.

"Instead, I ask that you to fight alongside the Alliance. Let us help you in restoring the order in the sector. We need strong and proud Kiffar to stand against the one, only enemy."
Then, grey eyes began watering ever so lightly, yet no tears ran down pale cheeks. Thanewulf felt powerful emotions, but had them surpressed under self-imposed weight of rationality. On the rarest of occassions did she let them surface - and when they did, her insides were torn from the inside by the amount of pain the Sith inflicted upon the galaxy. Every single cry they extinguished reverbated through the Force, transforming into infinite sadness that pervaded the entirey of Tionne's being. Her lower lip trembled when she opened her mouth again, words exiting it spoken in the most beseeching manner imagineable -
"Please, join us, or our children will inherit the darkest of worlds."

OOC:

Spoiler

Objective A (Kiffex): Due to the loss of Omega Protectorate oversight and increasing criminal activity in the Kiffu sector, the Kiffu Guardians have been tightening security measures across the prison colonies on Kiffex, and prisoner riots have ensued. In particular, The Stormvault prison compound that holds the most dangerous and amoral of prisoners in Kiffu sector has suffered a failure of prisoner containment, resulting in a large-scale outbreak of such prisoners who are now attacking other prison colonies across the planet. Of interest is [member="Vittras Zerga"], a Force-sensitive ex-Kiffu Guardian rumoured to be innocent of the crimes for which he was initially imprisoned. Apprehend him, and aid the Guardians in containing the threat of other prisoners... if they can be made willing to accept assistance, that is.

Objective B (Kiffex): While a prison world, the soil is quite fertile, making it good for development of agriculture, a possibility that hasn't be explored due to the focus on maintaining prisoner containment. Get in touch with Kiffar Officials and work towards developing the agricultural possibilities of Kiffex, as a crucial part of our war effort. Suggestion: bring up the possibility of involving prisoners in agriculture as part of societal rehabilitation programs.

Objective C (Kiffu): Long in the past, many energy spiders were smuggled to Kiffu, which in turn has made glitterstim and the accompanying drug trade a pervasive entity on the planet. Recent conflict between the Kiffar and the forces of the drug lords has caused significant damages, including to the energy harnessing systems, just in time for the electrical storms caused in Kiffu's atmosphere due to the two planets being brought close together due to their orbits. Apprehend and question drug lords to uncover his connections, and aid in repairs to the energy harnessing systems.

Objective D (Kiffu/Kiffex): BYOO! Bring your own objective! Maybe visit the Busted Blaster, a spacer's bar on Kiffex where scum of the earth drink themselves under the table. Meet some of your favorite scoundrels (feel free to invite your bounty hunter and mercenary friends) and engage in a real, live brawl. Otherwise, do whatever you like! Explore the twin worlds! Fill your boots!

Objectives are the courtesy of the amazing [member="Kelly Perris"]

 

[Brooke Waters]

BYOO
1/20

Now were-spiders, those were a cool concept. She wanted to find one. Well, not really. Token Waters hated spiders, but she was tracking down leads to her own dreams. And there was always the imagery of spiders involved. She knew that there were spiders on Kessel, but Kessel didn’t have anything to do with the Force, and the way her dreams worked? She assumed they were built on the Force. Witch knowledge, or whatever. It wasn’t that important.

What was important was that the wayward casino owner was still taking time away from the Techno Union, signing in to the Executive Council meetings via holocall, while she was doing her exploration. She and Pell, one of her best friends, landed the Innesco known as the Starlit Sea down on the surface of Kiffu. “Now… I don’t really know where we’re going from here, but if we see spiders… I think we’re chasing them.”

That last bit? That was the last thing that Token wanted to do, the last thing she figured anyone ever would want to do. Biting her lip, she looked to her friend, who was still trying to clean… was that glitter? Out from her hair.

Not far from One Sith space, the Bright Star casino ships had made to sail nearby, and the pair had made a guest appearance on one of the Core World traveling vessels for the past few nights. Token had gone to one show and lost Pell for a few hours. Found her in time for the light.

“Spiders, follow them. Right, and you’re sure? You know any bugs that come on your ship, it becomes my department to kill, don’t you?”

Was she ready? She wasn't sure. But she still took the steps down the gangway of the ship.

 

[Corey's OOC]

BYOO
2/20
The Sith were way too relaxed about an enemy of the state coming closer to their neck of the woods. Lucas did not like that. This was just another example of the Sith becoming completely useless, hiding in their laboratories, completing alchemical and biotechnology experiments rather than taking the fight to the enemy. With the victories over the Republic in recent months, they had become complacent, and the Galactic Alliance was allowed to expand.

And he really hated having to leave Coruscant. It meant flying, it meant renting and chartering ships. Sure, he wanted to see what he could learn from the galaxy, as the One Sith were being useless for him, and the nearest world? That was Kiffu. They had the Guardians. And Lucas had a new lightsaber that was screaming for blood. The Anzati-hybrid was going to find it on Kiffu.

Checking the help desk, he was looking for a place to go. A bar, perhaps?

 

[Vittras Zerga]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yjb0j9l1sz4​

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Location: The Stormvault, a maximum security prison, Trostlos Waste, Kiffex
Objective: A
Allies: None
Enemies: Prison guards
Post: 2/20

A fist rammed into the abdomen of Vittras Zerga, a fugitive recaptured by Kiffu Guardians several days prior to impending riot in The Stormvault. The Kiffar spat out blood onto the durasteel floor, long black hair covering his bruised face. His hands were cuffed behind his back, leaving him defenseless against the brutality of the prison guards who thought solitary confinement for life was not a punishment severe enough for the crimes Zerga had commited. Instead, they opted to beat him as long as their knuckles didn't bleed themselves, the torture session lasting several hours. Warden Rhysode had turned a blank eye, letting his men satisfy their needs for carnage on the ex Kiffu Guardian. He had already been painted as a wife and Jedi murderer by the media, condemning him to a sentence before he was even officialy proclaimed guilty. He had become the perfect scapegoat, especially for the Kiffu Guardians who effectively used Zerga's case to illustrate nobody was outside of reach of the law. In a way, Vittras had aided their cause by remaining completely silent during the trial, leaving the prosecutor with an easily job of painting him into a cold-blooded murderer.

"You wife-murdering scum." one of the guards cursed, then spat onto Vittras and kicked him in the groin with full force - "Give me a knife."
Just as he was about to rid Zerga of the ability to procreate, a loud alarm wailed within the prison walls.
"What in the name of the..."
The doors of the interrogation room slammed open, blaster shots flying through to dispose of all three guards. An older man entered the room, followed by an enourage of armed inmates. The infamous Svent Odai, a Kiffar crimelord who formally controlled the flow of spice in the sector, had come to Vittras' rescue. Funnily enough, Zerga was the one who put him behind bars in the first place. The two had developed a peculiar bond while serving time in the Stormvault, a father-son sort of relationship as Svent claimed to have known Zerga's father.

"You are coming with me, boy." the gray haired man said and removed the cuffs from Vittras' wrists, then aided him to stand.
"Wipe your face, Vittras." Odai commanded, then pushed him towards the exit - "We are in control now. I need to send a message to the Guardians. And what better messinger than a fallen one."

The Stormvault was strategically situated in the middle of a desert, with nothing but sand and stone in a radius of a thousand kilometers. The only way how one could escape was if a transport was arranged outside of regularly scheduled ships delivering supplies. Odai's plan was simple; trade the warden, guards and other staff for transport for a few select accomplices. He knew there was no way all hundred twenty prisoners were to board the ship, but he had to make them believe they would.

 

[Liliane]

Location: Surface of Kiffex | Exact Location Unknown
Objective: D - Handle Personal Business
Allies: The Galactic Alliance
Enemies: Enemies of the Galactic Alliance
Post: [ 01/20 ]

"I told you you'd never get away with it. Yet you still thought it would be fun to sharpen your teeth on us..."

Lilin's voice was angrier than ever before. She held her blue lightsaber in her right hand and a blaster - not her own - in her left hand, both of them aimed at the man she'd cornered. The man was in a situation which he couldn't escape. Even though she could have managed to run away from the hands of Lilin, there was no way he could stand against the torture of him.

"It's not your business, you karking sithspit!" the man yelled back at the girl, although he didn't make a move.

"It pretty much is my business. Any act against my family is important to me, you unmoral motherkarker!"

 

[Jacen Voidstalker]

There was a quiet click as the catch at the back of the neck caught. The underlayer of the Vanguard armour suit was now in place. Jacen took a moment to smooth out the form fitting layers filled with kinetic impact gel. The suit was constructed just for his body shape, but was unfortunately a little tight on the shoulders, courtesy of the gym time from his latest period off the front lines.

It was a good speech, he reflected. His military career had never advanced to the point of needed to deliver lengthy diatribes. Instead his worst moments had been finding one of his sergeants, looking him in the eye and saying “Big man, tomorrow morning you and your squad are going to…” before explaining just had badly they'd drawn the short straw.

There was a quiet rattle as he shook out the next layer, comprised of Vanir’s proprietary shark skin plates.

As the war had dragged on they'd becoming increasingly desperate. More and more frequently he'd had to tell a squad leader to take his eighteen year old recruits and go and sell their lives to buy the evacuees more time from the chittering vong hordes.

Each plate of alloy made a satisfying ‘clunk’ as it snapped into place. His blastec rifle was affixed to the magnetic holster on his back, before he strapped his Occluder handcannon to his thigh. Finally his hands found the reassuring touch of his lightsaber.

No, Jacen did not like making speeches. He didn't envy those who had the task. What he found most satisfying was stepping up and dealing with the problem directly in the hope that one day, he'd never have to look a friend in the eye and give him a death sentence again.

 

[Cedric Grayson]

Objective: NYOO
Allies: N/A
Enemies: [member="Lucas Gravois"]

Darius had come to Kiffu for the sole reason of helping deal with the drug lords. Master Sedaire would eventually be arriving as well, but the padawan would serve as part of the vanguard for now. That more or less meant that he was alone for now. Such was often the case since the earliest days of the war; Darius was more than accustomed to operating on his own.

What he was not accustomed to were the sudden shifts in the force that usually indicated something malignant was nearby. Sure, he understood them, but it was rare for him to ever pin down where those particular threats happened to be. This just so happened to be one of the rare moments where he succeeded in doing so. Part of him wished he hadn't.

There was something...off about one of the nearby buildings. It made Darius uneasy. The building in question seemed to be your usual run of the mill starport. Odd.

The padawan chose a position near the entrance of the building, and chose to wait. Whatever was inside...well, hopefully it would come to him.

 

[Corey's OOC]

Obj. BYOO
Allies: No.
Enemies: [member="Darius"]

Lucas didn’t go places where others wanted to go. He was a part of the One Sith, but he was the worst part of the Sith. They did nothing. They worked together to hide behind their borders, and not stretch out into the galaxy. Not since the ‘cold war’ with the Republic had began, the One Sith were sitting behind their walls. Lucas was not like them.

Lucas did what Lucas needed to do. He was Sith. He was going to show the galaxy what it meant to be a Sith. He was questioning, well, interrogating someone from behind the desk. He needed to find the Guardians, and he knew the best way to do that. Anyone who would be walking into the building that Lucas was in would be greeted with the image of a man dressed in black, facing a clerk who was gasping for breath, unignited lightsaber in his hand.

“Where are the Guardians.” He spoke calmly, to no avail.

The gasping had stopped. This clerk was no longer useful.

 

[Sempra the Hutt]

Objective C/D
Location: Underbelly cantina
Post 1/20

The room was heavy with smoke and the air smelled like a mix of brimstone, sweat and sweets.

While the cantina was far from luxorious the arrival of the criminal Sempra the hutt had cast a taste of underground grandness. At least from the perspective of the rough and uncivil tentacles of drug abusers and knee cap breakers.

In the back room cushions and divans decorated the corners, slaves and servants with dull eyes watching each other spread themselves, half slumbering among them.

Here and there stood more attentive people, guards of various species and forms. All tending to their lord and master who dominated the room.

Sempra heaved himself on his throne gazing on the prospects seeking his audience.
Mostly Low lives and thugs seeking either employment or spice.

He paid little attention to them however, letting his trusted servants handle it. He shifted his pipe from one corner of his mouth to the other and nodded to his friend [member="Raka the Hutt"] making sure he had what he wanted.

To most, it all seemed like another business stop for the infamous drug lord. Sempra however was waiting. He had followed the rise of the galactic alliance for some time now. They were clearly opposing the sith Empire, in fact it seemed to be the very meaning of the alliances existence. A desperate but also seemingly progressive force meant to shield the galaxy from the alleged evil of the sith. While the hutt did not really care who governed who he had a keen eye for opportunity.
And regardless if the Galactic Alliance fought for freedom and justice, war always brought instability, sorrow and despair. Traits that created customers.
Besides, as current dealers were swept away there was a power vacuum here, a market share that needed to be filled.
Having placed his agents across the underbelly of both Kiffu and Kiffex Sempra meant to keep tabs on the moves of the competition during this critical time of opportunity.
Heads would be rolling soon and Sempra would learn about it.

All Sempra had to do now was to bide his time. And so he kept his little court, enjoying some food, beverage and conversation.

Spoiler

[member="Snarykk"] [member="Gaarlanna"] [member="Cadan Tazi"]
An opportunity to RP if you like.

 

[Cedric Grayson]

2/20

[member="Trin Gravois"]

Screw waiting.

Something was going on in that building. It was giving Darius all kinds of bad vibes. Grumbling a curse under his breath, the padawan pulled back the cowl from his face and bit the bullet.

The door creaked open.

The first thing he saw was the man struggling to draw in a breath. Then there was the other man; the source of this disturbance, a nexus of...hate. Thankfully Darius was not particularly sensitive to the motives or or feelings of others, so it did not overwhelm him. Still, he knew a threat when he saw one.

"Stop!" Darius snapped as he stepped forward.

Then the gasping stopped, and people began to flee the building.

No.

A flicker of outrage rose within the boy. He'd seen this kind of thing happen too many times, and he was always just a moment to slow to stop them. His lightsaber flew from his belt into his open palm.

There is no emotion.

Darius drew in a deep breath, and halted the trembling of his fingers. His lightsaber hissed as it came to life; its blue light outshining everything else in the room.

"That wasn't right. He didn't deserve to die."

 

[Corey's OOC]

Obj. BYOO
Allies: No
Enemies: [member="Darius"]
4/20

The body was dumped unceremoniously to the floor. Lucas didn’t care, there would be someone else who could give him the information he wanted. Someone who was understanding to the way the galaxy went. That the Sith would be leading the fight and taking the galaxy by storm, those that clung to the light side? They were weak and built to die.

Everything would answer to the Sith.

He turned when the body slumped to the ground. “Afraid to face me with everything you are?” Lucas was not one to try to pull someone to the dark side, he preferred the kill. But if he could make someone sloppy? He would.

“He didn’t deserve to live. A useless life. A half life.” The red blade ignited in Lucas’s hand. “So, the Jedi have come to Kiffu. Lets see how well they can defend it.”

Was Lucas here by himself? Maybe. Yes, yes he was.

 

[Audren Sykes]

Objective: BYOO
Post: 1/20

Kiffex and Kiffu were next on the Galactic Alliance's blitzkrieg. Rather than being another leap towards the Core, it was a somewhat lateral move. Audren thought this wise; the Alliance was made up of a small core and a few branches in a couple directions. Their goal was likely to cut off one of the arms of the One Sith, but doing so left them vulnerable. He thought they were moving too fast for their goal and needed to solidify their existing worlds to prevent the same thing they were working on from happening to them. Not that he mentioned this, he was a simple Padawan - not even primarily attached to the Alliance - with no tactical training. Such was life.

Said lateral move offered an opportunity to the Sephi, however. His method of sensing the Force was not the typical - not unique, per se, but far from common - and he was still getting used to portions of it. One of the quirks was the threads coming off other people. Most of them connected to those around, friends or those with relationships both good and bad. Yet there were other threads, ones that simply faded after a short distance. It varied, but it was never any longer than a meter or so. From the few writings he'd been able to find, it sounded like the threads might be connections through time. Whenever he tried to follow those connections however, he couldn't. Just didn't happen.

That's where the Kiffar came into play. They were a near-human species, and one where many of the species were gifted with a power called Psychometry. The skill was not directly related, it supposedly only worked on inanimate objects and allowed the viewer to see the event as if they'd been there. It encompassed all the sights, sounds, smells, and emotions of the person who'd wielded the object. On the surface - maybe even past the surface - the Force skill of Psychometry was unrelated to what Audren was seeking, but his hope was that since both contained links to the past, he could apply the disciplines of one to the other; if it didn't work the whole way, hopefully it would work at least partially and he could muddle through the rest on his own.

Now the first step though: finding someone who both could and would teach him.

 

[Grrwunhoooll Agaburry]

Location: Kriffex, Stormvault, Maximum security.
Objective: A
Allies: Prisoners [member="Vittras Zerga"]
Enemies: Prison Guards

Amidst the taller group of armed inmates was Kezeroth. Of course their was going to be alot of questions. How did he get their? WHo captured him? Why was he now Feeorin? The answer would mean a long story and since no one really likes that then second best answer would be... Survival.

From the beginning it was about survival and now was no different. Plan now was to leave the prison and without losing his current form. A single crimson eye glanced at the one named Zerga as his cuffs were removed. Lots of faces in this prison but this one looked slightly busted. The guards did a real number on this kid.

" Haha! Fix your face kid." he exclaimed as he walked by the young Kiffar.

 

[Liliane]

Location: Surface of Kiffex | Exact Location Unknown
Objective: D - Handle Personal Business
Allies: The Galactic Alliance
Enemies: Enemies of the Galactic Alliance
Post: [ 02/20 ]

"It wasn't my fault! Don't kill me... I was threatened to do that or otherwise I would have died..." the man yelled at Lilin. "I doubt you'd ever understand what it means when you'll either have to do something immoral or die a horrible death."

"Trust me, I know what it feels like. I feel that nearly every day," Lilin spoke with confidence. "I know exactly what it means to have to choose. But the point is, there is also a third option which won't be represented to you."

The man stood in silence as he didn't know what to say. He lacked the words to form a sentence which would describe his feelings perfectly.

"You fight. You fight against all evil in this galaxy. There is a way to make this happen. And it's the most honourable of them all."

The criminal still had nothing to say. He looked blankly into the eyes of the Rogue Jedi as he dropped his blaster on the grass. He couldn't stand against the woman, there was no doubt of that. And even though he didn't know there was one more enemy to him, he seemed to understand there's no way he could leave this situation with ease.

 

[Vittras Zerga]

Location: The Stormvault, a maximum security prison, Trostlos Waste, Kiffex
Objective: A
Allies: [member="Kezeroth the Unyielding"]
Enemies: Prison guards
Post: 3/20

Another inmate from Kezeroth's group offered a white towel to Zerga, the Kiffar using it to wipe his face of blood as they made their way into the hallway and to the main compound of the Stormvault. He was still bleeding from his mouth, probably a result of internal injuries he suffered from hour-long beating. Seeing a doctor was probably in order, but would have to be postponed to a later, less chaotic time. Svent Odai marched forward, holding the rifle he ceased from the guards high.

"You shouldn't have escaped, boy." Svent said, glancing at former Kiffu Guardian over his shoulder - "I had to go through quite a lot of trouble of delivering the message of your whereabouts to the Guardians. Without my help, you'd be still roaming around Kiffu."

Vittras gasped for air when the crime lord mentioned he was the one to deliver crucial information that lead to his recapture. No wonder the Guardians discovered the Opium Room, a well-kept secret amongst the glitterstim users.
"You son of a...." the younger Kiffar mumbled, extended his hand to grip Odai on the shoulder in an attempt to ram a fist into his jaw. Svent turned and gripped his fist with his hand, effectively blocking Vittras.

"I needed you here, son. Trust me." he voiced, then diverted his gaze to Kezeroth - "Keep an eye on my sonny here. And find him a rifle."

Zerga too glanced at the Feeorin, with questioning eyes.
"How did you manage to overthrow the guards? And where is Warden Rhysode?"

 

[Jacen Voidstalker]

Objective A

“Repeat check. Everyone has every single weapon on them set to stun?” Jacen asked, his voice raised to cut across the general chatter. A few seconds followed of every Hound and GADF soldier unholstering and checking each weapon’s settings.

A series of affirmative grunts followed. “That Guardians haven't given us permission to move in yet so keep alert but be aware we may be in for a wait,” Jacen explained as the shuttle lifted off the deck of the hangar. The Alliance cruiser was holding position in orbit, but it was rapidly disgorging a swarm of shuttles. They wouldn't break atmosphere or touch down until directed by the local authorities who were suddenly being stretched by a number of incidents across the high security installations.

This was going to be a tricky bastard of a mission. Civilians, hostages, friendly forces they'd never worked with before and some of the worst criminally insane individuals in the known galaxy. A recipe for disaster if there ever was one in Voidstalker's opinion.

 

[Nubica Felidae]

[Post=1/20]​

She closed her eyes and concentrated on an oddly shaped shard of plastoid in her right hand that she had picked up in the hangar as she had waited to board the shuttle. Nothing about it was familiar, so there was no way her conscious mind could guess its origins or purpose. Determining either or both of those was where her psychometric ability was supposed to come in.

About one in a hundred Kiffar were born with this particular Force talent, deciphering the origin and history of objects by touch alone. One of the Jedi on board with her was so gifted. And given the time they would be spending together, he’d promised to teach her if he could. Plenty of Jedi Knights had no psychometric ability whatsoever, but all were supposed to intimately know their own strengths and weaknesses. Nubica simply wanted to know if she had the gift.

She focused on her breathing and let the Force flow strongly through her. The shaking of the freighter and the chattering of its passengers receded. She felt only the complex shape of the object in her palm, and examined the way it sat in the universe without recourse to her usual senses. Was it old or new? Did it come from nearby or far away? Was it precious or disposable? Had it been dropped deliberately or without care? Was it manufactured or handmade? Were there thousands of such things in the galaxy, or was this the only one that had ever existed?

Half-felt impressions came and went. She saw a woman's face — a human woman, with wide-set brown eyes and a distinctive scar across her chin. She pursued that mental scent as far as it went, but nothing more came to him. She let it go, and realised then that he had seen this woman. She had been selling roasted spider-roaches to an Abyssin with one eye. her mind had thrown up her face in desperation. She had nothing at all to do with the scrap of plastoid.

A Jedi Knight is a Jedi Knight in all respects. Until she controlled this talent, she could hardly be said to have control over herself. On that point she had no defence.

 

[Cedric Grayson]

[member="Lucas Gravois"]

This wasn't the first Sith the padawan had dealt with. He recalled the battle with [member="Abraxas"] on Ambria, a monster built through cruel experiments and fueled by the Dark Side. That beast had slaughtered a great number of Jedi before it fell to both Darius and Master Sedaire. The padawan would not allow that victory to make him overconfident, but it did help assure him that this was a fight he could win.

And he certainly wasn't going to be taunted by this one.

"It takes far more strength to resist your urges than to give in to them." Darius lectured. The boy had grown up. "Restraint is what separates us from animals. Unlike your kind." The padawan cracked a thin smile, and wasted no time in making the first move.

He was a physical fighter. The force guided his hand, but it was rare for him to manifest it in combat. His blade was always enough. The lightsaber hissed as it cut an azure arc through the air; his muscles strained as he swung the weapon downward to try and cleave Lucas from shoulder to hip. His hope was to end the battle in one quick, savage blow.

Odds were things were going to go differently.

 

[Gabriel Sionoma]

Location: En route to The Stormvault, a maximum security prison, Trostlos Waste, Kiffex
Objective: A
Allies: [member="Jacen Voidstalker"], other Hounds
Enemies: Prisoners, [member="Vittras Zerga"] (for now)
Post: 1/20

Hands stuck to the grove, portion of the armor that showed separation of gel and sharkskin on the breastplate. Eyes trailed across the transport, looking at those who had been recruited for this particular task. Memories spanning back to a life that occurred before this one, Gabriel recalled a portion of time spent putting down riots in the streets with riot gear and grenade launcher. Of course, no heed was paid to the well being of those in the riots on whatever planet that was, being usurped into the power of the Primeval. That was an inherently dark time for him, faded memories of worlds placed beneath heel. But now, those very same steps, transferred to new body, gave way to the idea of redemption. And it came in baby steps, from combating the One Sith to putting down riots.

As the words were spoken, armor moved the man, approaching the Jedi Master of the Hounds. "Jacen..." Name spoken gruffly, an affirmation of his command. Though truthfully, as a more direct portion of the law enforcement on Sulon, Gabriel was confused as to where leadership lied and in which manner it flowed. He was content to follow the mans lead, or to treat this as they had done before. Men on separate sides of the bars, learning to value the friendship they had. Lights flickered from the screen on his wrists as he turned to the fellow vanguard. "Have you had a chance to look over some of the dossiers of the prisoners reported to be out?"

He scratched his nose and exhaled. "Seems we are in a for an...interesting ordeal. So..." He looked back up, trying to sort things out. "Like Sullust then?"

A row of cuffs lined the back of his belt, both firearms were the same used back on the molten planet, and he would likely forego the use of the lightsaber unless absolutely needed. "How are we in regards to the Guardians? I suspect they wont be too happy about us jumping in on their turf, no matter how much they might need us."

 

[Brooke Waters]

BYOO
n>20

Were spiders were terrifying. Token didn’t want to meet any, but she was coming to Kiffu because it was an important Force world. The Guardians were really good at understanding what was going on in the world, what items could tell them. Her goal? It was to pick up someone who could help her. Pick them up, bring them on her missions, and them off this world. Sure, she could work on the casino front but Ryan and Alana were doing really well at managing that for her.

“I’ll be fine!” Token all but stamped her foot. She was, of course, lying. Bugs were gross. Spiders were the worst, with all their legs? And their feelers?

And their eyes?

“Whatever you say, Tokes.” Pell shook her head. She ran a hand through her hair and wiped glitter on her pants. “Its everywhere.” And all Token could do was laugh and shake her head. The pair had left the ship, and arm in arm made their way through the starport. Maybe it was a different starport than the one Lucas and Darius were fighting in, maybe it was a different day. But right now, they were on a mission. Token had a few things, a gun, a hat, and a key, that she needed to understand more about. She was looking for the Guardians, but… maybe not as fast as others would.

It was a new world, after all.