Junction Where It All Will End | ME & THR Junction of Ewdenen and Thyferra

[Jonyna Si]

TAGS: Taam Moghul​

Jonyna couldn't help it. It was like instinct to lean against him at this point.

"I'll need to make sure the Macklunkees are unloading first. People need to eat. What about you?" She purred. "You eaten anything yet?"

Hearing her cubs were fine let her relax, even if she could feel what was happening elsewhere. A battle was raging, and she knew better than to not feel at least a little stressed at the thought.

 

[Perseus]

OBJECTIVE 1
EQUIPMENT: Protector-Type Beskar'gam | Ori Sidaki | Dral Gaan | Beskad | Euk Siha Service Knives | RIDDS
TAGS: Aselia Verd | Adonis Angelis IV | Camille Cendre | Dral-Kar'ta Saandyr | Shokoh al Khayyat | Riya Pashen | Zoro Igala | Ronhar Tane | Marlon Sularen | Itzhal Volkihar
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A flash of blaster fire tore overhead as the Imperial emplacement exploded beneath concentrated bombardment. The ground shook hard enough for me to feel it through the plates of my armor, vibrations rolling through my chest with every detonation. Behind me, Mandalorian riflemen laid down suppressive fire toward the trenchline while the advance pushed forward in staggered movement.

I moved with them at first.

Low posture. Controlled breathing. Knives already drawn.

The barricade came fast. I vaulted it in a single motion, landing hard in the mud beyond as an Imperial soldier turned toward me with his rifle half-raised. One blade flipped free from my hand immediately. Not the edge. The pommel. The metal struck his throat with enough force to stagger him backward, hands clawing instinctively toward his neck as panic overtook training.

I closed the distance before he could recover.

My crushgaunt slammed into his chest plate with a heavy crack. The impact launched him backward into another trooper hard enough to send both crashing into the trench wall. Blaster fire snapped toward me almost instantly. I dropped lower, shoulder angled forward, minimizing the target profile as bolts hissed overhead and scorched the duracrete behind me.

Movement. Heat. Noise.

No time to think.

My hand found the thrown knife again as I slid across the trench floor. Reverse grip. Upward strike. The blade punched through the lower filter of a stormtrooper helmet and buried itself deep beneath the faceplate. I ripped it free immediately, boots already driving me upright again before the body fully collapsed.

Another trooper lunged for his rifle.

Too slow.

I crashed into him before the weapon cleared its sling. One hand seized armor plating while the other drove the knife into the gap beneath his arm. Once. Then again harder. The second thrust punched through armorweave with brute force rather than precision, and I felt the resistance suddenly give way beneath the blade.

Blood flooded hot across my hand.

The sound he made barely resembled a voice.

My breathing was getting louder inside the helmet now.

Faster.

Comms crackled somewhere in the background.

Civilian sector.

Crossfire.

Minimize casualties.

The words barely registered through the pounding in my ears.

They chose to fight. Chose to stay. Survival was never guaranteed.

Weakness got people killed.

My boots slammed into the trench floor as I surged forward again. Blaster bolts struck center mass almost immediately, each impact hammering against my armor hard enough to stagger my stride. Pain flared through my ribs. I ignored it. Arms tightened instinctively around my centerline, protecting the weak points in the armor as momentum carried me through the barrage.

One Imperial rounded the corner ahead. Then another.

Too close for rifles now.

Both blades drove upward beneath their shoulders almost simultaneously, punching into the gaps beneath the armpits. I felt the knives catch deep. Their bodies jerked violently against the impacts before I forced forward, using one collapsing trooper as cover against incoming fire farther down the trenchline.

Everything narrowed after that.

Not strategy.

Not formation.

Just movement.

Forward.

The body dropped away from my grip as I hit the next emplacement. One trooper tried to backpedal. Another reached for a sidearm. I was already on them. The knives no longer moved like tools.

They moved like claws.

One slash opened a throat seam beneath plastoid armor. Another strike buried itself beneath a jawline before ripping sideways free. Blood sprayed across my gauntlets, hot even through the cold air, streaking black armor crimson while the sound inside my helmet dissolved into distorted breathing and snarling static.

Someone shouted my name through the comms. I don't remember who.

The turret emplacement came into view ahead. I hit it at full momentum, one hand seizing the mounted weapon while the other ripped a dead trooper free from its firing position. Metal screamed as I tore the heavy repeater from its tripod mount and swung it toward the Imperial line. Hands and arms burning from exertion.

The trigger depressed.

The weapon roared.

Blaster fire flooded the trench in burning red streams while the barrel glowed brighter and brighter beneath sustained fire. I could smell scorched metal even through the helmet filters. My vision tunneled. My breathing sounded wrong now. Ragged, animalistic, almost drowning beneath the sound of the gun.

This wasn't survival anymore.

Somewhere in the fighting, that instinct had twisted into something else entirely.

Only momentum remained.

Violence. Forward.

And behind the helmet, I realized I was screaming.

 

[Novac Lyrikal]

tags: open(if anyone wants to pvp me feel free) Aselia Verd Adonis Angelis IV Camille Cendre Dral-Kar'ta Saandyr Shokoh al Khayyat Riya Pashen Zoro Igala Ronhar Tane Marlon Sularen Itzhal Volkihar

as his walkers got out from the drop pod they unloaded troops while kairo with his rotary blaster got on top of one. he was clearly about to have some fun. novac responded to the invitation to follow asluck riya with "we'll follow for now, might split off to go help else where or fight of imps." novac lead the droids and walkers as he followed until

civilians where fighting, or rather getting killed. it was respectable that there where willing to fight but there weren't trained or skilled enough for this "damn it. sentinels, protect the civilians, walkers make sure the imperials get what they deserve, kairo..you do you bud i know you got this."

a few imperials where about to fire on a group of civilians who where running at them with blade, tools and other makeshift melee weapons. idiots, they just going to get themselves killed. novac rushed towards the imperials while pulling all of their blasters out of their hands, they of course had backup pistols but. before they could start firing at novac or the civilians novac had reached them and ignited his 4 sabers, quickly cutting down and slithering between imperial after imperial till the small group was wiped out. novac put his sabers back under his cloak and went to the group of civilians who where now cheering. "hey you all! look i respect your will to fight but your all horribly outmatched against the imperials. they'll take you somewhere safe." he said as he waved a few droids over.

 

[Tekton Artez]

Objective 3​

Tekton was a bit at a loss. He'd much prefer being on the battlefield than in this the luxurious halls of power. Unfortunately, his clan had felt that they had needed a representative at this event, they had for some reason selected Tekton to attend, no doubt in an effort to further encourage him to officially take the position of alor of the clan. Well, if that had been the intent it had backfired spectacularly. Tekton couldn't feel more out of place if he'd tried. Even with his armor on he felt exposed.

Truthfully he didn't think any Mandalorian worth their salt could truly be called comfortable in such an environment. The fact that there would appear to be a few Mandalorians in attendance, was to Tektons mind just more evidence of that fact. Adelle Bastiel and Mia Monroe was clearly on duty protecting the Eshan Queen Quinn Varanin . Tekton felt the absurd desire to say hi, he had after all met her, as well as if only for the familiarity of being with his own people, but then he was loathe to interrupt a Mandalorian performing their duties.

Tekton searched the room for any other familiar or semi familiar faces. Noticing a fellow Mandalorian, Tekton wasn't quite so blind to politics that he didn't recognise Siv Kryze the Warden of Concordia. Concordia was as much a Mandalorian world as Mandalore itself, it's name almost as instantly recognisable as belonging to the culture. Tekton paused as he considered that. It was possible the warden of such a planet would be… traditionalist. It may not be appreciated for Tekton's own progressive circumstance or the forward thinking views of Clan Artez.

Shrugging to himself Tekton decided what was the point of a diplomatic event, if not to establish relationships with others you might otherwise be adverse against. Besides Tekton wasn't one to fear much let alone fellow Mandalorians, he doubted any action would be taken at such an event and if it were, Tekton was hardly a wilted flower unable to defend himself.

Walking over he introduced himself, Tekton was struck at how disappointed his clan would be that he was sent to establish a discourse with others and he had instead gravitated towards fellow Mandalorians. It irritated him that he had been pressured to do something yet still felt a failure of duty in not performing it. Ah well Artez could use more connections with fellow Mandalorians as well.

"Tekton. Clan Artez." Tekton paused, unsure of how to make a diplomatic overture. "Not exactly our scene, is it?"

 

[Quinn Varanin]

//: Mia Monroe //: Adelle Bastiel //: Seris Mataan //: Dominique Vexx //:

“Hello Quinn.”

The acknowledgment was quiet, but too familiar for the Queen. The setting wasn't correct for that type of familiarity. Quinn noted the softness in Mia's tone, and she felt like a child. The mutual respect she had come to expect from her Mandalorian guards and peers was gone. To them, she was a child who caused problems — forcing them to do things they disliked.

Mia further drove home the intent behind her being here by noting that she was here as a deterrent. The words played over and over in the girl's mind, as she wondered what Mia would rather be doing. Adelle acknowledged her in a usual way. It was jarring: one Mandalorian respected her position, while the other seemed to see her only as a child.

It was annoying, mostly because she felt her control of the situation was getting out of hand.

Meaning she had none, especially since the Mandalorians and Aether felt she couldn't take care of herself.

"Warmaster, Ambassador," her smile was forced, meant, and often deployed in political settings. It was practiced so much, Quinn wondered if she remembered how to truly smile anymore.

"You both look amazing. It's nice to see you out of armor here and there." A hand covered her lips as she laughed. It became the only refuge for the fake smile.

"Now if you both could convince the Mandalore every once in a while to do the same…" Her hand lowered, and the smile returned. Thankfully, another joined them and drew Quinn's attention from the spiral of emotions that her brain was tormenting her with. Looking over, she once more found herself in the company of the Chancellor of the High Republic.

Remembering the last time she had briefly spoken to the woman, her attention had been pulled away. Her tight smile turned sheepish as she nodded her head in acknowledgment to Dominique.

"Either is fine, I'm the Queen of Eshan, who is a Warden of Mandalore." It was an answer, but it might not have been the one Dominique wanted. Quinn had learned it was easier to answer, but not answer the questions given to her by anyone from the Republic, especially after her interactions with the Jedi.

Quinn tried to dissect the Chancellor's words. They came at her quickly, and she wondered if there were any hidden meanings behind them. Her eyes momentarily looked at Adelle. If anyone could deduce the woman's words, it would be the Ambassador.

"Your company is quite welcomed, Chancellor." Quinn shifted aside, opening the small gathering, allowing the woman to join them.

Almost perfect timing, Quinn caught Seris' return glance. It was a gesture that caused the back of Quinn's throat to dry… tighten at the possibility. Unfortunately, she couldn't do what she had done to Dominique the first time they had met… again.

Doing her best not to allow any temptation to take hold, she focused on the Chancellor and the two Mandalorians who were reluctantly guarding her.

As much as she wanted to look for another familiar face in the crowd, the two she would be looking for didn't seem to be too close by. 312 had her duties, and Sibylla was nowhere to be seen. Quinn wondered slightly… hoping that nothing prevented her from arriving.

"I am sorry again for our first meeting. I'm hoping this time around I can give you a better impression of myself. I've heard many good things from my Ambassador, Parthi, and of course those that I've recently made acquaintances with."

Her professional smile returned as she gave her full attention to the Chancellor. She hoped this wouldn't turn into her trying to defend herself from another Republican snake.

At least Quinn hoped Mia's presence was accurately described by the woman herself.

A deterrent…

"How are you enjoying Corellia? This is my first time here, and I'd like to extend my stay to see more of it. Though..." Quinn sighed softly, musing over her affections for Naboo.

"I find myself missing Theed right now."

 

[Siv Kryze]

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Siv's visor shifted toward the approaching figure before Tekton even spoke, the Warden of Concordia recognizing the armor and bearing long before the introduction came. Siv gave a small nod in return.

"Siv Kryze. Concordia."

At the comment about the party, a low hum of amusement slipped through the vocoder.

"No," he answered simply. "Not really."

His gaze drifted briefly across the ballroom again before settling back on Tekton. "Most people here are wearing armor too. Theirs just happens to be stitched into suits and titles." There wasn't much judgment in the observation, just calm fact. Siv straightened slightly from where he'd been standing watch over the room.

"You're not doing badly, if that helps," he added. "First mistake people make in places like this is thinking they need to become part of it. You don't." A nearby cluster shifted as another wave of guests entered through the main hall doors. Siv tracked it automatically, then motioned lightly with one gauntleted hand for Tekton to walk with him. "Come on. Standing still too long makes people think you're either lost or dangerous."

A short pause.

"Sometimes both." The two moved slowly along the edge of the ballroom rather than through the center, Siv naturally guiding them through thinner currents of people instead of throwing Tekton directly into the densest political circles. As they walked, Siv quietly pointed people out, not like a lecturer, more like someone helping another warrior understand unfamiliar terrain.

"That's Cynan Obaith ," he said subtly, angling his helmet toward the Corellian senator. "Host of the event. Easier to talk to than most politicians here."

Further across the room his visor tilted slightly again. " Dominique Vexx . Chancellor of the High Republic. Worth knowing, even if only so you recognize where attention in the room keeps drifting."

Another beat passed before he nodded toward a cluster nearer the edge. " Mia Monroe and Adelle Bastiel are running security around the Queen of Eshan Quinn Varanin tonight. Probably best not to interrupt unless they look free."

His tone stayed even, conversational. No politics. No testing Tekton's beliefs. Just helping him navigate. "You don't need to sell yourself in a room like this," Siv continued after a moment. "People here remember confidence more than speeches. Short conversations. Direct words. Leave before the discussion turns into trade routes and funding percentages."

A faint pause.

"Trust me on that one." For the first time since Tekton had approached, Siv's posture eased slightly, not relaxed exactly, but less formal. "Clan Artez has a reputation for adapting quicker than most clans do," he said. "That alone makes people curious. Use that instead of fighting it."

Ahead of them another small conversation circle opened naturally as guests shifted positions, leaving room enough to step in without forcing it. Siv glanced toward Tekton. "You came here to establish connections, right?" he asked. "Might as well leave with a few."

TAG: Dominique Vexx | Makai Dashiell | Quinn Varanin | Mia Monroe | Adelle Bastiel Cynan Obaith | Seris Mataan | Tekton Artez | + Open

 

[Riya Pashen]

Objective 1, Kolene Spaceport
Tag: Dral-Kar'ta Saandyr Adonis Angelis IV Novac Lyrikal Camille Cendre Open
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"Push forward! Don't let up now!" A Republic officer shouted on the military comms. The thrusters on Riya's tank flared and it sped the next street. She watched the Jedi and his sentinel droids do what they can to get civilians out of the way.

There was no time for her to judge the matter but to keep fighting. Next to her the Mandalorian walker was tearing through Imperials like a rancor among nerfs. "Nice work Mando." Riya complimented via call then added with a competitive tone. "Try and keep up."

A missile exploded in front of the tank Riya spotted the stormtrooper with the launcher falling back from the second floor window of what had been a fancy restaurant while his comrades tried cover for him with a combination of blasterfire and grenade shots. Soon another trooper aimed and hard another rocket launcher

The tank made a hard left turn, barely avoiding the blast that erupted and shook them. Riya barked, "Strike the pillars!" Keth acknowledged and fired a salvo before Renn drove the tank out of the way. The resulting explosion tore the support columns and the building collapsed onto itself in a cloud of dust and rubble, burying the troopers alive.

They drove into the breach of a massive yet ruined grav-ball stadium.

In front were several Republic tanks and speeders(with mounted guns) supported by dozens of infantry and a few Corellian partisans were attacking one side of the field. It was fiercely defended with stormtroopers behind makeshift barricades, a few of their own armor that counter-attacked. Three Republic tanks and two Imperial counterparts were destroyed in the exchange as the fight became a stalemate, with neither side giving an inch despite mounting casualties.

Just then they heard a rumbling from the adjacent route on the east side of the stadium and out of the smoke appeared one AT-AT and four AT-STs. Without hesitation the walkers lumbered through and unleashed hell upon their comrades, wiping many in moments

"Stang!" Renn exclaimed in horror at the sight. Lieutenant Parshen gripped her seat's handles, she called command. "We need air-support at our location asap!"

A regretful voice answered back. "Enemy fighters are delaying us Lieutenant. We'll get you support as soon as possible."

The call ended and Riya swore in Huttese. She forced herself to concentrate on the four legged war machine. A new and dangerous plan came into being she called her allies, the Mandalorians and the Jedi's team while Republic reinforcements were arriving on the scene. "We got to deal with those walkers! Get their attention off me, I have something in mind for the big one!"

Finishing the call Riya then directed Renn to drive the tank to climb up the rumble on the former east stands, then halted as the AT-AT marched on closer with more rumbling and continued to fire in bursts, against her fellow troops. "What's the plan boss?" Renn asked with growing unease. Keth, sensing what Riya intended, suddenly grabbed Riya's left hand, begging. "Don't do it."

Renn looked back but their commandeer shrugged off the arm and said. "Renn on my signal we speed in and go under that walker." "What?! Are you mad!!" The Twi'lek cried out, interrupting her but she ignored it.

Turning to Keth the lieutenant added. "Taraal fire that smoke missile we designed into the center. It should mask us long enough to get underneath that giant to plant an explosive on it." The NCO looked up to her briefly before she sighed.

Renn shouted all the more. "Boss! Boss! This is sucide!"

"Our brothers and sisters are dying out there Renn and air cover won't be here in time. We need to even the field now." Riya retorted, no room for further argument. Renn looked up and prepared himself.

The AT-AT shifted its turret head slightly to the left and fired once more destroying a retreating speeder filled with Corellian partisans. Riya winched before she commanded. "Go, full speed ahead."

The engines ignited and the lone Saber charged out from the flank, coming under immediate fire. In the next instant Kerth fired the missile and it struck next the mechanical titan and a growing cloud of orange smoke filled the immediate area around the AT-AT, engulfing its legs. Riya removed her cap and quickly opened the top hatch, coughing as she did so. In spite of it she saw the giant silhouette and they were under it and she yelled down to her crew. "Stop!"

Drawing her a grappling gun with the free hand and aimed to the top, and told her crew. "Get out of here before the smoke clears! That’s an order!" Then she fired before they could object and the grappling attached itself to the walker's belly and she ascended even as her crew yelled in objections. The line took her high up as the walker fired again, threatening to knock her off balance but Riya held on.

This will be the craziest thing I'll ever done…if I survive this. She thought in a mixture of fear and determination. The tank below sped away as the smoke began to fade. She hung on before finding the spot she was looking for. Riya keeping one hand on the grappler she drew her pistol from its holster and fired three bolts, opening the small hatch with sparks flying.

The walker fired again and her pistol fell from her grasp. Desperate and arm straining, she pulled out an explosive charge and activated it with a click and tossed the sphere into the breach. Then she made the grappler line descend as much as possible but then she could hear the multiple explosions erupting inside the walker and at the last moment cut the line and fell.

She hit the ground hard, breaking her right arm and shoulder, crying out in pain.

As that happened the walker's head blew up and the machine stopped in its tracks. Then the headless and smoking machine slumped and crashed sideways opposite from her with a mighty tremor.

Panting and sweating and in immense pain Riya yet somehow grinned and started laughing at what she just did. Moments later as she gritted her teeth Riya began to crawl and rolled headed toward a nearby crater, cursing from renewed agony. All around the battle continued to rage on.

 

[Dominique Vexx]

Quinn Varanin had a doubt, but Dominique's words were ever so often laced with meaning. Sadly, meaning that many overlooked; oversights which demanded military action to erase the possibility of misinterpretation, much as she loathed relying on brutish methods. It required more skill -- in her opinion -- to wage a war with words than it did entire fleets and armies. Not that warriors weren't skilled, but Dominique was no battlefield soldier and as she didn't believe in growing fat and stupid in an ivory tower that left battle by wit.

"Think nothing of it," the Chancellor replied casually regarding Quinn running off to dance last time.

"Corellia?" Dominique glanced off to the side as if she hadn't the opportunity to contemplate the circumstances until that moment. "Much more enjoyable without Imperials undermining the government or imposing a blockade in orbit. In fact, its peoples' prosperity is precisely what interests me. A thriving world not only contributes to the whole, but requires fewer resources to remain self-sufficient. Everyone wins." And in the end, even Dictators wanted to 'win' or feel as if they were winning. Not to mention there was greater productivity without civil unrest, which the Republic could make use of given evolving galactic circumstances.

"You are always welcome on Naboo, of course, Queen Varanin." One hand reached up to mime nearly cradling her own cheek before her fingers curled closed. Her fingers uncurled as her hand fell off to the side. "Recent matters might have you believe otherwise, but I assure you, your Majesty, you will have our full protection. I trust I can broker an understanding with those that might have been hasty in their self-introduction. Though I have it no aggression had been intended despite the lack of elegance in their decorum."

The Jedi had been a touch hasty. And politically oblivious, as usual. Something the Mandalorians should actually appreciate given how much they hated the false pretenses and empty words of outsiders. Still, it was a tidy mess that Dominique could have done without. Since it had occurred, however, she would seek to turn a disadvantage into an advantage.

Soon enough, Cynan Obaith drew near and the Chancellor turned her attention to him with a smile. "You can be certain Denon supports our industry partners. Director Ayumi Pallopides would no doubt regale you with her latest achievements. I, of course, am looking forward to strenghtening Corellia's bonds with the High Republic." The Chancellor leaned forward slightly with the tops of her golden eyes peeking just above her lilac glareshades. "You can be certain there'll be an order for Corellia's services." They weren't reknown for their shipbuilding without reason. As for Denon, Dominique had certainly not shed her connections back home; publically, however, she wouldn't acknowledge having a strong hand in internal affairs as it might garner negative public attention as Chancellor.

At his glad tidings, Dominique's attention swung back toward Quinn with a look over at Adelle. "Building friendships with one another should be one of our highest priorities, of course. We're not merely regional neighbors, but strategically aligned in a radicalized galaxy. I remain steadfast in my belief that we are all stronger together rather than apart."

Adelle Bastiel | Mia Monroe | Seris Mataan​

 

[Joseph Torson]

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W H E R E_I T_A L L_W I L L_E N D
Objective I - System Purge

FINAL DAWN
KOLENE, CORE WORLDS

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Spoiler: Gear

• Pseudosonic Beam Rifle [1]
• AAF-8 Scattergun [1]
• Fighting/Utility Vibrodaggers [2]
• SD-11 Variable Detonators [3]
• Rhydonium Grenades [3]
• Zsinj-pattern Commando Armor Mark I [w/ Supplicant-Series Service Droid]

Spoiler: Accompanying Forces

• Red Right Hand Operatives [200/200]
• Imperial Assault Gunships [4/4]
• TIE/ss Supremacies [13/16]

As the six TIEs passed by the Basilik Droid after their first staffing run, one of them was caught off guard and destroyed by the Droid's Hydraulic claws, while two others were taken out by another hostile, although the TIEs couldn't pinpoint the source of the attack. Despite these losses, the TIEs remained committed to their mission, quickly circling to launch yet another attack against the Basilisk Droid, focusing their firepower on its rider in the hopes of separating them from the Droid and thus eliminating the threat in its entirety. With any luck, they'd be able to eliminate the threat and ensure a safe insertion at the Spaceport.

Meanwhile, Torson's Gunships began their final approach towards the Kolene Spaceport, with one of the Gunships getting hit by the same unknown attack that took out two of the six TIEs sent after the Basilik Droid as they made their way towards their final destination, although the Gunship's shields held. With the remaining 10 TIEs covering the Gunships still covering them, Torson's Gunships would soon manage to reach the landing zone, with the Gunships finally touching the ground, their doors soon opening to allow the operatives of the Red Right Hand to pour out to join the rest of the Imperial Defenders.

As his men took their positions throughout the Spaceport, Torson stepped out of his Gunship flanked by his squad of elite Red Right Hand operatives. Outside the Spaceport, the sound of blaster fire and explosions could be heard as Republic and Mandalorian forces continued to advance towards the spaceport to end the Imperial evacuation. As much as Torson wanted to fight them head-on, his priority was to evacuate key Imperial personnel, although with how their opponents were moving, he might soon get the opportunity to face them.

Thus, Torson would take four squads of elite Operatives with him and enter the mines to secure the VIPs and escort them back to the Gunships. As he and his men made their way into the spaceport and towards the portion of the spaceport connected to the mines, Torson opened a channel with another fellow Special Forces operative partaking in the operation. "Colonel Dothon, this is Captain Torson. The Red Right Hand has made landfall, and we're on our way to help extract the VIPs. If there are hostiles that need to be eliminated, point us to them, and we'll take care of them."

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Tag [Friendlies] | Ronhar Tane | Saltare Dothon
Tag [Hostiles] | Riya Pashen | Camille Cendre | Dral-Kar'ta Saandyr | Adonis Angelis IV | Perseus | Novac Lyrikal
Tags [Engaging] | Prisoner #36929 | Kurayami Bloodborn​

 

[Tekton Artez]

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Considering what Kryze had to say, Tekton realised he was right. Everyone here was wearing armor of one sort or another, whether that be silk suits or beskar. It was an interesting perspective tactically. Once you viewed them as having been in armor, you started noticing how they positioned themselves, there body language how they reacted and responded. In that sense Tekton was at home, this was just another battlefield, an art of war he had yet to master. Viewed in that light Tekton was able to relax ever so slightly. He might be a novice at this kind of combat, but he was a quick study. This field he would no more be defeated than any other.

Following the advice and tutelage Tekton walked with Kryze to do a quick survey of the room. The same as any other field of battle one needed good intelligence of who had taken the field, their strengths and weaknesses. Where best to enter, who best to avoid. All of it was valuable information, for which Tekton was grateful. Loathe to interrupt Tekton followed along closely.

Making note of Cynan Obaith as a potential for conversation should the evening move in his direction. Dominique Vexx felt like a bit of a high mark for a rookie soldier first entering the fray, but he made sure to note those who gravitated towards her. Mia Monroe and Adelle Bastiel were as Tekton had already surmised guarding the Queen of Eshan Quinn Varanin . Tekton agreed it would be best not to disturb them unless it seemed he were invited over at some point.

Tekton grimaced slightly at the idea of getting bogged down in a discussion of trade routes and funding percentages, he'd rather be stuck behind enemy lines and running low on supplies. At the suggestion that Tekton make connections, he sighed and nodded.

"Thank you for the instruction, it has been informative" Tekton nodded stiffly to Siv Kryze

Tekton approached the opening in the social circle, wondering what nest of vipers he was putting his foot in. Nonetheless he persevered. Into a rather awkward silent at his sudden intrusion into a lull in conversation.

"Tekton Artez, of Clan Artez." Tekton introduced himself stiffly.

The silence was palpable.

"We specialise in doing reconstruction projects in relief zones." Tekton explained himself wishing thoroughly he was elsewhere with either a blowtorch or blaster in his hand. Still he refused to gush, and fumble over himself like a foundling trying to impress a girl. Let them think him the slow witted barbarian than for him to make a fool of himself.

"Senator Ayumi Pallopides isn't it? Of Denon? You're efforts throughout the galaxy are much to be admired." Tekton introduced himself to the Senator as diplomatically as he knew how, though he was aware it still came off a little stiff.

 

[Ayumi Pallopides]

Dominique Vexx Tekton Artez Cynan Obaith

She heard her name twice and looked around. She remained neutral with her look but then a man was coming as she didn't know who he was... thankfully he spoke first. Saving a lot of embarrassment to her in that case. "Thank you for such a compliment." She said it and bowed her head. "Denon tries to bring the best to places." She said it but turned fully and looked at him. If he did relief zone aid it was beneficial to all of their efforts and Ayumi was happy for it. More people doing it meant that they would be able to help as well as expand the markets. "And we are always looking for new chances to work with others who are in the same area."

 

[Saltare Dothon]

INFERNO SQUAD

TAGS: Joseph Torson Ronhar Tane Dral-Kar'ta Saandyr Adonis Angelis IV Novac Lyrikal Marlon Sularen Vortigern Mimkin
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Saltare closed the distance on two Mandalorians, leveling his pistol at one, the disruptor setting engaging as he fired it, blowing the first apart. The second Mandalorian attempted to engage Saltare in close combat. He boosted backward with the repulsors in his shoes, pulling the trigger and sending another disruptor blast toward the second Mandalorian, killing him as well.

"Hold sector Alpha, I want two more squads reinforcing," Saltare barked into his comms, "I want the rest of Inferno on snatch and grab. Get the citizens and get them out."

As Saltare gave his orders, artillery fire began to stream down towards the Imperial positions, destroying soldiers and citizens alike. They were targeting the spaceport to stop the retreat, but their inaccuracy was destroying non-combatants.

"Republic and Mandalorian heavy fire targeting all positions!" Saltare yelled into the comms, "I say again, enemy artillery fire is targeting citizens at the spaceport! Requesting immediate aerial support! Any Imperials, how copy?"

Saltare waited for the reply that may never come. The screaming of engines overhead revealed further Republic and Mandalorian assets coming into play within the area. They were being overwhelmed by sheer numbers.

"Colonel Dothon, this is Captain Torson. The Red Right Hand has made landfall, and we're on our way to help extract the VIPs. If there are hostiles that need to be eliminated, point us to them, and we'll take care of them."

"Torson, enemy heavy artillery is targeting our evac shuttles and civilians-" Saltare's comms cut out as a heavy ordnance round detonated near his position, throwing him off his feet. Saltare landed hard on the ground, grunting as he scrambled for cover behind a nearby cargo container.

" Ronhar Tane is being actively engaged near our position but appears to be holding for the moment. Inferno is overwhelmed with civilian evacuations. Choice is yours, take the Hand and wipe out the heavy artillery, or give my boys some aid with the civilians, I'll leave it up to you."

Saltare turned back to the reinforcements rushing to his location, their white armor blackened by the heavy fighting. Even through the helmets he could see their resolve, they wouldn't quit until they were dead. They were every bit the Imperial he was, and he couldn't ask for anything else.

"I want smoke in all directions," Saltare ordered the troopers, "Give us some cover while we relocate the civilians. Once we're withdrawn, bound back to us, don't get stuck here."

Saltare waved an Inferno member toward him as the smoke began to billow from canisters shot into the nearby area. The black armored trooper was trailing a dozen civilians as he sped toward Saltare.

"Listen up!" Saltare yelled over his suit's speaker at the civilians, "On my mark, you sprint toward the spaceport. We'll cover you. Do. Not. Stop."

The frightened expression on their faces told him they were only half-listening. Saltare nodded at his trooper and popped up, his personal shield springing from his vambrace as he squared off against the last known positions of the enemy. The black armored Inferno squad trooper next to Saltare did the same, instantly taking blaster bolts to his shield, which flared, but held. Blaster bolts of every color flew back and forth through the gloom, some impacting, others lacking.

"Go!" Saltare yelled as he opened up with his rifle. All around him, the Republic and Mandalorian squads moved closer, surrounding the Imperials as they withdrew towards the shuttles.

 

[Ronhar Tane]

CAPTAIN RONHAR TANE, TK-3301
SOCORRO'S BELT, KOLENE SPACEPORT
OBJECTIVE I: SYSTEM PURGE

Ronhar took a moment to gather himself as he prepared to assault the next section of Kolene Spaceport. Yet he scarcely turned the corner before diving back around it, as some sort of grenade whizzed passed where he was mere moments ago, exploding into a shower of sticky foam. A glue grenade! Ronhar was surprised to see such weapons being deployed, as he didn't think anyone here was seriously considering trying to take any of the Imperials alive.

His suspicions were further confirmed to be correct when he saw a Mandalorian warrior charging down the hallway as fast as he could, carrying with him what Ronhar could only describe as some sort of chainsaw bayonet. He also appeared to be holding some kind of shield, which Ronhar was almost positive would be made out of Beskar or some other comparable material.

Not a problem.

Sticking his Model 216 "Big Game Hunter" around the corner, Ronhar fired a barrage of four 23mm Buckshot shells, which each shell containing dozens, if not hundreds, of durasteel shot. The impact from the buckshot would hopefully be more than sufficient to knock down the charging Mandalorian, even if they couldn't necessarily pierce his shield, and with all the projectiles flying about, it was more than likely that more than a few of them would ricochet around the hallway and passed the Mandalorian's shield. Within seconds, the hallway turned into a veritable storm of shot and shield as hundreds of projectiles began whizzing around all over the place.

Ronhar and his team then backed up as Ronhar drew Burnblade from his scabbard, ready to receive the Mandalorian if he somehow survived the absurd amount of buckshot being fired at him or was at least still on his feet after receiving such incredible kinetic and concussion force from all those little projectiles impacting him at once. True, the protective qualities of Beskar were legendary, but Ronhar's Model 216 "Big Game Hunter was powerful enough to stop a charging Rancor in its tracks, and last time Ronhar checked, a Mandalorian, no matter how heavily armored they were, was MUCH smaller than a Rancor.

Breathing heavily, Ronhar waited to see what was coming around the corner, and whether or not he would need to defend himself from an imminent threat, finish off a wounded foe, or continue down the hallway unopposed once more...
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Spoiler: Ronhar's Loadout

• Burnblade
• Ion Slicer Vibroknife
• Model 216 "Big Game Hunter"
• Mahporeem Acid Rifle
• Prototype Sonic Pistol
• Rhydonium Grenades
• Mk II Viral Bombs
• Wampa-Pattern Industrial Exoskeleton
• "Kitetsu" Force Energy Cycler
• "Yugiri" Capture Nets
• Mk 45 Protective Vest
• Carapace Knitters
• ABC - Aerosolized Bacta Cannisters

TAGS:
Tryvge Hakon
Marlon Sularen
Perseus
Mance Iblis
Amelia von Sorenn
Drego Ruus
Joseph Torson
Novac Lyrikal
Saltare Dothon
@Anyone else I missed
OPEN

 

[Itzhal Volkihar]

| Location | Socorro's Belt, Core Worlds
| Objective | I - System Purge

The endless void of space was not so empty today—rivers of burning plasma flooded the space between stars, illuminating the inky darkness with a luminous tide that stretched endlessly towards the horizon. Stray bolts of energy zipped through the star-studded backdrop, dissipating into the void light-years away, leaving behind only the faintest whispers of heat through the press of a bodysuit rated for the vacuum of space. An errant flare—the final gasps of a fighter blown to smitherines—danced at the periphery of Itzhal's notorious T-Visor, captured as combat footage to be stored within his buy'ce's memory banks. In time, it would serve as a part of a remembrance for those lost today.

But that time had not come yet.

Biaye Cabur thrummed with barely contained energy, every moment an expression of its raw power. The vibrations from the sublight engines resonated through the sturdy plating beneath Itzhal's legs, his bodysuit pressed against the sides of the seat, power surged through his limbs, upwards into his chest like a silent, thunderous symphony as his heart beat in tune—a single purpose shared.

Asteroids loomed like ancient giants around them, some spinning slowly while others stood still, creating a constantly shifting maze. A perfect scene for the hunt. With each calculated turn, Itzhal's pulse slowed, sinking into that moment of unwavering focus, where sensors blared warnings and suggestions that passed in a haze of half-considered choices and intuition, then were just as quickly replaced by the next set as they closed the distance between themselves and the space station at the heart of all this chaos.

Cast in a shade of light blue that twisted under the ominous haze of red that framed its surroundings, the corner of Itzhal's HuD updated with information on a skirmish from the nearby tactical array, his own dot angled away from the threat. Biaye Cabur charged onwards. Itzhal Volkihar did not; his fingers twitched ever so slightly, a subtle shift that seemed inconsequential. It wasn't. The basilisk beneath him responded instantly, with a flare of the sublight engines that shunted the rider and beast into a spiralling corkscrew of twists and turns through the asteroid field.

Seconds later, not quite thirty seconds, but not that far off, it—far quicker than perhaps reasonable, though certainly slower than he wished, Itzhal Volkihar shot out from the gaps between two rock formations, straight into the rear of the TIE Fighter formation as sharpened claws wrapped around the cockpit of one with a screeching crunch of tortured metal, while the ventral-mounted deck cannon fired at point blank range into the second last, barely appearing as a blip before the basilisk span away into the field again.

"I've got your back, time to finish these Imps off."

Allies: Prisoner #36929
Enemies: Joseph Torson​

 

[Drego Ruus]

Tag: Ronhar Tane
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With the miss of his grenade, Drego slowed his charge.

Then came the blast of a shotgun. A sound he knew like the back of his hand. Pellets smashed into his shield, as well as ricocheted off the wall and smacked into his armor.

It was enough to stop him dead, at least, forcing Drego to brace behind his shield as his armor did what it was designed to do. His opponent would need more than just a shotgun to take him down. His armor was more than just beskar. It was starship armor molded into a suit strong enough to deflect tank rounds.

Drego had a moment to consider, his battle hardened mind working in overtime as split-seconds made the difference.

Without a second thought, he fired the remaining two grenades from his battle rifle, but these two were different from the last. The glue grenade had been intended to immobilize Ronhar.

These were meant to pin him down.

Rather than flying past him, these two exploded right as they hit the turn of the corner, airbursting at the turn to prevent Ronhar or his men from turning that corner, or defending against them. The first was a ion burst grenade, a heavy enough EMP to knock out a tank. Drego's own philosophy of overcharging his equipment to secure a kill shining through. The second was an HE frag grenade that turned the entire corner into a hell of shrapnel and death.

Drego had been trained to fight the maw. To fight Darktroopers. To fight sith lords.

He'd rarely had to fight people. Normal soldiers.

That's why he didn't wait a second before his next volley came around the corner. His warpack firing seven extra large Whistling Birds around the corner, aimed squarely at the troops that Ronhar was with. One by one, they pierced and detonated inside the armor of his allies. Instant death. Those birds had been large enough to take down walkers.

Now Ronhar only had Drego himself left to deal with.

Turn that corner, and face his doom.

 

[Prisoner #36929]

Objetive 1
Tags: Itzhal Volkihar | Joseph Torson | OPEN
Equipment: X​

Shredding through the solar array of his second target, Prisoner let the Basilisk's mechanical jaws do the heavy lifting. The sheer durability of the war droid was fast becoming his favorite trait, offering a perfect blend of heavy armor and nimble handling within the jagged terrain. The victory was short-lived. Laser fire scorched the vacuum around his helm as three more TIEs looped back to avenge their fallen wingmen, boxing him in against a massive asteroid.

Salvation arrived in a sudden flurry of thruster wash and heavy ordinance. The timely ambush gave way to a half-dozen additional Basilisks, the warriors of the Great Heathen Army swarming the remaining Imperial fighters like starving apex predators. The space dissolved into a localized meat grinder of exploding fuel cells and twisting metal. One Interceptor was flattened instantly by a head-on ramming maneuver, while the remaining two were picked apart by concentrated deck-cannon fire. Prisoner lingered just long enough to ensure they were clear before snapping his steering vanes to realign with the main objective.

"Good hunting," Prisoner barked into the local comms, checking his tactical map. "The gunships already beat us there. We're moving on the spaceport." He announced to Itzhal just in case he wanted to join. Then the six other riders forming a tight V-formation behind him, they dove through the asteroid field toward the Kolene facility.

Approaching the landing pads, the tactical reality looked grim. A cluster of Imperial troop transports already choked the tarmac, leaving zero clearance for the bulky Mandalorian war droids to touch down conventionally. Improvised violence was the only viable alternative. Prisoner led the dive, driving his Basilisk straight through the atmosphere shield of the main staging hangar. The heavy beasts crashed down in a shower of reinforced glass and sparking wires, crushing several Imperial stragglers beneath their massive talons.

Dismounting into the smoke, Prisoner unslung his carbine and fired a precise burst into the chest of a fleeing officer. The Imperial dropped hard, his tactical comm-link skittering across the durasteel floor. Snatching up the device, Prisoner listened to the frantic chatter of an officer named Torson, who was actively directing squads into the deeper mines to secure high-value targets.

"They're deep in the tunnels already," Prisoner noted, looking back at the smoking ruins of the hangar. "We won't catch them on foot before they reach the VIPs."

One of the squad members gestured toward the idling gunships and TIEs. Many more were scattered around the facility. "Then we make sure they don't have a ride home."

The plan was simple, brutal, and effective. The Mandalorians immediately fanned out across the landing pads, slapping heavy thermal detonators onto the engine blocks and landing gear of the Imperial gunships. Prisoner primed the final charge on the lead gunship, setting the timer to turn the Imperial evacuation into a permanent stay. With the trap neatly laid, the squad moved into defensive positions near the facility entrance, ready to seal the exit and wait for Torson's return.

 

[Seris Mataan]

Seris did not move toward Quinn immediately; the Chancellor had her attention, and the small gathering around her was already crowded enough without another person pressing into it. Seris remained where she was for a time, glass in hand, letting her attention move through the room as if she were only taking in the evening. She remembered Quinn from Keldabe, where firelight and drums had made conversation feel easier than it did here. This was different. Here, titles mattered more, and every smile seemed to have a purpose.

When Quinn's glance found her, Seris returned it with the same faint warmth she had offered before. A passing attendant drew near, and Seris exchanged her untouched glass for another mostly out of habit. The movement carried her a few steps along the edge of the gathering, close enough to the group without placing her in the middle. She recognized Adelle and Mia from the Verd'goten, greeting the two with a simple nod of her head though her attention did not linger on either of them.

Only when the conversation shifted elsewhere did Seris step closer, stopping at the edge of the group rather than pressing into it. "Your Majesty," she said, the title carrying the respect the room required, though her tone softened slightly after it. "It is good to see you again." Her grey-green eyes held Quinn's for only a moment before easing away, leaving her room to answer or not. Seris lifted the glass in her hand slightly, more a quiet acknowledgment than a toast.

"Keldabe was a little less crowded," she added, a faint smile touching her lips. "And easier to breathe in."

TAG: Quinn Varanin Dominique Vexx Tekton Artez Adelle Bastiel Mia Monroe
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[Merryn Sellek]

Dress for the Occasion, Taliesin Datapad
Aurora Industries Catalog

Nearby: Quinn Varanin Ivalyn Yvarro Dominique Vexx Adelle Bastiel Mia Monroe Cynan Obaith Seris Mataan Siv Kryze Tekton Artez
Interacting with Aurelian Veruna and Makai Dashiell
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Coronet City

Yes, Commonwealth space was quite enticing, she agreed internally. Even without considering her wife, the region of space around Dosuun had established itself as a unique mixing pot of cultures, and was a pillar of economic strength and stability in that portion of the Outer Rim. She knew Lady Raaf had plans to build on that even further with her reforms, but that wasn't a topic of their discussion at present. She did catch Makai eyeing her the crystal in her necklace, and she would offer him a polite smile tinged with amusement. Absencite was exclusively created by Aurora in Otherspace, but if he ever asked, she was sure something could be arranged for him to obtain a sample for his collection. He need only ask.

"That's a shame, I had hoped to speak with her this evening, but yes, Ivalyn is around here somewhere. I think she wants to speak with the Chancellor if she's available," she replied to Makai's answer about his wife and her own. His mention of Bassadro as he explained what his corporation was into for Aurelian prompted her to add, "We'll have to talk about Bassadro then, Mister Dashiell. Aurora recently established some shipyards and component factories on the planet, and a ready supply of materials from a trusted partner would be ideal rather than dealing with the local government."

She would add, building off Makai's own question to the King of Naboo, her own question. "Looking to expand the portfolio of corporations operating on Naboo, your Majesty?"

 

[Marlon Sularen]

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W H E R E_I T_W I L L_A L L_E N D
Objective I - System Purge

FINAL DAWN
SOCORRO'S BELT, CORE WORLDS

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Spoiler: Wraith Squadron

WRAITH SQUADRON
Main Fleet : INV Sularen's Revenge [Flagship] INV Tyrant's Fury INV Retribution INV Harbinger INV Punisher VG-1 VG-2 VG-3 VG-4 VG-5
Starfighter Compliment : TIE/ss Supremacies TIE/Stu Stürmers TIE/sb Strike Bombers GAT-50 Imperial Blastboats

Sularen only smirked as his opponent's response to his ultimatum came through, nothing but insults and empty threats of destruction. It was no surprise to him that they'd choose violence over a compromise that would satisfy both parties, after all, Sularen had been dealing with their type for over four decades. They would rather choose destruction instead of ever treating Imperials as equals, and so they would face destruction and humiliation at Sularen's hands.

"What's the status of our forces at Kolene?" Sularen inquired once more, hoping that his little charade with the enemy had bought him enough time to prepare for the next phase of his plan. "All Special Forces units have made landfall, Supreme Commander," one of the troop liaison officers responded. "However, we have reports that they're facing heavy opposition from both the Mandalorians and the Republic, who are closing in on the Spaceport," the officer added. "It won't matter how hard they try to exterminate us. We will triumph in the end." Sularen proclaimed. "Send in the Droid Transports and another wave of Gunships and Starfighter Squadrons to reinforce them," he ordered. "And have the fleet begin its incursion into the Socorro Belt."

Right on cue, the five Star Galleons attached to Wraith Squadron lurched forward, charging into the dense asteroid field, followed by another squadron of sixteen Gunships and five starfighter squadrons consisting of mixed TIE Supremacies and TIE Stürmers to protect the Gunships and Droid Transports. It wouldn't be long until they'd reach the mining colony, and when they reached it, the tide would inevitably shift back in favour of the Imperials. Meanwhile, the INV Sularen's Revenge and its Star Destroyer escorts made their final preparations to enter the asteroid field proper as their engines came live. However, before they could charge the asteroid field themselves, a lone freighter emerged from the asteroid field and appeared to be headed straight for the Sularen's Revenge.

As soon as the freighter was spotted, all five warships opened fire upon it and despite managing to overwhelm its shields and inflict near-catastrophic hull damage, the freighter managed to limp closer to the Sularen's Revenge's reactor bulb before it detonated, rocking the mighty Battlecarrier which could be felt all the way to it's bridge as it shook from the impact. "What just happened?" Sularen inquired. "Seems like some freighter collided with the reactor bulb," the defence officer stated. "What's the status of the ship?" Sularen asked once more. "Shields are holding, albeit it's now down by 20 percent," the defence officer reported. "A minor inconvenience. Continue the push into the asteroid field."

Before long, the five Imperial warships began their advance into the asteroid field, using their heavy firepower to cover their advance as they maintained a relentless wall of turbolaser fire on all sides except for the rear, disintegrating the larger asteroids into smaller ones as they began their final advance towards Kolene itself. While some of the smaller asteroids would strike the large warships as they passed by, their shields would be strong enough to survive the collisions and impacts, allowing them to push further into the asteroid. Given time, he'd reach the mining colony, and once he did, he would erase it from the map for good, putting an end to the first place that had ever defied him.

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Tags [Friendlies] | Ronhar Tane | Saltare Dothon
Tags [Hostiles] | Zoro Igala | Shokoh al Khayyat | Mance Iblis | Aether Verd | Amelia von Sorenn​

 

[Tryvge Hakon]

Shokoh al Khayyat | Ronhar Tane | Open​

OBJECTIVE I: System Purge
LOCATION: Socorro's Belt

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With the landing platform cleared, Tryvge Hakon made his way out onto the landing platform the transport was on, but not before picking up a midsized bag he had brought with him. No weapons were contained within, but he had packed some supplies including medpacks in case things got out of hand or he needed to assist a civilian or The High Republic soldier.

As he stepped out, he could not help but find himself simultaneously shook and in awe of the battle raging around. The sky lit up with blaster bolts of various colors and off in the distance explosions constantly boomed. In a way, it was a beautiful sight. It was like a fancy fireworks show, only this one was meant to kill. His awe was interrupted by the soldiers he was with who had an actual job to do and were ready to move into the spaceport.

They advanced and the senator followed. He kept close enough not to get lost, but simultaneously kept his distance. He was not eager to get caught up in blaster fire. The part of the port they were in seemed deserted. The streets were completely empty as they moved along. He did notice some shops and homes boarded up. It seemed the people in this part of town were trying their hardest to stay out of harms way.

He could not help but marvel at the precision The High Republic soldiers moved with. They were constantly checking every corner and seemed to work very well together. It was also readily apparent to him that they were heading closer and closer towards the explosions and blaster fire as the once distant sounds grew louder with each step he took. He was not particularly sure what time it was, but he could not shake the feeling that this was getting ready to be a long night full of chaos.