Faction [WSR/Allies] Planning The Hiest (Open to Mercenaries)

[Flame of Rebellion]

Kessel
WIld Space Rebellion Outpost​

The Rebellion plans for a daring mission. A heist of planetary proportions, with several cells working in tandem to keep the mission alive. While Jedi Master Jonyna Si reaches out to outside mercenaries, the Rebellion plans for the mission. A heist to steal a portion of the Mon Cala Orbital Shipyards from The Imperial Confederation. Rebel Forces gather on the newly liberated planet of Kessel to confide in each other, and plan out their essential roles in the mission.

Objective One:
Meeting of the Mercs

Jonyna and Yuri Maji have gathered forces, invited any mercenary willing to take credits, and offered refuge to any new faces for the mission. Jonyna herself waits on the landing pads for their arrival signalling a new era for the Rebellion.

Objective Two:
R&R (Rebel and Reconvene)

While Rebel Leadership focuses on meeting with the new faces, old faces are invited to prep their gear, and mingle amongst each other in preperation for the coming mission. Pilots, Jedi, Rebel Forces, and Spies. Anyone around who might want to, finally get the chance to know each other.

 

[Jonyna Si]

TAGS: OPEN
OBJECTIVE ONE​

Jonyna stood waiting. She knew what came next. The Rebellion had called on several mercenaries companies, and to Jonyna, this wasn't nothing new to her. She'd worked with plenty of mercenary companies in her day as a rebel.

But she did have a policy when it came to them.

She always met them personally.

That's why she was on the landing pad, watching the sky. She knew what came next. She knew how to play the game.

She knew that any self respecting mercenary was also entirely self interested.

 

[Yuri Maji]

KESSEL | LANDING PADS
TAGS: Jonyna Si | Open
GEAR: In bio

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Kessel

Of all the Manda-forsaken places to have a gathering, the cat chose one of the most disastrous places in the galaxy to receive their new allies and friends. He wasn't sure how many people would answer the call for this job, but they would take whatever came their way. Yuri also reached out to some old friends, sending hails to the likes of Tuchanka and Sahan Dragr to reinforce their numbers. Both of them would rather resort to shooting each other and the Jedi than work together, but hopefully they hated the Imps more than each other.

Time would tell. For the moment he had to kick the cat's shebs...

"Jetii shabuir, gar mirsh solus?" The Hound scolded as he emerged from his freighter and marched over to meet her on the landing pads. "Of all the horrible, depressing places you'd like to receive allies, you pick this karkin' place!" He removed his helmet and lit a cigarette in frustration. "Place looks different. Do they even mine here anymore?" He enquired with a more relaxed tone as he glanced back at Jonyna.

Anticipation was thick with the upcoming operation. Yuri had done all he could in preparation, now it was just a waiting game to see what else they could scrounge up. Even with the Confederation distracted by the Sith, opposition would remain fierce. It was one of the most important shipyards in the galaxy, after all.

 

[Darion of Myrkr]

Yuri Maji Jonyna Si

Darion of Myrkr came down the ramp alone. Kessel lay under an orange sky, a polluted, orange haze thick with spice. He drew the air in through the Crusader helmet's old filtration and it was hot on his nostrils but he didn't flinch.

Once there would have been men behind him. Good men. Warriors. They would have fallen in step behind him and said little. They were gone now. The company was gone. The clan was gone. Still, he stood straight. A Mandalorian did not need numbers. One was as strong as a whole company of aruetiise.

He saw a face he knew, or nearly knew. A Mandalorian he had seen before on Kestri, at the covenant. Darion inclined his head once in greeting, "Hail, vod." Then he turned his visor toward the Cathari at his side. Darion switched to Basic, asking, "Are you the client?"

 

[James 'Slinger' Antilles]

James hadn't been on Kessel for a long time, the last time had also been a heist, albeit a heist on a mining operation. James had ended up starting a prison break of some of the slaves. It had cost him the cash from the heist, but it had been worth it. James never thought he'd be back. He usually had a rule never hit the same system twice. It was just one rule he'd have to adjust while with the rebellion.

It made James a little uncomfortable to be back. It was reassuring that it was for a good cause, the cause. It was nice to be planning a heist for something other than his own pockets, or what limited help he could be to the odd community on one of his jobs. Half the time it felt like he was cleaning up his own mess.

James noticed and eyed the Mandalorian who spoke. As a rule James didn't mind Mandalorians on spec so long as they weren't the crusading kill everything type. They were good to have your back in a fight, had their own rigid codes of honour, even the crusading types, twisted as it may be. All in all as long as they gave their word they could be trusted. Which was more than could be said of James himself, he thought with an amused grunt.

"Aw I dunno it has a kinda mining wasteland chic. Come for the materials, stay for the atmosphere of pit's, smog and barren of anything living or growing. You usually won't find this outside of planets stuck in perpetual civil war or reconquest." James said wryly, his tone going from amused to saddened as he continued to talk.

James sighed, shaking his head.

"I guess you can't save em all. That's as true of planets as it is people." James shrugged with a sad grimace.

"Captain Slinger of the Revolution, Rebellion and Resistance." James introduced himself.

Yuri Maji Darion of Myrkr Jonyna Si

 

[Jonyna Si]

TAGS: Yuri Maji Darion of Myrkr James 'Slinger' Antilles​

"Not anymore." Jonyna said simply to Yuri, staying calm and collected as she looked to Yuri. "Not after we tore down all the slaver companies. Kessel is currently under the protection of the WSR, and on the road to recovery. That's why I chose it."

As another Mandalorian came and approached, Jonyna went all business.

"That is me, yes. Jonyna Si, Rebel Jedi Master, and Owner of Si Tech. You want credits, we got plenty." She spoke more as someone trying to sell herself than anyone. She knew how to talk to bounty hunters and mercs. They wanted to hear you could afford to pay them. Si Tech still had plenty of credits to throw around.

 

[Darion of Myrkr]

Another man joined, a ship captain. Darion paid him no heed. He was looking at the Rebel Jedi Master and Owner of Si Tech.

”What‘s the job?” he asked her.

Jonyna Si

 

[Sahan Dragr]

Spoiler: Equipment

Vambraces
Tusurki'aa Ta'hye Beskad
O'dteyase Saranuhlr
M.I. Model 6 hybrid pistol
M.I. Model 12 shatter rifle
M.I. 'Pulsar' jetpack
KestrisaurHide Utility Belt and Duster
Rulariyi Mandalorian Sunglasses

<Maji, I'm here,> Sahan said over comms to Yuri Maji as his Howler descended Kessel's atmosphere. He wore his usual HUD-laced sunglasses, his favorite grey jacket trimmed with white down feathers, the blue glow of his iron heart around his neck, gauntlets on his forearms, and a few weapons strapped to him.

They touched down, and he leaped out of the cockpit, landing deftly beside Yuri. "What's with the Jedi?" He very much knew who Jonyna Si was, though she probably wouldn't recognize him. "We working for her, working with her, or are we beating her to a pulp?" He laughed as he glared from behind his sunglasses at the Cathar. He had a feeling he knew which answer it would be.

://: A JEDI!? WANT ME TO SHOOT HER!? :\\: Gold shouted with glee, her turrets raising and whirring, ready to fire. Sahan simply raised his hand to stop her.

"No, she's not our enemy. Not today, at least. Isn't that right, Si?" He begrudgingly held out a hand to her. "Dragr. Ignore the lack of armor. Or hair. Shit happens."

"I hear you've done some good things lately with your rebellion." Sahan gave a sinister grin. "Aren't you glad you don't have that corrupt Alliance holding you down anymore?"

Yes, it was a bit of a goad, but it was also an honest question. He had never actually thought all Jedi were evil. They were merely misled by Alliance politics and propaganda. He even considered some of the Silver Jedi who had never been part of the Alliance to be his friends. Or acquaintances, at the very least.

Obviously, the Alliance had been the problem. Away from them, perhaps this Jedi was different—better. He was willing to give her a chance.

"Just don't give me a reason to regret this," Sahan said calmly.

 

[Joraam zan Symmesh]

Jonyna Si | Yuri Maji | James 'Slinger' Antilles | Sahan Dragr | Darion of Myrkr​

Yet another being entered the fray. The Stormfalcon-class light freighter touched down in the same landing pad as the others. A beacon had been called out to various different mercenaries. This was no different than the others. Yet what came out of the ship was not like the others. Not a Mandalorian, no rogue Jedi, not even anything vaguely human. Digitigrade, leather skin, and yet the most important thing was his masked face. A helmet made in the likeness of a karabbac skull. To many who knew galactic history, his helm evoked the visage of General Grievous. Why would it not? This mercenary, like the late General, was Kaleesh.

“Chomakea.” came the blunt greeting, "I am Joraam zan Symmesh. I have come in response to your message, Jonyna Si."

The Kaleesh's reptilian eyes scanned his companion. Quite the menagerie of characters. Beskar-plated guns for hire. A man who reminded Joraam of a pinkflesh Cad Bane. A warrior of raven-black hair. Yet, this mattered little to Joraam, as their character could only be proven in action. He stood silent momentarily. Unlike the other cutthroats here, he was not in it for the credits.

"I wish to hear this proposition of yours, Jeetai." He spoke once more, again with a shortness to his tone.

The complexity of different cultures coming together. In his tribe, words were not said unless they were deliberate and flowery language was not common place. His was a species constant in the threat of war, and thus one could not afford to mince words...