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

U GURL​

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.

 

[Magorro]

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...

 

[Yuri Maji]

KESSEL | LANDING PADS
TAGS: Jonyna Si | Magorro | Sahan Dragr | Darion of Myrkr | James 'Slinger' Antilles
GEAR: In bio

U GURL​

"Not anymore."

"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."

Yuri spared a glance at the cat for a moment, a shadow of a smile taking hold before he looked back at a ship entering atmosphere. "Ah. That's a shame." He quipped, hoping to work on the Jedi's nerves. A few moments later, the voice of his old friend came alive over his comms. < :: Good to hear your voice, Sahan. Keep your guns holstered, you'll love this surprise. :: > He answered in Mando'a, waiting anxiously to see the Mandalorian's reaction.

To his surprise, another ship entered with yet another familiar face. He couldn't remember if he called for Darion or if the man came on his own accord, but it was a welcome addition. More faces Yuri could trust, more reliable guns he could put his faith in for this operation. He shot a two-fingered salute at Darion in acknowledgement but remained silent to watch the comedy show about to unfold. Sahan's remarks earned a chuckle from the Hound as well as a smug glance at Jonyna.

"We working for her, working with her, or are we beating her to a pulp?"

"We can kick her ass later, don't worry." He remarked.

He was enjoying every moment of this.

A few more ships arrived while the group spoke, drawing Yuri's attention. The smoothskin with the funny hat and face like a target plate didn't faze Yuri too much, what really drew his attention was the bone mask of a Kaleesh warrior. The Hound idly dug for a cigarette in one of his pouches and lit it with the ignition of his wrist flamer, calmly waiting for Jonyna to announce the intent of the meeting.

"This is gonna be fun." He muttered to himself. Sahan would understand the importance of this operation, he knew of the sorry state the Ironworks was in. Darion likely knew too.

None of them needed to know that the cat had also seen. He hoped that she could keep her mouth shut about that little expedition.

 

[Jonyna Si]

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

Jonyna let out snort at Yuri's comment, before raising an eyebrow at Sahan's.

She knew well enough that plenty of people had seen the Alliance as a corrupt chithole that only cared for itself. That was easy to see. That of course, overlooked all the work she had done, but that was nor here nor there.

All she gave him was that raised eyebrow. She knew better than to let herself be distracted.

"The plan, as we've come up with..."

Jonyna, before continuing, pulled out a small holo-projector. It showed an image, Mon Cala. Currently, one of The Imperial Confederation's Primary Orbital Spaceports.

"Is to steal a portion of the orbital ring."

She took a moment to smirk, letting that absurd statement sink in. To anyone else, it'd be crazy. She then waved her hand towards the holo projector, her vambrace interacting with it to show the actual plan. From the south, a horde of starfighters came.

"Right now, the Imperials are distracted by their Invasion of the Sith Holy Worlds. Their fleets are tied up trying to blow a hole through the Blackwall. Mon Cala is primarily guarded by a token home fleet, and unsuspecting of any incoming attacks. They won't be suspecting a coordinated strike. First, we hit them in the ass. Starfighters and small ships hit the rear of the ring, drawing their forces that way."

Another flick, and on the other side, freighters.

"The ring is still a functioning spaceport, even when it's acting as an Imperial Dockyard. We slip in a few freighters under the guise of regular shipping. Inside, strike teams and demo men. Yuri will lead the demon teams, and I'll be leading the strike forces. We secure the northern portion of the shipyards..."

Another flick. Holographic charges went off, cutting a piece of the ring away. Suddenly, two superfreighters jumped into real space ahead of it.

"Then we steal it. Tow it away on our superfreighters, and ship it back to Kestri for Maji Ironworks to use."

 

[Darion of Myrkr]

Darion watched the plan move across the holoprojector as the Jedi Master spoke. He studied it without blinking. In his head he saw the ring as it would be, the tools to saw it off from the rest of the superstructure and the angles of attack and retreat. He let the thoughts come and then pushed them away. There would be time for them later.

He turned to Yuri. The helmet hid his face, but he tilted it slightly as he spoke in Mando'a. "If this loot is meant for the vode, should it not be our work alone?"

Why bring in hired guns? Why was a Jetii the one who paid for it?

Yuri Maji Jonyna Si Magorro Sahan Dragr James 'Slinger' Antilles

 

[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

The Jedi ignored his outstretched hand. So much for that. So be it, Sahan thought. He supposed the Silvers were the only Jedi who actually knew any manners. Or maybe it was just a Cathar thing, and he was dwelling on it too much. It didn't actually matter.

"The plan, as we've come up with..."

Jonyna, before continuing, pulled out a small holo-projector. It showed an image, Mon Cala. Currently, one of The Imperial Confederation's Primary Orbital Spaceports.

"Is to steal a portion of the orbital ring."

She took a moment to smirk, letting that absurd statement sink in. To anyone else, it'd be crazy. She then waved her hand towards the holo projector, her vambrace interacting with it to show the actual plan. From the south, a horde of starfighters came.

"Only a portion?" Sahan didn't think it was crazy at all. Not by a long shot. "Why not just take the whole thing?" He laughed. Now that was crazy. But technically possible... A few ideas began crunching in the back of his mind. He didn't bother speaking his ideas aloud.

"Then we steal it. Tow it away on our superfreighters, and ship it back to Kestri for Maji Ironworks to use."

He turned to Yuri. The helmet hid his face, but he tilted it slightly as he spoke in Mando'a. "If this loot is meant for the vode, should it not be our work alone?"

Sahan was thinking the exact same thing. Something about this smelled fishy, and not because of the Calamari target. He silently sent a message of text that would autoplay silently in Mando'a in the comms of the other two. <Darion is correct. This is suspicious. She either already knows the location of Kestri—which she shouldn't—or she's trying to obtain it. If she's trying to steal secrets, we don't exactly have any worth anything at the moment. We need to somehow confirm what she knows about Kestri. I don't like unknown variables. If she's fishing for coordinates, we shut this down immediately.>

Sahan gave Yuri a look. He trusted the Shistavanen, but he had a feeling there was something he was hiding from them. From him. There was a lot about his past—and his present—that could be used against him. Was there some sort of trouble that was forcing him to work with a Jedi, of all people?

 

[James 'Slinger' Antilles]

Yuri Maji Jonyna Si Darion of Myrkr Magorro Sahan Dragr

James listened to the explanation of Kessels current fate. He grunted mollified a little, that he was with an effective group. Kessel had been a hub of suffering for well as far as James could tell damn near millenia. To be free even if it only turned out to be a short time, was an achievement. It was still ashame what had happened to the planet in the mean time, but as James had just said you couldn't save them all. Maybe now Kessel would be given a chance to heal.

"You did good work here." James said with a tip of his hat.

Then the plan was revealed. It was simple, direct, uncomplicated as all the best operational plans were. James didn't believe in plans with lots of moving parts, they had a tendency to not go smoothly. James hated it when the plan never went smooth, buth then inevitably things always seemed to get a little complicated didn't they?

The only way to be sure of the details was to ask questions.

"Do you want me in the Revolution, Rebellion and Resistance to slip in as one of the freighters?" James asked.

"Obviously I'll have to change the name again." James acknowledged with a wry grin.

Truthfully James didn't mind what role the boss had in mind for him, he was just happy to be a part of something that was doing some damage for a change.

 

[Yuri Maji]

KESSEL | LANDING PADS
TAGS: Jonyna Si | Magorro | Sahan Dragr | Darion of Myrkr | James 'Slinger' Antilles
GEAR: In bio

U GURL​

Yuri idly listened to Jonyna's breakdown of the plan, though his attention was more on the reaction of the team. He knew the plan already, he wanted to see if anyone was going to buckle. Sahan's suggestion to steal the entire orbital ring drew a daring laugh and a shake of Yuri's head. "Thought of it already, brother." He remarked with another pull of his smoke. "You can't just take the booster from one ion engine and slap it on another. That shipyard is built to surround a different planet, we'll be playin' with dangerous variables if we just try to slap it around our homeland. Even if we break it down, it'll take years to work through all of that." He explained.

The list could go on. Safety concerns, upkeep, the manpower needed to keep a shipyard of that magnitude operational... but he knew Sahan was smart enough to crunch those numbers himself.

"If this loot is meant for the vode, should it not be our work alone?"

His attention turned to Darion, his heart sinking slightly at the question. He was afraid that they would get worried. Before Yuri could answer him, Sahan chimed in as well.

<Darion is correct. This is suspicious. She either already knows the location of Kestri—which she shouldn't—or she's trying to obtain it. If she's trying to steal secrets, we don't exactly have any worth anything at the moment. We need to somehow confirm what she knows about Kestri. I don't like unknown variables. If she's fishing for coordinates, we shut this down immediately.>

<"She only knows of Kestri because I told her of it. She doesn't know anything other than that, at least as far as I know."> He answered the two warriors in Mando'a. <"And if she's trying to get the location of it, she's talking to the wrong people. Besides, why let our own people die for this job when she can send some Alliance dogs to do it instead."> He continued. It wasn't the whole truth, but it wasn't a lie, either.

He still had his own reservations about the cat, but for this operation he was willing to vouch for her. He crushed his bud under his boot and offered a toothy grin to the two warriors. "Come on, boys, it'll be fun! How many times can we shoot a bunch'a people without a Jedi yappin' about the... 'balance of the Force' or whatever." He answered in Basic, sparing a glance at Jonyna.

"I ain't passin' this opportunity to rub it in a Jedi's face." He snickered.

 

[Jonyna Si]

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

Jonyna watched as the Mandalorians whispered amongst themselves.

<"I can understand you, you know. Lest we forget I dated Jenn Kryze for damn near a year."> Jonyna said, in an admittedly rough Mando'a. While she had learned the language, she clearly hadn't mastered it yet. <"Look, if I cared to find your homeworld, I wouldn't be asking you to put your lives on the line, while also paying you in Alliance earned credits. You wanna know what I want? I want back up so my men have less of a chance of getting slaughtered. I want the Imperials to rue the day they hurt those on Lothal. I want their damned ideology to live in fear of the Rebellion. That's what I want. I'm gifting your people a boon, and the repayment is that I get to cripple the Empire's war machine. The Alliance is dead, but I never put all my chips in that pool. Don't you dare assume The Wild Space Rebellion is just a successor to the corruption and mismanagement of the Alliance Senate. No, I want freedom for planets to rule their own way. Yours, mine, and everyone else's.">

Jonyna turned to the other two, nodding.

"Now, that said, I wanna make one thing clear. If any of you assume me still that perfect little jedi do-gooder the NJO painted me as..."

She pulled out something from her coat. A stormtrooper helmet, one vintage enough to have only come from the original Empire. Across it's mask, a claw mark that could only have come from one place.

Then she flipped it, revealing a skull inside.

"Don't. I've used my blades to decapitate stormtroopers before, and I plan to mount Sularen's head on my wall if I get the chance. I'm not the perfect jedi. But I am a damn good rebel."

 

[Darion of Myrkr]

Darion didn't blink when the Jedi laid out the plan. Take a slice of an Imperial shipyard with a handful of freighters and nerve. He had heard worse plans and followed them. A warrior did not live long among Mandalorians if he startled easy.

But he blinked now.

He looked at Yuri as his vod made his point. But his answers only begged for more questions. He knew some of his brethren favored that kind of thinking. Live to fight again. Bend so you do not break. There was sense in it. Still, a warrior's death was the truest coin a Mandalorian owned. To fall in battle was honor. To be denied it by aruetiise was theft.

He meant to say so.

Then the Jedi spoke in broken Mando'a, smoothening words with mewls. Darion blinked again. He looked to Sahan, then back to the Jetii. Whether romantic vows bound them or not, unless they've sworn into our creed, they are still aruetii... and Kestri, the hidden world...

He felt heat rise in him. He wanted to protest, but there was another voice in him keeping him from leaving. The fleet needed ships. The Mandalorians needed to rebuild all they had lost.

"We don't care for your cause," Darion said, his tone of voice was level. "Nor your convictions, Master Jetii. They are not ours. We will do what we are paid to do. Nothing more."

"You mentioned you had credits. Keep them. I'll take Imperial ships as payment for my service."

He didn't know if Sahan would feel the same, but he was sure whatever grievances the veteran Mandalorian had with Yuri would be resolved later.

Yuri Maji Sahan Dragr Jonyna Si Magorro James 'Slinger' Antilles

 

[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

Sahan knew the Jedi had once been a romantic partner of someone who called herself Mandalorian, so he wasn't at all surprised when she spoken some broken Mando'a. She had dated someone he once respected and no longer did. He would not say that aloud, though.

As for Yuri's words, he saw them for what they were. There was truth to them, however, so he just nodded his head. "Very well." He clasped his arm around Yuri's head and whispered to him: "But I think you need to catch me up on some things later, buddy." But perhaps he had his own secrets he should share with his friend as well. Of all people, Yuri had a right to know.

Sahan turned to Jonyna. "For the record, none of us ever thought you were a do-gooder. Though..." He gestured to the stormtrooper helmet, "you're making a start. Not bad for a Jedi. A few hundred more, and maybe we'll be a little impressed."

He paused for a moment. "But are you really a Jedi? Whatever you may have started as, you seem something different now. Something better." Somewhat, at least.

"Anyway, let's do this."

Yuri Maji Jonyna Si Darion of Myrkr​