Zinging Ziost - Rescue Refugees (Galactic Alliance)

[Rekha Kaarde]

[SIZE=12pt]Ziost – the most recent planet to be invaded by Primeval. Such a play on words Prime and evil so they are what first to be evil, or the best at being evil. Either way Rekha was recruiting folks to go and help some of the locals off the planet.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]It wasn’t going to be easy, but with all the traffic coming and going off the planet she hoped they’d be able to slip on by and slip on out. Her last encounter with them they had out gunned her 3 to 1.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]She didn’t like those odds, and it had put a lot of holes into the Flying Brick that they had decided to pilot that day. Brick that was the best description, thick bulky and heavy.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]But now she had gone and borrowed a ship from the Underground, it was good to have friends the idea was to get the transport to the ground, give it cover with the X wings from the Underground and get as many people into it as possible.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]The fun part – the flying.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]The scary part – the flying.[/SIZE]

 

[Kaia Starchaser]

She was as much a part of the Alliance as she was the Underground and part of the secret ranks of the Wardens of the Sky. Kaia Starchaser was on a mission with one of the people in her father’s network. They were heading out to Ziost, out near the Primeval, a world that was going to be overrun with Primeval and their dark plans. She had heard the call for pilots and personnel and jumped on.

Kaia had found herself on the freighter, and had taken a copilot role. She was always much better in shuttles and the like, not so much for fighters. She had placed her sniper rifle in the armory on the ship and wore her armor. If she was needed to, the girl who could not do a little bit of gravity manipulation, could provide a good deal of cover to those who were trying to get away.

“So, Ziost? Haven’t been there. Where is our contact?” She started speaking as she looked over the ship’s controls. No one really in particular, but she was trying to run some numbers.

Logistics and all.

[member="Rekha Kaarde"]

 

[Jsc]

Roberts joined the vessel in her casual leathers and a smile on her lips. The perfect tailoring for a casual picnic into Prime space. Just the wink. Add an E-11 Carbine Type7 to your hip and the lady is more than ready for a blusterous night on the town. Bravo.

"Well. ...This should be interesting."

Samantha smirked with a fold of her slender arms and a tap of her boots. Oh yes. This was going to be fun.


[member="Kaia Starchaser"] [member="Rekha Kaarde"]

 

[Aiden Zarc]

Aiden lay on the ground against a ruined brick wall. He was on the second floor of an abandoned building on the outer parts of a city on Ziost that was being subjugated. The only possession he owned was the black, worn sweat pants that he now wore. It wasn't his fault he had gotten here. He didn't want to drown in the ocean he had ended up in. Now, he was starved, but he was also scared. The screams and snarls far away played on his worst fears and he didn't know what he should do. All he could do was try to sleep. Night time is scary already. Maybe the monsters only come out at night.

[member="Samantha Roberts"] | [member="Kaia Starchaser"] | [member="Rekha Kaarde"]

 

[Rekha Kaarde]

[member="Kaia Starchaser"] "Kaia Starchaser, so we haven't formally met so how do you do first of all, second our contact is located" Rekha laughed hard, "OH Samantha my lovely wench so good to have you along do I owe you a bottle of wine?"

Rekha had gotten a bit side tracked but that was ok she was getting ready to tell the location for their pick up. "We are to get into New Adasta outside the city limits which will be tricky because of the crag, but there's supposed to be a clear LZ for pick up. If something happens that they can't meet us, they'll call" Rekha tilted her head slightly she wasn't really the commander type, she was really more the side kick type.

"If anyone has any suggestions now is the time to come up with them"

[member="Aiden Zarc"] [member="Samantha Roberts"]

 

[Jsc]

Sam smirked and waltzed right up to the smirking [member="Rekha Kaarde"] . Obviously she was referencing something her cousin had said or done in the past. Sam got that often. Karen could be so... Adventurous. Mm. Guess it ran in the family.

"Hehe. Well? I do prefer to be call a stunning pilot myself? ...But. Wench will do in good company. Usually."

She gave a showful shrug. Amused at their mission commander and her way of keeping it real.

"So. Simple fly in and pick up? That doesn't sound too hard. If we're ready to breach their security net, then I suppose everything is ready to go. Nice. Ready when you gals are."

Roberts leaned against the console and waggled her eyebrows for fun,

"And did the Lady Kaarde just mention this would be a drinking flight? Hehe. I do so adore my Hyperspace with a little pepper in my glass."

 

[Aiden Zarc]

Aiden never dreamed. Maybe it was the repetitive exhaustion he found himself facing from his "traveling" or maybe he just never got as much sleep as he needed. Maybe he was cursed. Even after all this time, the tattooed lines and circles that traveled along his arms and neck would twinge with a bit of pain. It wasn't nearly as bad as it used to be, so that was a plus. This time, he couldn't sleep because it was too bright. He opened his eyes and then quickly closed them again. Light was shining through a convenient crack in the wall...and right onto his face.

He slowly got up, his back aching in one spot from how and where he had slept. The screams had stopped. There was silence outside. He started to climb and walk back down the way he had come before. The ground was unkind to his feet, but he was lucky enough to only have to deal with discomfort, rather than an injury. He finally got to the sidewalk and he looked up at the monolithic buildings surrounding him on the street level. It was just a little scary. He walked down the sidewalk, alone in a large city. The buildings looked all the same around here: large, dark, and empty.

It felt like forever until he walked far enough and the buildings became much more familiar: little shops and apartment complexes. The first food place he saw, he went inside. The door emitted an electronic door chime as he opened it, so he froze still and made sure that it hadn't alerted anyone. There was, still, only silence. A brick fell from a roof and hit the ground. It was safe. It turned out to be a bakery. Good. Bread filled him up the most. He scavenged through the food and ate his fill. Bread loaves and sweets disappeared into his mouth and down his throat. It was SO good! He was licking the frosting off his finger when he pulled the next tray of bread closer to him. He was foolish for doing it with one hand, because it clattered to the ground and made a very loud sound.

Soon after the accident, he jerked his head up when he heard the sound of a nearby, unearthly scream. He looked around and panicked. He needed to find a hiding spot and fast! He looked at the bottom shelf behind the counter and noticed a large container. The lid flipped up and inside to reveal a large container space filled with day old cinnamon buns. He desperately and quickly pulled and shoved the mound of many cinnamon buns out of the container and onto the floor. Someone was outside. With buns littering the floor and the half-sticky container empty, he squeezed himself into the opening and shut the lid.

It wasn't the perfect fit, so he had to keep his legs bent. Other than that, he could see himself hiding here long enough for whoever it was to go away. He was shaking with fear when he heard large clacking footsteps enter after the door chime went off. They walked all over, the sound of footsteps drawing closer and farther. He couldn't cry, for it would surely alert the intruder. However, tears rolled silently down his cheeks as he lay there in hide-and-seek terror. The footsteps sounded next to him, partially clacking on the floor and partially making a squishy sound from the buns. Aiden was so scared that he clenched his eyes shut, tears dislodging from his eyelashes and eyeballs to course down his cheeks. He willed the lid, more than anything in the world, to stay shut and not open at all. He blotted out the intruder's presence and the fear and he focused on survival, just like when the white coat men would---. He focused intently on the lid.

The lid made a couple of noises, as though someone was trying to gain entry. This led him to focus even harder. The lid did not budge an inch and the intruder gave up interest. Aiden had focused too hard and didn't notice the intruder leave until 5 minutes had already passed since his departure. Aiden opened his eyes and tiredly let go of his concentration. He listened for the man, but didn't hear him...it...whoever. He crawled out and just stood there, not sure of what to do. He had been taught to follow good hygiene routines. But, from whom, he did not know. Aiden looked for a refresher to brush his teeth at.

[member="Samantha Roberts"] | [member="Rekha Kaarde"] | [member="Kaia Starchaser"]

 

[Kaia Starchaser]

She knew that her father had worked with Rekha, and he’d worked with… someone by the last name of Roberts. Was that a relative of Sam? Kaia wasn’t 100% sure so she’d not speak up. The dark haired girl smiled, though, when Rekha started speaking to her. “I’m doing very well! Haven’t don’t a trip like this in some time.” She smiled and nodded.

And they had a contact, that was good. “At least you’re not a wrench wench, maybe.” Yeah, Kaia thought she was funny, to most? She really wasn’t. Still, she looked at the controls of the ship. Right, could she just hide in the ship now?

“I mean, if it gets too harsh out there, I can do the Jedi thing…” What Jedi thing? Carry a glow stick? Yeah, that one!

[member="Aiden Zarc"]
[member="Samantha Roberts"]
[member="Rekha Kaarde"]

 

[Vaulkhar]

Vaulkhar sat silently upon the throne of the Warlord, [member="Enoch Zambrano"]. Since his half-brother's departure, he has been the acting warlord over the planet of Ziost. It was not something the young man was particularly enjoying, as he was more of a warrior, less of a warlord, but it was a favor for the only family he generally cared for, so he decided to do it. Within the room, various guards of the citadel moved about the room, armored and armed, they were always busy doing something or another for the stand in warlord and the citizens who visited the citadel. And boy, there sure were a lot of citizens visiting today and that bothered Vaulkhar greatly. He agreed to stand in as the warlord, not aid in the overseeing of the festival currently enveloping the city he ruled over.

The Festival was something Vaulkhar knew nothing of. What he did know was it happened on an annual basis, maybe to celebrate good fortune or a good harvest, he wasn't sure. Nor did he care. But of course he was forced to aid the citizens, as it was a tradition among these people to work hand in hand with the government, even a dictatorship such as this, for this festival.

Vaulkhar stood from his seated position upon the Warlord's throne and strode down the stairs, hands behind his back in the classic; I'm an evil leader, position. He nodded to the chosen citizens to act as communications between he and the people during the festival. The two before him, one a young Twi'lek male, the other an elder human woman, were both chattering back and forth about the success of this years festival. It bored Vaulkhar greatly. He wished to be out and about, training or battling the foes of the One Sith and Primeval, not stuck in a palace. As he came upon the two citizens, they turned to him and bowed before speaking.

"Greetings, most gracious Warlord. We are happy to report our festival is in full swing without trouble." The Twi'lek raised himself from his bowed position and smiled at Vaulkhar.

The blind man returned the smile. "That is good to hear, sir. Will that be all? If so, please feel free to return to your celebrations. I have business involving the security of our fair city to tend to during your festival."

The Twi'lek and Human nodded before turning to depart. As they left the room, the captain of Enoch's personal guard ran into the room, his armor and weapons clanking as he slid to a stop before Vaulkhar. The young Sith stared face to face with the captain, brow perked at his sudden arrival without any sort of announcement. Vaulkhar had not expected to see the captain this evening, as he ordered him to maintain security within the city and only report in when there was trouble. And there was never trouble on Ziost; or at least that is what his half-brother had assured him before departing to deal with whatever business he had.

"Sir," the captain stood straight and saluted. "It appears a group of soldiers have arrived on Ziost via the off world transportation units. They managed to get past our check-in stations in some way and now make their way towards our city. They appear to be of the Galactic Alliance."

This was a rather interesting turn of events. Unlike many other Sith, Vaulkhar generally cared nothing for the likes of the Galactic Alliance. They were a capable lot, to say the least, but the young Sith had faced worse during his time with the One Sith. With that being said, he also had a soft spot for their group as his significant other was a member of their faction, and he had no intention of causing trouble for her or her allies unless one hundred percent necessary. After his momentary considerations, Vaulkhar raised a hand and motioned for his elite squadron of agents and troopers to approach. This was Ghost Squadron, his hand selected unit he brought with him to this planet.

"Jackson, go with the guard captain and whatever soldiers he manages to round up. I'd like these interlopers captured; alive. Bring them to the palace for questioning. I request you at least try and talk to them, convince them they will be dealt with peacefully, as long as they do not cause trouble for the citizens or fight back. If they fight back, beat them into submission. If they do not submit, kill them."

With that Vaulkhar waved his hand away from the soldiers and troopers, turning back to the throne. He ascended the steps of the throne and sat comfortably upon it, head propped up against his fist. Seemed things were turning out to be interesting after all.

[member="Kaia Starchaser"] | [member="Aiden Zarc"] | [member="Samantha Roberts"] | [member="Rekha Kaarde"]

 

[Rekha Kaarde]

[SIZE=12pt]Rekha looked up to Samantha just as she sauntered beside her, “I often give out kisses and wine on the first trip” She smiled, “it’s like a christening” She nodded, “stunning wench it is then” Rekha smiled keeping them on course.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]“Yep fly in, land open the doors, shoo them in, and get off Ziost” That was the plan strange how the best laid plans are often waylaid by the unforeseen.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]“Well if you care for a sip of something of the flower, or grape there are a couple of bottles in the cooler, we can open one and christen our mission” Rekha thought it good luck to have a drink, not get drunk just have a drink. Nothing wrong with that right?[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]Rekha looked at Kaia she was trying to see her father in her face the eyes a little, definitely not the hair, the shape of her face definitely. It would seem the girl’s looks came from her mother, who strangely Coren did not share a picture of. Perhaps it was painful to do so, Rekha just did not know.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]“The Jedi thing, is that where you wiggle fingers and make them all think they are living on Dagobah in swamp, as a lizard?” She looked up and smiled at Kaia, had her father warned her about what she could be like.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]Rekha kept them on the right course, and followed the path of least resistance. She wasn’t sure what to expect on Ziost she hoped it wasn’t anything like a blood bath, or so calm it makes you feel bad your there. The landing on the crag was the difficult thing, finding that flat spot.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]They flew at top speeds and finally made it to the landing zone with a half turn Rekha had them on the ground, “Well that too easy, you just know”. After a quick check of security, and making sure everyone was armed.[/SIZE]


[SIZE=12pt]Rekha let down the gangplank she could feel it something was going on..but what. “Let’s move out, out point of contact should be at the gate waiting” [/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]Looming in the distance the gate into the city and hopefully their contact with the refugees ready to move out.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt][member="Kaia Starchaser"] | [member="Aiden Zarc"] | [member="Samantha Roberts"] | [member="Vaulkhar"] | [member="Anastasia Rade"][/SIZE]

 

[Tiland Kortun]

Tiland walked out of the other areas of the ship, rechecking his bag of herbs. Refugees were always struggling and unhealthy in some way. Sometimes it was mental, others emotional, and of course physically. He had supplies for all those things. Teas for emotional pains and mental shock, poultices for physical injuries. Whatever happened, he would be prepared. With some applications of the Force, just about every situation would be healed, within reason. There were some things that could not be healed, no matter how powerful the healer. Only the Sith tried to defy those limits and it usually cost them a great deal from his understanding.

He followed the others down and carried no weapon save his quarterstaff, which hardly counted as a weapon. It was his walking stick above anything else and he leaned on it as he made his way down. Not that there was anything special about it either. Just a straight piece of wood, smoothed over by years of use and well fitted to his hand. It was part of his connection to the natural world, something that kept him grounded in the Force. Something loomed in the Force, although he was unsure of what it was.

"Would you like me to scout ahead?" He asked after a moment, adjusting the shoulder strap to his satchel. "I am of no threat to anyone. Merely an old wandering beggar." He adjusted his stance, bending his back forward, hunching his shoulders, and leaning more heavily on his staff. "Most pay no attention to me this way."

 

[Jsc]

The "Stunning Wench" stepped out upon the planet of Ziost with a smile on her face. This was living. A cold unforgiving planet. Covered in snow and the endless legends of danger. Every step was a rush and every small stone seemed to hide an ambush. It was no wonder their was people on this planet who wanted to escape their religion. This place was an iron fist. Covered in frost and shattered to the ground.

"No need for celebrations just yet Captain. We can toast our success with new friends later. Right now? We've got a mission to complete."

Sam raised her hand made a fist. Clenching hard with her desire for success. She would succeed today. No matter what.

"Let's go!"

The determined woman set out across the snowy ground with a quick step. Paying no mind to rocky landscape nor it's bristling frosty trees. An arctic wind could not stop this woman. The Force would be with her. Always.

[member="Rekha Kaarde"]

 

[Aiden Zarc]

It was now that Aiden realized how cold he was because his writer was a cotton-headed ninny muggin who only skimmed the wookiepedia page. How had he even survived the night in that cold, run-down building? Because reasons... He didn't know, but he needed to focus on finding clothing. The bakery had living quarters upstairs and he was very lucky that the baker had children. He looted the kids' room looking for warm clothing to fit him. With proper clothing, a coat, and boots, he actually felt safe and secure for...the first time in his life?...Well...Maybe...Maybe there had been...something similar...a long time ago....

He walked back downstairs, grabbed some food, and shoved it into his pockets. He peeked outside...nothing. He opened the door and the electronic doorbell once again startled him. He ran off down the sidewalk, imaginary pursuers just around the block behind him. He slipped on a patch of ice and slid onto the ground, more disoriented than hurt. He tried to stand up, but a trio of men came running out of a side alley and Aiden slid once more to the ground in surprise. Two of the men just kept running, but the third looked back at him, looked around, and then gestured for Aiden to follow.

"Come on!" he urged quietly. "You don't wanna' stay there, do ya'? We gotta' get outta' here!" Aiden got to his feet and ran after. The man got disapproving looks from his companions, but they kept running. Eventually, the man simply picked Aiden up and set him on his back. They got to houses closest to the outer city wall. Why was this place so dead? They went to a house, knocked a special kind of knock, and then entered. The living room was warm, but poorly lit. An old man greeted them and then smiled when he saw Aiden clinging onto the man's back. The old man smiled to the young man and said, "Always trying to save one more, aren't you, Tarkis? That's a heart of gold you've got there." and then he chuckled while Tarkis smiled proudly, but tried to appear dismissive.

"Well, that's everyone. Time to head downstairs and get out of this city." The old man looked down at his chronometer. His head perked up and he became a bit anxious to get on the road. "Holy smokes, we're going to be late if we don't move. We only get this one chance, boys. We need to move on the double." The old man went on ahead into the next room and, before anyone could see what he did, everyone else came into the room to find that a doorway had been opened. They all went inside and the door was shut behind them. Lights lit up the long, long passageway and Aiden was back on the man's back so that everyone could run. The old man seemed especially spry for his old age. It wouldn't be long before they were outside of the city walls and emerged on the other end where everyone else was waiting.

[member="Samantha Roberts"] | [member="Tiland Kortun"] | [member="Rekha Kaarde"] | [member="Kaia Starchaser"] | [member="Vaulkhar"]