Star Wars Intervention: Echoes in Eternity (An Original Trilogy Game; Always taking new players!!!)

IC: Winterkill
Governor’s Palace/Imperial Garrison, Craci Prime

Stoically, dark eyes watched as the white haired demon in disguise and the snake interacted.He needed to know if their relationship was beyond professional level. If he had to compensate for possible liable behavior patterns. As Winterkill watched the disguised Havah Jeth and Tiaca, he was unable to pick-up any subtle nuances in their behavior or voice. From these two, he had a feeling that gleaning such information through observation alone would be impossible during normal circumstances, only at critical moments could he hope for a candid widow of opportunity in order to ascertain even the most minuscule bit of information.

Thus far, he picked-up nothing. His senses corroborated together with his knowledge and intuition, that they were simply professionals doing a job.

“Help me up.”

Yeah, that still sounded like good ole Havah Jeth. The fact that he spoke more like himself than the ‘alien’ he was impersonating revealed to Winterkill that their mission leader might need a moment to gather himself. The blaster bolt had not killed him out right, but the nagai could bet that the arkanian was dealing with some serious pain, pain he was probably bringing under control to use as fuel for the mission...in a fashion similar to his own techniques.

“You’ll be fine.” Tiaca said, her voice betraying nothing but the attitude the nagai recognized to be hers. She hadn’t even bothered to answer Winterkill, but Havah did, which was expected of both. The mission leader gave the sign for him to ‘proceed’, trusting him to make the best choice necessary, considering everything that had happened thus far, the needs of the moment, the needs of their objectives, and the conditions presented by their situation.

There was banging on the closed blast doors. Imperial troopers. They were demanding that they open up. Winterkill understood what he had to do.

It was time for misdirection.

The nagai assumed that they were being monitored somehow, so he would act under that assumption. Thanks to Havah Jeth’s rigorous and often seemingly cruel methods of training, Winterkill finally perfected ‘acting’. He tended to over act, instead of performing naturally. It wasn’t his strong suit, and his dark past ill-afforded him that skill set, but things were different now. Despite acquiring a 'pass' from Havah, he still disliked this particular skill. It was one mastered by snakes.

Like the ‘lowly alien’ maintenance worker that he was, the nagai approached the control panel and pretended to try it several times. He gave out a sigh of frustration then tried the doors several times himself. Now he was irritated.

“It’s stuck. It won’t open!” He yelled at the door, loud enough so the imperials at the other side could hear.

There. That should work once maybe twice. Either way, he’d bought Havah some time to get himself together to resume his role as mission leader. Tiaca was playing the part of the protective guard quite well, from the looks of it.

So, what did that make of him?


Tag: @Mitth_Fisto, @Intervention, @Sith-I-5

 

IC: Atin Taab
UIS Mines, 12 Klicks from the spaceport, Craci Prime

"Not the most excessive Imperial presence I have ever seen," as a lone Stormtrooper arrived near them, looking over the mostly seated children, while a white-furred sand panther plunged among the children. The expression on Atin's face was one of disbelief mixed with amusement, though of course non one could see that behind his faceplate. Yav seemed to have a similar reaction to recent goings on.

"I dunno about you, I was expecting a lot more carnage and screaming than that."

Atin frowned now, frankly he had too. What was going on here? He shook his head. It didn't matter, he was paid to look at the larger picture, just follow order, acomplish his mission and most importantly learn something while doing it.

The lone stormtrooper called out, "Anneli, come here Hun'. Your Dad sent me to get you." At least that explained what the whiteshell was doing here, he probably didn't even know what else was going on. Yav went off to do the rest of his magical rescue act while Atin stood by, directing medics and firefighting crews over to the area where the kids had now taken shelter. While the medical personnel went about their tasks, Atin made sure to keep a close eye on the Stormie lest he suddenly turn hostile. But with his bucket clipped to his belt the soldier seemed only concerned with keeping the girl now cradled in his arms safe and gathering up the sand panther so he could accomplish his own mission. He seemed to pay Atin no mind, so the Mandalorian approached Janine (or so her name tape said) seeing what else he could do while they waited for Yav to get back. No sooner had he done so then Yav reappeared with what was hopefully the final group.

Janine thanked him but he held up a finger silencing her. "Hold that thought; I just need to get the driver now." shab, so not the last group. To be honest Atin was getting ansty here. Rescue missions were all well and good, but rumor was there was an Imperial invasion going on now, and despite the lackadaisical attitude of the whiteshell they had on scene, such things generally didn't end so well. It seemed that maybe Yav agreed. "Go secure your transport. I will join you in a few minutes. Contact the others, if you can get a signal out; try to find out more on what is going on."

Atin nodded his head giving a brief "Roger that," as he spun around and started to make his way through the crowd of rescue workers. He hadn't given much thought to the lack of comms so close to the crater. He knew that it was throwing off some sort of interference that could be scrambling his communication system. Ducking under the yellow tape that surrounded the scene he pushed through the throngs of onlookers who had stayed behind the watch the scene unfold. Aruetii (foreign/outsider) savages. They had done nothing to help and only served to get in the way, possibly all in a desire to see something go horribly wrong and find themselves interviewed for the evening holo-news. Disgusted as he was by their behavior he made no bones about shouldering several of them aside as he approached his own objective. Soon he found them parting for him, allowing him through without comment.

The stolen speeder van was right where he had left it. He had almost expected it to have been towed off, but he supposed the local law enforcement folks had other, far more important matter son their hands than looking for a stolen speeder van. That's if the thugs had even woken up yet or even reported it stolen.

Settling into the driver's seat, Atin tapped the side of his bucket twice. it wasn't really necessary, the comm system was activated with an eyeblink, but given the interference they had been receiving he did it anyway. The low hum of static came through the system instead of just silence. It seemed to be working now.

"Quagmire, Spook, Iron Hand," he stuck to their callsigns even though this was a secure net before repeating himself and continuing on. "This is Scorch with Safety. Please advise as to location and situation, over." He then repeated the message another two times, hoping that someone would be able to get back to him.

TAG: Sith-I-5, Mitth_Fisto Bravo

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IC: Beskaryc Taab
Hutt Caravel, skies over Craci Prime

The rain slashed down on the pair of Mercs as Taab knelt before the the interior of the maintenance hatch he had sliced open, studying it. Still holding the ignited jetti'kad (lightsaber) in his right hand he dug around with his free left hand trying to find the cable that supplied power to the shield around the airlock. Thus far no joy. "I think it leads to the engine room," came back from Sunri, who no doubt wanted to get out of the rain. Taab grunted at that thought. He was an infantryman by trade, and he was used to it. Shab, he expected it. If it wasn't raining it meant they weren't on mission.

"Well get in there and find out!" Taab yelled at the man. He didn't relish the idea of separating the group further, but at the moment he felt they had no choice. According to the inertial nav system in his bucket they were over 395 klicks from where they had started, and were getting farther away from the others by the minute. Besides if it did lead to the engine room that could be highly beneficial.

Looking back to the open panel he saw that there was a new power drain, though he didn't know this was a result of the now activated defensive systems. He found what he thought was the right cable
now, but best to see if Sunri could find a way to control the ships engines before Taab started hacking away. Again. Without looking he called back over his shoulder, "Any progress!?"

TAG: Skywalker_T-65, Heavy Isotope, Sith again.

 

IC: Masha Tinovorsh
Hutt Caravel, Sleeping on the job... Hehe

TAGS: Bardan_Jusik, Skywalker_T-65, Sith-I-5

 

IC: General Preeminent Hilick Soal
Bridge, Assertor-class Dreadnought Darkest Night, High Orbit over Craci Prime, Craci System


"General?" Rear Admiral Tod Dab said from Hilick's left. "Your orders, sir?"

Hilick waited, tapping his right hand's fingers on his armrest. The Commodore came up at that moment with expected news, "Sirs, the three Victory Star Destroyers have stopped their movement against us, but have raised shields and sensors report energy spikes on the line of weapons being powered on."

"Thank you Commodore," Dab said, dismissing the Commodore; the Admiral said again, "General, your orders?"

Hilick looked at his chrono and said quietly, "Just about...now."

Over the crest of the planet, with trails of exhaust behind them, appeared multiple warheads.

Dab smiled thinly.

It was one last parting gift of peace between the Corporate Sector and the Empire; before the disguised Storm Commando team acting as Rebels left the Bardan Ice Expanse and the thus located Corporate Sector Authority's Planetary Defense Missile Platform, the Commandos had locked and sealed the control room, rigged it with explosives if anyone should enter, and entered a stolen launch code for all missiles to fire, as if the station was acting in a desperate last attempt to stop an invader.

"Admiral!" barked the Commodore, "Sensors report nine Intruder Missiles, twelve Cruise Missiles, eleven Assault Concussion Missiles, three Diamond Boron Missiles, three Shieldbuster Torpedo, and three Concussion Bombs all headed for the three Victory-class Star Destroyers! Commodore Pinkerton is requesting immediate assistance!"

"Have communications send a conformation to his request and order all weapons in range of those missiles to open fire immediately!" Dab ordered, going along with the "act". The Darkest Night's guns started unleashed devastating amounts of energy towards the cluster of missiles, but like before, the weapons were too fast, too small, too nimble. All of them, it seemed, had been programmed with droid brains to evade hostile fire in order to complete their missions. A costly addition most governments sought to avoid, but one that the Corporate Sector---on the edge of Imperial space and in the lawless Outer Rim---felt that such a prized star system could not live without.

Hilick and the Admiral calmly walked to the starboard side bridge viewports and watched as the three Victories---in utter vain attempt---tried to destroy the missiles. With all of the firepower from all four ships concreted into one area, Hilick watched with utter dismay as a few fiery explosions blossomed against the planet's light in contrast to the darkness of space. But, in the end, it would all be in vain.

"With our communications logged with the three Victories and our accurate gunnery fire to intercept the missiles, our tracks will be covered," Dab said.

"Indeed Admiral," Hilick said as he watched the missiles impale themselves into the three Victory-class Star Destroyers, the Star Destroyers breaking apart into fiery explosions and debris.

"The debris from the last Victory, being so close to the planet, could fall into the atmosphere," Dab noted, "Bringing undue civilian deaths."

"And such is the cost of war, Admiral," Hilick replied, "Our guns are out of range and even at full burn, we would not reach the falling debris in times. And by the time we equip any starfighters or gunboats with heavy enough ammunition to take out whole chunks of a Victory," Hilick smiled as already the first, largest debris chunks of the nearest Victory started to go ablaze and enter the planet's atmosphere, "And already, Admiral, we would not of made it in time. Have communications alert Craci Prime to falling debris from a Rebel attack against Corporate Sector forces. And launch our ground forces, Admiral. It appears the Rebel threat on Craci Prime has taken out three fully armed Victory-class Star Destroyers. Quite the threat, I would say, to Imperial and Corporate Sector security."

"With pleasure, General!" Dab replied, snapping his feet together as he snapped to attention and then snapping around on his heel, proceeded to direct the orders to the Commodore.

With a final look at the falling debris from the Victory, Hilick turned around and retreated back to his Ready Room.

It was tea time.


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Mahaben
Craci city slums, outside Craci Regional Medical Center

For a moment there, it looked as if they would actually get away from the clutches of their pursuers. The mob of angry armed locals surged in response to the building conflict caused by Imperial oppression upon the planet’s populace.

Captain Lasso led the jog to freedom, followed by Boras, then Ayres. The ex-jedi, Mahaben chose to cover their rear.

But suddenly, the blind man cried out with a loud voice and fell to the ground. He fell unceremoniously, as if he had been hit full force. One hand clawed at his gut while the other gripped his face and head. He made grunting noises as if struggling against intense pain. Sweat already poured out of him, and his anguished expression gave testament of his excruciating experience.

“Why….? WHY!?” he asked through clenched teeth, as he now curled up on the ground.

It was quite likely that no one understood what he’d just felt. Fortunate for them that their connection to the force was not on par to that of a jedi’s. Nearly five thousand lives were suddenly extinguished, violently decimated out of existence. Their death cries tore through the force not unlike a nuclear event. Searing pain wracked the ex-jedi’s body. He could not hope to stop or contain it, all he could do was ride it out and hope that his constitution was strong enough to sustain him, lest he too perish by dint of his connection. This was something felt both physically and spiritually.

Shaking and trembling, his hand reached out towards the heavens and he seemed to attempted to grasp something unseen.

In the darkness, the weeping rain continued, but now fiery tears began to fall from the heavens as well. Giant spikes of entropic energy roiled through the skies, unseen, consuming the life of the dying and bringing with them a greater tide of suffering and despair with them.

Craci Prime, was finally falling into the graps of Bogan. The long night which suffused the core worlds had finally arrived.


Tag @Bravo, @Vehn, @Master Selkath, @Intervention

 

IC: Kannari Oshi
Spaceport Passenger Terminal, Customs Checkpoint, Craci Prime

Kannari Oshi was tired, hungry and her patience was starting to wear thin as she eyed the Storm Trooper standing in front of her with a pale gold stare. She had spent many days on the civilian transport ship on the way to Craxi Prime, and was feeling worn out and irritable from the long journey. But instead of being allowed to go on her way, she found herself held up at a customs checkpoint and it wasn’t doing her mood any favours.

“For the fourth time, my purpose here is work! I work as bodyguard. My client went through other line!” She exclaimed, frustration evident even in her heavily accented basic as she pointed to the main channel in which human passengers were moving through customs without incident. She pointed with a clawed finger to a portly human gentleman near the middle of the other line “My clients name is Mr Niall. Speak to him, He will confirm”

Her few pieces of luggage and equipment were laid out on an inspection table in front of her, the white armored soldier scrutinizing every item she had brought with her. She indicated with a sweep of her hand, a small pile of documents that were laid out on the table. “Here is contract, Here is security certificate, Here is blaster license, Here are travel papers. What more you need?” She asked as the storm trooper began a visual inspection of her blaster pistol. Kannari resisted the urge to roll her eyes Even a blind womp rat would be able to tell that the safety was on…It seemed that her words just fell on deaf ears as the trooper ignored her question.

Kannari wasn’t the only one going through an ordeal at customs. Many other non-humans had been ushered aside almost immediately after landing on Craxi Prime, each one being searched, scanned and extensively questioned. Whether Quarren, Sullustan, Rodian, Twi’lek, it did not matter. Whether it was a question of who, what, when, where and why, they had no choice but to answer if they did not want to be subjected to arrest and harsh punishment. It was hard being an alien under the imperial regime, being treated with suspicion and called worse than scum. There were troopers placed at intervals along the customs line, a deterrent against anybody who thought about acting out or defying the rules.

The storm trooper placed her blaster back down onto the table and picked up a data-pad, checking the details on screen against her permits and licences though the black tinted visor of his helmet. Wordlessly, he signalled for her to stay put before moving off with the data pad in hand. Kannari sighed. She had not anticipated this much resistance especially since she was working for a human…

She stared daggers at the Storm troopers retreating form. She hated the Imperials, but not only because of the suffering and cruelty they inflicted on aliens. They were the reason she was here. The reason she was working as a struggling free-lance bodyguard who had no choice but to take a job guarding a shady looking salesman whose speciality was selling Durasteel pipes…

She glanced at the other line and caught sight of her client as he was being processed. The man was a sleaze, The day before departure he spent almost all day in a dive bar in Coruscants lower levels, flanked by a scantily clad Twi’lek woman and leggy Zeltron who laughed at his rubbish jokes and knocked back expensive liquor (All on his tab of course…) Apparently he was a big shot businessman out of Corellia, but with his creased up business suit, greasy black and white speckled hair and sleazy demeanor, he appeared more of a chancer than a reputable Business man. She wondered why he thought the need to hire a bodyguard at all. Why anyone would target this Gundarks ass was a mystery even the elders back home couldn’t solve. She felt less like a bodyguard and more like a glorified babysitter at this point. She had started to regret taking the job, but really she had no choice. Clients had been few and far between in the last few months and she needed to make a living…even if it meant putting up with the chancers of the galaxy.

And if she didn’t clear customs soon she was going to lose sight of him.

As she started gathering all her things together, her ears twitched and she looked beyond the secure customs area. A frown creased her brow as she heard what sounded like commotion coming from further inside the terminal building. Looking around, she noticed that a few other aliens in the line were also reacting to the noise, looking around uneasily and murmuring nervously in their native tongues. Her eyes flashed as another distinctive sound caught her ears.

Was that…blaster fire?”


TAG: None as yet

 

IC: Captain Jason Lasso
Streets, Craci Regional General Medical and Surgical Center, near "Downtown"

MUSIC

It all seemed to happen in slow motion now.

"Lets move it! We have a lot of distance to cover!" Jason had remembered calling out in the falling rain to Mahaben. Had remembered turning back to see the resistance fighters overtake the pursing Imperial CompForce Troopers.

And then the hospital. Random explosions of fire and debris shot out from the hospital, as if it was a holo made to be a blockbuster; Lasso was thrown backwards onto his back by one of the larger explosions, his body hitting the water soaked roadway, super heated air flashing over him. He looked to the hospital, saw it's lop-sided condition, it's crumbled surface, it's fires. The screams, the bodies falling from higher floors. It all seemed unreal.

He then heard Mahaben's animal-like cry of pain. Lasso snapped his head around to see the blind Jedi on the ground. Was he hit???!!!

Lasso rushed over to kneel besides the Jedi, "Are you hit?!" Lasso asked yelled so the Jedi could hear him with all the noise and his screams of pain. But the Jedi just screamed in a pain so real, so deep, that it unnerved even Lasso. Jason could feel something was missing in the Force---a lot of somethings were missing---but he didn't know what it was. He couldn't identify what it meant. All he felt was deep sadness, but for what?

Lasso yelled across the street to where Boras and Sydney's forms were still visible, if barely, in the falling rain. "HEY!" Lasso managed, trying to get their attention to help carry the Jedi; Mahaben's screams were soaking into Jason's soul, "HEEEEEEEY!" Lasso managed, barely, as tears started rolling down his face. But for what?

"Shut up," Jason pleaded with the Jedi, "Shut up!" the man's screams were tearing out Lasso's very soul, "I said shu---" Jason stopped as Mahaben managed to reach out towards the heavens; Lasso tracked the Jedi's hand and looked up as fiery specks of debris seemed to fall from the heavens.

The first pieces started to crash into the city in the distance, but then other pieces came, crashing all around them.

"GET UP!" Lasso ordered, but the Jedi seemed frozen in pain as his hand just hung there, reaching out to unloving and cruel heavens, "GET UP DAMN YOU!" Lasso ordered, but the Jedi stayed there, his screams of pain wrenching, turning, tearing Lasso's soul apart. Lasso grabbed the Jedi and with a heave, put him over his shoulder.

Lasso started putting all the strength and speed he could into his legs, running after where he last saw Boras and Sydney. The fiery debris were falling faster now, impacting everywhere----hover cars, buildings, people----no one was safe. Lasso could see people running----and as they ran, debris side-swiping them into death like some sick holo movie.

The trees in the park behind Lasso were suddenly engulfed in flame as debris impacted the park, the heat vaporizing the water on the trees and on the park grass almost instantly, engulfing the park in fire. The resistance fighters and CompForce Troopers were soon engulfed in flame as they fought each other, their screams of burning alive or being torn to bitts by debris or both in most cases so real, being so close to Lasso and Mahaben, as debris impacted them.

Lasso continued on through the intersection as the traffic light went from red to green, a sign that life would still struggle on---even if just mechanical---amidst such fiery destruction from the heavens. Lasso couldn't help but notice a particular large piece---it appeared to be half of a sensor dome, coming their way from high above. The fiery dome debris crashed into a building up ahead that was taller, the impact tearing apart the skyscraper's upper and mid portions and throwing those build's debris to the city below in thunderous noise; the dome kept coming, colliding with another set of buildings just a bit shorter, then burring itself into an apartment complex---which all exploded into an explosion so loud and so terrible that the ground shook like an earthquake and fiery debris shot up into the sky---some blocks away, but parts of the dome had flung off early at the first impact with the skyscraper, sending their fiery remnants everywhere in wild direction.

Lasso continued on, his heart beat faster as he looked up.

A large piece of the fiery dome was here, a fiery tear from the heavens. It crashed into the grounds just meters before Lasso Mahaben, sending up in it's wake debris from the roadway. But as the dome piece hit, it kept coming, kept rolling in destructive fashion...

...right into Mahaben and Lasso.



TAG...???
OOG: Do we survive?

 

IC: R3-S6, 'Sleek'
Somewhere above Craci Prime

Music

Somewhere above the surface of Craci Prime, a small starfighter cut through the cloud layers and the storm clouds. If one were to be looking at this fighter, few would recognize the design. Those few who did would likely laugh and ask who was flying such an antique piece of junk. For the starfighter was an old, nay, ancient Aurek-class Tactical Strikefighter. Something that had been retired nearly a millennium ago.

Of course, things got odder if one noticed there was no one in the cockpit, nor was there an astrodroids dome sticking out of the hull. Yet, the fighter was flying through the sky at a pace few modern craft could match. For, the pilot of this fighter, had realized he could never fit his prized R3 unit in it the way a rebel X-Wing or Y-Wing did. So, in a stroke of brilliance, Sunri Lasca had fitted a new computer to his Aurek, and downloaded the memory core of his droid into it. While its (or 'her' as the droid referred to itself) body was in pieces in the Aureks storage bay, the machine, named Sleek, was able to fly the fighter nonetheless.

And that was what Sleek was doing at this very moment, following at a discrete distance behind a pair of TIE fighters and a distant Caravel that was holding 'her' master. Until the emergency transponder was triggered, nothing more would happen. Or, at least that was the plan.

"Sunri from Live Free, do you copy, over? Is your starfighter still airborne?"

Sleek received the message, and was somewhat curious what it was about. Who was requesting the Long Strider? But the message sounded urgent enough to relay anyway.

"I have received a message. Relaying it now." Sleek sent to 'her' master's comlink, the series of beeps and whistles proceeding the message in question.

Normally, the R3 unit would have awaited a reply before doing anything. That would not work however, when the Aurek's sensor suite registered massive detonations in orbit of Craci Prime. Nor would it work when pieces of what appeared to be a Victory class Star Destroyer began falling all around it!

Quickly recognizing something was wrong, Sleek sent the fighter into a series of turns and dives, swinging around various bits and pieces of hull. Whatever had happened in orbit was bad...

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IC: Sunri Lasca
Hutt Caravel

"Well get in there and find out!"

Judging from that shout, Sunri could tell the Mando was less than happy. Then again, in the little time he had known Taab, Sunri somewhat doubted 'happy' was a word he understood. Either way, it wasn't as easy as that. He had only his pistol, and Taab was asking him to jump down a hatch that may lead to the engine room. Or it may lead to a trap. Neither option was particularly appealing considering the situation. Then again, it was better than suffocating on the hull if they went any higher.

As Sunri was thinking that, the Mando shouted again, "Any progress!?"

Grumbling slightly, the younger man made to reply, before yet another message cut him off. This time it was from Sleek though...and 'she' was relaying another message?

"Sunri from Live Free, do you copy, over? Is your starfighter still airborne?"

That was odd...did they need air cover?

"Sunri here, yes my starfighter is still airborne," he replied.

He would have said more, but he suddenly got a very bad feeling. He couldn't identify it, and it was barely tugging at his mind. But something was terribly wrong. Something confirmed when flaming pieces of debris began to fall down through the sky.

"What the kriff is going on!"

TAG: Sith-I-5 , Heavy Isotope , Bardan_Jusik

 

IC: Mahaben
Craci Streets, near Downtown, Craci Prime

The pain that wracked his body and mind, the screams that tore at his soul, they were subsiding, after what seemed like an eternity…

“…Mahaben…..”

He felt himself regaining his self awareness, his wits. He felt a great sense of relief, since he’d almost lost his sense of self in the cacophony, but now…it felt as if, as if he was being carried.

“…Mahaben…wake up…”

Yes, he was being carried, but by whom? and why? was that a voice? The blind man only managed a groan in response. Whoever was carrying him made almost faltered, but managed to recover their footing. A strange rumbling sound grew in the distance.

“…Mahaben, you have to JUMP. You have to jump now….”

The miraluka turned his head and only saw a luminous aura, a brilliant shape. But the voice, it sounded very familiar. The rumbling sound grew steadily; whoever was carrying him was breathing hard, but wasn’t slowing down.

“ MAHABEN! YOU MUST JUMP NOW, REMEMBER YOUR MISSION!”

“Sodalis!”

Then he saw and heard it all. The gigantic chunk which had been part of a starship’s sensor dome, it was rolling down directly at them. Billowing dust and roiling debris rose in its thundering path. Buildings were smashed like an angry child would its discarded toys. It was almost upon them now, as it blocked the sky from their view.

In an instant, the blind ex-jedi reacted. He called upon his telekinetic mastery and knowledge of the force to perform a desperate feat. His arms wrapped around the Captain’s body and he used Lasso’s running momentum as a spring board. Mahaben held fast to the young mercenary captain, as he flipped over, replacing their positions, then used the force to launch himself as far away as possible in a great single bound.

Behind them, the massive dome fragment was falling, and a massive shockwave of dust and debris billowed forth. Mahaben was airborne. 40 meters, 50 meters, 60 meters, 70…..80.

The roiling ring of debris was catching up.

The captain, he needed to safeguard the captain.

As they began a downward arc, the ex-jedi saw a low building’s rooftop and used what control he could exercise, to launch the captain in that direction. He tried to be as gentle as possible, but the captain would experience a rough landing just the same, because in that instant, Mahaben was engulfed by the fast moving cloud of dust and debris.

The blind jedi had disappeared from from sight, swallowed by the roaring cloud front.

The rain continued to fall, heedless of current events. The dust began to settle and the thunderous crash subsided, but smaller burning fragments were still falling to the surface. There was no doubt that the captain would have suffered some bruising from his ordeal, but at least he lived.

He was separated from his fellow Mercs yet again, and even though he could not see them, even in this mess, the force was strong with them. He might not be able to sense if they were alive, but he could feel that they were not dead.

Somewhere, a blind man was momentarily trapped, but not for long. He coughed due to dust, but still managed to smile despite the fact that he now was completely covered by the stuff. He felt pain in various places, but unlike many others this night, he was still alive.

Alive to make a difference. To help stop the madness. For now, he needed to take a moment to rest.

“Sodalis…thank you.”

Tag: @Intervention ( and anyone else )


Crazy stuff Bravo, crazy stuff.

 

IC: Captain Lanie MacFarland (nrc), TIE, Commander Yavscout, Governor Audit, space over Craci Prime, skies of Craci Prime, UIS Mines, Imperial Garrison


Captain MacFarland was a human among rodians, conducting unsavoury business aboard the dull grey Bulwark-class cruiser, Dep S, trying its best to keep a low profile as it awaited the caravel that within the next few moment, would lurch out of the planet's atmosphere, for them to collect its prize.

"Captain! Multiple warheads coming over the curvature of the planet, emanating from the northern polar regions. Sensor tracks put them on a heading to reach the Authority Star Destroyers."

MacFarland whirled from where he had been talking with one of the senior rodians. "ComScan?"

"SD's are broadcasting distress calls, and both they and the Imperial ships are attempting to shoot down the missiles."

MacFarland was a spacer, the CSA crewers out there on the endangered ships were spacers; it wasn't even a fragging decision. "Shields up. Battle Stations. All guns fire upon those missiles."

The alien behind him, more concerned with the Big Picture than running the vessel, protested that this was none of their concern.

"Shut the drokk up. Sir." MacFarland turned to watch scarlet energy blasts strike out from his ship toward several of the pointed cylinders. They were making hits, he could see, but there were far less explosions lighting up the night sky than he would have expected.

"Captain, several of them are shielded, and some are evading our fire."

"Oh, this is not going to be good!"

"Blast shields!" The captain ordered, barely in time, opaque durasteel sheets dropping down over the transparisteel window ports as the CSA VicStars detonated, blinding white light momentarily penetrating through the shrinking horizontal view before the panels clunked into place.

Alarms bellowed, lights flickered, and the ship bucked and shuddered as the first shock wave hit them.

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TIE Fighter

EK-4251 caught the sensor echo on his compact craft's SFS c-3.8 systems out the periphery of his black helmet, reaching over to run it through the database.

"Hello, hello, we've got company. Aurek-class starfighter on our six. I'm gonna fall back to get a visual. You stick with the yacht."

"Copy that."

EK fluttered his ion engines, doing the the baffles over the thrusters to slow his craft, quickly seeing his fellow TIE continue ahead of him, basically following the caravel to see where it was heading.

Their orders were not really to bother anything as long as it didn't try to leave the atmosphere, which would then breach the Imperial blockade.

Alarms, both energy readings, and proximity, sounded within the cockpit.

A chunk of fiery wreckage, swiped the lead TIE out of existence before EK's shocked gaze, taking it out of sight, and the pilot could now see burning lines of wreckage falling out of the sky above them.

* * * *
UIS Mines

Yavscout materialised near to the catering truck, to applause from the gathered kids, and medics, which he had to ignore while trying to disentangle himself from the driver who suddenly seemed to be all hands.

"Despite you not being a schoolkid," the man gushed, "you can ride on my school bus any time."

"Thanks. I'll hold you to that," Yav warned, ungrouping, stepping back, and slapping the man's hands aside. "Hope you don't mind adding 'accessory' to your list of jobs." He could just see Lasso bringing them back here for a bank job, and asking about getaway drivers.

The elf frowned as several people started doing I'm-a-little-teapot impressions, their spout arm pointing up into the sky.

Eventually it occurred to him to that they might be pointing at something, and he turned to look up that way, seeing meteors plummeting out the sky on trails of fire and smoke.

"What in the Original Light is going on, on this fething planet?"

"I have no idea," Bus Driver replied. "This has been a really bad fragging day."

"I-I need to check on my team." Worried for the rest of the Mercs, the elf jogged towards the taped yellow barriers, and the crowd of onlookers beyond it, remembering that that was where Atin's transport was.

* * * *
Imperial Garrison control room

"Holy sith," Greg reported in shock, "all three VicStars were just destroyed. Medium range sensors paint wreckage from the nearest one falling into the atmosphere."

"Inform the turbolaser crews, ignore the rebels; protect the city. Target that stuff coming down." Audit ordered.

"Yes, Governor. Turbolasers at the spaceport have already started."

Tag: Imperials in orbit, Sunri and Sleek, Taab, Atin, Masha

 

IC: Mary Formal, Ulrike, Dock 17, Craci Prime Spaceport
Location: Craci Prime Imperial-class spaceport


Nurse Ulrike righted herself, and, barely able to see over the white petticoats brushing her face, used her hands to budge herself over the lip of the floor towards the open door, while Mary ungainly climbed over her, giving her too close a view of the other's figure-hugging yellow silk dress with thigh-high slit partially concealing the black straps for her E-11.

Mary had the lift hatch in the landing foil open by time Ulrike joined her, and had gotten through to at least one of their fellow Mercs, for she could hear his voice coming from the other’s med-pouch: "Sunri here, yes my starfighter is still airborne,"

The lift sealed and ascended fast, Mary handing her shopping bag off to Ulrike, and responding. “Copy that, Sunri. Stand by, we may have a location for you to head to in a few moments.”

“Lawrence and 25th.”

“Sunri, we think Lead wants your fighter at the corner of Lawrence and 25th, near to the Craci Regional Medical Centre. Live Free out.”

The lift door slid open, both stepping into the Luck’s Gamble proper, and steering left towards the cockpit, where lights were flashing, and audible alarms were warbling at a low volume.

Mary was touched by the apparent greeting, “Aw, it’s like coming home to a dog. Whatever happens, something is always pleased to see you.”

Ulrike dumped the bag into the navigator chair, and stepped forward to fall into one of the pilot chairs. “You’re worse than that Crewman Hart, sometimes. The ‘Gamble’s not flashing us because it likes us, it’s doing this to tell us about something. And that something is-” She paused to check the readouts. “-it’s raining star destroyers.”

Mary chuckled and shook her head as she took the other pilot chair. “I used to think raining cats and dogs was an exaggeration.” She started flicking toggles with her good hand to start bringing the flight systems online.

Outside, a fiery meteor plummeted into a Gallofree Yards freighter, boxy cargo…boxes skittering across out of sight in the darkness.

“No exaggeration, Daughter. Dorsal shields, now!”

Mary brought up the shields, eyes widening at the realisation. Again?. This wasn’t her first rodeo in the bits of ship falling out of the sky, game. Same sith had happened on Port Haven.

Her eyes fell on the altimeter. “Oh, hang on. Getting an odd reading; we’re losing altitude. And we are still parked.”

Ulrike stood from her seat for a look out the window. Both the altimeter and Mary were right, the docking platform was sinking steadily into the ground, and she could see the same happening to other parked ships. They were dropping into anti-concussion bunkers.

Imperial-class spaceports were not just spaceports with prefixed with Imperial-class. There were…amenities.

She dropped back down. “Forget pre-flight; we need to launch NOW. Activate repulsors, give us some height.”

“Copy.” Mary kicked in the surface effect systems, the view outside rocking slightly as they rose off the platform. The hum of the engines grew in power.

The nurse got on the commo-board, transmitting to all Merc comlinks. “Imotep here. Warning. Star destroyer wreckage entering atmosphere over Craci spaceport. Find shelter. If you have arranged for a pickup, we are on the way.”

****
Meanwhile, back at the spaceport passenger terminal

Several stormtroopers and Connor Harrison had torn out after the two miscreants, leaving the tourists and staff to slowly recover their senses, getting up to hands and knees, cautiously looking around for sign of more trouble.

A quartet of brown-uniformed Espos moved into the atrium, providing a reassuring presence, at least to the newcomers who hadn’t met them before.

The pharmacy assistants, once assured that everything had calmed, trotted down the stairs and started to diligently gather up the discarded medical supplies.

They had been paid for, after all, and the customer might just come back for them.

Both Zabrak and Zeltron paused and looked up as a two-tone warning klaxon echoed through the three-storey building.

Civilians and Espos alike, likewise paused to listen to the authoritative voices that now blared from discrete loud-hailers.

PLEASE DO NOT BE ALARMED. SPACE DEBRIS IS FALLING INTO THIS QUADRANT-

You know, that is still fairly alarming, pointed out the voice of someone in the same room as the first speaker.

Shh! This is going out now.

Oh sith, I thought this was the read-thru.

Shuttup-shuttup-shuttup!

I’ll be quiet. Go on tell them. They won’t know I’m here. From ‘space debris’-

Hey, who are you?!

FOR THE COLONEL!!

The sound of two blaster shots echoed loudly through the terminal, followed by the sound of two meaty thumps.

Some passengers, suspecting audio entertainment, clapped appreciatively, whilst others mouthed the word ‘colonel’ at each other.

An Espo signalled deftly to two of the others, who in turn rushed off.

* * * *
Luck’s Gamble

The Citadel-class cruiser had overflown the concentric rings of the spaceport, and was now over the main roadway splitting the fields of Ebla grain, the left side dark, while the right one had been set alight by the fiery dome that they had tentatively identified as an LF9 ion engine that had smacked into it.

The few TIE fighters that were already patrolling, could be seen, ahead, above, and to the left and right of the speeding craft, attempting to shoot the artificial meteors either to vaporise them, or to break them into smaller pieces.

Inside the cockpit, Ulrike was on the comm to someone in authority. “We are actually on a rescue and retrieval mission, ourselves.”

“Copy that. Consider yourself free to go weapons hot, Luck’s Gamble.”

The nurse glanced aside at Mary, who banked the craft in the direction of the tall cloudscraper that was the Craci Regional Medical Centre

“Ooookay,” She broadcast warily.

“We need all the help we can get, shooting this stuff, and you are one of the few craft that are airborne.”

“Okay, we will see what we can do after our pickup. Luck’s Gamble out.”

The countryside look began to give way to ferrocreted road and pedways.

Looking out the windows, Ulrike could see by the way the slightly burning hospital hospital loomed above them, that they were close to the rendezvous point.

“We at Lawrence and 25th yet?” She asked.

“It’s not easy looking out for street signs while dodging these nest-fraggers.” Mary retorted tightly, jinking the craft to port to avoid something which fell past them to pancake an abandoned Patrol Airskimmer.

“Hold here. Let me call Lead.” Ulrike hit [transmit] on the commo-board as the craft slowed, hovering gently twenty metres above the chaotic streets. There was no sign yet of the large car park that Lasso had mentioned. “Quagmire from Imotep, we should be near your location; can you see us? Over.”

“And where in Hapes is Sunri’s fighter?”

Tag: Kannari Oshi, Lasso, Vehn, Mahaben, Boras

 

IC: Beskaryc Taab
Hutt Caravel, sky above Craci Prime

"What the kriff is going on!"

Taab glanced around at falling debris. "It means someone is having an even worse day than we are," he grunted in reply, unsure, and uncaring, if Sunri heard him. Another piece of falling wreckage exploded nearby sending bits of razor sharp shrapnel zinging past the exposed deck of the caravel.

*PING*

A sliver the size of warra nut glanced off of Taab's bucket. Shab. He glanced back to where the pilot was still outside of the aft hatch, exposed. If he got hit by any of this debris then it was going to be light out for the new Merc.

Shab.

Taab abandoned his examination of the access panel and extinguished his lightsaber. Clipping it to his belt he stood up and quickly made his way aft to where Sunri was still watching the scene incredulously. Peering into the darkness of the hatch Taab was fairly certain (well he felt there was a chance anyway) that this led to the engine room. Reaching up he pushed on Sunri's face now, forcing him back down into the open hatchway. "Into the engine room flyboy."

As Sunri fell to the deck on the interior of the hatch, Taab leaned in and closed the hatchway behind him. It further separated the group, with Masha in the airlock (or possibly taken elsewhere from there), Sunri on his way to the engine room (hopefully) and Taab still out on deck but Taab didn't have a choice. the soft skinned Sunri would have been cut to ribbons eventually. The Caravel continued its arc upwards into the sky and the atmosphere grew colder and less dense. Yeah, Taab checked the seals on his armor ensuring he had breathable atmo, cut to ribbons or worse.

TAG: Heavy Isotope, Skywalker_T-65, Sith-I-5

OOC: The forced relocation of Sunri (Skywalker's character) was approved of by GM via PM.

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IC: Atin Taab
Near the UIS Mines, 12 klicks outside of Craci prime spaceport.

Atin had just finished sending his message out for the third time with no response when a loud booming could be heard coming from the sky. "Now what?" he muttered to himself. This was turning out to be a very strange day, even for a mercenary. He flung the door of the speeder van open and got out, looking up into the sky to see the trail of burning debris crashing down towards the city and beyond. "What the..." he left the rest of the thought unsaid. He didn't know whether this was the result of the "invasion" that he had been told about or if something else was now ongoing, but what he was certain of was that he ahd Yav had to get back to the rest of the Mercs, quickly. He though he could see the elf moving towards him now, beyond the yellow tape. "C'mon boss let's go!"

TAG: Sith-I-5

 

IC: Captain Jason Lasso
Streets, Craci Regional General Medical and Surgical Center, near "Downtown"


Lasso collected himself off of the roof, feeling the aches and pains of a very unplanned drop. The air was still thick with the remnants of a very heavy debris and dust invasion; but as the dust cleared from the sky, Lasso could start to see the nearby lights on buildings go from a dark stained color in the debris storm to a brighter yellow as the air cleared out. Lasso looked around. Where was Mahaben? Lasso grabbed his comm, "Quagmire to Blind Man, how do you copy, over? What is your location?"

As Lasso looked around from his new vantage point, he couldn't spot Boras or Sydney directly either, so he used his comlink again, using the code words he could at least remember, even if they weren't the real call-signs, "Quagmire to Medic and Hanger Chief. How do you copy, over? What is your location?"

Just then Lasso's comlink beeped for attention; Lasso was hoping it was one of his immediate group, but it was their rescue party, “Quagmire from Imotep, we should be near your location; can you see us? Over.”

Lasso looked around, "Quagmire here. Negative Imotep," Lasso caught the green laser fire of two TIEs off in the distant, then saw another object flying past them, the Luck's Gamble, "Correction Imotep. I see you. I am...roughly three blocks South East of your flight path, on a rooftop. Currently, the group is scattered. Attempting to locate them, now. Beware of of a heavy Imperial presence in the area near the hospital. Quagmire out."

Lasso continued to look around, trying to spot the group and waiting for their comm calls back; the falling debris was starting to thin out, but sizable chunks were still falling. The local garrison base's turbolasers could be seen far off in the distance pounding away at the falling debris, as was the spaceport's own defensive systems. TIEs were swarming around, using their powerful lasers to reduce larger chunks into small chunks. While debris still impacted the city all around, it seemed----at least for the immediate future---any sizable chunks were being avoided.



TAG Sith-I-5, @Vehn, @Mahaben, @Boras

 

IC: Imperial Stormtroopers
Imperial Governor's Palace / Garrison Base, Craci Prime, Craci System


The Imperial Stormtrooper could hear the other loud and clear, "Roger! Stand back from the walls and doors! We're going to be shape charging an explosive to get you out!"

The Stormtrooper nodded to one of the Stormtroopers with him; being a "rescue" team, they had one Stormtrooper come equipped with a medic pack, while the other came equipped with a general supply pack of equipment needed for various tasks. One of those tasks was blowing a door at this moment. The walls would be too strong in a base, at least these ones were. The door was the weak point. If having to use an explosive was considered a "weak point".

The Stormtrooper with the equipment pack had the charge on it and nodded once clear.

"Stand back!" The Sergeant yelled loud enough for the others to hear on the other side; while not a blast charge for forced entry into an armed complex, the shaped charge was powerful to send to injury someone directly on the other side of the blast. It was designed and used specify for rescue missions, so had safety in mind for all involved.

The digital readout went to zero and a small, audible POP! and hiss following could be heard. Then a small piece of door roughly the size of a large pizza dropped backwards into the conference room. Now the room was exposed to the outside for communication and the lock that kept the door sealed was now gone. The two Stormtroopers with the Sergeant pulled the door halves apart as the Sergeant leveled his E-11 into the room and entered, seeing three aliens.

"The BoSS crew, correct?" the Sergeant asked.


TAG Mitth_Fisto, greyjedi125

 

IC: Sydney Ayres
Streets, CSA

Sydney knew the fall-out from a space battle when he saw one. He'd also known that it was safest to stay away from any existing structures after Lasso and the ground team had gone through one gauntlet after another. His leg was killing him. He'd never had this much pain before. Something was wrong here. He'd have to get it looked at when and if he ever saw a doctor again.

He looked up toward the burning heavens. Recognized the pieces of the Vic-Stars with a saddened expression on his face. They were the ugly brethren of the more well known Venators. Nobody had really given them much credit in the time of the Clone Wars but he'd heard they were serviceable. Well, Sydney knew they were serviceable. He'd had to work on a few in dry-dock during his time. But then again, Ayres couldn't remember a big vessel that he hadn't crawled around in at some point or another. Still, he found the Vic-Star's appearance to be soothing, inviting, reminiscent of a time long gone. Whatever had happened to them, well, it hadn't been enjoyable.

He hobbled left and right across the street as massive pieces of burning hulk crashed all around him. Somehow, someway, he survived unscathed, but he'd lost the Selkath. Boras had been right next to him. He was probably squished fish somewhere which was too bad as Sydney was starting to grow quite fond of his peculiar scent. Maybe one day he'd take a trip to Manaan. Smell that smell, breathe in the salty sea air, relax with a mai tai on the beach.

A piece of the shield generator exploded not too far from him. The shockwave knocked him on his back. At least the blast got him off his feet. That was good, right?

Yeah, Syd, take a vacation later. When you've earned the time, Ayres thought as the smoke and dust from the debris lingered in the air, thick ,heavy, like fog over the rivers back home.

Sydney struggled to his feet and trudged forward, through the smoke, through the haze. He looked at his com-link. Broken. A smoldering piece of shrapnel jutting out from the receiver and large enough to ruin someone's day. His day.

He wasn't sure which direction he needed to head in. Wasn't sure about much of anything now.

He saw a figure up ahead. Someone speaking into a comlink. It was Lasso.

He placed a dirty hand on Lasso's shoulder and said, "Hangar Chief reporting for duty, sir."

Maker, he felt tired. What a day it had been.

Tag:Bravo

 

IC: Imperial Stormtrooper Lieutenant
Imperial Governor's Palace / Garrison Base, Craci Prime, Craci System


"Actually, your plan to evac to orbit is sounding more palatable, Lieutenant. We just need to swing by the UIS Mines twelve klicks out of town to rendezvous with my little girl."

"Yes, sir. We should leave now, then Governor," the Lieutenant just wanted to get this op completed. He hated politicians more then he hated Rebels.

But then all hell broke loose.

"Holy sith," Greg reported in shock, "all three VicStars were just destroyed. Medium range sensors paint wreckage from the nearest one falling into the atmosphere."

"Inform the turbolaser crews, ignore the rebels; protect the city. Target that stuff coming down." Audit ordered.

"Yes, Governor. Turbolasers at the spaceport have already started."

While the Lieutenant was, indeed, awed by this new development, he still had a job to do.

"There on the top administration levels! Their on the top administration levels!" Blasted a frantic and hurried comm call.

Top administration levels? That was here!!!

The Lieutenant walked briskly into the corridor and looked in the direction that lead to the adminiration levels below control room. There was a sudden exchange of blaster fire the level below where a flight of stairs lead. Then a scream, coming closer and closer and closer.

The Lieutenant grabbed one of the garrison base's Stormtroopers by the shoulder and pointed with his free hand at the crazy man running their direction, "Fire trooper! Fire!"

The second Stormtrooper behind the Lieutenant shoved the LT out of the way---which the Lieutenant was thankful for a forward thinking trooper---and the two sentries blasted the man with their E-11s. But the man kept coming! Finally the Lieutenant grabbed his own E-11 from his own holster and blasted the man with a single shot to the head. The man fell face first, his body riddled to the point of shreds. And when he did, the Lieutenant's eyes went wide at what he saw on the man's back: explosives!

"FIRE IN THE HOLE!" the Lieutenant barked as he turned and jumped sideways into the control room, the blast doors sealing the control room off just inches behind him. Through the blast doors, the Lieutenant could hear the muffled explosion, the blast door itself expanding inward into the control room a bit.

"Control room!" the Lieutenant barked, "You get every soldier you have free from defensive duties protecting this area! NOW!" the Lieutenant shoved on his Stormtrooper helmet, looking at his two fellow Stormtroopers who nodded at the data retrieval process and then the Lieutenant grabbed the Governor by the arm, "We leave now Governor. Your rank and privilege be damned with all due respect."

There would be no way out those blast doors now, not with the deformed metal. But these control rooms always had a back way to the roof top in case of an emergency. The control room would be the logical place for a last stand in a garrison base, so someone had thought ahead to put a hidden emergency stairway to the roof for VIPs. Only Retrieval Teams like the Lieutenant's---and VIPs like the Governor----ever knew about the access ways.

The Lieutenant ordered one of his troopers to act as point man with all the chaos as he followed with the Governor and the Lieutenant's last man covering the rear.

"Sergeant Major," the Lieutenant called out over the comm system, "We are headed up the back emergency set of stairs. Be ready to dust off immediately."

"Copy, Lieutenant," came the Sergeant Major's rough voice over the sound of blaster fire, "Roof top is secured. We are still engaging hostiles on roof tops in the distance."

"Copy. Silence those hostiles before we reach the roof."

"Copy, Lieutenant."

By the time the Lieutenant reached the roof top, his lead Stormtrooper waving him forward with the all clear, two TIE Advances' were already arching up and away, flames on distance roof tops. Good, the Sergeant Major had secured the enemy rooftops.

Ahead, the platoon was already in a defensive formation around the Sentinel, with the garrison's troops still standing over their watch positions on the rooftop. The rest of the Lieutenant's platoon---which had come with him to secure the Governor---was making a B line to the Sentinel from the far side of the roof with the Governor's family from where the Lieutenant would have normally came from.

"Sergeant Major," the Lieutenant said, "Excellent work."

"Thank you, sir!"

"Get the boys secured it, we have a Governor's daughter to go save."

"Copy that sir!" the Sergeant Major said, turning to the Stormtroopers, "Back to the boat!"

The Stormtroopers excellently fell back after the Governor's family was through their defensive screen and on the landing craft. The Sergeant Major was the last one on, watching below from the landing ramp as the Sentinel started lifting off. Off in the distance, downtown Craci Prime, with the wrecked hospital in the distance, was burning in multiple places; some whole blocks were engulfed, while other parts of the city were completely unharmed. All around, debris still fell, although it seemed it was slowing. It was like a war zone.

And it had only taken a few hours.

The Sergeant Major stepped in closer into the landing craft as the landing ramp closed. Soon, the base shield was lowered for a moment to allow the Sentinel access through, then raised back up once the landing craft sped through.

Soon, a pair of TIE Advances lowered into position behind the landing craft as the Stormtroopers sped towards a burning crater.

The Lieutenant took off his helmet as he slouched back into his jump seat in the Sentinel.

Almost home.


TAG Sith-I-5

 

IC: R3-S6 'Sleek'
Above Craci Prime

Sleek was an advanced droid. The R3 series was arguably the most advanced astro-droid available, more so than their R2 predecessor or the cheaper R4/R5 series that succeeded them. All that being said, she was not a fighter pilot. So the flaming debris sometimes got far too close for comfort. It didn't help that one of the TIE fighters had curved back around, evidently having noticed the Aurek currently shadowing it. Of course, the fact that the other TIE got knocked from the sky by a piece of VicStar meant that Sleek could escape if needed.

Speaking of which...

“Sunri, we think Lead wants your fighter at the corner of Lawrence and 25th, near to the Craci Regional Medical Centre. Live Free out.”

Sleek tried to contact her master, but for whatever reason the R3 unit couldn't connect to Sunri's comlink. This is where the more independent thinking came in...Sunri had orders that if the situation called for it, Sleek could make her own decisions on using the fighter. And right now, flaming debris aside, it was not going to be possible to get Sunri off that Caravel. It was getting too high up.

That left one option...and thus, Sleek curved the Aurek around and flared its powerful engines. Ancient it may be, the Aurek was a good bit faster than a TIE fighter, and if one tossed in the loss of the wingman and the still-falling debris, it was possible the TIE wouldn't even notice the fighter vanishing.

Hopefully.

(OOC: Believe it or not, an Aurek is 200 km/h or so faster than a basic TIE fighter. Ancient it is, but it is fast)

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IC: Sunri Lasca
Hutt Caravel

In retrospect, Sunri thought as he fell down the dark hatch, maybe staring at falling debris with a Mando for company wasn't the best idea. The last thing he heard before falling down the aforementioned hatch was simple.

"Into the engine room flyboy."

Simple, but...

*CLANG*

"OWWWWWW!!!!"

...not exactly fun. Thankfully it was a rather short fall, but even so, Sunri was holding his head and trying to avoid falling over as the room spun around him. That was going to hurt in the morning, assuming he ever got off this Force-forsaken Caravel. Speaking of which, the question now was: where was he? Emergency lights provided some illumination, but not much. And with only his pistol on him, Sunri didn't have a flashlight to light things up either.

That being said, as his eyes adjusted to the dark (and his throbbing head) the pilot noticed signs in Huttesse and Aurebesh. The former he couldn't read, the latter was very helpful. It seemed this was a path to the engine room after all. Still...he drew his pistol and walked cautiously down the hall. Force only knew what was down here...

TAG: Sith-I-5 , Bardan_Jusik , Heavy Isotope

 

IC: Havah Jeth / Tiaca
Imperial Governor's Palace / Garrison Base, Craci Prime, Craci System

Seeing Winterkill go about buying them time he almost shrugged before he remember his wounds, will he remembered as he felt the searing agony of trying to move his shoulders. Placing his left hand to hover over the wound he steadied himself before switching from hanging off of Tiaca to merely standing next to her with a hand loosely on her shoulder. Of course by then the Stormtroopers appeared to be in a hurry as they told them they were going to blast the door.

Life was not going well. Still, carefully stepping back he and Tiaca moved against one side of the room and he jerked his head for Winterkill to move quickly. Either there or here he didn't really care. Still one the door was breached and it was indeed Stormtroopers that entered Havah had a moment of both relief and sadness. He had almost hoped it was a ruse. Sadly it wasn't.

Squeezing Tiaca's shoulder to silence her Havah nodded. "Yes, and I believe we were headed to Hanger Bay three, unless we need to evacuate now? In which case that still sounds preferable if it is not on this level."

TAG: greyjedi125, Bravo, Sith-I-5, @intervention

 

IC: Imperial Stormtroopers
Imperial Governor's Palace / Garrison Base, Craci Prime, Craci System


Squeezing Tiaca's shoulder to silence her Havah nodded. "Yes, and I believe we were headed to Hanger Bay three, unless we need to evacuate now? In which case that still sounds preferable if it is not on this level."

Just then a general alert for all free units to head to the upper admistratation levels was sounded. Which meant the enemy had got that far, which also meant the hangers were inaccessible now.

"I'm sorry sirs," the Stormtrooper said after a moment of listening to the comm traffic, "But the upper levels are under enemy threat. Being civilians, I'll have to request all of you to come with my squad. We'll escort you to the emergency bunkers for the duration of this emergency. This way, please?"


TAG Mitth_Fisto, greyjedi125

 

IC: Captain Jason Lasso
Streets, Craci Regional General Medical and Surgical Center, near "Downtown"

He placed a dirty hand on Lasso's shoulder and said, "Hangar Chief reporting for duty, sir."

Lasso turned to the voice, smiling, "Hanger Chief, welcome back," Lasso's forehead wrinkled a bit, "Where is Boras?"


TAG Vehn, greyjedi125, Master Selkath

 

IC: Commander Yavscout, UIS Mines
Location: Craci Prime


There were some huggy people among the crowd that the elf pushed through to join up with Atin, people whose kids he'd saved, or general fans, but he managed to get through without resorting to wrist throws and roundhouse kicks, or even his Area Effect (AE) Whirling Wind spell.

Yav saw the front of the white speeder van below him, and ran down the hill to see the younger Mandalorian in the driver cab.

Beyond the vehicle, over the main township and the spaceport, those glowing pillars of vapour and flame bearing down from the heavens looked closer to the surface, and there were glows of fires silhouetting various rooftops, showing that stuff had already landed.

It looked like a war zone.

"C'mon boss let's go!" Atin's voice called out to him.

Yavscout aimed for the empty side, opened the door, and climbed in, realising as he felt the soft black synthleather under him, this was his first chance sitting down since before interceding more decisively in the rescue operation.

He looked across into the Mando's T-visor. "Turn us around and get us out of here. I want to be able to get a clean signal to call the others."

Tag: Atin

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IC: TIE fighter, Hutt Caravel


The pilot of the remaining TIE fighter continued following the ascending Caravel, and could see glimpses of stars above it that told him it was finally rising out of the rain clouds, and continuing to go straight up.

It was definitely going to be leaving the atmosphere, followed by the Aurek starfighter.

EK-4251 had seen enough death with the sudden loss of his wingman, but he had his orders. He powered up his own lasers, ready to take the fighter, then the caravel.

Under his helmet, he raised an eyebrow as the snubship slid out of his sights, banking to the left and diving back into the atmosphere.

He continued after the caravel, but kept an eye on his short-range scopes for some sign that the Aurek was going to try to come back at him. It seemed to be uninterested in him, however, which was fine by him.

"EK-4251 to Darkest Night, I've lost FD-8009 to some sort of debris falling out of the sky, but I'm okay. Preparing to engage a craft trying to break the blockade."

"Understood. We have you on our scopes. Be advised, Authority SDs came under attack by forces unknown, and were destroyed with all hands. You and your tango will be flying into their wreckage if you maintain your course."

"Copy, Darkest Night. Thank you for the heads up." EK did not ask if he should continue the pursuit. There was nothing to ask, and up ahead, the caravel was now out of the atmosphere, on a direct course with a debris field where he could clearly see the burning pieces that still had fuel or atmo to burn, while his forward sensors showed several more pieces that he could not see himself, dark and nigh-on invisible against the night sky.

EK depressed the thumb triggers on his control yoke, walking his twin inverted V of lime-green laser fire over the fleeing craft, disintegrating a piece of debris, then striking the huge steering vane that arced over the vessel's aft section.

The craft visible shuddered, which brought a smile to EK's lips. He readied himself for another shot.

* * * *
Caravel interior - Main salon

As still as the inside of an un-used escape pod till now, things started to happen.

With an audible hiss, the nerve agent was extracted back into the walls, while the air, laced with antidote began to circulate with enough force waft Masha's red hair over her face.

A wall partition slid aside, and the limbless torso of a green plastic mannikin, female rodian variety, floated out into the centre of the room, clothed in the slave girl metal and fabric bikini costume, the front and back skirt panels in almost transparent pink silk, brushing over the deck.

Upon waking, it was fairly unlikely that the Merc would miss it, as the mannikin came to a halt to the left of her head.

Though soundproofed against whatever was going on outside, the floor upon which the Merc lay shook under her, rolling her slightly in response to the shot from the TIE fighter.

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Caravel interior - Engine room

The hallway that Sunri found himself, would open up into a round chamber with perfectly smooth sides, the centre dominated by a barrel-like black cylinder with glowing blue vertical lines.

This was the vessel's power plant, though that might not be immediately obvious. The ridged surface would be warm to the touch, but not uncomfortably so.

The chamber and hallway's main lighting conduit had been disabled by the Mando's earlier tampering, meaning that now, the glowing lines provided the only, meagre, illumination.

Although soundproofed against whatever was going on outside, the place shook momentarily in response to the shot from the TIE fighter.

Tag: Masha, Taab, Skywalker

 

IC: Sergeant Major, BS-1118 "Animal"
Emergency Department, Craci Regional General Medical and Surgical Center, Craci Prime


He and his men were reloading and rearming. His squad was brought up to full strength by the addition of other Stormtroopers from the platoon (handpicked personally by the Sergeant Major), while 2 squads under CompForce were being attached to them for support (for a total of 24 soldiers in all); the CompForce Troopers didn't need to be guarding the hospital as much to prevent an escape, more so now to defend the hospital from these crazy "For the Colonel!" resistance fighters.. And the Stormtroopers were being equipped for heavy combat. Except for Animal (and three other Stormtroopers), who already had his T-21 power generator to carry, all of the troopers in his squad carried a backpack that included: 1 Ration Pack, 3 Ration Bars, 3 water packs of fresh drinking water, 1 Water JugFilter, Stimpills, 1 Medpac, 1 Survival Tool, 1 Survival Knife, 1 DuraShelter, 1 Glowrod, 1 Torch (with a box of matches for various purposes), 1 Fire Rod, 1 Fire Paste tube, 2 Flare Sticks, 1 grappling hook, 1 Blaster Repair Kit, and spare energy packs and other ammo for their weapons. While some of the CompForce Troopers laughed at all the "survival equipment," Animal knew his order to the Stormtroopers' holding pattern Sentinel to drop the backpacks and other equipment to them was for a reason. It was clear: they were going hunting and could be detached from support units for some time and would have to rely on each other. If the CompForce Troopers didn't want to come prepared, that was their business; but Animal was going to have his men equipped and ready for all possibilities. Especially after how today had gone already.


Command; Sergeant Major BS-1118 "Animal"

• T-21 Light Repeating Blaster (primary)
• E-11 Blaster Rifle (secondary; belt holster)
• 8-Gauge Shotgun (side power generator mount)
• SE-14r Light Repeating Blaster (sidearm)
• 1 continuous-feed power generator backpack (for the T-21; no backpack like other Stormtroopers in the squad)

Line (Second-in-Command); Sergeant BS-1119

• RT-97C Heavy Blaster Rifle (primary)
• E-11 Blaster Rifle (secondary; belt holster)
• SE-14r Light Repeating Blaster (sidearm)
• 1 backpack

Battlefield Engineer (Third in Command); promoted in field at Craci Hospital after casualties: Corporal BS-1116

• DLT-19 Heavy Blaster Rifle (primary)
• Relby-v10 Micro Grenade Launcher (secondary; side backpack mount)
• SE-14r Light Repeating Blaster (sidearm)
• 1 Battlefield Engineer backpack

Communications; Trooper BS-1145

• E-11 Blaster Rifle (primary)
• SE-14r Light Repeating Blaster (sidearm)
• 1 OmniNode communications set (no backpack)

Stormmedic; Corporal BS-1123

• E-11 Blaster Rifle (primary)
• SE-14r Light Repeating Blaster (sidearm)
• 1 Medkit

Heavy Weapons; Trooper BS-1137

• HH-15 Projectile Launcher (primary; 7 missiles, one fire capability)
• E-11 Blaster Rifle (secondary; belt holster)
• SE-14r Light Repeating Blaster (sidearm)
• 1 backpack (2 extra missiles attached to the backpack's sides)

Line; Trooper BS-1138

• DLT-20A Blaster Rifle (primary)
• E-11 Blaster Rifle (secondary; belt holster)
• SE-14r Light Repeating Blaster (sidearm)
• 1 backpack

Line; Trooper BS-1122

• DLT-19 Heavy Blaster Rifle (primary)
• E-11 Blaster Rifle (secondary; belt holster)
• SE-14r Light Repeating Blaster (sidearm)
• 1 backpack

The CompForce Troopers were loosely equipped with the basics and were equipped with 5 Line troopers per squad with E-11 Blaster Rifles and a sidearm blaster pistol, while the last three were equipped with (the Sergeant) a DLT-19 Heavy Blaster Rifle and the last two with a T-21 Light Repeating Blaster and DLT-20A Blaster Rifle respectfully (all had sidearm blaster pistols as well). A Staff Sergeant was the highest ranking Sergeant from all 3 CompForce squads and presented the "overall" second-in-command to the operation. Although in reality, Animal thought him little more then cannon fodder he would gladly get rid of as soon as possible to avoid the Imperial spy from reporting anything back to his superiors of "loyalty" concerns. Sithing paranoid idiots. The CompForce squads didn't come with a dedicated medic, communications specialist, or engineering specialist. Idiots. No wonder they never lasted long in the field...and no wonder the ones who did last, were amazingly good at what they did in combat.

Animal waited for the Lieutenant to give him and his men their orders...


TBC

 

IC: Masha Tinovorsh
Hutt Caravel, Back in Action!

The hiss of the vacuum systems cycling the air and antidote to wake Masha had started up.

Slowly opening her eyes to the bright lights of the grey room Masha lay on her side, her hair in her face, she tried to move as the floor and walls slowly came into focus. Her limbs still a bit uncoordinated, what happened... she thought. A small, but silent, rumble through the decks shook her and she rolled further from laying on her side to nearly laying on her stomach. Her hands flat on the deck, she brought her legs up and pushed herself to her knees and sitting back on her feet, her head was still foggy. Resting her right hand on her leg for support and rubbed her forehead with her left hand. Taking a few deep breaths, she felt better quickly, still not sure of what happened. Trying to remember... Low Night's Bar, brix... I didn't drink that much... Did I? She thought, her eyes squinting at the floor, trying to remember.

Music... Taxi... Dock 29... Masha thought, Dock 29, Hutt Caravel... Damn barkeep. That's it, she thought, concluding she was still on the Caravel. Running her fingers through her hair along the side of her head to get the hair out of her eyes she gently stood up and noticed something... Exactly what it looked like, filthy Hutts.

Not going to happen... she thought, a surge of anger growing in the pit of her stomach. Staring at the slave's garments... Images of hopeless slaves flashed in her mind, dead-eyed husks of what they used to be... Rage building to her arms and legs, an adrenaline rush to her head.

"SON OF A -- " Masha's expletive drowned out the loud thunk as she delivered a strong, flat soled, kick to the torso of the limbless mannequin; kicking it from whatever repulsor field was holding it in place, it clattered to the floor. Standing in the room breathing heavily she looked around, her hand on her knife, posture ready to draw and strike. How could I have been so stupid....

Looking around she saw the hatch, half open... It's control panel torn off and wires exposed. Masha cocked her head slightly, unable to remember if she did that, but figuring it probably was her as she was the only one in here. Wait... Where were Sunny and Taab? Silently mouthing a series of curses, she furiously walked to the open panel, examining the wires... Trying to remember what didn't work. A black sheathed wire and a red sheathed wire were sticking out further than the rest, racking her brain for what she had previously thought would work she took a knee. Trying to remember, re-tracing the wires, black... white... red... green... she thought. Trying to remember what she knew about electrical systems and slicing, she held the sheathing of the black and red wires, touching the exposed ends together. The inner hatch opening at a slower speed than normal, but now fully open, it's force shield still on.

With the panel cover completely removed it would be hard to trace what wires would go to the force shield's power, or if it could even be toggled from this panel. Vaguely remembering the controls were locked when... Whoever, sprang the trap on her. Slicing into the system and hot wiring was the only way she could get out of here now. Whoever did try to capture us... Better pray that I won't get to them, she thought, her hands shaking with rage as she traced the wires.

TAGS: Sith-I-5, Bardan_Jusik, Skywalker_T-65

OOC: Good morning guys, good to be back.

 

IC: Winterkill
Governor’s Palace/Imperial Garrison, Craci Prime

So they were going to blow their way in. That’s what all the empire was good for, blowing up stuff.

Winterkill didn’t have to be told to ‘Stand Back’ a second time, for there wasn’t a second time. The nagai did exactly as instructed and moved to where his ‘employer’ was. After all, they were still on a mission and they had to look convincing.

A heartbeat and a half later, the sound of a detonating shaped explosive echoed through the room and the blast door was successfully breached. The metallic circle that was ‘cut’ dropped loudly on the floor, and seconds later, a contingent of stormtroopers greeted them. The nagai was proud of himself as he managed to feign a look of ‘relief’ rather than annoyance. Peripherally, he gazed as the four eyed BoSS agent squeezed his guards shoulder, halting any reactionary impulses.

“The BoSS crew, correct?”

Did stormtroopers have droppings for brains? Who else would be in here? The enemy would have shot them on sight. Is that why they had their blasters leveled at them? Winterkill did his best to ‘ignore’ this as he wanted to glare daggers at them, but didn’t.

Havah always seemed to have the right words under any given situation as he smoothly said( or in this case as the alien would ): “Yes, and I believe we were headed to Hangar Bay three, unless we need to evacuate now? In which case that still sounds preferable, if it is not on this level.”

The nagai had to give credit to the arkanian. He sure knew how to ’nudge’ things in his favor. But it seemed circumstances were conspiring against this team.

“I’m sorry sirs,” the stormtrooper said, “But the upper levels are under enemy threat. Being civilians, I’ll have to request all of you to come with my aquad. We’ll escort you to the emergency bunkers for the duration of this emergency. This way, please?”

What in the nine rings….

Being placed in a bunker for the ‘duration’ did not sound good at all. Standard procedure or not, this did not bode well for the team. Winterkill found himself wishing for another insurgent attack. Perhaps he could ‘accidentally’ open the right blast door, but that meant the insurgents would try to kill them too, truth be told, he personally preferred that option to being placed in an Imperial Bunker. Still, the decision wasn’t his to make.

So he simply looked towards the four eyed alien, waiting to follow his lead, since he was the ‘maintenance worker’s’ direct superior superior and not the human in a shell.

Talk about a mission going south.

Still, he was confident they would find a way.

Tag: @Mitth_Fisto, @Intervention

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IC: Mahaben
City Streets, near ‘Downtown’ Craci, Craci Prime

Still lying on the ground, the blind miraluka was entirely covered in dust. He thanked the Force he was still alive and in one piece, despite some shooting pains he felt. Slowly, he moved a hand and employed the Force to remove a piece of fallen ferrocrete that had almost crushed him. It was right onto of him, pinning him down and keeping him in place but not for long.

After moving the large obstacle and dealing with its surrounding debris, Mahaben lay still for another moment.

“I’m getting too old for this…” he heard himself say, then smirked at his own words.

Calming his mind and centering himself, the ex-jedi breathed rhythmically as he let the Force wash all over him. He called upon the healing properties of the Force to restore vitality to his physical form and to remove all fatigue, both physical and mental. Whatever damage he’d sustained through the previous ordeal began to regenerate at an accelerated rate.

In moments, the blue aura that shrouded him waned slowly, the winked out as he felt himself restored by the power of the Force. Getting up to a sitting position first, Mahaben moved his arms and found no noticeable discomfort. The man stood, and dust came off of him in sheets. And outward telekinetic surge removed most of the surface dirt and dust as he ‘dry-cleaned’ himself. He ignored the small dust cloud that followed as he walked from the wrecked area.

With is head tilted to the side, he slowed his pace as he reached out with the Force and sensed for Captain Lasso and the rest of the Merc team. Unlike the mercenaries who were part of the captain’s crew, the miraluka possessed no means to contact them at the moment. But the Force continued to be gracious.

Not only did he sense several of them nearby, he could see their distinct aura as well. Ayres was joined by the Captain, though Mahaben did notice that the mechanic’s leg was in need of healing treatment. He could even detect the pain lines running along his system. For some unsurprising reason, Boras, their selkath companion and resident medic had not yet appeared. Mahaben did not sense that he had perished and trusted in the Force that the selkath would cross their path again, sooner than later.

“AHOY!!” he yelled on approach as he waved his hand at the pair. Still dusty, He was almost unrecognizable.

“It seems we are meant to live through this catastrophe.” He declared once he joined the two mercs. “It is good to see the both of you alive…”

A faint smile appeared on his dusty face before he offered a respectful bow to both men. In the short time he’d spent with them, they had both earned his respect. “I certainly hope our medical selkath would join us soon.” He noted after a pause. For the space of several heartbeats, the ex-jedi said nothing as he looked to the skies.

“Hmmmm…..” he said gravely, but did not elaborate.

“Hold still, Ayres.”

Kneeling suddenly before the mechanic, the ex-jedi placed a hand right over the area in Sydney’s leg that needed medical attention. “This will only take a moment. Mind you, it’s a temporary fix.” he informed. As he did so, he spoke once again without turning. This time to address their captain.

“So, how close are we to Lawrence and 25th, assuming it's still there?”


Tag: @Bravo, @Vehn, @Master Selkath, @Intervention

 

IC: Ulrike, Mary Formal, ILH-KK Citadel-class civilian cruiser, Luck's Gamble
Location: *shrugs* somewhere on outskirts of city, although not too far from the Craci Regional Medical Centre


Ulrike had seen flashing in the middle distance, but rather than being exchanges of blaster fire, or, well, just fire, which she had seen plenty of that night, it had turned out to be the revolving flashbars of a large number of emergency vehicles, ambos and fire engines, converging on the insanely tall hospital looming over them.

She peered at it again. Mostly dark, patches of its sides were illuminated by fires. The patients must be in a terrible state.
She remembered a time when she'd be the first in there. Though she kept her further thought to herself, she knew that if the Commander even looked at that place, they would have a very hard time getting the elf back.

Mary jolted her out of her reverie. "Something's wrong. I can't get a read on Sunri's fighter. If its still flying, it must be miles away!"

"Maybe its trapped in one of the spaceport bunkers." Ulrike suggested, studying the shape-shifter. One day she would ask her to show her true appearance. But then again, perhaps not. This one, of a female human younger than herself, was helping them to bond, and while she recognised that there was an air of manipulation from herself here, the more they bonded, the loyal a Merc the new recruit would make.

"Airborne, remember," Mary reminded.

"Quagmire here. Negative Imotep," Ulrike sighed aloud at the news. How in the Original Light was she supposed to find them, then? She glanced again at the hospital. Well, it's round. Maybe we should circle the thing, at a range-

"Correction Imotep. I see you. I am...roughly three blocks South East of your flight path, on a rooftop. Currently, the group is scattered. Attempting to locate them, now."

"Copy, we're on the way. Mary, did you get that?" She asked, although by now, she could see via the window ports, that they were moving more decisively than they had before, nosing around toward's the Captain's stated location. He had more to add though.

"Beware of of a heavy Imperial presence in the area near the hospital. Quagmire out."

"Ger-reat. Y'know, the other Luck's Gamble, the Sentinel would be better for this urban warfare, at least that-"

"-that didn't make it off Port Haven." Not strictly true, but it certainly hadn't made it back to the Johnny Boy.

"Get to the gunnery station, log into ion control, and type, Pleiades, spelt, P-"

"Hold on, hold on, let me get there first." The nurse rose out of her chair, and sat at one of the others that was behind the pilot chairs. "Okay, ion control. P-"

"P-L-E-I-A-D-E-S. Pleiades Over-ride, one-zero-one-one-one."

"Pleiades Over-ride," Ulrike repeated as she typed, "one-zero-one-one-one." She looked around at the back of Mary's head. "What does that do?"

"Only manouverable weaponry that we have are the ion cannon turrets, so that code puts them into autoblaster mode. If we take a hit from anyone or anything, they should return fire a wild volley of ion bolts at and around the shooter for a few seconds. I'd prefer to do that with lasers, but we have to move the ship to aim ours. Okay, we're here." Mary slowed the ship, and looked forlornly across the expanse of controls, to the out of reach ramp controls. "You wanna get get the ramp?"

Ulrike bounced out of her chair, back over to where she had been, leaned over the angled boards, and pressed the heel of her hand into a fat yellow and black button, hearing the fluidics of the boarding ramp being lowered.

Tag: Lasso, Sydney, Boras, Mahaben

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IC: Stormtroopers, Stormtrooper Customs Officer, Espo Lieutenant, spaceport car park, and Customs Checkpoint respectively.

The eight stormtroopers that had run out of the passenger terminal in a vain attempt to capture the two women, unknowingly trailed by Connor Harrison, squeezed between the parked Utilitech Metrocabs, on the way to their own ride, then slowed as new orders came in over their helmet comlinks.

The group variously slowed, stopped or turned on a dime in a clatter of armour, and sprinted back the way they had come, putting them on a bit of a collision course with Connor, who was now between them and the ruined doors.

* * * *
Customs Checkpoint


The Cathar's sensetive hearing would likely have made her aware of a more sustained blaster exchange going on, by now.

Several metres away, a visored, brown-uniformed Espo and a helmeted stormtrooper were having an animated conversation, and the Imperial pointed towards Oshi.

Both ducked as nearby windows were blown in by an explosion outside, passengers screaming as they were hit by flying glass.

Prompted by this, both beings hurried in the direction of the Cathar bodyguard, the Espo leading. "Alright, bring the bus around to the nearest exit, and keep the engine running."

"I'm not your pet vornsk to give orders to, Mate." The Imperial asserted, looking down at the Security Policeman.

"Just bring the fragging bus around." The Espo turned his back on the trooper, signalling the end of their exchange, and walked purposefully through the crowd till he was on the other side of the table holding Oshi's open luggage and papers. "Miss Oshi? Lieutenant Barker. You trained as Coruscant Security Forces, right?" He did not wait for her to respond, "Ma'am, we find that we need your urgent assistance. If you are willing to help, I can read you in."

Tag: Connor Harrison, Kannari Oshi