Star Wars OPEN The Kingdom

IC: Flying Officer Rick Johnson
Rear Primary Hanger, Darkest Night, leaving Orbit above Bakura


Johnson watched Flying Officer Turr Kya and Flying Officer Saraalia Deatar move past their throngs of supporters and---eventually---towards the exit of the hanger bay. Although Turr's helmet throwing element left several unsaid questions. Was Johnson not alone in his self-loathing?

Looking back to those three transports, Johnson saw that a skelton security detail and scanning crew were left behind. A two-man scanning crew were transport, each transport guarded by a pair of Imperial Navy Troopers at the primary entrance point. A loose collection of four Stormtroopers patrolled around the transports in pairs, their long patrol march leaving large gaps in coverage despite their attempt to off-set those gaps. With the Imperial Navy Troopers looking less-than-focused on their surroundings in a comfortable environment, that would give Johnson all the room he would need. TIE Pilots were taught to avoid the enemy if ever shot down; this would be no different than his training.

Pushing himself up and out of the ball cockpit, he reached for the catwalk and started walking. He was confident he could get in, out, and unnoticed. After all, what did he have to lose? A career in doing nothing?


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IC: Master Sergeant Craig Anthony Stewart (DW-418121; "Animal")
Auxiliary Hanger, Darkest Night, leaving Orbit above Bakura


Animal looked at the food thrown down the tray as he moved along with the dozen or so personnel in line. Unlike other star destroyers, Animal and company were spoiled to Jingle's impossibly high standards for his cook staff. Food, for a hungry stormtrooper, was heaven and the cook staff did not disappoint. Troopers talked across the Stormtrooper Corps and for the sake of food, many troopers wanted a transfer into Death's Whisper Legion. Just for the food. Let that sink in. Face death all day long, but come back to a Mon Calamari dinner? Worth it.

Their helmets had been turned in for standard recording and their weapons...well, stormtroopers always had their weapons. Animal's T-21B Heavy Blaster was across his back, his armor was still dirty from the last engagement, and his face looked like he had been through nine rounds of boxing and lost every round. But, he was alive. And for the average stormtrooper, that was always a good day.

Animal was the last one in and found Stark and Shan already seated and eating. They were in the middle of a conversation, but stopped for his arrival. He sighed as he sat down, "Sorry I am late. ISB had a question when they took my helmet."


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Flying Officer Saraali Deatar IC:
~Rear Primary Hangar, Darkest Night~

As they moved on a few steps, Officer Kya paused and hesitated in any reply to her question. The look on his face showed he was completely elsewhere internally. Great reflection, frustration, and a general sense of uncertainty briefly flashing across his face.

Saraali’s eyebrow rose, a slight note of concern and annoyance mixed together seamlessly in her expression. What was up with him? She was now more curious than ever about what had happened with him during the battle.

However, something else caught his attention first….

She turned in place to follow Turr’s gaze. And there was Officer Johnson up to…something. Now what in blazes was that hotshot idjit up to now?

Her mind thought about proper Imperial Protocol and the debriefing mission ahead, but also about what Johnson could potentially be up to and how it could disrupt matters onboard their Star Destroyer.

Frowning she sighed in aggravated fashion and jerked her head toward the pilot trying to sneak about.

“Go,” she told Turr curtly, “Find out what he’s doing before he blows himself up and makes us pilots look bad. I’ll go ahead to the debriefing and cover for you.”

With a shake of her head, black hair shifting with the movement, she marched down the corridors to where that very meeting would be held.

Men. Just….

Men.

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IC: Havah Jeth
Aces' Club, Belkadan's solo and sand-swept & desolate moon; Belkadan Moon Monastery

Billy said, "Octave." Billy looked at Palso, "I will bring up the rear."

"No wild blasters to my back," the Corellian responded. If he hadn't taken a drink break already, honestly these two would drive him to it!

"I know how to handle these type of spec ops types. You'll need to trust me."

Jim filed in behind Havah, making sure his blaster pistol was ready. "No funny business."

"You have my word," Billy said.

"Okay, Havah," Palso said as Havah looked back checking to see if he even had anyone to lead out of here, "Get us there."

It was as he was going that he spotted the fireteam of those Jod troopers make a double step towards the way of the Hunk of Junk. Fireteam of a minimum of 4 troopers were talking with two other troopers standing by the light freighter. This plan had been going far too smoothly, Havah had just hoped it would last a little longer. Soon the fireteam of troopers went into the docking bay proper and out of sight, so either the ship was compromised or the team was using it as a passageway to another location. Wonderful unknowns, granted Winterkill would be a delightful surprise for them no doubt if they dared try anything.

Waving the others forward he continued the plan passage for entry to where their ship was. There should be a service corridor they could use to gain access to the operations room for the hanger, and from there they should be able to sneak the last hurdle of the bay floor to get to their ship. That was if what Havah had noticed earlier was what he thought it was.

Always those pesky unknowns, but they had a chance. A chance without noisy blasters, but only time would tell.

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IC: Sergeant First Class Adrias Stark
Auxiliary Hanger, Darkest Night, leaving Orbit above Bakura

Adrias was still surprised that his gamble had worked! He was having a meal with the Lieutenant. The Sergeant had half expected to get ISB knock on his cabin door to detain him for crossing a line or poodoo like that.

“Quite the mission.” Adrias said to Shan and grinned “Did you get any action?” he asked and tilted his head. Aside from the small talk he was actually interested to learn how the others had fared.

The Sergeant blinked at Animal who had shown up. What was he doing here!? He had not invited him. Adrias was getting suspicious. Was the Master Sergeant after the Lieutenant as well?

Such rivalries never ended well. If the holomovies were to be believed.

“Sure thing.” he managed a smile, hopefully it was genuine enough. “I know the feeling. The ISB can be a pain in the rear.” he chuckled and leaned forward “Don’t quote me on that though.”

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IC: Elena Shan
Auxiliary Hanger, Darkest Night, leaving Orbit above Bakura

Elena leaned back in her chair and observed Adrias. She didn't mind his company, but was wondering what was keeping Animal. She smiled at Adrias she she answered his question though, and tried not to worry too much. "I saw lots of action. I'm just glad I didn't lose everyone. That was...hard." Elena looked thoughful for a moment, maybe a little upset. But it was war, and losses were to be expected. She was about to say more when she saw Animal approach from the corner of her eye, and turned to greet him.

But stopped when he started to talk about the ISB. She gave him a small frown, and wondered what it was about. "The ISB stick their noses where they shouldn't." Elena added, and her hands tensed around her drink. "I'm glad to see you made it out of there in one piece Animal."

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IC: Lance Corporal Falen Duryn
Darkest Night, General Medical Bay

When Falen finally awoke, he found himself underneath the thin, unmistakably prickly sheets of an Imperial medical cot. The afterlife, if such a thing even existed, surely would have better accommodations, which only meant one thing: Falen was alive! Nurses and various droids fussed over him, taking test after test for what felt like years, before finally leaving him alone in blissful silence. The process of Bacta recovery were very familiar to the young man, so much so that it was basically muscle-memory at this point.

Depending on the seriousness of the wound, he would have been out of commission for as little as a day or two, or upwards of several months. Thinking back to the events of the shuttle, Falen summarized that at minimum, he had suffered two or so broken cribs, as well as a partially collapsed lung, combined with all the internal and external bleeding that came with such injuries. What would come next would be the standard day or so of readjusting to life outside the tank, minor calisthenics, soft foods, an avoidance of bright lights, etc.

"Probably a few weeks then.." He murmured hoarsely. Not great, but not terrible. He might have missed a skirmish or two, possibly another battle, but nothing career altering he figured. A sudden voice to his right interrupted his train of thought.

Falen tilted his head slowly towards the voice, his eyes remaining shut. Opening them now, without protective lenses, may very well damage his retinas. The voice in question was gentle, yet commanded an aura of authority and respect. An Officer?

Feeling he'd rather be safe than sorry, Falen gingerly sat up as best he could and offered the voice a crisp salute. A faint tremor rippled across his chest in response to the movement, a ghost of the wound. He winced inwardly, but otherwise kept his composure. "Sir, ready to get back into the action, Sir!" He finally responded with a raspy voice.

More than anything else, Falen wanted to know what had happened below. How many comrades had he lost? How many made it back home? Did they win?

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IC Natalia Markova
Darkest Night

The new commander was at her station, making sure they were in position, and prepared for they're next jump. Even when there didn't seemed to be anything going on, there was much happening. Natalia had many many ways to keep her mind occupied. Working through the next few jumps, and of course there was the wealth of knowledge she now had access to about the next parts of their mission. Not that she could openly peruse that information out in the open, though she could theorize. It was going to be an interesting mission, and would test all the theory she'd ever learned in technical school. It was thrilling, and exciting, all the possibilities.

There was also the investigation she was running on the side. Again something she couldn't just pull up on her datapad and research on the bridge. There was so much to do, even without her new responsibilities that were suddenly thrust upon her. But, it was always good to be busy in the Emperor's service. Idle hands were a cursed thing, or so her father would tell her. It was good for her to be busy, kept her mind from spiraling, though she could find herself becoming fixated on certain tasks. Like trying to work out the correct coordinates, or how to communicate a location that didn't exist on imperial charts to a navicomputer. That was going to be a fun one. She messing with navicomputers was a delicate process given that they were designed to prevent jumping blind into the dark and crashing into a star or other stellar phenomenon, and thus were very difficult to alter the programing of. Not impossible but it would take some work. That and just the inherent dangers of jumping into uncharted space.

She was deep into her thoughts and calculations when a voice snapped her out of her thoughts.

"Captain…"

She turned to the voice, seeing a human man that she thought she recognized, was he part of the Navigator corps?

"Um Commander," He said, noticing her new rank. "There seems to be a commotion at the door. Someone is asking for you."

"Me?" She asked, in her usual soft whisper, brows knitted.

"Aye, Mam'."

"Who was asking?"

"I don't know mam' but It seemed...urgent? I could hear their voice through the bridge door." he looked down then back up. "With internal comms down I thought you should know."

Were they down? She hadn't noticed, not that comms are a necessity for her.

"Can you take my station?"

"Yes mam'."

With a slight frown she stood up from her station the other man...she hadn't figured out his name yet, took over. As she moved towards the exit, the muffled sound of stun blasts going off. After her experience on Lespawn, she knew the difference between stun blasts and blaster shots...she couldn't forget that high pitched stab of a deadly bolt.

She moved briskly, opening the doors and finding navy troopers in a circle around two unconscious forms. People she actually recognized, the technicians she'd met previously. She pushed her way into the circle casting her eyes around for the being in charge or at least the being of the highest rank.

"Report." She said her voice was still in a whisper.

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