Rianon Kardama
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Post by Rianon Kardama on Jan 27, 2017 14:59:46 GMT -8
Rianon's eyes flashed as the man said his wound wasn't important.
"You'll be of no help to anyone if you lose the use of your hand. Give me a minute to numb and wrap the wound, then you can get back to saving children from the scum who are attacking. Deal?"
Without eating for an answer, Rianon grabbed his hand, sprayed in an antiseptic, numbed the wound and ran a cauterizing iron over it. The smell of seared flesh reached her nostrils as she wrapped the hand.
"It shouldn't leave much of a scar, and nothing was damaged internally. You're welcome, now you may go."
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Viox Savage
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"You want the same as me. My redemption, eternal ascension. Setting me free."
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Post by Viox Savage on Jan 30, 2017 10:21:32 GMT -8
As Admiral Bennette continued her invasion of Trian and the beleaguered defenders attempted to hold them at bay, Sith Lord Viox Savage was on his flagship while waiting for a rendezvous with former Fleet Commander Loran. This meeting was of the highest importance, yet secrecy needed to be maintained. If anyone discovered what Viox was doing, then everything would be over before it began.
The aged Imperial II Star Destroyer Deuce docked with the Wrath, Savage stood at the airlock with several silver armored Sith Troopers. As the airlock hissed open, Loran, accompanied by several heavily armed Bakuran Clones. Like the Imperial Star Destroyer, the clones were showing their age, yet the fire in their eyes was still burning bright. They were ready to fight. Loran stopped before the darkly clad Sith and stood at attention.
"Lord Savage. I must admit I wasn't expecting you to contact me so soon. But at the same time, I should not be surprised."
Savage merely glanced over the clones and the commander, then avoided meeting Loran's eyes.
"These are interesting times. Interesting times call for interesting alliances. As for our meeting...I have a special task for you."
Savage motioned for his escort to stay near the airlock while he and Loran began walking down the hall. Loran piped up.
"Interesting indeed, my lord. Now as much as I would like to continue with the formalities, let's cut to the chase, shall we?"
As they walked, Savage smirked beneath his hood. Loran was still as sharp as ever. It inspired confidence in his decision.
"I need you to head to Trian. Lend aid to Queen Fel and here people..."
Savage paused, thinking on whether or not he should admit his decision to invade Trian. Knowing it would eventually come out, he cleared his throat and continued speaking.
"Commander, I have entrusted you with this task. Given your lack of love towards my father's Empire, I would like to assume that you can be trusted. In saying that, it is my forces that are currently invading the planet. Ordered to pursue a target of high value to me that has taken refuge on the planet..."
Loran paused mid stride. Savage stopped and turned to him.
"So, you are searching for something. You invaded Trian in hopes to find this elusive target. And you want me to clean up the mess...you do realize that this is pointless. A waste of both my resources and yours..."
The commander raised an eyebrow in a questioning manner. Savage scowled.
"I understand that you realize the futility of this course of action. So allow me to put it in terms that make sense, Commander. You are to head to Trian. Reinforce Queen Fel. They are the key to starting this rebellion. They have defied the Empire from day one. In no small part due to my meddling, Trian has been left alone, until now. I ordered the invasion as a ruse. Something to incriminate Imperial High Command. Move in and liberate the planet. I will order my forces to retreat once you establish a presence. Minimize casualties on both sides. Once the Empire has retreated from Trian, hopefully with my target in tow, I will have new orders for you then."
Savage's yellow gaze locked with the Commander as he watched the Commander think it over. After a few moments of silence, Savage's face twitched into a small smirk. He knew what Loran was going to do before the Commander said it.
"You play a dangerous game, my lord...fine. I will assemble the fleet and ready my troops. And I will await your next holo."
Commander Loran nodded curtly, then strode off back towards the air lock. As he neared, he motioned for his clone escort to move out. He called out over his shoulder as the airlock closed.
"Until next time, Lord Savage."
And then the airlock hissed shut, leaving Savage standing in the hall. After a few moments of thoughtful analysis of the conversation he just had, he motioned for his escort and made his way to the bridge. It was time to head back to Imperial controlled space. Too much longer and someone would notice his absence.
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Johnathan Castle [Retired]
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Post by Johnathan Castle [Retired] on Jan 30, 2017 10:30:37 GMT -8
Trian. Royal Palace Medical Wing.
Castle surrendered. He allowed the young medic to bandage up his hand. Once it was finished he looked up at her.
"Thanks..."
Castle turned to leave.
"Probably haven't seen the last of each other...take care."
And with that, Castle left the room, ushering wounded bystanders and wandering civilians down to the Medical Wing as he made his way back out to the main thoroughfare. The scene had degraded significantly since he had taken the little girl down to the Medical Wing. The TIE's were still roaring overhead, firing down upon the populace below. White armored Stormtroopers were still pressing against the rag-tag defense being put up by the Palace security forces and the few spacers and smugglers armed well enough to resist. Now instead of having ground on the other end of the bridge, the guards had been pushed back to this side, though they were still holding their own. Barely. And Castle wasn't a fighter. At least not enough of one to stand against fully armed and trained Stormtroopers. He continued to help usher people inside, as that was his way of helping. For now.
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Nathan Caldwell [Retired]
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Post by Nathan Caldwell [Retired] on Jan 30, 2017 17:44:14 GMT -8
Captain Reynolds and his first mate, Zoe, were both holding the line at the end of the bridge closest to the Palace entrance. They had lost ground against the Imperial onslaught. Too much ground. But there was nothing that could be done. Somewhere in the chaos, Venom had managed to rally a group of Rangers and push towards a laser battery emplacement. It was going well until the TIE's overhead took it out. After that, Nate didn't know what happened to Venom. Though he hoped he was still breathing. Venom was a tough son of a bitch. Probably smoking his cigar laughing. Either way, things weren't looking good. As Nate popped up and rifled off several more shots, the loudspeakers blared to life. It was King Ton Grendal.
Valiant defenders! Citizens of Trian. Civilians of the planet! This is your King! I am ordering you to fall back within the Palace's walls! The Imperials may have driven us back, but we will not stand idly by as they declare an all out war against us! Fall back and regroup! Live to fight another day!
Several high pitched whistles squawked out after the King's announcement. Reynolds hunkered down behind the overturned cart he and Zoe were using as cover.
"Looks like we are running. Something we do best. Let's get inside, now. I think we've worn out our welcome with the Imperials."
Zoe scowled as she peered around the cart.
"Thanks for noticing, sir."
As Nathan and Zoe prepared to drop back, the darkly clad advisor that had spoken to him earlier leaped out of the shadows and landed on the bridge ahead of them. As several blaster shots rang out from the advancing Stormtroopers, a twin bladed crimson lightsaber appeared in her hands. It spun gracefully around its wielder, deflecting the blaster bolts back at their targets with deadly precision. As more blaster fire rang out, she called out over her shoulder.
"Captain! Retrieve your comrade from the weapon emplacement and retreat inside! I will keep these beasts occupied! Go!"
It took Nathan a few moments to process what was happening. As the mysterious advisor had glanced back at him, he saw vivid yellow eyes peering out from beneath the hood. He noticed the tighter fitting garments she was wearing beneath her cloak. As he tried to process it, Zoe shouted to him.
"Sir! We've got to reach Starkiller!"
Nathan snapped out of his trance-like state and pulled his head back into it. He jumped up from cover and sprinted down the bridge, vaulting over the railing near the end. He landed heavily on the grassy knoll. As he approached the smoldering emplacement, he saw the scorched, prone form laying a few feet away from where the emplacement had been. it looked as though Starkiller had tried to jump away right before it had been hit. That sudden move probably saved his life. Nathan holstered his pistol and heaved Starkiller up on to his shoulder. He walked as fast as he could, partially carrying, partially dragging the unconscious form of Starkiller to the Palace entrance. As they neared it, he called out to Zoe, grunting under the strain of carrying the hefty Zabrak.
"Zoe, go find help. And make it quick! This ain't exactly feathers I'm toting here..."
Zoe took off in search of someone who would help them get Venom to some kind of medical attention. And as much as Nathan disliked Force users in general, obviously the mysterious advisor was someone who opposed the Empire. Which was okay in his books. So long as she didn't cause troubles later on for him or his crew...
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Johnathan Castle [Retired]
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Post by Johnathan Castle [Retired] on Feb 23, 2017 23:49:27 GMT -8
Just as Zoe had run off from Nathan, who was carrying the unconscious Zabrak over his shoulder, Castle spotted him through the rush of panicked people. As he shoved his was through, he came up on the Captain's right and slid under the Zabrak's arm.
"Med center is this way, Captain. What happened? He don't look too good..."
Castle noted the look of relief on Nathan's face as he helped carry the Zabrak down the stairs. The Captain's face was grim and he didn't respond to the question. Castle didn't press. He'd find out soon enough...
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Rianon Kardama
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Post by Rianon Kardama on Feb 25, 2017 13:53:36 GMT -8
Rianon peered dow the hallway as it darkened. A strange shape moved slowly down the stairs. As they got closer, she saw that it was the man she had healed earlier and another human male carrying an unconscious Zabrak.
"We meet again. You're lucky I'm here. I'm probably the only medical professional in the city who knows anything about Zabrak physiology. Bring him in here."
She opened a door on the left side of the hallway and motioned for them to lay the patient down on the exam table. This room was for the personal use of the medical staff. It was a private room for Rianon to use when she worked late shifts. She kept her extra medical supplies in this room. She pulled out a red bag and set it on the table near the Zabrak's head.
"What happened to him? I need to know everything you do. And, this may sound odd, but I need to know his name. I have a feeling he won't be an easy patient."
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Nathan Caldwell [Retired]
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Post by Nathan Caldwell [Retired] on May 5, 2017 0:30:17 GMT -8
Reynolds grunted under the exertion of heaving the Zabrak up on the table. As the medic asked him questions, he answered as best he could.
"Concussive blast from the TIE's. Hit the weapon emplacement he was in. Pretty sure it exploded and he was thrown clear. And his name is Venom. Venom Starkiller. And you ain't wrong. He'll be in one helluva bad mood when he comes to..."
Nathan trailed off and looked at the young woman. Deciding Venom was in good hands, he spoke.
"Patch him up as best you can. Castle, continue helping folks get down here. Zoe, let's go help the Rangers and Palace Security. Once we've managed to get everyone inside, I think the Queen owes us an explanation as to why she's got a gorram Sith out there fighting against the Empire..."
Without so much as a second glance, Nathan and Zoe left the room, leaving Castle with the doc and his unconscious crew member.
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