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Post by Altair Sirraf on Mar 15, 2017 21:47:28 GMT -8
Of course. Newsroom is a great show!
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Post by Altair Sirraf on Mar 15, 2017 20:10:16 GMT -8
Oh I can think I'd 35 uses for a hutt in Jabiim... today!
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Post by Altair Sirraf on Mar 10, 2017 18:58:11 GMT -8
I am nether a mechanical engineer nor a meteorologist so I am not sure I could explain it even if I did know. I am simply going by the information games I've played and wookiepedia has on the planet. I would assume any droid on the planet would have an internal grounding mechanism that would prevent such short outs. However I could be wrong. Also their size could be a factor. Or the complexity of the technology. The only thing that was specified is repulsor lift tech. However I will make this point. Any craft or droid in the middle of an electrical storm would be fried if not shielded properly to defend against it.
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Post by Altair Sirraf on Mar 10, 2017 18:32:19 GMT -8
I'm not sure. You'd have to ask one of the FO peons about that.
I assume however that Jabiim's garrison would be larger than most because it is a production planet. And they would need more troopers to fill the gap of not being able to have vehicles on the planet because of the electromagnetic storms.
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Post by Altair Sirraf on Mar 10, 2017 17:15:20 GMT -8
Proportional response
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Post by Altair Sirraf on Mar 10, 2017 17:12:06 GMT -8
If I may pose a suggestion. Viox is only here upon special order from high lord what's his face... the garrison already on the planet and its leadership has not yet been rp'd by anyone specific. If you were willing you could take on the garrison and all the troopers there... ya know the ones I've been helplessly slaughtering... *beams*
Just a thought
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Post by Altair Sirraf on Mar 9, 2017 22:31:14 GMT -8
Lil-bitch
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Post by Altair Sirraf on Mar 9, 2017 15:29:48 GMT -8
Hey, this is the perfect time to learn / practice. The story is pretty intense but we're laid back enough it shouldn't ever get stressful. I'm the guy you're going to be "writing against" and it's my first time playing this sort of character as well!
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Post by Altair Sirraf on Mar 6, 2017 12:48:35 GMT -8
Jabiim - Choal - Forward Imperial Command
*The shadows were long with the morning light. In one night so much had changed. Rico had nearly forced his hand causing him to act without need, but the Shadowalkers skill at hand to hand combat had saved him at last - and under Shadow's watchful gaze his meeting had gone uninterrupted. After being sure Rico and his cohorts were safe Shadow had ventured up to the Forward Imperial Command Center to see what could be seen. The High Admiral's message had not gone unnoticed by him, and for the last several nights Shadow had stared up at the looming form of the Star Destroyer hovering over the city and considered his options, how this could be used to his advantage. He didn't have enough men to take the bridge, and he even doubted his own skill in being able to successfully take such a craft even if he did have the men. Several hundred soldiers, several hundred more crew... no, taking that behemoth was out of the question, and yet something lingered at his mind. Even now as he stood on the edge of two meeting walls between the watch towers of the main gate gazing up at the then he sensed a change in the Force. Something was happening beyond either of their control. He looked up at the clouds, always raining... always lightning... the electric storms were something that kept the imperial war machines tanks and walkers off the planet, but the shields of the Star Destroyer were so strong it would have taken a storm of cataclysmic proportions to even have them notice the hail pelting down on the durasteel hull.
Shadow looked to each side. He could see the troopers on guard duty through the glass of the each watch tower, so close to him... yet without a clue of his presence. They wouldn't have felt the change either... something was coming, and as Shadow looked over the city, down over the slums... past the city wall and out across the horizon as far as he could into the night, he knew what it was. The Force had told him... and now he knew what he needed to do. And he had only a few more days to prepare. He stood and moved off to another section of the wall, less guarded and considered the other problem - Viox had met with someone today. Someone who had landed here not some hours ago before sundown. He knew this new player was going to be a threat, but at the moment he knew nothing about him. That is why he was here. People moved in and out of the Command Building at all hours even at night, so gaining entrance into the structure was not difficult. After that it was a waiting game of memorizing guard patrols, scanners, internal sensors, droids that could monitor and read the systems of his cloaking device even without fully being aware of him. It had taken him most of the night to get to where he now stood... the command room at the top of the building. He noticed this was the place where Viox had made his broadcast... that meant... his own personal quarters were not far from here. A commander such as him would never be far from where the action was. Shadow exhaled once more focusing on the tricks Gadriel had taught him to mask his presence from any force sensitive being. Shadow was never any good at the combat applications of the force. he never quite licked telekinesis or the calm of mind and body for saber combat, but the way his mind worked... the way the force touched him... it made him a ghost, Gadriel himself was the one that had named him Shadow and since then he had gone by no other name, wearing it like a badge of honor.
Three doors that lead from the command room that had not opened. One he assumed was a tech room of sorts, something that would only be opened if there was a problem. He needed to get in there eventually... the other two he hoped were Viox's personal quarters and Meditation rooms. And so he waited... out of the way, almost in a calm meditative trance focusing on maintaining his namesake - keeping himself out of the way until morning...
Sunrise... 7 days til Empire Day ... Jabiim. Choal. Imperial Forward Command. Main Gate.
Jord and his family had awoken at dawn as instructed and moved out with a growing number of the population to gather at the gates of the Imperial Base. Many of them huddled together in fear, but Jord and his family were among the first closest to the gates looking up expectantly at the Guards looking down on them from the watch towers along the wall. He didn't know what they were thinking, and he felt at any moment they would all be slaughtered - fired upon for no reason at all. He steeled himself and stepped away from his family calling up towards the guard troopers.
"We've come to accept the High Admirals most gracious offer."
Jord stood stone still, nothing moved, no one replied... and for a the briefest moments he could almost hear his own heart beat before the gates finally opened...
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Post by Altair Sirraf on Mar 5, 2017 19:23:06 GMT -8
Rico looked over his shoulder - not for the last time as he moved down the city streets. It was an hour after sunset and after Martial Law had been declared in the city it would be death to be caught out in the open at night. The shadow of the Star Destroyer was an ever present reminder that the First Order would not tolerate any further sign of rebellion. It had taken Rico days to gather enough people willing to meet and discuss what had happened, and what was going to happen. Nine days remained on the clock until 0 hour that would be the wonder that Shadow had promised. No one had left the city, save for the miners that were allowed out and back in in shifts now. His meager bamboo collection wasn't a necessary occupation to allow him access to the outer ring of the city, much less outside the city walls. Storm trooper patrols had been doubled, and even tonight he had dodged three patrols to get as close as he did to the Coffee shop where everyone had agreed to meet. The R-1's had been seen less and less... a sign that Shadow had continued his assault on the recon droids used by the first order Garrison to patrol the city. Rico exhaled calming his nerves... two more streets to go, he was nearly there and then he heard it.
"You there! Freeze!"
Rico out of pure habit slammed his hand onto his abdomen where usually would have been the activation switch for his personal cloaking device. He hadn't worn it in years but the muscle memory was still fresh for him. His head whipped around but he couldn't see anything... no stormtroopers... he slipped into a nearby ally and made his way quickly to the rooftop using a busted drain pipe for his assent. He crawled along the roof until he was near the edge and peeked over. A small patrol, only 5 troopers had caught Kird attempting to make his way to the coffee shop for their meeting. He was currently being thrown to the ground and cuffed by one trooper while another grilled him on why he was out after hours - a clear violation of curfew. Rico knew that he would be hanged by morning if he didn't do something. He closed his eyes making the quick decision. Kird wasn't one of his favorites, but he needed his voice tonight...
Flipping himself noiselessly over the edge of the roof he landed square on one stormtroopers helmet - his feet making contact - his rough heavy boots knocking the trooper senseless instantly. The second heard the sound and turned, and already Rico had rolled into the center of the group coming up behind the second. Wrapping his arms around the troopers helmet he flexed and put his entire strength into a torque motion that snapped the troopers neck and before the first troopers body had hit the ground the second trooper was down. The element of surprise gone - the third trooper noticed him, and raised his blaster for a shot. Rico reached out and deflected the blaster leveled towards him just as the weapon discharged sending the plasma bolt right into the chest of the squad leader who had just turned from his interrogation of Kird. The blaster shot would have been heard for several blocks in either direction and he knew he didn't have much time. The last trooper was finally on his feet as Rico was disarming the one he was currently entangled with and pushing him back into the shadows - out of sight of the only remaining trooper. He hoped that he hadn't been seen, being careful to always keep himself to that ones back. The last trooper raised his blaster to the shadows and reached for his comlink - a second later another blaster shot sounded and the last trooper fell dead.
"Kird on your feet, we've got to go."
Rico moved from the shadows and tossed the large miner the keys to his binders. The look on the mans face was one of utter confusion but the desire to be away from this place before more StormTroopers showed up made him act. He tossed the binders aside and followed Rico as he darted into the shadows and through the back door of the coffee shop.
"Quick everyone into the basement - douse the lights lock all the doors."
A small group of people who were already on edge didn't hesitate a moment before slipping out of their positions and doing as told. Within moments every one of them was locked securely behind the stormvault door of the coffee shop. Rico followed behind them. It went against every fiber in his being to remain here. He had been exposed to one of the citizens - he had been seen dispatching an entire trooper patrol, alone and unarmed. He trusted Kird to not betray the group to the first order, but he didn't trust the rest of them if they knew his secret. They all waited in the basement for several moments for the sign of anything from above. After what felt like hours they heard the butt of a rifle bang against the door. Everyone in the group held their breath the trooper breached the coffee shop above and they heard empire issue boots stomping above their heads as the trooper searched the room. Several moments later the trooper left leaving the door broken open as he continued searching the neighboring houses. They would search every shop on market street before moving off - hopefully after another hour or so, they would assume Shadow had taken out the group and that they wouldn't find him - at least that was Rico's hope.
The group remained silent for at least another hour after the noise from above had long faded. The entire time Rico felt Kird's eyes on him, and when he finally made eye contact all Rico did was shook his head slightly, a very serious expression on his face. Kird made no acknowledgement of the motion simply continued to stair at him. Rico hoped that the gift of his life would have been enough to buy his silence. Finally someone spoke... it was Jord - the most loudmouthed naysayer of the group Rico had assembled.
"what... happened out there?"
Rico raised an eyebrow and opened his mouth to speak but a moment before he could he heard his words coming out of Kird's mouth.
"It was Shadow... he took out of a group of Troopers a few streets down."
Rico lowered his head slightly not acknowledging the words in any way allowing Jord and Kird to argue for a few moments about Shadow being so close to their meeting place. Jord was finally silenced when Ruum spoke. Another miner, this one a foreman who would have perhaps considered himself the leader of the would be resistance in Choal.
"Did you guys see his face..."
He spoke of course of the Zabrak commander who claimed he was "High Admiral" of the First Order. It was doubtful if anyone born on Jabiim had even seen a Zabrak before. It was of course Jord that spoke next.
"He's a demon... we shouldn't even be here... I have a family, a wife and two children i need to look after. If I accept the offer we may be able to survive until...
"Until the First Order is done with this world and Jabiim ends up like Dantooine? And he isn't a demon... he's a Zabrak, a culture of warriors that would have no problems in killing each and every one of you."
Rico's words were soft and calm, but it brought a hush to the group. They had all seen the holonet broadcast of the First Order "Victory" over Dantooine. The defeat of the Jedi Fleet and the destruction they had brought to the planets surface. Countless dead... the planet wouldn't be the same for decades, perhaps longer.
"But you have a point.. you should accept the packages he offers. Tomorrow, at dawn... get your family and take them to the base. You'll not be alone I assure you, many will be among those that choose to accept the yolk of the first order for the promise of security, even a false promise."
"Rico is right. The offer the First Order has made will help a great many families. But we need to find a way to get people out of the city. The children and the Old... like Shadow said."
"If anyone leaves the First Order will punish those of us that remain...
"Not if they are to occupied..."
"Kird is right... we need a distraction grand enough to get a large portion of the population out. But we need a few things first. We need to spread the word, to get people that want to leave together and let them know we are going to get them out... without letting them in on the details. The more ears on this, the greater our risk of discovery."
"What do you suggest?"
Ruum looked strangely at Rico, and the way Kird looked at him, looking for his opinion so desperately, as if his word was gospel. Rico rolled a shoulder back and looked over to Ruum with what could be mistaken as a pleading glance - as if one had overspoken himself with an idea, without the wisdom or knowledge to give an actual answer to the problem at hand. Ruum hesitated a bit... thinking...
"The mines..."
Ruum whispered after a moment. He was a foreman after all. with access to the mining equipment and the explosives that they kept on hand but under guard of the imperials.
"Thats brilliant... we serve two purposes, removing their access to your materials, but also providing a distraction large enough to move the populous out of the city. But now we need... how... and where to?"
"Monsoon Mesa"
"The Republic Base was been destroyed... there isn't enough space to put people there."
"No no... the Mines below the base. Remember the tale our fathers told us of when Vader destroyed the surface? Our people the entire population hid in the mines."
"I've got maps of the mine system throughout the entire planet..."
Rico sat back as the details were discussed, the group talked until two hours before dawn. He added bits now and again to keep the group on the right track, but otherwise he allowed them to govern themselves, under Ruum's watchful eye. Every now and again he caught Kird looking at him, he had seen him as something more than a patriotic Bamboo farmer, and that image wouldn't be easy to shake. And when finally the group was ready to break apart even Jord seemed a little optimistic about their chances. It was all arranged for the morning. Jord would go with the rest of the group, and his family to accept the First Orders offer of aide and see what could be seen. and as they all crept out of the darkness and made their way back to home... cept for Rico. He was making his way to the edge of the city - he had recon to do - he had to find a way to get the people out of the city, even with the distraction they had planned he still needed a route that wasn't being watched... and in a city that had been maintained by the First Order for nearly a year, he had his work cut out for him.
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Post by Altair Sirraf on Mar 5, 2017 17:59:46 GMT -8
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Post by Altair Sirraf on Mar 5, 2017 17:53:25 GMT -8
Altair slipped from the crowded city streets of New Vertica into a back ally near the Adrenaline night club. Night had just fallen and the riff raff had just begun to come out. The Adrenaline was one of the shadier clubs in the city, older and not as well funded. He pulled back his hair and tucked the long black dreads into a group and slipped on his helmet before clicking his heels - activating his jet boots which shot him up to the rooftop. He peered across the rooftop, it was clearly empty to the naked eye, but he knew better.
"Report shadowalker."
A voice spoke form the darkness moments before the form of a young girl decloaked from the nearby vent.
"Reports from Dantooine, the planet is devastated - first Order fleet has pulled out of the system. Intel leads to their next offensive being against Ossus. News out of Jabiim... Shadow has activated himself, Rico is also on the planet but no one has heard from him since the Darkness Fell."
Altair raised an eyebrow. He had given no order for Shadow to activate and the blatant abuse of command could only mean that the First Orders possition on the planet was either weak enough to disrupt, or to strong to leave be. Either way something needed to be done about him before things got out of hand. He did not speak again for a few moments allowing lynda to finish her report about the planet and what she had heard through the ShadowNet before...
"Any sight on my Target?"
Lynda raised an eyebrow and whispered in a sarcastic voice.
"You expect someone like Paradigm to set food on my planet and me not know about it? Typical to form... no one has seen her, she isn't here. However... the boss of a local sex trafficking ring was killed recently..."
Altair raised an eyebrow waiting for the punchline.
"It wasn't a blaster... I saw the body. It was an energy weapon i've never seen before. If your contact says she's on the planet... then the energy blast i saw points to her. She's in sector 9... or was within the last 5 hours, unless you're activating me... i cannot help you any further."
Altair considered her for a moment before shaking his head.
"No... you're leaving. This place is to out of the way currently. I've received word from Riley, he has gotten info on the First Orders base of operations, i've sent you the data... the two planets in question are to be swept immediately... I need their base found yesterday. Deep stealth... no contact..."
Lynda looked down at her wristpad and flipped through the data he had transfered to her. She nodded slightly and slipped back into the shadows of the vent, cloaked, and was gone - to find her own way off world.
Altair stepped backwards off the ledge and fell the 100 or so meters towards the ground below. Activating his jet boots in quick succession to take three bounding steps to land safely on the ground. He looked about the area to see if he had been noticed before pulling the device on his wrist up closer to inspect grid sector 9, the last place that Paradigm had been 'reported' to be in the area. He had hoped that lynda would have had more information on the situation, but just to know that Anna hadn't lied to him, and that she was actually on the planet was ease enough for him. pulling the comm from his belt he linked to the rest of his team.
Sweep grid sector 9. Contact reported in the area. Observation mode only, do not be seen and do not engage without the team - out.
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Post by Altair Sirraf on Mar 4, 2017 22:13:59 GMT -8
Lucian looked up from his data pad watching Ellie recant the experience she had been through. He set his lips into a thin grimace hearing the tale, and he could even feel the tension coming off her back as he stood behind her. His head tilted to the side in time to catch Kaiya's fists unclench and he did not have be a Jedi to sense that she was having a difficult time with hearing of the experiences she had clearly survived and yet had not forgotten. Lucian barely hesitated before reaching out and setting an easy palm on Kaiya's shoulder, offering her a gentle smile - he knew he could offer no sympathy but he hoped the touch might ground her in the moment allowing the memories to pass.
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Post by Altair Sirraf on Mar 4, 2017 20:58:33 GMT -8
Oh I wouldn't dream of such a thing.. psh... who would steal a disabled star destroyer... *whistles innocently*
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Post by Altair Sirraf on Mar 4, 2017 12:14:46 GMT -8
Oh hey look... he brought me a star destroyer!
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Post by Altair Sirraf on Mar 3, 2017 12:35:15 GMT -8
Game on!
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Post by Altair Sirraf on Mar 3, 2017 12:24:10 GMT -8
2 days had passed since the massacre at the Imperial Base. The First Order had done a perfect job of cleaning up the mess so that it never happened. No one seemed to care that a score of Imperial soldiers had died, and the days had passed without incident or reply to the general populace of Choal. Miners woke and went about their day, traders worked the city streets just as heavily patrolled as always hawking their wares to imperial and Jabiimese alike... then again... were they all not Imperials?
The medical supplies continued to appear inside the back room of the coffee shop - still no sign of where they were coming from... still no sign of who was behind the gifts. The people took them without complaint or question, the supplies offered by the out of the way coffee shop were much needed and even much more appreciated without the bother of asking questions - and much more than that... they were free. The Imperials had put a regular tax on most goods sold within the city which drove up prices for everyone. and without imperial sponsored work teams that increased pay to the few that qualified most of the lower class citizens went without much of the basics they had had before the First Order had come to this world. To the average citizen of Jabiim, the First Order was a yolk they could ill afford to carry much longer.
Rico had went back to his general day to day tasks, the meetings that used to be held at the coffee shop late at night had stopped all together. People had stopped caring it seemed, they had been broken by the weight of the Imperial Fist gently resting upon their shoulders. To him... one who had seen first hand the atrocities and the horrors the Sith Empire had loosed upon Coruscant, the occupation of Jabiim was like a holiday. If you were dedicated to surviving, and didn't have to look after to many people it was perfectly doable. Since two weeks prior there had been no more killings in the streets - it seemed that people still remembered the deaths even though the bodies had not been put on display as was Imperial practice. Rico looked up at the high lofts of the upper ring of the city towards the First Order base and wondered just who was behind the occupation of this world - if not for the last time...
"Move along there!"
Rico's head dropped and he flexed his back into the effort of pulling the Bamboo filled cart from in front of the main gate of the city. His body had began to show signs of mal nutrition, as he had been giving away much of his food to those who could not afford to feed their children in the poor district that he had lived in. He could survive on next to nothing for a long while, but the children his neighbors had birthed some years before the occupation had began would die soon if things did not change. His kept his eyes down and made double time away from the Trooper who had called him out, glad to see his patrol move off when he took a corner towards Market Street. He had noticed an increase of patrol droids in the last few days, small R-1 recon droids were the norm, mostly floating in shadowed passages, or to the quick eye seen darting between half empty streets seeming to always be watching every move of every citizen in the city. Whoever was in charge up there... they had been doing their job well, it was no doubt that if the meetings had continued then these droids would know every single one of the members, their families, their jobs, and have them under constant surveillance. Rico signed, a half defeated look borne with years of practice as he began to set up his cart for sale.
Bamboo was grown right outside the city walls, the near constant rain hardly a trouble to it for its roots took in almost all wet conditions, even allowing the plant to grow completely submerged. In point of fact the deeper the water was, the higher the bamboo would grow to reach the sun. Many citizens had taken to using the sturdy rain resistant planet to thatching their roofs with once plate shingle became to expensive to afford, and so within the last few months Rico's meager Bamboo business had been given him quite a steady income.
Several hours had passed making the occasional sale now and again. He would wait a few more hours before taking the rest to the imperial garrison. He was doubtful they would purchase anything from the likes of him, but the perception of ambition might get him close enough to the base to see if anything was going on up there. It was nearing close to the 1 year anniversary of the occupation and if he knew the Imperial mind... they would not let the event go unmarked. -- a shimmer of red light drew his attention. A R-1 Recon droid had hovered just out of the path of two cards moving into the alleyway it had just occupied and it hesitated a moment... watching him. The behavior was odd, even for a droid. He held contact with the droid for a moment, allowing it to see his down trodden defeated expression before he sadly turned his head away from the droid as if to see to picking up shop and moving off. He expected the droid to move, but it didn't. Moments later the droid was joined by another one - then another. Rico blinked, seeing one of these things hold still for a moment was odd... but seeing three, monitoring the same grid section, at the same time... remaining stable... it was unheard of. Rico blinked again... then his eyes narrowed to the side of the Recon Droid's optic node and he smirked, ducking his head instantly to hide the betraying expression. The Droid had been sliced... He looked up for a moment and then noticed all three had. He watched the Droids for a moment, three of them... enough for... The First Recon droids red optic bar blinked off for a moment, then back on... the second did a moment later, and within another moment or two all three recon droids were blinking off and on in what seemed to be a perfectly random bit of code. Rico watched, unblinking, unmoving for several long seconds as the code played over in his mind and even though he had been in deep cover for years now, the code was burned so deep into his memory he read it as if he had learned it the day prior, and the message was quite simple. "Shadow has been Activated"
"Here's where the fun begins..."
Rico muttered softly to himself as he stood straight and nodded his head slightly before cracking his neck to hide the affirmation he had received the code. The three recon droids then buzzed upwards into the air above market street. It was just passed mid day and several hundred people had been buzzing about up and down the street, regardless of the near constant rain. Rico found that he now was not the only one that had noticed the Droids odd behavior and within moments most of the streets occupance were looking up in wonder at the recon droids. The Three were joined by several more... buzzing in from all over the city leaving whole grids empty of surveillance. They began to form a grip pattern above the entire street and finally when they all were hovering silently a Viper Class Imperial Probe droid hovered above the entire group, it had been fitted with a jerry-rigged hologram projector and It more than most bore the perfectly visible signs of a slicers hack. The droids... dozens of them now... were no longer under the control of the First Order. Rico shook his head unable to hide the smirk. It would have taken him months to find, isolate, slice, and reprogram all of these droids... but if the message was accurate and Shadow really was on the planet, then the First Order, and Jabiim as a whole was in for a show.
"CITIZENS OF JABIIM"
The words were not only spoken from the Viper, but were relayed through the vocals of all of the R-1 recon droids so the booming announcement caused the entire street to stop and look up the nearest droid, and then towards the Viper. Several citizens began muttering to themselves, pointing but not sure of what to do with the current situation other than watch. A stormtrooper patrol or two had also paused, their heads turning side to side as if noticing the odd behavior of the droids for the first time. all looking towards their patrol leaders for a sign of what to do... three patrol leaders of all three unites within range of the street simply held still, watching the recon droids. The Viper finally moved, turning in circles projecting a shaky hologram image of a figure cloaked from head to toe in dark blue and black robes - pieces of clone trooper armor - pieces of leather armor - and even a Mandolorian shoulder pad with several strands of hair falling from the piece of armor. Just off center of the breastplate, right over the heard was a symbol that would have been known to few on this world, the symbol of the Bothan Clan Alya. The figure stood still before the hologram dropped a First Order stormtrooper helmet and the head of the occupant rolled out before the image passed from the holograms origin pad - still the image was clear to all, then the figure spoke - a voice soft but strong.
"Citizens of Jabiim... 2 days ago... 14 stormtroopers were slaughtered and their blood and armor sent a clear sign to the First Order..."
The Image of him faded for a moment and several hologram projections of the dead bodies, the blood, and the large 14 written in blood over the Barracks wall was visible. The images rotated for several moments before falling still upon the large bloody 14. Then the image faded and the figure's hologram returned. Several troopers were already raising their blasters towards the hologram, and the droids, taking up defensive positions out of habit as they looked to their squad leaders who each stood still and mute watching the hologram.
"14 dead... to mark the 14 days that remained until their 1 year occupation of YOUR WORLD! For 248 days you... the citizens of Jabiim have borne with meager tolerance the iron fist around your throat, squeezing the life from you and your planet. Your children starve... your old die of diseases easily cured but for the proper supplies... supplies the FIRST ORDER keeps from your reach with their taxation. Your tolerance extends to the Army that they have marched through your gates... which has killed your brothers, your sisters..."
His Image faded again, and a holo recording of the murder that had taken place weeks ago on this very street played before their eyes, undeniable proof of his words. It focused on the troopers, then several faces as each turned its head away from the one being beaten and left to die in the streets, and yet still the voice spoke...
"You've turned your head from the suffering of your own people..."
His voice hung in the air for a moment as the images were replayed for effect. Many of the citizens in the silence began to mutter amongst themselves, several turning to look at the stormtroopers keeping their positions in the city streets, obviously tense, still looking to their squad commanders for orders which didn't come. The Image of the figure returned and the silence was broken.
"My name is Shadow... and I was born to a planet who has seen the same occupation, the same war, the same cowardice and fear that I see before me on Jabiim. I was once where you are now... beaten down into the dirt. One stood for me then, as I stand for you now. Gadriel'lya, a Bothan of the Jedi Order. His army helped liberate my planet... and in his name... I have come to liberate yours."
Rico's eyes were already filling with tears as he watched his leaders form speak to the people of Jabiim. He looked over his shoulder at the still from of a StormTrooper unit commander and noticed he hadn't even raised his blaster. Imperial command structure had allowed the broadcast to continue as long as it had, none of the troopers would act without their leaders order... that meant... Shadow was here - now, and this was just a recording. He blinked backing up - his eyes darting this way and that - instantly on alert as he reaching into his cart and pulled a sharpened piece of bamboo from the pile keeping it hidden, but ready as the broadcast continued.
"I've sent my message to the First Order... and now I send one to you... Citizens of Jabiim, you have 12 days. Move your young, your old, and those of you without the stomach for what will come out of the city. In 12 days... those of you that remain... shall see my wonders..."
"Fire!"
"Fire!"
"Fire!"
In unison the three squad leaders called out to their men and without hesitation the stormtrooper squads opened fire at the R-1 recon droids hovering over the city street. The moment blaster fire was heard the citizens on the street darted this way and that, ducking under cover - into back alleys - anywhere to get away from the reign of droid and blaster fire that would come. The R-1 droids exploded on impact - the troopers making short work of them, but when they turned their fire to the Viper droid it had already exploded, its self destruct modified to go off when the R-1's had been destroyed to prevent any recovery of the droid's command systems that might give a clue as to Shadow's tactics in slicing the droids command functions to pull his little broadcast off. The street had emptied in moments... everyone that had seen the broadcast was now gone, leaving their wares and their carts in the middle of the street most to afraid... or perhaps to smart to go back for them. When the Troopers had regained their senses it was without a doubt they would arrest anyone they found on the street who had seen the message. Hundreds... had seen the message, and that news would spread throughout the city and by morning there wouldn't be a being alive within Choal that didn't know...
The war for Jabiim had just begun.
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Post by Altair Sirraf on Feb 26, 2017 19:04:43 GMT -8
Lucian peered up from his datapad long enough to smirk at the goings on between the padawan and the master. They had a ways to go yet if they were going to track down anyone, especially If the one they were tracking wanted to evade being found or such. He glanced to the side looking at kaiya a moment before raising his eyebrows high enough to see the Jedi master reply. He forced himself to not chuckle but just as it was another shuttle broke through the entry way and landed some ways off. As the docking ramp lowered a relatively young half-bothan woman walked down the way - her hooves clopping loudly upon the hanger bay floor. She looked about for a moment as if to get her barings and then moved off towards one of the exits moving towards the cloning facilities where Jez had ordered her to report.
Lucian's datapad beeped but he didn't check it, no doubt Jez asking after him again. However he did pull up a world map of Felucia looking at it for a moment a section of the screen beeping red - the vanishing place - he clicked on the image and a full schematic of the prison came up, a map made by Gadriel himself detailing the hidden passages that Ramius had used and the lower dungeons where he had kept the Jedi prisoners he took, including Gadriels own wife Raven, not for the first time in many years Lucian wished the Jedi was still alive. He sighed and clicked again on the image and uploaded the image to the bases computer. He knew that Niam would find it if he needed it.
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Post by Altair Sirraf on Feb 22, 2017 19:46:49 GMT -8
Lucian lowered his head as Aerandir's attention passed to the Ordo sister. He lowered his head slightly and took a step back to stand next to Kaiya, winking at her briefly before looking back to Ellie as she spoke of the one they were searching for. He remembered thinking of the V-wing airspeeders they had brought from the ship, and if a scan of the jungle was necessary they might prove useful to the Ordo sisters. For the moment however he remained silent, simply watching and listening.
A moment after Ellie fell silent he pulled out his DataPad as if to check something she had said, but updates had been coming in from the rest of his team and he had ordered them to keep him updated regardless of his presence or not. The Troops he had landed had secured the Cloning Facilities and removed any unnecessary personal. Jez had sent a request for the fleets head medic, Awen, to be moved from the cruiser planetside to consult on their mission. The half-bothan woman knew Gadriel for years and if anyone had been infomed of the fallen Jedi's research on this planet it would have been her. ~Good call Jez~ he thought before his eyes flickered towards the sky for the courier that would bring her.
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Post by Altair Sirraf on Feb 20, 2017 9:20:04 GMT -8
He has been rebuilt top to bottom at least twice. And Luke did maintenance on him while he owned him.
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