Whill Shaman Dažbog
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Post by Whill Shaman Dažbog on Sept 7, 2014 17:38:43 GMT -8
Mastigophorous was a city that was located on the planet Drall, to the north west of the Boiling Sea
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Viox Savage
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Post by Viox Savage on Apr 25, 2018 21:43:33 GMT -8
Mastigophorous - Detention Center.
Avernus Maric sat on the cot in his cell. Garbed in a plain cloth tunic, with a neural disruptor collar around his neck, he contemplated how he had managed to work his way into this position. Under the guise of working for the First Order, he had been sent to Drall to gather intel on the nearest Alliance forces, as well as acquire a new prototype medical device that would be useful to his true employer, the Blackguard Reborn. Sith'ari Savage, being a Grand Moff within the First Order, was able to get him fake credentials to make it seem as though he was really a First Order ISB agent. And for the most part, the ruse worked. This time, however, was different. He got caught. How, he wasn't sure. At least not entirely. It was still a blur. Though the tranquilizer dart in his neck probably had something to do with it. There was still a swollen bump where it had broken his pale skin. Obviously those who had captured him had some skill at apprehending Sith. Most normal security forces would shoot first and ask questions later. Clearly someone had leaked his credentials to someone who knew what they were doing. And, realistically, ISB agent or not, he was a tempting target. On paper anyways. In person, well that was a different matter entirely. Having graduated at the top of his class at the Iridonia Academy, he had been personally selected by Viox Savage. Enduring several months of rigorous training, he had become an assassin and intelligence agent...and whatever else the Sith'ari required him to be. He was good at what he did. Manipulating people. Digging around in their minds. Utterly breaking a person without laying a finger on them. He enjoyed it. He reveled in it. It was his forte. Unfortunately, he had to work is way out of his current predicament in order to continue doing what he enjoyed. Knowing the First Order protocol on captured agents, a team of Imperial Knights would be sent. Hand picked by the ISB Director themselves. In the meantime, he'd enjoy toying with the guards and interrogators until the arrived. So far, they had been easily manipulated and fooled. The only way they'd extract anything from him was through rigorous torture. And no one within the Alliance had the stomach to pursue such an option. So he liked his chances. He'd be free soon enough. Either on his own, or from the extraction team that was on it's way. Sliding up against the wall, he crossed his legs and closed his eyes. Aside from some meditation, there wasn't much else he could do.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 28, 2018 22:23:04 GMT -8
Midnight Squad have been spending the last few days in misery, guarding the cell block of Avernus Maric, a captured First Order spy. They'd been brought in specifically for this task. Never before have they been given a task so dull. They'd been used to going on more exciting missions, like reconnaissance, assassination, hostage rescue, bomb defuse, or even raids.
The extremely low activity was driving Vorik out of his mind. "To hell with this!" Vorik yelled as he stood up, which startled both Drez and Jacky, who were out cold on nearby beds. "I'm about to lose my mind! We've been here for days doing nothing but guard this lump of trash in the cell." Vorik continued as he pointed at the prisoner spy. "He's been toying with all of our brains, yet he still can't get into your brain, Drez. I say we just kill him and get this over with!" Vorik continued as he pulled out his carbine.
Drez detached a vibroblade from his wrist and threw it towards Vorik's weapon, taking it cleanly from his hand and nailing it right next to the doorway where Izmar had just walked in from.
"Woah! What's going on here?" Izmar asked as he looked at the nailed weapon. He had just come back from the mess room with a few caffeine drinks.
"Nothing new. Just Vorik having another fuss about how boring it is here." Jacky answered with a big yawn.
"I can't blame him." Izmar shrugged while placing down the drinks on the desk. "But the prisoner isn't toying with Drez's head. Shouldn't you try interrogating him, Drez?"
"Last time I did that, someone died." Drez replied sleepily. "I know that someone is going to try to rescue him anyways, that's why I'm not worried about the slow days. We need a couple of slow days in our lives, don't we?" He said with a smile before shutting his eyes to continue sleeping.
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Viox Savage
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Post by Viox Savage on Apr 29, 2018 12:25:01 GMT -8
From down the hall, where is captors and guards were located, he could hear them complaining about how boring the assignment of guarding him was. Chuckling to himself, he sighed. Boredom was the least of their worries, should he get free. Though, with the neural disruptor clamped around his neck, he was not exactly the fearsome Sith they had come to expect. While not being cooperative, he wasn't exactly being difficult either. For the time being, they had him at a disadvantage. They knew it and he knew it. No sense in making the situation more difficult for himself. Besides, the games he was still capable of playing with the soldiers was amusing to him. With the neural disruptor, he was effectively cut off from using any abilities, but he could still sense things beyond the cell. It was difficult to make out anything with exact precision, mind you, but at this point he could sense something...though it was unclear exactly what it was. All he gathered was a sense of urgency and the desire to suddenly be anywhere else but confined within his cell. Something was coming. And it wasn't a rescue team, as far as he could tell...
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Faina Delvardus
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Post by Faina Delvardus on Apr 29, 2018 21:20:46 GMT -8
Mastigophorus Starport
Exiting the civilian transport along with the other passengers, Faina patiently joins the queue for customs, confident that the cover identity of a that she has been provided will withstand any scrutiny that it comes under. Given that the strong possibility that the First Order's ISB agent has been captured, the precaution is a necessary one; while there are other ways that the Imperial Knight might have reached the city undetected, arriving under the guise of a simple tourist minimizes the risk that she will draw any undue attention to herself as she endeavors to discover what has befallen Maric.
As there are several hours before she is to rendezvous with the rest of the team chosen to investigate why Maric missed a scheduled check in and, if necessary, attempt to extract him, Faina uses the time to familiarize herself with the city, its denizens, and its overall feel. The Drall being species known for their dignity and gentleness, the city seems tranquil overall, orderly in its unique way, and there are no indications that its general populace has learned of any danger that a captured intelligence agent might warrant the, being warned of; which means only that, should Maric indeed have been burned and captured, those that have effected the capture have not made it public knowledge.
Her tour of the city complete, Faina checks into the hotel she will be staying and, when the time arrives, makes her way to the tapecafe where the rendezvous with the rest of the team is to be held. Picking a booth at the rear of the pleasantly crowded, noisy establishment that has a clear view of all entrances and exits, Faina orders a stimcaf and settles in to wait.
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Supreme Wolfgang
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Post by Supreme Wolfgang on Apr 29, 2018 23:16:26 GMT -8
Mastigophorus Spaceport.
The Dreadnaught-Class Heavy cruiser, Corsair, settled into position above Mastigophorus' main spaceport. The shuttles carrying the Tof landing parties, however, proceeded to the ground. Upon landing, the Tof pirates, followed by the Zabrak and human recruits that had joined them, flooded out of the shuttles. Blaster fire rang out as the spaceport's security forces were gunned down. Supreme Wolfgang, armed with his pistol in one hand, and a cutlass in the other, made his way into the main building. As his men moved to secure the building, Wolfgang found a desk to stand to stand upon and bellowed loudly to those around. The desk, however, groaned in protest as the eight hundred pound being stood on it.
"'tis a raid! We aren't lookin' t' scuttle more folk than necessary. If ye'd be so kind as t' put yer valuables in th' sacks bein' handed around, we'll be on our way."
As one of his men approached him, he took the datapad containing an image of Avernus Maric on it.
"Also, we be lookin' fer this strappin' fellow. If ye could point us in th' proper direction, it'd be greatly appreciated."
As he looked around, waiting to see if any of the terrified people would speak up, without turning around, he leveled his pistol at the guard trying to sneak up on him. Looking down at him, he grinned from beneath his beard.
"Ye might wants t' reconsider, matey. These folks don't needs ye t' be playin' hero now, do they?"
The terrified guard paled and shook his head rapidly.
"That's a good lad, now scurry off 'n get out o' me sight afore I change me mind..."
Firing a shot off into the air to get everyone's attention, he hollered above the frightened screams.
"Ye see, we be sort o' on a bit o' a schedule. We don't 'ave time t' wait 'n see who'll come fore wit' th' information we seek. Give us wha' we wants, otherwise I'll start puttin' a bolt between scallywags's eyes, startin' wit' th' wenches 'n sprogs..."
Wolfgang was getting annoyed now. And as if to emphasis his point, he aimed his pistol at the nearest woman and pulled the trigger.
"We don't 'ave all day! Start natterin'! Now!"
Slowly several people raised their hands, reluctantly. Motioning for his men to get the information he sought, he called to his men as he jumped down from the desk he had been using as a stage. The Tof landed with a heavy THUD. Sheathing his cutlass, he barked orders.
"Grab a handful o' captives, they'll come in handy later. Get th' valuables back onto a shuttle 'n send it t' th' Deadwood. 'n get two more groups o' scallywags down here. 'n make sure me brother be ready!"
As his orders were carried out, he gathered a dozen men and made his way out of the space port. Finding several parked speeders and bikes, they pirates commandeered them and took off towards the detention facility that held their prize...
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Post by Brock Ferrum on Apr 30, 2018 16:15:12 GMT -8
Brock's trip down to Drall had been almost completely uneventful. With a valid Corellian ID and his status a former Jedi all it took was a bit of editing to remove mention of the Imperial Knights to let him pretty much passed through customs without hitch. Honestly he was kind of disappointed that he hadn't had to come up with a properly dashing fake persona for this mission, although the stupid robes he had to wear were just as itchy as he remembered. Sometimes things were just so dull and he hated that. So, to occupy his time he spent most of the trip napping, seeing no reason not to be as rested as possible come planetfall. At the spaceport (before those crazy pirates showed up) he got a nice meal before heading out into the city.
He had actually been to Mastigophorous twice when he had been a student at the Corellian Jedi Academy more than 20 years ago. A lot had changed in the city since then, but a lot had stayed the same as well. It took only a few minutes on public transport to get to the nondescript Hotel he had been assigned for the mission. The first thing he did was strip down and take a long shower. Having competed that glorious and very important task he changed into less obvious civilian dress, and slid some of his knives into hidden locations. There was no reason not to be obviously armed in the city but it was better to appease the peace loving Drall by seeming to be unarmed and peace loving. Hiding both lightsabers underneath some floorboards that he forced to become suddenly loose, he makes his way out.
After a bit more wondering he makes his way to the tapecaf he almost immediately sees Faina in the back he slips nimbly through the crowded establishment to slide into the booth next to Faina, purposefully leaving the other side of the table empty, mostly just to annoy her. Then just to add a bit more theator he smoothly yawns, holding his hands in the air for a moment before dropping them down, letting his right arm fall down on her shoulder. How's it going hot stuff? He tops it all of with his best smile.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 30, 2018 19:46:10 GMT -8
The screams and blaster fire in the city could be heard from inside the prison, putting Midnight Squad on high alert. Jacky tried to wake Drez up. "Drez! Drez!" She yelled as she shook him violently.
"I'm up!" Drez yelled back, half asleep. "Damn girl! What's going on?"
"I don't know yet, but it's not good." Jacky replied as she pulled out her DC-17m pistol.
Izmar picked up a datapad. With a few touches and swipes, he opened up the camera feed of the city. "Hostile forces on the ground. They don't look like First Order troops to me."
"They're definitely here for that scum prisoner!" Vorik roared as he warmed up his Z-6 rotary blaster cannon, barrels spinning.
Drez had already stood up and pressed a button on the back of his gloved hand. Engineered by himself, his ARF trooper armor quickly built itself around his black body glove. He then took the datapad from Izmar and took a look at the commotion.
"How come he gets all the cool tech?" Izmar muttered under his breath.
"What do you want us to do?" Jacky asked.
"Lockdown this detention hall. I don't want anything coming in or out." Drez ordered as he made his way over to the First Order prisoner to make sure his cell was reinforced properly. The other 3 members barricaded the doors and windows in the detention hall while also erecting plasma shields on the ground around the prisoner's cell as cover to any incoming blaster fire while also setting up deadly traps around the entrances.
"Contact Vice Admiral Hargrave. Tell him we got a situation." Drez ordered Vorik, who in return nodded in acknowledgement.
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Panno
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Post by Panno on May 1, 2018 9:16:08 GMT -8
Unlike his fellow Imperial Knights Panno did not enter the city through any sort of legal means. No he had come with the pirate crew that was now rampaging through the city. Having initially brought them the information regarding the captured agent Panno was now starting to regret that. At best this group of pirates were a rouge faction, at worse a liability. By the time the round had shot the woman square in the chest the security on the planet would be amped up. Looking every bit the part of a scallywag himself, Panno was not dressed as a traditional Imperial Knight. Instead he wore a red Cuirass to protect his vital organs embroidered with three rhombuses on the back. On either arm was a modified version of the Imperial Knight gauntlets minus the Imperial insignia. All of this covered in baggy clothes covered in Norris Root dye so as to better blend in.
As the rest of the pirates ran off into the city Panno slipped away while everyone was busy collecting the hostages. Leaving in the opposite direction of the pirates he heard them rampage through the streets. Screams and shouts mixed with the occasional gunfire and swarms of people moving in the opposite direction.
Thankfully the rendezvous was not to far away and he made it there with very little issues. Walking down the street Panno was able to see Brock entering the cafe; at least he wouldnt be the first one there. Walking in a few moments behind the man he sat down with them and rubbed his neck awkwardly.
So uhm... we may need to move the timetable up considerably. Oh and hi.
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Faina Delvardus
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Post by Faina Delvardus on May 1, 2018 18:06:50 GMT -8
Fortunately for Brock, who seldom, if ever, concerns himself with first ascertaining the mood of an audience before visiting his brand of humor upon them, Faina's attention when he arrives and visits his brand of humor upon her prior to attempting to gauge whether or not she appears to be in a mood receptive or conducive to humor is on a nearby holonews feed where an account of the events at the city's starport, events now evidently spilling over into the city streets, accompanied by shaky datapad cam footage obviously taken from civilians who felt filming the starport attack was a priority despite the danger they were in, is being played.
Lifting a finger to bid Brock to be still and silent despite the odds against either happening for very long, if at all, Faina does not take her attention from the holonews footage until Panno, the third member of the team sent to investigate the lack of contact from the First Order's missing intelligence agent, joins them and, displaying an excellent grasp of the obvious, points out that they may need to adjust their plans in light of the fact that the pirates are, so it seems, here on Drall to take the very First Order Intelligence agent she and her fellow Imperial Knights are here to find as their booty.
Arching an eyebrow when she looks from the holonews to Panno and, unless his sense of fashion has radically changed, determines not only how it is that the Dresselian chose to reach Drall, but also one possible way that the ravaging pirates learned of a First Order Intelligence Agent worth plundering in the first place. Lifting her left hand and massaging the bridge of her nose with the prosthetic fingers of her cybernetic hand, Faina asks Panno, "You would not happen to have anything to do with that need to accelerate the . . . waving her hand with a weary sigh, Faina says with only a slight trace of exasperation evident in her tone, Never mind. Nodding her chin towards the screen as she stands up, Faina shrugs and, by way of forgiving Panno his part in the whole pirateness of it all, says, They would appear to have saved us the trouble of determining where our missing friend has gotten too, and if we are very lucky indeed they might serve as a rather convenient distraction for us to take advantage of while we infiltrate that where when we get there. How it is that civilians knew of the capture of the intelligence agent and where he is being held so that the pirates were able to learn where the proverbial X on their treasure map could be found is, Faina supposes, beside the point, and so she does not dwell on the matter for long at all, instead, sweeping an arm out towards the doors beyond which the distant sounds of chaos can be heard, she asks, Shall we go and track some pirates? As she walks purposefully towards the exit, she points out dryly, It should not be too much of a challenge from the sound of things."
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Post by Brock Ferrum on May 1, 2018 20:41:02 GMT -8
Brock silences himself at Faina's gesture turning to watch the holocast with her. Despite his general apparent obliviousness to the moods of others he remains silently watching for the minute or so it takes for the third member of their team arrives. Looking the Dresselian up and down he's a little confused by the fashion statement until Faina starts talking and Brock begins to laugh, putting the pieces of the puzzle together. There was no way he was going to let the older Knight live this one down. Still laughing he follows the grandmaster toward the door as an Idea starts to form. Mind if we make a quick stop? He asks as he starts to lead the group back toward his hotel, conveniently located a few blocks away, between the cafe and the starport.
After a very quick costume change Brock was once again dressed as a Jedi Knight, complete with the itchy green robes of the Corellian Jedi. His old jedi lightsaber was hanging prominently on his belt while his Imperial Knight saber was tucked further back into the shadows of his robes. It was unlikely anyone would recognize the weapon by it's hilt, and there would be no hiding his companions weapons once things got going, but there was no point in being any more obvious than you have to be. The trio arrived at the spaceport just in time to see a dozen or so men make their way away from the scene in what looked to be stolen speeders and speederbikes. Pointing at the group he flashes a smile to his companions. Anyone want odds on where they might be going?
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Panno
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Post by Panno on May 2, 2018 15:37:10 GMT -8
Once again Panno was glad for his lack of mammalian genes else wise he would be blushing at the issues the pirates brought on. When he had originally approached them he was under the impression they would be professionals. Clearly they were professional pains in the ass and just went gallivanting into the city. Thankfully the Grandmaster didn't seem to perturbed.
On the plus side they wont be looking for First Order members right now.
Following them out Panno truly couldn't understand how Brock was laughing at a time like this. Sure he may look silly but it was functional. This wasn't a laughing matter. People were dying by his hand. These thoughts way heavy on him as Brock changed outfits down the road.
You were laughing at me meanwhile you are wearing that?
The area around the spaceport was vacant of people besides the pirates. The local law enforcement had made a sort of line of protection in case the pirates were to come this way. What little resistance they would be able to put up would be minimal at best. Thankfully they were only trying to keep deadly pirates coming towards them. They weren't exactly looking for three people heading towards the spaceport. As the dozen pirates left the area Panno turned towards Brock.
So Mr. Jedi, when we touched down here they took prisoners. Looks like they haven't taken them up to their ships yet; don't you think we should free them?
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Viox Savage
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Post by Viox Savage on May 4, 2018 15:41:57 GMT -8
Seated calmly on the cot within his cell, Avernus simply observed the soldier that had come in to inspect his cell. Although a pointless act, as Avernus had already confirmed that the cell was more than adequately secured to keep the likes of him contained, the slowly increasing sounds of blaster fire and panicked screams could be heard. With a sly smile, he addressed the trooper. His voice was smooth and calm, no traces of malevolence at all.
"You do know that whatever is happening, is happening because of me. I missed my last check-in. Which immediately puts ISB on alert. After so many hours of silence from me, they assume the worst and send in a...retrieval team."
Although he doubted the First Order would simply barge in and start shooting up the place. But it was known that some of the Imperial Knights under the Emperor's employ were...less than trustworthy. Perhaps a leak decided it would be better to inform either the Alliance or a third-party of his whereabouts, and see what happened. Or perhaps Viox had placed a bounty on his head, upon learning of his failure. Either option held merit, though the latter was certainly less appealing to him. And in either case, he held enough credits on his person, or rather with his personal effects, that he could pay a large sum of credits to ensure he could return to Iridonia unimpeded. Still studying and observing the trooper, he spoke.
"You seem to be a man of principles, no? Honor-bound to your morals and all that? I have a proposition for you, if I may be so inclined to make the suggestion...?"
Maric knew that trying to bribe a soldier of this caliber was futile. But perhaps he could work out some other sort of terms with the man. Everyone had a price. He just needed to find it.
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Post by Picas Dixon on May 5, 2018 12:14:54 GMT -8
Karrus Opin had left Dantooine one and a half years ago, taking it upon himself to gather intelligence on the prevalent monstrous factions of the galaxy. He and Picas had been indisposed for too long, and he needed to catch up. Unfortunately for him, he was not the intelligence-gathering type, and had utterly failed in gathering any useful intelligence to take back to the Enclave. That was, of course, until he had heard that a First Order agent had been captured. To question him would be... well, it would make his long journey worthwhile.
Karrus had had a colourful past. He had once called himself a member of the Sith Order, and turned to the Light Side to give himself to his partner, Picas, in the one true relationship that made him feel complete. His experiences made him a novel Jedi; not very traditional and prone to angry outbursts. His heart was in the right place, however.
One would have thought that he would have learned not to wear his Jedi robes in public. It drew too much attention. And yet, as he neared the entrance to the detention facility, everyone's attention was on very loud speeders approaching recklessly. A bad feeling settled in his stomach. His unique experiences and talents may come in useful, after all. He quickly entered the detention facility, looking for anyone who could help.
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Post by Picas Dixon on May 6, 2018 12:05:57 GMT -8
"Erm, hello?"
Karrus found the entrance unblocked and entered. The distinctive whine of the speeders approaching made his heart beat faster and made his pace ever more hasty. He definitely had a bad feeling about this. "Is anyone there?"
The Jedi walked into what looked like an initial inspection room, probably one that would see new detainees searched and processed before being detained. Computer terminals lined the walls and a few heavily-armed men and women stood by the entrance. Each one had a gun pointed to Karrus, who held his hands up quickly and grimaced. "Wait! Don't shoot; I'm a Jedi, and I think you're going to need my help!"
He shoved a thumb over his shoulder to emphasise the proximity of the danger.
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Faina Delvardus
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Post by Faina Delvardus on May 7, 2018 18:39:01 GMT -8
Starport
Faina, dressed in dark colored, nondescript civilian attire including a peacoat, looks only a quarter as impatient as she truly feels when Brock requests that they make a detour so that, it is eventually revealed, he can make a wardrobe change that, as Panno points out later, is on par in terms of how much it will stick out with what the Dresselian has elected to wear. Having used the time Brock spent changing into his old Jedi attire to retrieve the disassembled pieces of her lightsaber, concealed within the space available in her cybernetic prosthetic forearm to get them through customs undetected, and assemble the weapon so that she will have it available if needed going forward, Faina says little as she and her fellow Imperial Knights make their way to the city's starport.
Learning where the dozen pirates heading away from the starport are bound for is, in terms of completing their mission, a high priority, but Panno is also correct in pointing out that, tangental to their mission though it may be, freeing the civilians from the pirates that Panno had traveled to Drall in the company of is a moral imperative their unwritten code all but demands they consider the higher priority. Her curt tone making it evident she is not seeking input but issuing orders, Faina tells Brock, "Panno is right. You, she looks at Brock, trail the pirates that left. Report in once their destination has been revealed, and then hold and wait for us to join you once we have freed the civilians. Arching an eyebrow to convey to Brock that she is acknowledging his ability to judge whether or not to decide if it is prudent to disobey her order to hold if the situation appears to warrant it, Faina adds, If you deem it necessary to act before we can rejoin you, report in as often as possible to update us. Looking from Brock to Panno, the left corner of her lips curls up ever so slightly in what might be an amused smile or even a signal she is making a joke despite the fact her tone remains crisp and dry as Faina says, Your wardrobe choice might come in handy it seems, and then gestures towards the spaceport while asking, Will the pirates recognize you enough not to shoot you on sight, or will we need to be stealthy about making our way inside to look for where the prisoners are being held?"
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Supreme Wolfgang
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Post by Supreme Wolfgang on May 7, 2018 19:23:56 GMT -8
Detention Center
Supreme Wolfgang and over two dozen of his fellow pirates were approaching the detention center that held their prize. According to the one named 'Panno', the First Order agent would be under lock and key, guarded by a squad of Galactic Alliance soldiers. But that wouldn't be an issue for the Tof. His large stature and incredible brute strength would be very useful in the upcoming jailbreak. As the speeders slowed and came to a stop, Wolfgang dismounted and began walking towards the building, as his men set up a perimeter, using the stolen speeders as cover. Bellowing loudly, he hollered at the inhabitants inside the building.
"It seems ye 'ave somethin' we wants. Hand 'im o'er 'n this needn't get messy...I be nah a patient scallywag, however, so ye 'ave five minutes t' decide, or we come through those doors 'n slaughter all o' ye!"
Considering the price a captured First Order agent would fetch, those inside should have considered themselves lucky that he didn't just barge in there, guns blazing and take what he wanted.
Spaceport
Having rounded up any civilians of any worth, the pirates were busy loading them on to shuttles bound for the Deadwood. The Corsair remained hovering in the skies above the starport, providing overwatch and support, should the need arise. Having secured the landing zone, the pirates dug in, waiting for their Supreme to return with their intended prize.
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Post by Deleted on May 7, 2018 19:28:41 GMT -8
While Midnight Squad still had their blasters aimed at the stranger's head, Drez tried to use what he knew of the Force to reach out into the stranger's senses. After a few long seconds, Drez held out his hands to his squadmates. The other 3 members of the squad held their blasters down, away from the stranger.
"He's here to help us." Drez informed them. "I sensed it from him."
A sigh of relief breezed through the squad, yet their hearts were still pounding hard. The enemies were still yet to come, but a Jedi helping them made them feel more secure and mentally stable.
"Always glad to have a Jedi on board with us." Vorik and Izmar saluted. They were clone troopers and it was in their nature to respect Jedi.
"What's your name, master Jedi?" Jackie asked, still on high alert for any intruders.
Meanwhile, the gang of pirates had arrived outside the detention building. The squad and the Jedi heard the threats of the largest pirate of them all. Checking the datapad, his body was so huge, none of them wanted to face him alone.
"Save the introductions later. We got a fight on our hands." Drez ordered as he readied and concealed a vibroblade.
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Post by Brock Ferrum on May 7, 2018 20:27:30 GMT -8
Brock breaks out in a big smile as orders are given. He was glad the the civilians were a priority and would be getting the help they need, but he was equally grateful that he had been sent off to deal with the pirates. Yes, technically he had been sent off to watch and report on the pirates but he knew Faina wouldn't have sent him without knowing the odds of him jumping into the fray were extremely high. With a flash of teeth and a quick two fingered salute to his friend Brock winks and then disappears into a green streak of light as he draws on the force to move at superhuman speeds to jump start his pursuit.
He only keeps that up long enough to get the speeders in sight again before dropping back to a normal job and following the sounds of reckless driving and screaming all the way to the detention center. Brock had spent years tracking people through all kinds of terrain but nothing in his experience had been as easy as tracking rowdy pirates through crowded city streets. They weren't trying to cause damage or havoc but their vary nature had people screaming and running from them as they made their way a surprisingly short distance away from the spaceport. He makes his way to the roof of a nearby 3 story building as the pirate begins making his demands and such. Unable to resist the flair for the dramatic he steps up to the corner nearest the pirates and draws on the force to enhance his voice, striking a properly heroic pose with the wind whipping his green jedi robes around as his voice booms out to the pirates from 3 stories up. This is your one chance villains, Be gone from here or you will all perish. An emphasis is placed on the last word as it echoes unnaturally around the plaza in front of the detention center.
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Viox Savage
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Post by Viox Savage on May 7, 2018 22:55:51 GMT -8
Being ignored was rather rude, thought Maric, as he watched the trooper leave the room without so much as a word in response. He was cooperating. And he was being rather civilized in doing so. And yet he was ignored. Not that it mattered now. Having been able to lift the key to the neural disruptor strapped around his neck, Avernus reached up to the back of his neck and slid the key home. With a slow twist to the left, followed by a satisfying click, the low hum of the disruptor faded and the collar fell from his neck and clattered noisily on the floor. Rolling his head back and left and right, he rolled his shoulders. Freedom. What a wonderful feeling. The Force filled him. The ebb and flow of the darkness permeated his every fiber. His very being. Eyes now a startling yellow, due to the taint of the dark side, he was free to leave this place. Extending his hand and focusing on the lock, he allowed the tendrils of the Force to flow around it. Once finding the correct application of pressure, he opened his cell. For being a Core World, one would think security would be just a bit more technologically advanced and not so...archaic. As the cell door swung open, Maric stepped out. Inhaling deeply, he exhaled slowly. Noticing the detainee locker out of the corner of his eye, he walked over to it and opened it. Inside were his personal effects. His black tunic and cloak, boots, gauntlets and his lightsaber. Stripping off the plain civilian garb, he quickly donned his tunic and cloak. Pulling his boots on next, he then slipped his gloves on and retrieved his lightsaber hilt. Running his fingers over the ebony hilt, he grinned malevolently. Glancing down the corridor where his guards were, his fingers curled around the hilt.
"Time to be the bad guy again, it seems..."
Walking down the corridor, he thumbed the activation stud. The ruby-red lightsaber blade sprang to life with the usual snap/hiss. The prototype lightsaber was his pride and joy. Running on a circular track, the hilt was no larger than a single emitter lightsaber. The hilt remained stationary, while the track spun, giving Maric the advantage of wielding a dual-bladed lightsaber, while still being able to maintain control and focus more heavily on attack. Only activating one blade for now, he chose not to use the second one yet. With a grin, the Pau'an continued walking down the corridor towards where his guards were located...
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