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Post by Shaman Chill on Mar 31, 2016 21:47:31 GMT -8
Lothal's terrain primarily consisted of prairies, semi-arid savannas, rock formations, mountains, and shallow seas.
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Post by Buh Shess Ovluv on Apr 7, 2016 16:02:10 GMT -8
*Chris Peabody, assistant to Buh Shess Ovluv, and the one who maintained the Lothal lab when the rather eccentric zoologist was away. The young man was never sure whether to feel positive or negative about his apprenticeship to the odd man; Ovluv was certainly daring and not willing to let anything get in the way of his research, but his attempts at passing on romantic advice often... entwined with his research, leading to the occasional screw-up. Still, the old man was endearing in his own way, and if it weren't for that, Peabody might have sought work elsewhere a long time ago.
If Ovluv really was crazy enough to seek out the krayt dragon on Tatooine, maybe that's exactly what he would be doing after all.
But Ovluv had left him a job, to study the nek, a creature known to come from Cyborrea originally, but a breed of them seemed to exist upon Lothal as well.* "Alright, shoo," *Peabody commanded, waving off the Loth-cats that liked to occupy the research center. Ovluv seemed to favor the creatures, allowing them to come and go as they pleased through his lab. Peabody wasn't sure why, they were ugly, flat-faced creatures, and he bore more than a few scars of past entanglements, attempts to get the creatures to cooperate.
Fortunately, today they cooperated, and, grumbling, Peabody slumped down in a chair in front of a terminal. He analyzed some documents he'd collected, data known about the Cyborrean neks, and compared it to what they'd been able to gather on the Lothal variety. It seemed they responded positively to whistles. The Cyborrean variety had been given cyborg implants to keep them obedient... perhaps there was a relation? There wasn't a lot known about the Cyborrean variety, at least before they were turned into attack animals.* "Poor things," *he mumbled, then considered suggesting to Ovluv that they import some unmodified Cyborrean neks for comparison and further research somewhere down the line.
If he made it back from his dragon hunt.*
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Post by Corona on Jun 4, 2016 15:38:15 GMT -8
**The Lepi pilot guided the A-24 sleuth to the designated landing port. Port 219 was amidst the outskirts of the capitol. She flew over and did a quick turn about and brought the ship down into the landing pad. The ship hissed as it landed and the hydraulics responded. The Lepi lowered the ramp and grabbed her sachel. She slung it over her shoulder and stood. She stretched and then strode to the rear of the ship and looked about.
Seeing no one, but sensing lots of nearby movement, she suddenly stepped back towards the ship as she was suddenly uneased by the situation.**
Hello?
**The tan robed Grey Jedi asked aloud. Furry hands slowly moved towards the saber at her side.**
HOLD IT!!!
**A trio of youth stepped out with weapons raised at the Lepi. Corona froze as she also saw another 4 youngsters in various positions surrounding them. They couldn’t have been older than 16, but all looked like street kids.**
Where is your the other one?
**A young human male stepped up with a pistol leveled at her inquired.**
He’s aboard the ship just getting his stuff, he will be out in a second.
**She stayed still, her hands still frozen as her side. The young male motioned for her to move over to the two with him. She complied and moved over in between the two teenagers as she waited for the moment when The Vratix to emerge and completely confuse the group.**
<<7 teenagers, all armed and ready. Repeat the Sullust maneuver?>>
**She asked Tor with the force as she knew he was about ready to emerge.**
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Post by Tor'tghala Ishkalbdor on Jun 28, 2016 21:28:06 GMT -8
<<Sullust... We much prefer Angry Sarlacc..>>
*Tor chitters to himself, almost like he see all to happy about the way things were turning out, more happy then one should about being waylane by trouble youngsters. He takes his time, as if he were gathering supplies, when instead he was setting the ship. He grabs his weapon belt and heads to the dorsal hatch. When he was ready he stops a second.*
<<Going>>
*He clicks a button on his wrist band. The ship itself starts pouring out a thick blanket of black smoke from its exhaust ports, and once the cloud obscured a larger portion of the ship he exits the hatch. The six foot tall Vratix scurried to the edge of the ship and force jumps off the edge of the ship to land behind the trio. In his two hands he holds two single sabers. He spins them quickly and starts to chitter angrily, trying as much as he could to sound like what the Lepi had described to him as an Acklay as he could manage.*
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Post by Corona on Jul 1, 2016 18:19:25 GMT -8
**”Angry Sarlacc” she thought to herself. The Lepi’s gray nose wrinkled up slightly and she scowled at the teens awaiting the appearance of the second member. She herself kept her hands up and glanced around to get a quick survey of the youngsters and where each was located.
After a few seconds, the ship pouring smoke caused her to reach out with the force around her. As the teens were distracted by the smoke, they failed to notice the air around Corona start to shimmer as she began to tap into and harness a Force Shadow. By the time Tor emerged, she was invisible to the eye. She rammed a shoulder into one of the teens chest’s and knocked him to the ground in front of the large Vratix, and then she turned and darted towards the rear of the hanger where two more of the group were scrambling for cover after the emergence of the armed Vratix.**
“You are outclassed young ones. As you can see, my friend is a large beast and you will not see me.”
**She growled to the two in the rear while she slammed one of them against a wall and kicked out against the other hurling him from his spot out into the center of the bay near the Vratix.
The two remaining above started to open fire with blasters at Tor, while the two from directly in front of him turned and ran for cover and the one that had been knocked to the ground was scrambling backwards to try and get away from Tor.**
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Post by Tor'tghala Ishkalbdor on Jul 3, 2016 6:46:46 GMT -8
*The Vratix chitters angerily as they started to fire upon him, he ignited two yellow single bladed sabers and begins to deftly spin the blades easily deflecting the bolts aside, he didn't move towards the young people, but continued to chitter intimidatingly at them. Then he did something unexpected for a Vratix, he rears up onto genetically enhanced rear legs, they could carry his weight for short times and another two lightsabers spin to life in those "hands" as well. The Vratix took a couple lumbering steps closer to them a swirl of yellow blades spinning together almost conceals the large Vratix from view, somehow the blades never once contacting each other as they spun infront of him, after those couple steps, the lower set of sabers dissappear back into the hidden sheaths an he unleashed another angry chitter as he fell back down to his 4 limbs on the ground and speaks in basic.*
We implore you to leave, while you are given the chance. We will not give you a second chance. Flee. Or die.
*Of course it was a bluff, he wasn't about to kill misguided youth. But he would make them wish they had run. Cuts and burns heal, leaving memory of the pain. He didn't like the idea of harming them, but they were asking for it if they stayed. He stands steady, sabers poised to attack at a moments notice, poised to charge at a second glance. For being normally a gentle giant, he would look very intimidating.
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Post by Corona on Jul 15, 2016 6:17:29 GMT -8
**Corona dropped the Force Shadow as she was in their group's backlines and she wanted to divert full attention from Tor as well. Once the Shadow was dropped the teens above did as she anticipated and split their fire, an action for which she was ready. Diving forward, Corona grabbed the weapon of the youth slumped against the wall and shaking his head as he started to regain a sense of the situation. After grabbing the rifle, she moved behind some empty crates in the bay, and powered up the Concusssion Rifle. After a second, she dove out and with a quick shot she fired and knocked the two providing cover fair backwards with a heavy concussive blast and then they slumped forward from the blast. Most of the group was now disheveled and starting to run away.**
"Angry Sarlacc???"
**She remarked as she hopped up to her feet and looked about as the group began to head off in different directions slightly panicked and unsure of what just happened**
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Post by Tor'tghala Ishkalbdor on Jul 24, 2016 16:23:40 GMT -8
*Tor frowns as he put away his weapons, he stands up to his full height again and moves closer to the Lepi.*
We like to see them scatter, and we like to make an entrance... It is amusing.
*Tor chitters softly as he looked around and reaches out with the force to see what he could sense now. Maybe the lepi was right after all not that he would say such to her, it would go straight to her head. And he couldn't have that. He stops moving again as he looks to the lepi again.*
Well, now what?
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Post by Corona on Jul 31, 2016 8:07:26 GMT -8
**She stopped and looked at him expectently.**
You're the one that wanted to go on the excavation, how about you tell me whats next?
**She remarked as she crossed her arms and started walking once more. She veered towards the ship and hopped up into the ship and turned off the thick smoke, as well as the final powering down. She pulled a few proximity detectors from the area and tossed two to him, and took two herself and placed them along the entrance and near the ship.**
In case those hoodlums try coming back for anything.
**She then raised the ramp and activated the ships traps.**
Once completed she hopped up onto a crate and folded her legs inward and began to let the force flow through her. She like him wanted a better pulse of the area, especially after the introduction from the locals.**
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Post by Tor'tghala Ishkalbdor on Sept 4, 2016 11:01:45 GMT -8
Well, we are used to you just taking charge and running with it.
He chortles softly as he tries to get a rise out of the Lepi. He turns to catch the devices and set about setting them up. It made sense to protect the ship given the introduction. He tilts his head as he looks back to see her meditating again. He wasn't sure what they would find, but that wasn't what was the most important thing. Though it would be nice to find something useful out of the trip.*
Well? Find anything?
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Post by Corona on Oct 29, 2016 8:10:00 GMT -8
**The living force weaved through the Lepi as she breathed deeply and took in the entirity of its presence here on Lothal. She felt the termoil on the streets and the differing lifestyles that lead to the growing tension. Urban and rural settlements in such close proximity and a wave of differing priorities and sentiments on the planet fused as one to create the chaos that was the force here. Her eyes opened once more and she glanced over at Tor.**
"The planet is still in chaos but the force here is deep and rich with termoil and strife. We best keep our guard up at all times."
**The Lepi hopped down and grabbed her pack, then plodded towards the Vratix with a stony expression.**
"As for me taking charge, it is not may fault that you are the one that is afraid of spiders!"
**She smirked at him, then sped up and hopped onto his back and used him as her launching post to hop onto the roof of the spaceport and look about. She quickly scanned the area as she waited for him to exit as well.**
"There is something here; but what, I do not know. It is in the rural area of the planet to the west from here."
**She remarked as she felt the force pulling her in that direction.**
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Post by Tor'tghala Ishkalbdor on Nov 30, 2016 16:01:45 GMT -8
Pardon us, friend... but is it not you who was afraid of spiders..?
*The Vratix even made himself look even more imposing, rising up a time on his hind legs, spreading his others as he looms forward then comes back down onto 4.*
Especially big scary looking ones?
*he chitters again in a form of laughter and composed himself. He then stands up and nods at her.*
Well, enough fooling around, we should go and get on with this.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 8, 2017 7:11:38 GMT -8
Lancelot crouched behind the rock, calming himself as he did a final check. His four pistols were holstered and loaded. His pair of swords were in their sheaths. He then gave a flick of his wrists, causing the pair of hidden blades to extend briefly before retracting. With that checked, he gave a quick pull upon the straps, making sure they were secure. He wanted to make sure he wasn't going to lose any protection or have to contend with loose gear getting in his way. Any such mistake could lead to his death if he wasn't careful. He then pulled his hood up over his head.
As he stood up and moved out of the cover of the rock, he was confronted by a seemingly abandoned village. A series of smaller houses branched out from a central large building that looked to be some sort of mansion. Rumour was, that a Rainbow Gem was hidden in the basement of the mansion. Which was what had brought a small gang of treasure hunters here seeking it. Though, treasure hunters wasn't exactly an accurate term. They were a band of murderers that swore their allegiance to the Cinn Ion. They had come here seeking the precious gem in hopes of selling it to further their cause. Lancelot, had been tasked with stopping them.
It was to that end, that he had not come in via the main road. Instead he had taken an approach around to the rear of the building. The sun was almost down past the horizon as he took a couple steps into the outer limits of the town. Before he could make it too far though, a loud bang originated from within the mansion. Lancelot stopped in his tracks. Surely he had not been spotted already. He lifted his gaze to the roof, looking for any signs of snipers having seen him. But there was no movement. At least not from within the mansion.
However, that was not true of one of the houses closest to him. An old man appeared from one of the derelict buildings then, holding up a fire torch. His attention was upon the mansion, wondering just what was going on. Lancelot stood there, almost stuck to the spot. He was out in the open, and this man would turn around at any moment and could give him away. He knew what he had to do. He couldn't be caught or risk someone alerting his targets. So he quickly snuck up behind the man, giving his wrist a flick to extend the hidden blade. He placed his left hand over the man's mouth, whilst using his blade to cut the man's throat.
He retracted the blade and moved his hands free as the body fell to the ground. Lancelot then grabbed the torch and tossed it inside one of the houses. Without so much as taking another moment, he continued on his path to the mansion. Thankfully not encountering anyone else as he arrived to the rear of the building. His gaze rose to the roof then, three floors up from the ground. Although he could have just snuck in through a window, they had all been boarded up and he had no idea where anyone was on the inside. So, he had to go to the roof and make his entrance from there. With a quick couple stretches done, he began his climb to the roof.
He was nearly to the shop, when he heard a couple people rushing to the edge of the roof. They then stopped, causing Lancelot to look the way he had come. In his haste to dispose of the torch, he had tossed it into a building which had caught fire. The flames had then jumped to adjacent buildings, causing them to catch fire as well. Lancelot turned his attention back to the people above him, as he heard one of the sentries trying to work a comm link. He was not about to let his target get away. He quickly climbed the last few inches, before propelling himself over the small ledge. The sentries stood dumb struck for a moment, before Lancelot grabbed the one with the comm link in hand, giving him a quick punch to the abdomen, and tossed him off the roof.
He then drew his pair of swords as he came around and stabbed the second sentry with them. He sheathed the swords again as he scanned the roof. In the middle of which, sat an old Imperial Dropship Transport. A pair of sentries then came around the side of the ship then. Lancelot quickly pulled out a pair of his pistols and fired off a couple shots. The pilot of the ship came into view then, curious about what was going on. Lancelot acted quickly enough to shoot the pilot before he could warn anyone. Another pair of sentries then came from around another corner, shooting blindly as they did so. He returned fire as he ran for cover on the far side of the transport.
He holstered the first pair of pistols, before drawing the second pair strapped to his chest. He snuck around and managed to get a good clear shot at the final pair of guards through the troop bay. He holstered the pistols as he stood up and made his way towards the lift. He briefly paused to see that the fire had begun to rapidly spread. A few people that had been squatting in the abandoned buildings were either fleeing or trying to help those still trapped within their burning houses. The situation was quickly getting out of hand, but he needed to complete his mission.
Prying the doors open, he took a peek down the shaft, and saw what had caused the explosion before. The elevator had fallen to the bottom of the shaft. Thankfully though, being an older lift the cables were running the full length of the shaft. He gave his hands a quick rub together, before jumping into the shaft, grabbing a hold of the cables. There was an odd metallic sound as the tensioned cables shook. He then loosened his grip slightly, letting himself slowly descend down to the basement. He had descended a full floor, before the cables snapped, sending Lancelot plummeting down the shaft.
He quickly twisted to face the ground with his hands outstretched and let off a quick force push to slow himself down. Managing to land himself in a crouched position. He raised his gaze then, looking right at the doors. He could sense a pair of guards were waiting for him on the other side. He stood up and launched a force push at the elevator doors, causing them to fly outward and take out the guards. With them taken care of, Lancelot exited the shaft. A long corridor ran off to either side of him then. It looked nothing like the upper floors, in that the walls, floor, and roof were made of durasteel.
It was possible this place had been intended to be used as a bunker for whoever lived here. He then turned his attention to the left then, as the sound of people digging could be heard through a door that had been forced open. He crept along the corridor and through the doorway, coming out onto a walkway that overlooked a large empty room that descended another floor. In the middle of it, a handful of people were labouring over a pit that they had been digging. It was then, that he saw his target, ordering the crew around.
Lancelot studied the roof through the darkness, spotting some truss that ran along the ceiling to support it. If he could get to it, he could travel across it and jump down and take his target by surprise. He was about to move to enact his plan, when he felt a pistol press into his back and a hand fall upon his shoulder. Apparently he had managed to miss one of the guards, allowing the man to sneak up on him"HEY BOSS! WE GOT ONE!"His target lifted his gaze and looked right at him, a grin forming as he studied his new prisoner. Any hope of taking the man by surprise was over now. There was only one way to resolve this now, and that was with an all out attack. Lancelot winked back at the man, although from this distance, neither could see each other's face clearly"You shouldn't have done that mate..."The guard barely had time to react, before Lancelot elbowed him, sending him staggering backwards. Lancelot then turned around and quickly extended one of his hidden blades, stabbing the guard from beneath his chin. He then turned around, drawing his two swords as he jumped from the walkway, landing on the floor below. His target was quickly shouting for help as Lancelot raced across the room. Workers were turning from the pit and charging at him, before being cut down by his blades. His target was almost to the far side of the room, when Lancelot sent a force push directed at the man's knee.
A snap could be heard, before the man fell to the floor. Lancelot walked up behind the man, swords in hand as his target continued to try crawl across the floor and escape. He shook his head then as he looked down at the man, before spinning a sword and planting the tip of it through the man's chest. He pulled the sword free then and sheathed the blades. He placed his hands on his hips as he caught his breath. Now all that was left to be done, was to make his escape. He looked down at his target then"Let go yer burdens and rest...""END SIMULATION!"The voice came out of nowhere, startling Lancelot. Suddenly a number of flood lights turned on, causing Artoria Morviael to appear from the shadows. Clad in her very minimalistic gear, her mask drawn up to cover half her face. her sister, Morgana, stood just off to her left side, clad in her own very revealing outfit. Meanwhilst the rest of the Assassins were arrayed in a half circle around Lancelot. Artoria shook her head as she studied Lancelot's work, the man seeming having forgotten everything he had been taught"What's going on?""Training Lancelot... and very poor training at that it seems...""Did you really think we would have put you on an actual mission?""Well... Kind of...""Have you forgotten everything I taught you? We are not butchers Lancelot, we are Assassins. We have codes and rules we must abide by! Look at this mess!"Artoria motioned towards all of the people Lancelot had killed, the young Assassin glance at those within this room alone. Artoria then waved her hand, causing the bodies to shatter into pieces of digitised glass as the projectors shut down. She let out an exasperated sigh. He had showed a great deal of promise when she had first inducted him into the League. And his training had indicated he was progressing well. But this exercise had proven he was not ready just yet"Need I remind you of our creed? Stay your blade from the innocent! You needlessly killed that old man, and countless others with that fire you started, for which you showed little regard. Hide in plain sight! does not mean to just stand out in the open and let your enemy see you. It means to go unseen. Never compromise the League! by breaking the first two tenets of the creed, you have diminished our credibility. You could have also allowed the enemy to track you, if any had managed to escape or send a message out...""Forgive me...""And we never use the Force to harm someone! We are not Sith! nor are we Jedi! Our use of the Force is purely to assist us in moving around, enhancing our senses, or moving objects to create barricades. Nothing more.""I'm sorry Artoria... Things just got a little out of hand...""You can certainly say that again..."Lancelot hung his head then, feeling the disappointment in his actions. Artoria moved forward then, placing one hand on his shoulder, whilst removing his hood with her other hand. She had expected a lot from him, and it was clear he felt remorse for his actions. It just meant that he would need some more training to improve his skills"You need to be more aware and remain calm. Rushing into a mission like that will do you no good. You are one of us now, Lancelot. You can't act like you used to. Understand?""I know... It's just hard adjusting...""And that is what training is for. To help you adjust and become like us. And always keep in mind what you have been taught...""Of course. I shall do better next time!""Good! Have a rest, then Morgana will run through this. Nothing is true...""...Everything is permitted!"Artoria removed her hand then and dismissed him with a nod. He was not a lost cause just yet. He just required a little more training and time. Although, the latter was in shorter supply these days. Morgana moved close to her sisters side then, watching as Lancelot was lead off to the shower area by the other Assassins, all of whom were giving him a pat on the back and offering words of support. They may look like callous killers, but it was all for show. They cared a great deal for one another and pushed each other to get better. It wasn't long before they were well beyond earshot"Do you really think we have enough time sister?""He'll be ready...""He doesn't have much time left to be. The Cinn Ion are reportedly already making a move on Ralltiir, and the Elementis brothers are still at large...""I have faith in him. Father would too, if he was here...""Perhaps...""We'll need all the Assassins we can get, once he comes back.""Are you sure he'll come back? You know as well as I what the Elementis brothers did to him...""I also know that his memories can return. I sent Gerard and the others to make sure of it, when the time is right..."Morgana was a little surprised that Artoria had sent them to find their Father. They weren't exactly the people she would have sent out for the job, but she was sure Artoria had her reasons"Not exactly who I would have sent...""Nyssa and Sierra are both out there too, so one of them is bound to send him back to us...""I hope you're right..."
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Post by Deleted on May 7, 2017 18:06:48 GMT -8
Velderer, on approach to planetary LZ. Flight Deck. Sensor station.
Seating herself at the Sensor Station, Selina logged in and donned the comms headset. Opening the appropriate channel, she called out to the shore team.
This is Velderer Control to Ranger Team Killswitch. Check, check, how copy?"
Selina waited to hear a response from Stavrax to ensure they had a clear comm line.
As the ship drew closer to its designated LZ, Mordin spoke up over the internal ship comms to Kaz.
Captain, we are through atmo and en route to the LZ. Patching you in this the local authorities.
Still in the Map room, Kaz nodded silently. He then cleared his throat.
"This is Captain Del Oucoa of the Sector Rangers, to whom am I speaking?"
After a few moments of static, a gruff reply came.
Captain, this is Constable Reinhardt, LSF. How may I be off assistance?
Kaz flexed his jaw slightly before speaking.
"Constable, we have been dispatched by RanCom to apprehend a very dangerous criminal. I am politely telling you that we already in pursuit and are commandeering your unit to help us. How quickly can you get your men to Jhothal?"
There were a few more moments of silence, and then the gruff voice spoke once more.
I can have my boys there in 30.
Kaz smirked at that. With a small chuckle, he once again addressed the Constable.
"We're on the ground in five. You've got fifteen. Make it happen. We'll be in touch. Del Oucoa out."
Without waiting for any sort of confirmation of complaining, Kaz killed the link.
Mordin! ETA?"
He hollered to the pilot. A slightly amused sounding Mordin replied.
ETA damn quick!
Again Kaz smirked. He loved how efficiently his team functioned. It was this kind of efficiency that had allowed for them to escape Iridonia. But now was not the time to focus on past events now. They had a criminal to apprehend.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 11, 2017 11:11:11 GMT -8
Velderer, Cargo Hold
Borgo looked around making sure that his shore party was ready before responding to Selina. Something told him that this assignment was going to be interesting. Once he was sure that all members of the shore party known as Killswitch were ready he made the call to Selina over their comms.
"This Killswitch, we read you loud and clear."
After checking in with Selina, Borgo decided to triple check all of his equipment. Something that the rest of the Killswitch began shortly afterwards. They all must have had the same feeling that he did.
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Post by Krennel Gulch on Nov 9, 2017 19:18:58 GMT -8
Battalions of Droid infantry swiftly secured Lothal's population centres - which were few - and the valuable mineral mines and Kyber Crystal repositories - which were many and were the whole point of this conquest.
Krennel Gulch himself sped across the terrain on a STAPs to inspect these new possessions.
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Post by Corona on Nov 18, 2017 17:09:19 GMT -8
**Corona started forward through the busseling streets of Lothal's capitol. She wanted to be ahead of the large Vratix as his mere presence usually failed to go unnoticed, especially this far from the Inner RIm. She found it always easier to move through inhabited areas if she was ahead of him as her size and stature drew less notice.**
<<Something is still off, not just the port. Can you feel it too?>>
**She looked around and worry started to flood over her as they drew nearer and nearer to the edges of the town.**
<<and that was just one spider! Really big, really hair, and really really gross!!>>
**She remarked back as they plodded into the edges of the town and wild. She stopped and started to look about for a mode of transportation.**
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Post by Deleted on Dec 24, 2018 8:03:09 GMT -8
Without a ruling order or empire, passing through Lothal's orbit was relatively easy. Most likely a reason the slavers chose such a world in the first place. Having no one in orbit constantly monitoring traffic, one could slip in unnoticed. Having the jammers on, certainly helped as they drew closer to the surface, as then they'd be nearly invisible to other ships and city centers.
Rika looked over the information she had obtained during their raid of the slave ships and began inserting the coordinates found for the next raid. With them added in and sent over to Voron to follow, the man brought the ships around, keeping high in the air and out of sight within the clouds. Only when they had reached their destination did he let the ship descend. A quick scan indicated a small village or town. A perfect target for slavers: small, remote, and undefended. Even if they could call for help, none would arrive fast enough. Carrying on, Voron pushed out past the town, landing a few miles away. Rodric and Bellek were already on their feet, heading for the lift as Rika and Voron began powering down their systems. A few moments later, they rose from their seats to join the other two men.
As the lifted descended a single level, they exited to find Kelam waiting for them at the holotable of the lounge. It was a casual place to relax but was also used for their briefings. Taking their seats, Kelam began explaining their mission. <<In our raid of the slaver ships, it was discovered that this particular group is working with a larger organization. However, the whereabouts of their base is currently unknown. They were smart enough to keep that information out of their databanks but failed to remove their raid schedules. The next set raid is meant for this town in a little less than a day. We are going to use them as guides to their base.>>
"My Lord, how do we intend to track their ship? Getting to it quietly will be a difficult task, to say the least, as I doubt it'll be undefended. And trying to follow a ship through hyperspace is nearly, if not impossible." Voron couldn't help but interject. It might have upset the man, but he didn't want Kelam doing something stupid that would have gotten them all killed in the end. There was much work to be done, too much to let themselves fall here or even lose the chance to find their base.
Kelam looked over to Voron with golden eyes, simply staring at him for a few moments before finally speaking. <<You are quite right, Voron. Which is why I have another plan in mind. Rika, I am sending you out to get mixed in with the slavers. If I've learned anything from these slavers thus far, it is they appreciate beautiful women. Them coming after you is guaranteed. You'll carry this tracker and it'll lead us to their base. The reason I am going with this approach has two reasons. The first is because it is our best option for finding their base. Second, you can relay back to me whatever defenses you see when you get there, where the slavers are, and so on. You will be our map and guide to bringing that base to ruin. Any questions?>> Each of them shook their heads, signifying there was nothing else. <<Very well. Dismissed.>>
As the other filed out, Rika approached Kelam.
"So I'm to be the bait for this trap am I?" Her words were not filled with a questioning tone, but one of curious humor. It was the task given to her by Kelam and she would fulfill it without hesitation.
<<I wouldn't worry too much. You are more than capable of taking care of yourself. That is why I have no reservations about sending you in. You've never let me down before and I know you won't now. Take this and go get some rest. We must be ready for when they arrive.>> Rika took the tracker Kelam handed to her and gave a bow before disappearing. Taking a deep breath, he moved to his own chambers to meditate. Soon, they'd all need to be at their best.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 25, 2018 14:02:43 GMT -8
A day had passed by as they sat there waiting for the raid to arrive. Each of the four took turns monitoring communications and the scanners, taking every ounce of an advantage they could get to ensure Rika was in place. But for the longest time, nothing came. Rika herself began to doubt if the information they had gathered was falsified just to lead whoever raided one of their ships astray. But then why leave any information? It was almost as if it was meant to be a trap. If one of their teams was compromised, then they could either check all locations to see if someone showed up and ambush them or simply head to the next suggested raid. As possible as it was, it was still a risk as no one in their right mind would simply wait in plain sight. Even they were hiding out a few miles away.
For the duration of their wait, Kelam had let himself slip into meditation, awaiting the call from his team. But none came for a while, making the man curious. It wasn't like Rika's information to be wrong and even he had looked it over. He began to suspect the possible trap, just like Rika did, causing him to reach out further. It was then that something felt off. He couldn't place it but something was definitely amiss. Opening his eyes, he let his mind reach out to Rika. <<Rika, go to the settlement and wait there for now.>> Standing to his feet, he departed his room and headed for the lift. On the way, he passed Rika as she made her way down the boarding ramp. Despite his words being simple, she had sensed a faint urgency in them and decided to move quickly, not wasting a single moment.
Coming up to the bring, he saw Bellek keeping watch. Stepping up behind him, he looked over the scanners that the man was viewing. <<Is there anything on the scanners, Bellek? Anything coming over any channels?">>
Bellek had heard the lift as it rose and turned back just enough to see Kelam coming in. His attention was then quickly back on the scanners as was their task. When the question was asked, he could only shake his head.
"I'm afraid not. I've been scanning back and forth for a while now, even going over all the channels available to us, but nothing has come through. Could it not be possible it was false information?"
Kelam stood straight, a bit agitated that for the information they gathered, nothing seemed to be coming of it. <<It very well could be, along with a number of other possibilities. For now, though, we wait.>>
He still couldn't shake the feeling that something was amiss. And that feeling proved to be true as he turned away, Bellek suddenly called back to him.
"My Lord, I have something. It just appeared suddenly on our scanners. A ship just appeared near the settlement." He enhanced the scans over what it found and brought the ship up on the holoprojector as he went through the channels. There was nothing, but Bellek had a good idea of what was happening. Having been part of a pirate ring that captured slavers himself once upon a time, he knew how they thought. "I'm picking up a YV-865 Aurore-class freighter. These guys sure came prepared to gather up quite a few people. I'd guess they could load up that entire settlement if they pushed the size limits."
<<How dod they get this close without us detecting them?>>
"More than likely they are equipped with a cloaking device. Kept them blind to sensors until got close. They uncloaked and began firing on the settlement to make rounding them up easier. Herd them to a single spot. Still got nothing on any channel. Probably equipped with jammers as well so no one can call for help. a smart lot, this one."
Closing his eyes, he reached out Rika and connected their minds so that she could speak back to him. <<Rika, the slavers are here. You need to get to that settlement fast.>>
<<I'm almost there. Not even one hundred meters. I saw them uncloak and start firing around the settlement. They're landing now. I can make it and mingle in well enough from the chaos before the slavers unload so not to be detected.>>
<<Good. Be careful not to blow that cover. Contact me once you have been secured on board.>> The last words spoken, Kelam let himself settle into his chair. All they could do now was wait for Rika to get capture and for them to head back to their base. The tracker would lead them there and they would rain hell upon them for their crimes.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 26, 2018 12:42:24 GMT -8
Rika made it to the settlement just in time. She was a little out of breath from making her trek so fast, but if she hadn't, this whole plan would have fallen apart. That was something she wasn't about to allow. She found a small batch of people running by, letting herself slip into the group. As she did, she noticed a group of pirates making their way out of the ship, firing blasters at buildings and the ground in order to herd the people into one place, much like she did when they raided ships. Between the laser cannons on the ship, the grenades and blasters of the pirates, everyone fell into line just as expected, natural instincts taking over and leading them in the safest direction.
Bit by bit, everyone was led into the arms of the slavers who shackled each person as they passed. These guys appeared professional in their work with how quickly and effectively they did their jobs. Not even thirty minutes and everyone was lined up and being put on board. Before long, their ship was loaded to its limit, though there were still people left. One of the slavers looked through the remaining numbers before calling the captain.
::Captain, our holds are full. However, we still have some people remaining.::
::Do we have a count of how many are left?:: The woman sat in her chair within the cockpit curious as to all that was left. If the number was small, then they could work around that and still fit them on board. It'd be a waste, after all, to leave any behind.
A few moments went by before she finally got a response.
::It seems to be about forty or so, ma'am.::
::I see. I guess we'll just have to let them go. Too many to try and fit it. Finish up. We're gone in five.:: It was the last thing she said as she stood to her feet and made her way over to the viewport to watch as the final events unfolded.
With their commands issues, the slavers lined the remaining few up. Araali might have said let them go, but it didn't mean to let them run and be free. They were to be cut loose. None could be allowed to escape to give any information on them. And so they gunned them down until they were all dead before carrying them off and scattering them in different buildings. Once that was done, they all loaded up in the ship and it lifted off the ground. As the final protocol, the ship began firing on the settlement, destroying buildings and setting it up in flames. Their existence here would be erased as the ship turned and began its ascent, cloaking itself as it did.
As Kelam waited in his ship, he could feel the death suddenly surge through the Force. It was an unexpected turn, one that he couldn't do anything about. But he made a vow as the ship disappeared from the scanners that he would make them pay for their atrocities. Death would be the least of their worries.
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