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Post by Sinina Riso on Apr 2, 2017 17:35:09 GMT -8
*Sin watched as those in front got into their positions. She herself waited, and called her discarded sabers to her. She wasn't going to leave them in the mud. Seeing as she was stuck bringing up the rear she figured she had the time to get them to her. She then turned and followed after them. She found herself to be bored and anxious. She could be doing so much more if he would let her.
She growls to herself and drew her westars. The least she could do was fire at them til they advanced far enough to be useful. She may not be battle hardened as Dante claimed, but her aim was just fine, picking off guys here and there with practiced aim. Zalor may have said coming here was her idea, but it was more their pilots idea. She just wanted to be here for it.
*She heard Jashin shout to the Jedi, Zalor, that they needed to end this soon. SHe shakes her head, maybe if he had her up there doing something instead of standing back here waiting to kill those that they left behind. She growls again to herself, her patience worn thin, her temper getting higher. She draws a pair of small grenades from inside her pouch again. She pulled the pins, then used the force to aid her throw to hurl them at the Troopers entrenched positions.*
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Post by Zalor Anneri on Apr 3, 2017 20:32:44 GMT -8
Zalor saw that things we're starting to go south for the Alliance position and Jashin was getting anxious. He was in agreement with the pirate - time was running out for their little offensive.
With the First Order positions dug in so well, it would take a devastating attack to clear them out. In between the lights flickering on and off, Zalor studied the base while still protecting Jashin and Sinina from blaster shots. As he looked at the ceiling, he noticed pieces of it falling to the ground. He realized that the array that they needed to transfer the vital info that Jashin had to the Alliance needed to stay intact, especially since Tanara was trying to gain direct access to it. Zalor took notice, however that the pieces on the ground were large enough both to use as cover - and as projectiles.
Zalor suddenly realized he had an entire building's worth of debris and other heavy objects to turn the entire fight to his favor. And he would use it all.
Suddenly, Zalor briefly lowered his blade, took a deep breath, then stretched out both his hands to pool the Force energy in the room towards him. Once he did so, he began to lift every nearby piece of debris and large object near the group off the ground. With his tools ready to work, the Jedi handiman quickly began 'construction' of their victory.
Zalor began by dropping two six-foot tall chunks of permacrete ceiling six feet in front of himself and the group of heroes. Now the First Order stormtroopers' line of fire to the center of the front line was blocked. He dropped two smaller pieces of ceiling off to the sides of the bunker bay doors so that the Alliance soldiers had something solid to entrench themselves behind, leaving plenty of room for the hovertank to provide covering fire.
With a sharp wave of his hand, three more large pieces of debris flew violently into the groups of Stormtroopers at the far north end of the building, causing three large crashes and series of pained and panicked screams from the Stormtroopers.
With his right hand, two more pieces of debris landed in a line twenty feet from the Alliance's frontline, offering another row of cover and making room for the allied forces begin advancing forward.
With his left hand, two more pieces of debris flew toward the Stormtroopers. More carnage ensued, and more enemy positions scattered. The Stormtroopers suddenly began to fear the Jedi standing in front of the group of soldiers.
Zalor went back and forth between creating more cover for the soldiers, and hurling more debris towards the Stormtroopers. Slowly, he sensed the morale of the Alliance troopers go up, and the morale of the stormtroopers go down. Now was the time to strike.
Zalor turned and barked at Jashin, Sinina and the soldiers: "GO! ADVANCE FORWARD! USE THE DEBRIS FOR COVER! FLUSH THEM OUT!"
With that, Zalor brought his blade back up, then hurled himself over the first row of cover, hoping Jashin, Sinina and the others would follow. As he did so, the Stormtroopers began focusing their fire on him, desperate to down the Jedi. Zalor once again resumed blocking shots,
but this time he was moving forward, closing in on the enemy. It was time to corner them and effectively end them.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 9, 2017 3:34:05 GMT -8
Debris fell and twisted through the air, the work of the Jedi. Taking cover behind them, the Alliance troops and Jashin alike. Between the grenades thrown by Sinina, and the Jedi's use of the environment, the First Order was already faltering.
"GO! ADVANCE FORWARD! USE THE DEBRIS FOR COVER! FLUSH THEM OUT!"
As one, though, the unit was already moving - instinctually taking advantage of new situation. Alpha and Beta mowed down survivors who were picking themselves up from the ground - trying in vain to recover from the flying debris - those who were already on their feet were picked off by Sinina and Jashin's precision fire. Until, finally, there was but one survivor: the enemy commander. Calmly, and without hesitation, Jashin leveled his blaster at the final trooper, squeezed the trigger, and smiled slightly at the satisfying *thump* that resounded from the weapon, and then the clattering off the man's helmet on the ground. And then, just like that, it was over.
Calmly, the soldiers well trained, they moved to finish any survivors off, and to secure the interior of the base. They would find only paltry resistance compared to the fight they had just fought, however. For all intent and purposes, the small base was theirs. Jashin, meanwhile, holstered his pistol, and sagged against a nearby wall. He had blaster wounds in his left shoulder, abdomen, right thigh, and his back. Not to mention several broken bones. It was a testament to Firrerre rage and stubbornness that he hadn't stopped fighting earlier. As medics from the rear advanced to treat the wounded, Jashin reached out and stopped one.
"You. Bacta. Now." Came the gruff orders. Dubiously, the human eyed Jashin and his wounds, about to protest that he was practically half dead. But Jashin was in no mood to educate yet another sentient about his biology. With a feral snarl, Jashin yanked the smaller human closer, and forcefully took three hypos of emergency grade bacta. Unceremoniously, he jammed the needles of said hypos straight into heart, emptying the entirety of their contents into his body, before tossing the spent vials to the side. Ordinarily, Firrerre could heal small wounds in minutes, and even major wounds (as long as they didn't hit the heart or brain) within hours. Imagine, then, the miraculous effect bacta would have on an already highly developed and advanced healing factor. Before the eyes of the medic, the gruesome wounds began to heal at an accelerated rate, the naked eye being more than capable of seeing the flesh pull together and mend, leaving silvery scars in its wake.
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Post by Sinina Riso on Apr 9, 2017 19:23:04 GMT -8
*Sinina upon seeing the last of the moping up done, as it was her designated task, which she never once hesitated to do, walked calmly over to Jashin, sheathing again her sword and westar. The young woman putting a hand on her hip and watching him heal, it never ceased to amaze her how quickly it worked, especially with the Bacta. She looked around, Zalor seemed intact, she still didn't know what happened to their other friend.*
Well, it seems the extra help was crucial in taking this position. When you find the time, we still do need to chat.
*She frowns a moment as she looked back at Zalor.*
Any word from Tanara or our pilot?
*She had been ignoring her own wounds, more then one area had blaster burns, having used her sword instead of her lightsabers, she had definitely caught more then one blood splatter throughout the battle. She would not complain when they finally got a chance to use the 'fresher.*
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Post by Zalor Anneri on Apr 10, 2017 20:50:43 GMT -8
As Sinina approached Zalor, when all the fighting was over, she seemed genuinely concerned about Tanara - and the pilot that had brought them there. Zalor seemed pleased by this notion; it meant she was getting comfortable around them. Zalor nodded towards Sinina, acknowledging her concern.
"I'll try and hail 'em."
Zalor turned off his lightsaber, and the blade retracted with a short snap. After doing so, Zalor reached to his headpiece and tapped it. ::Zalor Anneri to all team members - we have successfully made contact with Jashin Rau, and we have succeeded in taking the communications bunker north of the LZ. All nearby First Order positions have been neutralized. I need a status report from everyone. Tanara, Artoo, Agent Ryder - anyone copy?::
::[Beep-whistle-beep-beep-click]:: To Zalor's relief, he heard back from his trusty astromech droid, R2-D4 first.
::Good to hear you, Artoo. Where are you at, ol' buddy?::
::[Beep-beep-click-long whistle::] The droid reported that he was in a control room further inside the bunker. Artoo seemed to be downloading any and every kind of data the bunker had from the Alliance, mostly records and tactical data. He reported that he was nearly done, and Tanara had barricaded the door so that no Stormtroopers could interrupt him.
::Copy that, Artoo. We'll make sure that data gets back to the Alliance and safely out of First Order hands. Lemme know when you're done and I'll come pick you up.
Tanara, Agent Ryder, anyone else read me?::
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Post by Tanara Ajahn on Apr 14, 2017 18:37:20 GMT -8
The second floor of the bunker appeared deserted as she reached the top of the stairs. She had caught another lucky break, all the stormtroopers left in the place were on the first floor defending against the Alliance forces. She let the Force Cloak drop as she looked around for the communications array's console. Along the outer edges of the bunker were the turret emplacements, focused primarily over the east side of the bunker, as that was where the main entrance was. The smaller sensor array was located on the northwestern side of the bunker, or at least, that's where it was supposed to be located. There was a smoking pile of metal where the array was supposed to be. Disappointing, but not too alarming, as she was looking for the communications array. She spotted it over on the southeastern corner, appearing largely intact. Thankfully the alliance hadn't targeted the array directly, it caught only the occasional stray blaster bolt, taking mostly superficial damage.
She swiftly approached the console at the base of the array and began slicing into the system after informing the astromech droid to release her block on the communications. Surprisingly, it was more heavily encrypted than the security station control systems had been, not that it made much difference to her. She was familiar with the First Order's encryption patterns, and so it only took her a minute and a half to gain unrestricted access. The displays suddenly lit up with the vast unfiltered amount of comm traffic, from all over the planet. Even though she knew the entire planet was a war-zone, she was still surprised at the sheer volume of messages being sent. It had been a long time since she had been even remotely involved in a massive conflict. Most of the messages she was receiving wouldn't be useful by the time they would get them to the alliance, and so she focused on figuring out what had been transmitted from the bunker to the First Order commanders, and what was being transmitted back.::Zalor Anneri to all team members - we have successfully made contact with Jashin Rau, and we have succeeded in taking the communications bunker north of the LZ. All nearby First Order positions have been neutralized. I need a status report from everyone. Tanara, Artoo, Agent Ryder - anyone copy?::::[Beep-whistle-beep-beep-click]:: To Zalor's relief, he heard back from his trusty astromech droid, R2-D4 first.::Good to hear you, Artoo. Where are you at, ol' buddy?::::[Beep-beep-click-long whistle::] The droid reported that he was in a control room further inside the bunker. Artoo seemed to be downloading any and every kind of data the bunker had from the Alliance, mostly records and tactical data. He reported that he was nearly done, and Tanara had barricaded the door so that no Stormtroopers could interrupt him.::Copy that, Artoo. We'll make sure that data gets back to the Alliance and safely out of First Order hands. Lemme know when you're done and I'll come pick you up.
Tanara, Agent Ryder, anyone else read me?::
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Post by Deleted on Apr 15, 2017 4:09:56 GMT -8
The stealth coating on the freighter had let him get the jump on one of the three TIE fighters - slipping into the clouds, he emerged on the other side with laser cannon blazing, peppering a series of holes into the enemy, sending the doomed craft careening towards the surface to a fiery end. In response, the other two TIE fighter split up before attempting to loop around to flank the Stalwart, but the surprise and lack of coordination in their movements was palpable: they couldn't find him on their scopes.
Going into a tight roll, Jakk Ryder dipped the craft into a steep dive, before using the retrothrusters (letting gravity still pull him downward) to rotate the nose of the craft upward. The craft, while only having a single laser cannon, benefitted from the fact it was a half turret, and capable of a wide field of fire. This, coupled with an advanced targeting computer and stealth coatings and bafflers, ensured that as long as they didn't get behind him and get a visual fix, that he would continue to have the upper hand.
A squeeze of the trigger - the nose mounted cannon pulsed once, then twice - the other two TIE fighters exploding in mid air in response. Shaking his head, he looped the craft around, idly listening to the comm traffic between those on the ground. Had they really already taken the base? That was short work indeed. They might get through this without too much collateral damage.
They're gonna nuke this place from orbit! We've got less than three minutes!
"And, there it is.” Jakk muttered blandly. Having not heard Jashin in the comm chatter, Jakk cycled through the channels, hoping to pick up the Firrerreo on the local battlefield band used by the Alliance.
Jashin Rau, this is Jakk Ryder - come in. Commed Jakk, already dreading this particular conversation.
And that makes four. The kark do you want, parasite? Jashin snapped over the comlink, apparently none too happy at the arrival of yet another “savior".
I just thought you'd want to know the whole place is going to be thoroughly bombed in the next two minutes and forty five seconds. Replied Jakk blandly, in his signature monotone.
Jakk winced slightly as a long stream of increasingly profane curses poured over the comm - many questioning Jakk's parentage in relation to the possibility of his mother being a goat - before Jashin replied in a coherent manner.
Fine. FINE! Get around to the garage, and pick everyone up! When you're done, fly to the top where the comm array is, and pick me up!
But - Jakk began to protest.
No time! Snapped Jashin in response, before shutting off the comlink
Grim faced, Jakk pushed the sublight to full, tearing through the sky, and approaching the garage of the base at speed. By the time anyone else reached it, he would already be hovering with the ramp down.
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"When you find the time, we still do need to chat."
"Later." Replied Jashin gruffly, in response to Sinina. Admittedly he wasn't proud of the fact he had struck her; but, neither was he happy that she was here. Or that any of them were here for that matter. Their appearance complicated things. They would be lucky - beyond lucky - if the Order overlooked the congregation of force users here, and just focussed on Garang.
Pushing off from the wall, Jashin was given about thirty seconds to rest and heal, before, quite literally, the person whom he hated most piped up on his comlink. "And that makes four. The kark do you want, parasite?" Snapped Jashin into his comlink, pushing away from the wall and unholstering his blaster, slowly walking to the interior of the base.
-- Nuke -- Jashin didn't really hear too much of the first part of the conversation, replying more or less automatically and trying to tune the annoying insect that was Jakk Ryder out. That word, that single word, though, filtered through, and Jashin nearly dropped his pistol. "Ven zet al materra gal vet naterra! Gul hast ven zatto - " The long stream of curses in Firrerrese poured out of him, admittedly rather profane. Spinning to Zalor, Jashin leveled the blaster at the man. "This, is exactly why you shouldn't be here!" The words came out as a shout at first, before devolving into a snarling animalistic scream. Lowering the blaster, Jashin spun away from the man, and began running into the interior of the base, shouting to Zalor over his shoulder. "Get everyone to the garage, so you can evac! Now!" And with that, Jashin disappeared into the base.
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Around the mess hall, down the corridor for the barracks - straight to the center to a set of primitive circular stairs. Then, frantically, climbing the damned things three at a time to reach the comm array. The array had been repurposed - a security lockout of higher functions had been enacted before the Alliance had left the base, but base functionality had been left intact, allowing the FO to use the array. A series of codes, provided by Vanna Hao and frantically typed into the array console by Jashin, however, restored wider function. Shaking, more scared than he had been in a long time - a long time - Jashin frantically dug into his pocket, and removed the datacrystal that had started this whole damn mess. Plugging it into a standard memory slot, he began uploading the information - as quickly as it would allow. He didn't know how much time he had left.
As he did so, though, he was - inwardly, at least - rather calm. Idly, he wondered why he was so scared. Why he was even up here, risking his life. The answers were obvious, of course: they had no guarantee that they would get out of here alive. If they died, then this information, the information on the crystal - it would be destroyed. Lyra and the others had trusted him with this, and he'd be damned if he'd have yet another incomplete life debt on his head. He'd die before that happened.
"No more life debts.” He muttered, as his fingers tapped out instructions, trying in vain to shut off auxiliary comm functions to allot more processing power for the upload.
But was this whole thing about honor? Granted, his own peculiar and often inscrutable and incomprehensible form of honor - but honor none the less? Was it perhaps the old patriot in him, caring for the mission, caring for the cause? To complete the mission, no matter the cost? Was it refusal; refusal to let so many lives go to waste? Or, perhaps, was it a little more than that?
Was it perhaps, that people cared enough about him to risk their necks for him? Truth was, he absolutely hated that. No matter how prickly and acerbic he acted, these damn Jedi, and that damned woman, were already sticking their necks out for him. And he loathed it. He was Firrerreo, already a loner in race and nature, and further an outcast, criminal, and fringe walker: he was the definition of exile. And the fact that others were here, helping him...it made him feel weak. Not because they helped him, but because now he felt obligated to help them; and, dare say, he even cared - perhaps just the tiniest bit - about what happened to them in return. Inwardly, Jashin paused at those thoughts, contemplating them. Was he, perhaps, growing as an individual?
"Pfft, yeah right! Bwahaha!" Spluttered Jashin at that thought, followed by hysterical laughter. Wiping the tears from his eyes, abandoning the console and going to the maintence access, he began climing the ladder to the top of the bunker roof (typically reserved for repairing the comm array manually). Opening the hatch, he - now rather frantically - began to run across the roof towards the direction of the garage. Thankfully the entire affair was prefabricated, and he had been in plenty of similar bunkers over his life time. The only question was, would he make it to the ship, or the ship make it to him, in time?
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Post by Sinina Riso on Apr 15, 2017 16:41:13 GMT -8
"And that makes four...
I did say we had a pilot...
Rogue sith? If they thought she was a sith.. boy had they messed up... She was barely a Nightsister..
Whatever. It wasn't like she was going to go and personally correct them. She sighs softly. Well, it seemed they needed to make a quick exit. Hope their pilot was close. She didn't have long to think on it as Jashin leveled his blaster at Zalor. She spun quickly between the too of them, her eyes focused on Jashin.*
I brought them here, so you want to be grumpy, be grumpy at me. I brought them along rather then just coming along with Jak by myself. I don't think I coulda handled /that/ journey alone...
Evac....And what about you?!
*She yelled as he run off again. She rubbed her brow as she turned on Zalor, shaking her head.*
Sorry about him.. He's like that. Anyways.. we don't have time to hang around. Let's move.
*She starts off across the area they were in, stopping only once to yell at the seeminly confused Alliance troops, yelling at them to get the hell outta this place if they wanted to live, which was followed with some more cursing in Mando'a.
The young woman heading for the garage at a high pace of speed, hoping that Jak would be there when they got there. She rounds the last corner and burst through the door, to see the welcome sight of the ship they arrived on ramp extended. She didn't stop until she were aboard. She headed straight to the cockpit, strapping in, they would likely have a shaky trip outta here.*
What a day...
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Post by Zalor Anneri on Apr 15, 2017 18:02:51 GMT -8
:: I read you Zal. I'm upstairs at the comm array, trying to figure out what the First Order's commanders knows about our position here. As far as I can tell so far, they definitely reported the presence of a Jedi accompanying the Alliance forces here...they also reported the loss of their imperial walker...oh no, they reported seeing a second jedi and a rogue sith. :::: Osi'kyr di'kutla kyorar demagolka haar'chak mirsheb shabiir! Order a retreat! Now! They're gonna nuke this place from orbit! We've got less than three minutes! I'll get Artooie, you get everyone else out!:: Spinning to Zalor, Jashin leveled the blaster at the man. "This, is exactly why you shouldn't be here!" The words came out as a shout at first, before devolving into a snarling animalistic scream. Lowering the blaster, Jashin spun away from the man, and began running into the interior of the base, shouting to Zalor over his shoulder. "Get everyone to the garage, so you can evac! Now!" And with that, Jashin disappeared into the base. Evac....And what about you?! *She yelled as he run off again. She rubbed her brow as she turned on Zalor, shaking her head.*Sorry about him.. He's like that. Anyways.. we don't have time to hang around. Let's move.
Zalor nodded in agreement to Sinina as he followed her out of the bunker. He couldn't resist a coy comment in response, however...
"Mister Rau certainly is a charmer, no doubt about that."
To Zalor's relief, when Sinina barked at the Alliance troops to quickly abandon their positions, they obeyed without hesitation, despite her not being any sort of commander. They must've overheard the talk of the First Order getting ready to orbital strike the bunker.
When they finally reached the outside, Agent Ryder's Stalwart-class freighter was waiting for them at the LZ, ramp open and ready to receive the ground team. Zalor quickly followed Sinina up the ramp and safely off the ground. When he was on board, Zalor spun around looking back at the bunker. He keyed his headset once more...
::Zalor Anneri to all team members - Sinina and I are aboard the freighter - still missing one Twi'lek hacker, one astromech droid...and our VIP.:: |
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Post by Tanara Ajahn on Apr 18, 2017 19:27:17 GMT -8
It had been a long time since she had done this much sprinting in such a short period of time. She was nearly tripping over her own feet from exhaustion by the time she made it around the northwestern corner of the bunker and then down the northern hallway. She knew she couldn't stop moving though, having no desire to die just yet. She wasted no time in turning into the prison ward, moving as quickly as she could to the security office doors. Tanara didn't have time to undo her encryptions, so she pulled out both her own lightsaber, and her mother's lightsaber and thrust both blades into the durasteel doors, melting the metal in mere seconds. She cut through the door enough for her and the astromech to get through, then pushed the durasteel section out of the way."Come on Artooie, let's go!"She took the brief opportunity to catch her breath as she waited for the droid to detach itself from the console and roll it's way to the opening she had just cut in the doors. She deactivated both lightsabers and reattached them to her belt. Though she wouldn't admit it, that had been the first time she used either blade in months. Though the droid was moving as swiftly as it could, it still might not be quick enough for them to get away before the turbolasers starting raining down. She REALLY regretted not installing those rocket boosters yet. Unwilling to abandon the astromech, she jogged just quick enough that she felt they would make good time without the astromech falling behind. As much as she wanted to just carry the droid again using the Force, she had nothing left. Her reserves had run out already. It would be a miracle in itself if they made it back to the freighter with time to spare.::Zalor Anneri to all team members - Sinina and I are aboard the freighter - still missing one Twi'lek hacker, one astromech droid...and our VIP.::
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Post by Zalor Anneri on Apr 18, 2017 20:02:49 GMT -8
As Tanara stumbled up the ramp, seemingly very tired and very exhausted, Zalor helped her up by grabbing her left hand and pulling her until she was safely inside the cargo deck of the Stalwart-class freighter. "Up you go! Nice work out there!"
[Beep-click-loud whistle-beep] R2-D4 was right on her heels, but the poor astromech droid could barely keep up, despite the fact that Tanara herself had slipped and fallen down at least once. "C'mon, Artoo! You can make it, buddy!"
But, Zalor could sense that they only had one minute left until the orbital strike would hit the comm bunker, and the pirate, Jashin, was nowhere in sight. Zalor had to get his droid on board so they could hail him and get him on board as well. Zalor quickly lifted his left hand. As he did so, Artoo floated off the ground, into the air, then quickly sailed into the cargo bay of the freighter, with a little help from the Force.
[Whoooooaooow!] He then landed next to Zalor, then beeped and whistled as the poor astromech droid tried to get his bearings.
When the rest of his friends were on board, Zalor scanned the bunker entrance for Jashin. He was nowhere to be found. Zalor reached out to the Force. When he did so - he found that the pirate had reached the top of the communications bunker and was near the comm dish itself - likely finishing whatever he had been sent to do by the Jedi commander of the Alliance's strike force team.
With Tanara, Artoo and Sinina safely on board the freighter, Zalor turned back toward the cockpit, then grabbed a safety handle from the roof of the cargo bay and shouted at the pilot.
::Agent Ryder! Rescue team is on board! Let's move into position to pick up our pirate friend! We've got less than forty-five seconds!::
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Agent Ryder! Rescue team is on board! Let's move into position to pick up our pirate friend! We've got less than forty-five seconds!
Jakk, however, was already turning and moving the ship. Rising, the ship oriented towards the roof - before, for a single split second, drawing level with it. During that split second, the sprinting form of Jashin leapt the difference between the bunker and the ship, landing on the ship's ramp with a heavy thud. Between the ships acceleration, though, and his own momentum, he began sliding backward down the ramp at a frightening pace.
Reaching the end of the ramp, his grip slipping, Jashin's bland expression (nearly Ryder-ish in it's apathetic proportions) was followed by a single word - uttered in a dull and bored monotone.
"Kark."
And then he was falling - only to be suddenly stopped by a slim blue hand and arm, surprisingly strong. Vanna Hao, holding the bandages around her abdomen, hauled Jashin singlehandedly up the ramp into the cargo hold, before (in a very un-Jedi like moment) she screamed to the pilot.
"Karking hit the throttle!"
The ship surged, the sublight engines pushing the ship so hard and fast (beyond what would be considered "safe" flight speeds in atmospheric conditions) that the inertial compensators had trouble keeping up - the occupants of the ship being pushed into their seats or the deck plating. The ship shook, rattling, before it seemed to crash through the air, out of control. The roar of explosions, great and terrible, deafened all other sound. The ship tumbled, then its able pilot - Jakk - got it under control, righting it in the turbulent air, before resuming their hurried pace away from the sight.
And then it was over. The ship slowed to normal speed, the shuddering stopped, and the freighter took a wide bank - allowing the occupants to see what they had escaped. Where once there was a battlefield, now there was only a smoking crater, even now - nearly a kilometer off - seeming very large and close; a testament to the size of the destruction. Slowly, the ship banked around once more, heading to Garang; its stealth coatings and bafflers more than enough to confirm (for the FO anyway) that all ships and soldiers had been destroyed.
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Post by Telarial Bralor on Sept 11, 2017 11:25:23 GMT -8
*Adonias, mounted atop his speeder bike, had to bring himself to a halt when something strange happened. His HUD glitched and he lost his GPS feed. He muttered under his breath as he took his buy'ce off and began to examine it. While it was true that he recently bought it, having begun to reclaim his lost identity, he was still quite new to his heritage. He released a weary sigh and brought a gloved hand up to massage his temple in a clear indication he was forming a headache. Perhaps traveling all this way was pointless. Why was he here? It wasn't like he had any clues that could point him in the right direction...*
"Why am I here?"
*It was a rather silly question, he supposed. Although there was merit in the posing of such. He had found no clues on Malachor V that even remotely suggested he come to Dantooine. Yet...it was almost like a feeling. A very strong feeling that urged him to continue his search. Were there clues waiting to be found out here? Had the pirates responsible for the deaths of his parents and for his kidnapping 10 years ago really have left a clue for him to discover? With a growl, he started the engine of his speeder and took off. Only this time, rather than following a map...he followed that strangely persistent feeling that he subconsciously realized, was truly in fact, guiding him to where he needed to go.
The mere idea that he was truly force sensitive was never at the forefront of his mind although he knew deep down that he was. Just like his twin sister Telarial. He began to regret and felt a small pang of remorse for his hasty departure after meeting her for the first time after 10 long years of their separation.
Adonias shook his head to clear it of any intrusive and unwanted thoughts and focused on his mission.*
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Telarial Bralor
The Mandalorian Assembly
Affiliation: Mandalorian
Posts: 298
Affiliation: Mando'ade
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Post by Telarial Bralor on Nov 2, 2017 18:46:40 GMT -8
*A lone figure stood atop a ridge, hooded and cloaked...watching the progress of the strange young Mandalorian through a set of range finders. The boy was well on his way to discovering the reason why he had been drawn to this place. It was almost time to introduce himself to the young man and welcome him to his new home away from home...*
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Gaiscioch Dearg
Adventists of the Eye
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Affiliation: New Order of the Eye - Warriors of the Iron Fists
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Post by Gaiscioch Dearg on Jul 17, 2018 20:18:48 GMT -8
{Monsters in the Dark - A Jedi's Harrowing Tale}
Riley's face was calm and impassive, but internally he struggled not to fall to his knees and vomit. As a Jedi he was supposed to carry himself with an air of mysticism and emotionless grace. So it would not do well for the locals to see him rolling around on the floor covered in his own breakfast. It may shatter some of the awestruck looks that the farmers of Dantooine gave the Jedi whenever they left the enclave. Still though, when the Council had given him this job they did not do very well in preparing him. "Go help the local militia," they had said "they are having trouble with some missing persons" they had said. So off the freshly minted Jedi Knight had went. On his merry way, right to the militia's station to talk to their top man in charge. Well the man was a woman, and also a Twi'lek. So him asking for said "top man in charge" had already gotten him off to a bad start. She saved very little time in telling him how hard she worked to get where she was and how cranky she already was with the situation she was currently dealing with. Honestly, Riley had half considered using the Force to wipe her memory of him arriving clean and starting all over again. He survived that rocky start to their relationship to then be subjected to a half-an-hour speeder ride to a crime scene that she refused to tell him about. The Captain had told him that she... "wouldn't want to ruin the surprise" all while giving him the meanest looking, dead eyed, smile that he had ever seen. A high honour considering he had studied under Master Kray. Now here they were; out in the middle of nowhere with him standing in front of the worst sight he had ever seen, with her coldly staring at him while he tried very, very, hard to pretend that he did not notice.
[In Huttese] "See now Jedi? See our plight? See why we hounded the Jedi for MONTHS about this?
She was right, and he knew it beyond a shadow of a doubt. The Council should have someone out a long time ago. Maybe even more than one person. The scene in front of him was gruesome, one that he could not tear his eyes away from. Like a horrible speeder crash. Riley almost wished that it had been that instead. He reached out slightly with the Force and found that the Captain was enraged, terrified, and exhausted. A quick survey around the militiamen proved that all shared those feelings. About ten other members of Dantooine's protectors milled about the scene, taking holo-recordings and bagging what little evidence they could without disturbing anything. But mostly Riley assumed they just didn't want to touch the bodies..
"Well Captain, the Jedi are here now. And I promise you that I wi-"
[In Huttese] "The "Jedi" are NOT here! They sent a boy.. they call you a "Knight" but you barely look a full grown man. And they expect you to solve something like this?I am not impressed "Jedi" you were sent here to shut us up. Nothing more."
Riley bristled at nearly every word the woman said. He particularly did not like the way that she called him a boy, or the sneering way that she said the word Jedi. She didn't believe in him or the Jedi despite begging for help for months. He took a moment to compose himself and remembered his Jedi training. It would do no good for him to take the bait and snap back at the captain. She was stressed, angry, and it was doubtful that she had slept at all in a week. No, he needed to be professional and calm about the situation. Someone had to be anyways. This was a terrible crisis that had turned up bodies. The Council may have doubted the seriousness of this issue, but he certainly did not anymore. He needed to get to the bottom of this, and he needed to do so soon before any other victims were found. Honestly he shuddered at the thought of more people turning up like this. He hoped he found who, or what, what was responsible for all of this and quickly. Someone like this deserved to be brought to swift justice as soon as possible. Track and capture the murderer and have him stand before the Jedi Council for trial and punishment. Quick, easy, and effective. Right? He shook his head slightly, shrugged off the Captain's words and turned to face her directly. He met her angry, disapproving stare with his best calming face. She recoiled slightly, either upset or disappointed that he did not glare, argue, or shout at her. She very likely wanted, and needed, a threat that she could identify, but the Jedi Knight refused to give it to her. He was here for the people, not just to make her feel better. He said nothing in return and instead turned away from her. To stride deeper into the dark caverns of Dantooine, towards what could only be described as a hidden mass grave.....
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Telarial Bralor
The Mandalorian Assembly
Affiliation: Mandalorian
Posts: 298
Affiliation: Mando'ade
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Post by Telarial Bralor on Jul 17, 2018 20:47:14 GMT -8
*Adonias after hours of searching, senses something amiss. He had a strong feeling that it had to do with his sister. Turning around, he sped across the plains of Dantooine. He returned to his ship, fired up the engines, and entered orbit. Setting his jump coordinates, he flipped the lever and entered lightspeed.*
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Post by Terra Fauna on Aug 22, 2018 9:28:26 GMT -8
A pack of Kath Hounds prowl about hungrily. It had been a while since they had successfully hunted for food. Their ears perked and necks turned collectively at the sound of voices and blasters in the distance. Poachers! Could this finally mean food for the pack? Or would they meet their demise? Just another day on the grassy plains of Dantooine.
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Nov 14, 2018 15:56:48 GMT -8
Stormtrooper patrols had become a rather common sight within rural Dantooine. Farms and farming towns had garrisons installed and fear placed in their hearts by the efforts of the Imperial Intelligence. However, despite this, Imperial Civil Services still went about to try and win the people's hearts with their propaganda methods and attempting to find Imperial fervor within these people. The estimations were worse than the reality as those willing to come forth were few and far between. The people of Dantooine were still bitter and that silence made the Imperials all the more concerned of the future. That was why the Emperor installed a strong garrison upon Dantooine in case of future... incidents.
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Tanara Ajahn
The Organization
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Post by Tanara Ajahn on Apr 24, 2019 18:53:10 GMT -8
Somewhere in the outskirts of Garang and the old Jedi enclave, far from First Order patrols, was an average sized house. From a distance it appeared absolutely ordinary, possibly a farmhouse or some kind of retreat, with a small garden a short distance from the house. The only unusual thing about it from the outside, was the rather large communications dish on the roof. The interior however, resembled a highly advanced listening outpost, for espionage and long ranged intelligence delivery.
The lethan Twi'lek had returned to her homeworld after parting ways with Crew of the Wayward Son, quite some time after the devastation on Naboo. She and her friend had travelled with them, fighting against the First Order. However disagreements arose when the Galactic Alliance collapsed, and so they went their separate ways. Her friend had been the one to suggest setting up shop on Dantooine, as the First Order had a relatively small presence there, but large enough that she could hack into their communications without being detected. This allowed her and her friend to keep tabs on what the First Order was up to, and send warnings of future attacks to their allies elsewhere in the galaxy. Being located in one place also allowed her an easier time in her attempts to track down her other friends, that she had yet to find after they had scattered and hidden from the initial First Order assault on Endor that had destroyed their hidden enclave and defense fleets.
She thought she had tracked down a lead, and so sent her friend to investigate further, leaving her alone. Well, not completely alone, she had made contact with the remnant fleet of her grandfather's old empire, and they had provided her some bodyguards. The four members of Alpha Squadron, the fleet's finest commandos. She had been pleased to learn that the fleet had survived, though barely, and were ready and waiting for her to resume command. Until she had been reunited with all her friends, she knew she wasn't going to be able to take down the First Order, and so was reluctant to use the fleet against them. In the meantime, she had suggested her friend utilize the fleet to track down that lead she had given him. Though most hesitant than she was, he had agreed.
Since that time, she had spent her days listening in on First Order communications, and taking careful notes of the state of the galaxy. This was her preferred battleground, as open combat did not suit her skills. Her lightsaber skills were adequate, but she relied more on the pair of blaster pistols strapped to her hips. But even with her impressive marksmanship, and ability to fill the air with energy bolts, she much preferred to remain in the background, supporting her allies with her clever hacking.
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Post by The Elusive Man on May 5, 2019 15:35:24 GMT -8
Having swept nearly 80% of the search grid provided, Operative Strahovski was losing faith that her target would be found. So far they had found nothing. However, there was a small chance that her target would be found within the last part of the search grid...
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