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Post by Whill Shaman Erevis on Apr 9, 2013 11:33:59 GMT -8
Anzat Spaceport was a major spaceport on Anzat. It was a safe place for the offworlders who came to refuel their starships or for business issues. Maggot's Cantina was located in Anzat Spaceport.
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Post by Tezzret on May 15, 2014 13:49:10 GMT -8
When the announcement came down that an anzati was taking control over the entire Anzat system their was much panic. Visitors and the newer residents of the Anzat spaceport took whatever ships they could find and left as quickly as possible. The older residents thought those people were being overdramatic, after all the anzati had always been around and hadn't caused too many problems why would they start now. When all the spaceports hangars and docking tubes were secured by a large gang of young azanti assassins in training the residents realized how wrong they were. Screams rang throughout the spaceport as the anzati took shifts between hunting down people to feed on their soup and guarding the hangars to prevent any escapees. The powers at be were incapacitated and the droids didn't. Have the processess to devote to caring.
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Post by Invictus Cain on May 16, 2014 7:26:47 GMT -8
The deaths of two Anzati was a quiet thing, barely a whisper, lost in the raging storm of fear, anger, and death that assaulted the sense from every direction. Thin wisps of oily black smoke leaked slowly from the mouths and noses of the dead being as the one they had incorrectly assumed to be their prey stepped over the cooling flesh. White robes flashed as the killer slipped out of the dead-end alley and back onto the streets. Although his breathing was harsh, throat raw from the power he had unleashed, Invictus Cain made no noise but for the faint tapping of his boots as he ran past doors that hung open, homes emptied of the life they had sheltered just hours before. Like all the other beings who had stayed, Cain had heard that an Anzati had managed to work him or herself into a position to take power in the system, but in his case, Cain had assumed that his studies were too important to be troubled by such things. Unlike the rest of those who had stayed, who were even now dead or being hunted to be killed, Cain had proved more than a match for any Anzati who had come across him thus far.
The tell-tale glow of the Force alerted Cain to another patrolling pair of Anzati walking up the road that intersected with the one he now ran along. They could not yet see him, and the Miraluka slowed, watching the presence of the pair though the walls. Despite being born without eyes, the Force allowed Cain to see through it, just as it did for all Miraluka, and for such a sight, solid matter was no barrier. His footsteps slowly and grew silent as Cain slacked off his pace from a rapid run to a more appropriate quick walk. The soles of his boots made no noise for a couple dozen steps until a sudden explosion of movement hurled him forward the last few steps at a sprint. A beam of light bluish-purple energy erupted from his white gauntleted hand as Cain drew and ignited his lightsaber in a single smooth move. There was a wet buzz and hiss, a pair of pained gasps, and both Anzati fell dead where they stood. One had managed to raw his stun blaster halfway, but Cain's sudden assault had caught them off-guard.
The time for subtlety had passed. Cain could see the docking bay where his ship remained, unharmed, just a few blocks away. A quick check on his HUD confirmed that the ship remained space-worthy, the security systems unchallenged thus far. Hurrying down the street once more, lightsaber drawn but not ignited, Cain concluded that the Anzati were too busy hunting to have yet bothered to try breaking into any of the starships. Something flickered oddly near the bottom o his HUD, and Invictus checked it carefully, then laughed when he realized what had happened. Being unable o see mechanical or holographic projections properly, the "HUD" in his helmet consisted of a thin layer of algae, a species that he himself had created through Force Alchemy. Located between the outer armour and the inner padding, the algae was manipulated by the helmet's computer into taking on various shapes to create an almost perfect replica of a true HUD, albeit one that could only be seen by those who could use a powerful form o Force Sight. The flickering shapes around the bottom of it was a small patch o the algae that had been corrupted by the foul Dark Side energy that had flowed out of Cain's mouth when he had cast a Sith Magic spell at the first two Anzati. The helmet computer was busy purging the corrupted algae, replacing it with healthy stock, creating a faint "static" effect in the area. Turning his attention back to the street, Cain hurried onwards, only a few minutes away from the hangers.
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Post by Faust Skirata on May 17, 2014 11:10:46 GMT -8
{Continued from Anzat's Orbit} The 'Zealot' skimmed Anzat's atmosphere before taking a sudden, steep dive toward the massive spaceport hovering above the planet's terrain. His IFF transponder was ignored, as was his hail and request for a berth. Unsurprising. Any invading force would make securing the spaceport its first priority. Its where all offworlders laid their heads while on Anzat, for fear of the monsters lurking in the canyons below. Alert for any sign of trouble, Faust guided the gunship into an empty berth, of which there were many to choose from. It seemed most non-natives had fled the turmoil. With a disdainful sneer the Mandalorian killed the ship's systems and stepped out into the floating city. Garbed in a cuirass, greaves, and bracers of Mandalorian Iron, he knew he would stand out among the fleeing civilians. His ruined visage, the twin beskads sheathed at his hip, and the Ripper holstered on his thigh just ensured he could not be overlooked.
Not that there was a crowd for him to disappear into, regardless. Faust could hear shouting and the occasional report of a blaster being fired in the distance, but this area seemed to be deserted. Either the invading force hadn't managed to secure the entirety of the space port yet, or they'd already scoured this area clean and were occupied elsewhere. Either way, he didn't expect his solitude to endure much longer. His left hand fell to rest on the grip of his beskad as he started off, heading deeper into the spaceport.
He walked less than a minute before encountering the soldier, a young Anzati clad in scuffed plastoid armor. He raised a vibroblade threateningly, only hesitating when he saw the Mandalorian's armor and clanking weapons. Faust didn't allow him the half-second it would've taken him to recover. Instead the priest lurched forward, feigning a rush from the left before juking back to the right, stepping out with his right leg only to pivot. He freed his beskad as he moved, his spin carrying him past the soldier's left side. His blade followed along behind, shattering plastoid and carving a bloody swath through the Anzati's rib cage.
It screamed. Loudly.
Cursing, Faust stepped forward and brought the beskad down in a brutal chop that cleaved the soldier's head in two, silencing him. In the sudden silence that followed, the Mandalorian wiped his blade clean on the fabric of the corpse's trousers, then straightened to gaze down the corridor. That had been a louder kill than he'd intended, sure to draw more of the creatures. Switching the beskad over to his right hand, he started off again, his clanking footfalls the only sound for now.
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Post by Tezzret on May 20, 2014 4:04:17 GMT -8
The vast majority of the spaceport's security forces had been demolished in the opening strike by the anzati rebels. Large assualts focused on the security centers had killed most of the personel and cut off access to the heavy weaponry. Since then most of the remaining personnel were fighting for their lives instead of doing their jobs. However someone had rallied a small group of the remaining security forces along with a few armed civillians in the hopes of escaping the station and alerting the fleet in orbit. They just needed a distraction to draw the attention of the guards so they could begin their assualt.
It was at that time the guards caught sight of invictus out in the open two dropped behind their makeshift barricade of plasteel crates rifles up. The third pulled out a stun baton and sniffed the air a smile spreading across his face. His probiscus extending in anticipation as he picked his lips.
This one is mine boys his soup is strong.
Alric advanced down the block his baton at the ready. Meanwhile his friends eased up again moving out from their cover. Then the militia made their move one moved up silently with a vibroknife slitting one of the anzati's throats as a discblade shot from the darkness and sliced cleanly into the others head. Three more advanced rifles up looking down the hallway towards the shuttles. A small masked man came from the shadows drawing the discblade from where it had sunk into the anzati's head. The one with the knife cleaned his blade on the corpse and drew a pistol taking aim at Alric and firing. Alric's assassin taining kicked in as he slept deftly to the side and turned towards his attacker. Most of the militia fled but the one with the discblade and the one with the knife hesitated for a few moments before following after their commrades. Not aware that they were heading towards Faust.
After you they'll be next. I'm gonna be stuffed tonight.
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Post by Invictus Cain on May 21, 2014 8:33:36 GMT -8
His footsteps slowing again as a trio of living shapes moved out into his path, Cain swore softly under his breath. It was just his cursed luck that he would run into a larger patrol. His hand tightened on his lightsaber, ready to launch himself into a furious assault at a moments notice, but movement of living beings from behind the Anzati blocking him held him back for a moment. The attack was sudden and lethal, dropping two o the Anzati, although the third easily avoided the attack and scared off the attacking beings. It seemed that Cain's luck had turned even worse, and he had encountered one of the older and therefore more powerful Anzati on the station. None-the-less, he could at least try to work his way past before it came to blows. Knowing that a prolonged fight would attract attention, Cain chose a different method to attempt to pass.
Drawing the dark energy of the pain, suffering, and death from all over the station towards him, and igniting the upper blade of his lightsaber, Cain strode forward, a determined, almost angry cast to his walk. The four green "eyes" on his otherwise blank white mask seemed to glitter with malice and a promise of terrible things to come, the deep hum of the lightsaber rose to fill the air, the thumping of Cain's boots beat out the thundering rhythm of a heartbeat. Faint, misty black wings swept upwards from his back, seeming to fill the entire street. Palpable waves of malevolent energy washed away from him, flowing towards the Anzati. Behind the mask, Cain's brow furrowed with concentration to keep the Illusion working. Knowing that it likely would not be enough, he called upon a deep reserve of strength, hissing out a few ancient, foul words, pushing the Dark Side into each one of them. The Sith Magic spell, meant to Summon Fear, leapt outward, as swift as a thought, driving at the Anzati assassin's mind.
Cain tensed his whole body as the spell left him, ready to spring into action the moment he saw hesitation in the being blocking his path.
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Post by Faust Skirata on May 27, 2014 8:03:41 GMT -8
The further he progressed into the spaceport, the the worse it got. Bodies were strewn about haphazardly, some riddled with scorches and burns, some lacking any visible injuries at all. Blood congealed in the corridors, and the smell of death hung heavily in the air. The Mandalorian's pulse quickened as he felt the hand of the Destroyer God fall heavily upon his shoulder. He had been brought here for a reason, he was sure. Kad would not have guided him to a place of such chaos if not to worship him. The blood that dripped from his kad was nowhere near sufficient to quench his thirst.
Good. Faust would be lying if he said he did not enjoy his duties. Some of the priests- Trull came to mind- worshiped with long-suffering sighs and grim determination, but not him. He gave thanks to his God for the chance to spill blood in his name, and sent Kad souls with a smile upon his ruined features.
The sound of approaching footfalls shook the priest from his musings. Grip tightening upon the hilt of his blade, he quickened to meet his next victims. When he saw the two soldiers round the corner, obviously terrified and both holding automatic weapons, he sighed and drew his Ripper with a fluid motion of his left hand. Both weapons dangled at his side as he halted, waiting for them in the center of the hallway, sulphuric yellow gaze never wavering from their oncoming forms. His chest began to swell as he softly hummed a hymn of bloodshed.
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Post by Neculai Dionysios on Jun 5, 2015 14:25:38 GMT -8
Another mission successful, or at least, so far. All he had to do was get the product safely in the hands of the buyer and receive the second half of his payment. The worst risks were behind him, as the Anzat had successfully passed through all security customs, easily bringing in a large order of illegally modified blaster weaponry and a few cases of glitter stem.*
*The Falling Star soared into the spaceport and casually glided towards its designated landing pad. In a hiss of steam, Neculai Dionysios gently brought down his ship, feeling it rock beneath him as the landing gear touched the hard ground. His finger gracefully switched off the ship's power and he ran his calloused hand through his light brown hair, letting out a long relaxed breath. "We did it, R2. Now, all we do is deliver." R2-P7, a violet colored astromech droid, chipped happily beside the Anzat smuggler. "Stay with the ship. I'm going to find our buyer."
Truth be told, Neculai had not been given a name, or even a physical description of the buyer. All he had been instructed was to go to the back of the spaceport cantina and to call out like a krayt dragon. He would then wait for five minutes before entering the cantina, where he was to sit in the booth in the Northwest corner of the building. That is where he would be met.*
*Neculai unstrapped himself from his seat and flipped a switch, extending the landing ramp of his XS Stock Light Freighter. Standing up, he smooted out his white dress shirt and adjusted his black bowtie. Entering the hallway of the ship, he made his way to the lounge and grabbed his black suit jacket from a small closet and slid it over his toned and muscular frame. He left his chest holster on the table and grabbed his DL-44 blaster pistol and tucked it into his belt in the small of his back, concealing it beneath the black jacket. His black dress shoes clicked sharply on the metal ramp as he made his exit. Pausing momentarily to shut the ramp behind him and to lock his ship with a six-digit security code, the Anzat melted into the crowd of his own people.*
*It had been nearly forty years since he had last been on his homeworld. And for good reason: the planet's secret service, an organization that Neculai himself had been formerly employed, was looking for him. There was a planet-wide warrant for his arrest for smuggling contraband in the name of the Anzat Intelligence Agency.... among other more gruesome charges obtained during his gruesome and bloody resignation. But the Anzat never said no to a job... especially when the amount of credits exceeded any job he had ever taken beforehand. More risk just meant more fun.*
*Neculai's eyes were constantly searching the swarms of people around him as he made his way to the cantina. He weaved back and forth, flawlessly maneuvering the crowd and failing to make contact with a single body. It took about five minutes, but finally, there it was, just about one hundred yards out. He slowed his pace as his left, cybernetic eye focused in on the building. In a blur of movement, everything rapidly approached the Anzat as his cybernetic eye zoomed in, searching the premises for any signs of federal forces or of any sort of compromise.*
*He took his time, standing by a small food cart for a solid ten minutes when his focus was broken by the sharp twang of the female vendor. "Are you just going to stand there or are you going to buy something? You're holding up the line!"
The vision in his left eye returned to normal as the Anzat blinked, turning to face the woman. "My apologies, Ma'am. Tell me, how much for the two sweet rolls?" His mouth broke into a sly smile at his joke, his eyes staring directly at the women's chest. She seemed fairly attractive, and if he had the time, Neculai would have loved to take her to bed. Flabbergasted, the woman reeled backwards in disgust before stepping forward. In a fluid motion, her right hand came up in a forehand swing, her palm smacking loudly against Neculai's left cheek.
"Pig! Get out of here!" She screamed as the force from the hit knocked Neculai backwards.*
*He stumbled to keep his footing: Kriff, she's stronger than she looks. His cheek was already stinging but Neculai chuckled as he turned to walk away. "Feisty." Before the woman could reply with another snarky insult, Neculai was lost among the thick crowd, making his way to the backside of the cantina.
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Post by Neculai Dionysios on Jun 5, 2015 18:31:05 GMT -8
He stood alone and unseen in the abandoned space behind the spaceport. Pieces of trash fell from the overstuffed dumpster and littered the ground, scampering across the smuggler's feet in the light breeze. His sense were on high-alert as he scanned his surroundings one last time..... He saw no one.*
*A shriek of a krayt dragon filled the air as Necuali cupped his hand around his mouth, projecting it as loud as he could muster. There was no doubt it would be heard among the usual noise and chatter of the commoners of the spaceport. Immediately, as the sound diminished, Neculai ducked behind the dumpster, pressing his body through the small space between that and the wall of the cantina. It was cramped, but he made it work.*
*He took a deep breath, and gagged. The smell of the dumpster was wretched: aromas of rotten food and waterlogged trash spiraling into the air. "Kriff, that stinks!" He grumbled as he looked down, noticing a white smear on his crisp black jacket. If he didn't have the need to stay hidden, Neculai would have screamed a thousand obscenities. If his jacket was ruined, he'd be sure to tack the compensation onto the buyer's bill. He hid silently behind the dumpster, feeling an oncoming sense of claustrophobia in the small space.*
* Five minutes ticked by and finally Neculai crawled out from the cramped space and took a deep breath, letting his lungs take in the sweet cool air around him. He stretched his back and was rewarded with a soft "pop", which was followed with a sigh of relief. He licked his thumb and wiped at the wet smear on his jacket.*
*The white junk came off. Neculai thought about how lucky the buyer was that his jacket wasn't ruined as he walked into the busy cantina. He sat down in his designated booth, set snugly in the corner of the Northwest side of the building. Almost immediately, a bulk of a man towered over him, the shadow trailing across Neculai's facial features.
"Something to drink, Sir?"
"Yes, please." The Anzat answered, reaching into his inside jacket pocket and removing a handful of credits. "I'll have a martini: shaken, not stirred." He placed the credits in the bartender's hand and sat back and relaxed. After he received his drink, Neculai waited.*
*As he took his fifth sip, a male green Twi'lek, clad in the dirty rags of the homeless, slid into the booth across from him: silent as a wraith. "I've got a speeder parked in front of your ship, manned by a young boy. Black hair, bronze skin. Load the speeder and he will be sure you are paid." And in the blink of an eye, he was gone again, lost in the crowd.*
*Fortunately, Neculai was accustomed to this sort of meeting and had anticipated yet another curveball. Being discreet and not attracting unwanted attention was the most important part of his profession. And with that, there were often a multitude of steps that had to be taken to ensure the success of the delivery of illegal items.*
*He stood up and finish the remnants of his drink before he left the cantina, headed back for his ship.
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Post by Neculai Dionysios on Jun 7, 2015 21:29:55 GMT -8
There was a ship, and as the strange Twi'lek had said, there was the young boy waiting for him in a small speeder. Immediately, Neculai could tell the child was a greenhorn to the black market. He sat stiff as a board and his eyes darted nervously back and forth. His fingers twiddled anxiously and finally, his eyes met Neculai's. At first, the kid looked away, trying not to draw the attention of a fancily dressed male stranger. But then it shown in his eyes as he realized who it was.*
*He nervously jumped out of the speeder and his short, pudgy legs shuffled awkwardly as he approached. "I presume you're Mr. Dio-"
Fear flashed across Neculai's face as his hand blurred, clasping itself across the boy's mouth, silencing him in an instant. "Shut you're mouth, boy! If you even so much as mutter my name, you'll have the feds all over this place. Do you understand?" As he spoke, he nonchalantly spun the boy on his heels and directed him towards the Falling Star. The boy didn't resist, but his little brown eyes were wide with fear. He shook his head and Neculai released his grip. He punched in the security code to the freighter and they made their way inside to the hallway with the hidden floor compartments.
"Alright, kid. Let's make this quick." He removed the metal floorboard to reveal a deep cargo compartment about two meters by two meters filled with four unmarked, silver containers. He jumped down, bent over and grabbed the handle of the first box. He hoisted it up and above his head, veins bulging from his toned biceps, until the young boy relieved him of its weight and placed it on the ground and out of the way. The same procedure continued for the last three and in the end, Neculai's sculpted arms burned and ached from the mild workout. He pulled himself out of the compartment and immediately replaced the floorboard. In the blink of an eye, all signs of the hidden compartment were lost.
"Wait here. I've got a small cart we can put these on." The boy disappeared as he exited the shuttle, returning a minute later with a four wheeled, flatbed cart.*
*Another minute later, and Neculai had thrown the four containers onto the bed and the boy wheeled it down the exit ramp, his eyes once again nervously shooting back and forth, looking for any sign of trouble. If he didn't want to get caught, he'd have to learn to act more calmly and avoid drawing any sort of suspicion or attention.*
*Neculai followed him to the speeder and watched as the boy struggled to lift the containers. "Use your legs." He advised as the boy's back began to slump, threatening to give out... or worse. Neculai saw it coming and was there, his strength reinforcing the boy's an instant before he lost his grip. Had he dropped the container, who knows what kind of attention the noise would have drawn. And if the top had popped off and the spices spilled out.... Trouble would have erupted. How did this kid even get a job in illicit dealings? He was a total scrub!*
*Finally, after the containers were loaded, the boy spoke. His voice was high-pitched, having not yet experienced puberty. It still rang with confidence, all previous signs of nervousness were lost. "I took the privilege of taking a beverage from your kitchen-area. I hope you don't mind. Have a great day, Sir."
"That's fine. I'll be seeing you soon." They shook hands and the boy hopped into his speeder. The engines whined to life and the rusty, orange vehicle lurched forward with a loud screech. Neculai didn't wait for it to leave, having already turned around and re-entering his ship yet again. Immediately, he made his way to the lounge/kitchen and found a large black briefcase sitting alone on the table. His hands ran across the leather binding and finally rested on the two silver latches. Unfastening them with a graceful swipe of his hand, his eyes widened at the sight of his payment, the light reflecting off his emerald eyes like fire.*
*50,000 credits.
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Post by Natalia Zavesti on Dec 3, 2018 11:56:46 GMT -8
Seated in my private chambers, I sat cross-legged on my bed. My eyes were closed and my mind was wandering within the depths of the Force. So much was happening. The battle raging above the planet, and the crash landing of an enemy vessel. Though that was due to the cannon defending the spaceport, more than anything. But still. Fortunately, the occupants had survived the crash, or so my scouts were reporting. As I sat there, meditating, a beacon lit up within my mind's eye. An incredibly strong presence within the Force. Absent-mindedly, I licked my lips, both in anticipation and in hunger. The life force of this one was incredibly strong. And his companions weren't anything to laugh at either. Perhaps, if I played my cards right, I could capture all of them. What a promising thought. Three force-sensitive sentients, captured by my hand. The thought of that made the hunger deep within me throb. It had been some time since I had last fed on anything remotely decent.
Opening my eyes, I uncurled my legs and slid across the bed, planting my feet on the cold metal floor. A brief chill ran through my body as I adjusted to the temperature of the floor. Reaching out for my robe, I pulled the decadent fabric garment over my shoulders and tied the sash loosely around my waist. Running my fingers through my hair, I made my way over to the refresher unit. Turning on the water, I allow it to run for a few moments while I turn on the holo reports coming in from around the planet, most of them focused on the space battle, though a few made mention of a ship possibly crashing in one of the northern valleys. With a small smirk I pull the sash loose and shrug out of the robe, stepping into the shower. With a sigh of relief, I allow the warm water wash over me, while I contemplate my next move...
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Post by Natalia Zavesti on Dec 16, 2018 14:26:34 GMT -8
Standing under the flowing water, I sigh. Even if I was able to capture the invaders, what would prevent their forces in orbit from committing to the utter destruction of the spaceport? Turning around and allowing the water to wash down my back, I run my left hand through my thick red hair, wincing slightly as my fingers catch a few minor tangles. The Anzati were committed to me, that much was certain. Even a few freelancers were held in thrall. And while we weren't strong enough to repulse an invasion, the current shore party was a different story. Whether my scouts found them or not, made little difference. They were on my doorstep. And I was oh so very hungry. And determined. Shutting the water off and reaching for my towel, I wrapped it around myself and stepped out of the shower. I would need to be prepared to encounter these people soon enough, as I doubted anyone else would be willing to share such a feast. With a small smirk to myself, I began drying myself off, anticipating the encounter that seemed to be inevitable at this point...
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Post by Natalia Zavesti on Jan 2, 2019 21:53:53 GMT -8
News of my dead scouts had finally trickled back to my ears. Unfortunate, however the intel they had managed to get back to me was most appetizing. A fully intact Sith corvette had hit the surface. Most of the occupants had survived and the impressive and tantalizing display of power by a particular red and black tattooed Zabrak was enough to make me flush, both with desire and hunger. He was my primary goal now. Even if he was responsible for the gruesome murder of my scouts, he possessed a great deal of power. Power enough to feed me for months at least, should I pace myself. A few days if I did not. At this point, I did not care whether or not I paced myself. The anticipation of feeding on this Zabrak was almost too much to contain. Patience, I reminded myself. I hadn't managed to get this far without being patient with my prey. The lovely young women accompanying the Zabrak would slate my hunger enough to allow me to enjoy feasting upon the Zabrak male. The body-cams of my scouts gave enough intel to allow me to proceed forward. With a sly grin, I issued my next order to the assassins eagerly awaiting an assignment. Just a little more provocation and they would fall neatly into my trap...
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Post by Viox Savage on Jul 13, 2019 8:36:45 GMT -8
Continue from here...The odd assassin here, a small scouting party there. Surprisingly, they hadn't encountered much resistance making their way to the spaceport. Though, as they drew nearer, Viox now understood why. Having moved up from the main group to scout and investigate, from his perch atop a sturdy tree branch, he could make out the enemy fortifications near the perimeter of the spaceport. Soldiers, weapons emplacements, light vehicles. They definitely were prepared here. Though it made sense, tactically. With the enemy out in the wilderness, sending out massive deployments of soldiers subjected them to being picked off in guerilla styled hit-and-run tactics. Whereas making the enemy come to you, you had time to prepare and ensure they would simply smash upon your fortifications. And, if they were smart, which he was starting to see that the Anzati were, they would have a taskforce deployed behind them, creating a pincer that would snap shut once they made their move against the spaceport perimeter. While he knew his course of action, this was Luxeria's command. She would need to come up with a plan to deal with their approach and the potential of being flanked...
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Post by Luxeria on Jul 15, 2019 7:39:07 GMT -8
The whole pace forward, the lingering feeling as if they were being watched never left her. She couldn’t explain when it hit her, but with each individual or small scouting party they crossed, the feeling looked over her more and more. The tactics didn’t make sense. The Anzati knew they were out here. So why not send the troops out to apprehend or kill them? It was all wrong. In her mind, it meant only one thing: they were being expected.
It was m, by far, the safest thought to have. She couldn’t let pride take over in thinking that they had been that skilled in keeping themselves unnoticed or that her plan was masterful. Such thinking led to quick failure. There would be plenty of forces awaiting them at the spaceport. But would that be all? She, like Viox, believed that using the situation to their advantage would allow them to have a force sneak up behind and catch them off guard. They’d have to be ready.
Her head then turned toward the Sith’ari’s group as she noticed the Zabrak jump up and disappear into the trees. She brought the teams to a halt as the Sith Lord got an idea of what Kay before then. It was but a few minutes before she let her presence reach outward towards the Sith wondering what it was he could see from his perch. She might have been in charge, but knowledge from anyone of their soldiers could be of great value on the battlefield.
<<What is it that you see, my Lord?>>
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Post by Viox Savage on Aug 4, 2019 15:10:12 GMT -8
As he continued to watch the enemy soldiers patrolling the perimeter, the seductive and alluring presence of Luxeria filled his mind as her voice echoed softly, asking him what he saw.
Enemies. Azanti Armed Forces. Patrolling the perimeter of the space port.
Came his response to her. Again, he had his plan all worked out, but this was her show. So, in order to give her a proper idea, he closed his eyes and reached out to Luxeria's mind. Taking the sights he had seen of patrolling guards, anti-air weapons emplacements, searchlights and armored vehicles, he implanted the images into her mind, giving her his bird's eye view of the space port perimeter ahead. Now that she was brought up to speed, he slowly allowed the connection to her to dissipate as he vaulted down the tree, from bough to bough. Landing softly on the ground beside her, he dusted his hands off and posed the question.
"What next?"
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Post by Luxeria on Sept 11, 2019 23:52:16 GMT -8
Luxeriacworked to take in everything that Viox passed into her mind. The patrols, the armored vehicles, spotlights, and anti-air emplacements, all of it being processed. Bit by bit, she tried to work a strategy out. She wasn't the best at such thinking, at least not at this level. Still, she worked out what she could. Their forces were small in comparison to what might have been waiting inside. They had to be cautious in how they went about it. Going in full force would attract everyone and put them in a bind that would possibly get them kiled.
A heavy fight would come their way, no doubts there, but they could work to minimize what they faced if they did things quietly and in a timely manner. She wasn't concerned about the anti-air emplacements or the spollights as once they attacked, it'd be over and the guns would be useless against such close ground targets. They could try and manipulate some of the forces, but being Anzati, getting in their heads wouldn't go well. Not to mention the chances of another force coming up behind them.
Working out a solution that seemed to work best for her, she turned to Viox as he spoke. "We need to place some traps behind us so to slow down and give us warning to any troops coming up from behind us. A group of skilled snipers and soldiers should hold back enough to be ready to engage and pick off all they can at the warning while still being clise enough to assist us. As for the perimeter, we should time our attack as the patrols pass by the armored vehicles. As they do, we'll use the Force to alter the tanks to flip or at least run over the troops while snipers and gernadiers seek to wipe out any standing troops as quickly as possible. Once the fight begins, the others remaining inside will know we're here so best to take out as many as possible in a coordinated attack."
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Post by Viox Savage on Jan 14, 2020 15:55:03 GMT -8
Listening to Luxeria's strategy, the Sith'ari nodded in agreement. A little less direct than his approach would have been, but none-the-less and effective one.
"You surprise me, Luxeria. Despite your obvious skills, a keen strategical mind lies behind that seductive smile. Go. Ready our troops and prepare for our assault upon the Spaceport. I will assist you until we have breached their perimeter. After that, I have my own objective..."
With a small smirk, the Zabrak turned to face the glow emanating from the Spaceport ahead. It would be a challenging fight, but nothing they couldn't handle. And, if they managed to shut down or destroy enough of the anti-air emplacements, the fleet above would be able to assist them with more troops and localized fire support. Which would prove useful, if the Anzati decided to muster a counter attack.
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Post by Luxeria on Jan 15, 2020 2:49:13 GMT -8
Luxeria nodded and began distributing orders to the men. Gernades and mibes were set up to slow down and alert the group staying back as most of the soldiers began geading into position for their attack. Snipers began setting up to take down those around the spotlights as well as the stragglers of their first attack.
Setting herself up, she loojed to Vasari "Are you ready for this?"
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Post by Vasari on Jan 15, 2020 14:29:20 GMT -8
Vasari had moved along with the group as ordered, her mind however was distracted, pulled far afield by the presence of the storm growing stronger and nearer as the battle raged on below. Vasari had been pulled toward it but had refrained for the most part - staying with the group and covering flank as she was ordered to do - and then they had moved into the spaceport itself and the battle had changed tactics. Luxeria was still giving out orders which she was connected with the girl enough to know her place in and she had fulfilled her role adequately enough but never with one hundred percent of her attention. A part of her mind was still on that storm, as if it was a part of why there were hear... as if it held the answers to truly ruling this planet, and not just its populace.
The voice of her partner and Leader pulled her from her daze and she snapped her head towards Luxeria, the picture of obedient readiness. She had understood the plan well enough - separating forces hitting targets quickly and having one force kept in reserve guarding against any possible assault from behind and ready to reinforce any area that was outmaneuvered our out flanked or floundered in any way. It was a safe strategy, filled with military effeciency and precision that she had expected from someone trained as an assassin.
"I am ready for anything my love..."She smirked casually tilting her head to the side a little watching her stand there cool and calculating, prepared for anything. She bit her lip a little unconsciously"Where do you want me? Here with this group, or by your side?"
Honestly she didn't mind where the battle was here, she still go the feeling that the real battle was over there... within the cloud. But regardless of her thoughts or feelings on the matter she would follow orders, and if they were from Luxeria - she would like it. A small smirk slipped across her lips, playful... at the thought she had just had - but mixed with the lipbite that it followed Luxeria might think it was something else if she wasn't paying attention.
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