Atton Kaelan
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Post by Atton Kaelan on Sept 8, 2014 13:50:58 GMT -8
Multiple...heart...surgeries..... Alana thought with surprise. Atton must have the resilience of steel. That's impressive.She tried her best to wrap her mind around the fact that her friend had undergone something so intense. Normally heart surgery, singular, was an event, but to have to go through more than one of them to be sitting here now. She was amazed by his tenacity. Also, by an impressive and indomitable will to survive. Alana also leaned backwards in her seat, shifting her weight and placing both hands palms downward onto the tabletop."Atton, however it came to be, I'm glad...." She stated in a warm, earnest tone. "It was a darker Universe without you in it. I didn't like having to give you a memorial." She hoped that he would see the truth to her words. She waited and wondered how much of her friend, the man that she remembered, had made it through the fall of Anobis and survived those surgeries intact. Or if what she had buried in the ruins of the Jedi Temple had been their relationship. "..." *Atton sighed heavily, the storm that had been brewing within him at seeing her again fading rapidly away. As much as he wanted to lash out at her for not being there to defend their home, to blame her for the loss of the temple, he just couldn't bring himself to do it. They had been friends ever since he had landed on Anobis, through many battles and trials, and there were precious few of his friends left in this galaxy now...
But still, even if he wasn't going to lash out, he had to know where she had been. Where had she been all this time? Where had she been while their home had been getting bombed?*"Hey...I just want to know something." *He looked her in the eye.*"Where were you, Alana? All this time, where have you been?" |
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Lilith
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Post by Lilith on Sept 29, 2014 9:27:48 GMT -8
Lil hadn't been in Galactic City long - she wouldn't stay long either. Large cities like this were quite profitable for a skilled pick pocket like herself, but they were more dangerous too. People were more careful here, and with a larger population, the chances of pissing off the wrong person were higher. Lil could hold her own in a fight, sure, but she didn't really like fighting. To be more specific, she didn't really like getting hit. She was more than capable of charming her way out of most situations too... but a sweet smile, apology and batting of the eye lashes didn't always work. She'd score some valuables, and jump on a ship out of there in just a few days.
The streets were bustling at this time of day. Late afternoon foot traffic had picked up - workers on their way home, parents picking up a few last minute items for dinner, kids reeking havoc before curfew... Lil had her red hair pulled back into a ponytail and was doing her best to blend into the crowd with her simple leather jacket (that concealed two of her blades) and a pair of jeans that fit well, but allowed her to move and stretch without hindrance. Her target was ten feet in front of her, in a weird set of Jedi robes - she wondered if he even was a Jedi; didn't they have a dress code? He was tall enough she could watch him move through the waves of people without losing him, so she'd give him his space until she'd make her move.
She had spotted him in the market earlier that day. She was sure he was carrying something of value, as every few minutes his hand had strayed to a pocket, as though he needed assurance whatever it was was still there. All she needed was the opportunity to bump into him... and as she watched him veer off path, she knew that chance was upon her.
He'd turned right and stopped, standing at the back of a group of people waiting for the path to cross the street to clear. Lil closed the gap in a few strides, and tripped with prefect precision. Lurching forward, she let out a squeal of surprise,
"Oh!"
Hands up to catch herself, her right palm landed firmly on the strangers chest... Her left sneaking slyly into his pocket. She felt the soft fabric of a pouch - full of credits she was sure - swiftly pulled, and in an instant, it was hers. She righted herself and looked up at the man, eyes wide and looking surprised - he was kind of cute. A slight of hand and the pouch was tucked away at the small of her back, as her right hand went up to touch the back of her head. She felt the blood rush to her cheeks as she blushed, feigning embarrassment, and looked at her toes. This was her most useful trick - blushing on command. Unfortunately the trick only worked one way. She could blush when she wanted to... but couldn't keep herself from blushing when she didn't. It was one of her few tells...
"Sorry about that.."
She smiled up at him, letting her right hand fall back to her side. She waited a beat, then turned and walked in the opposite direction he was headed...
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Post by Deleted on Sept 29, 2014 17:04:44 GMT -8
It was late afternoon when I was able to free myself from the bureaucracy within both the order and republic trying to pen a tweaty that would restart friendly relations between the factions and I felt it hard to keep a persona that I was some sort of mute jedi covered completely. Fortunately being in a place where I wasn’t stopped and either interrogated on my story or lectured on the stories of legend that people claimed belong to the real me was was a boon as it allowed me to actually walk around with my hood and mask off.
I was on my way to meet with a friend when it happened, a lady around my age bumps into me nearly falls to the ground. I do my level best to make sure se doesn’t fall completely to the ground. I knew it was someone trying to pickpocket me, so I would often carry one or two bags with a couple creds, enough for the perp to buy their next meal… but this time I didn’t get lucky and have them a decoy… what’s worse is I didn’t realize it until I got to the location.
‘The tea garden… strange name for a pub’
patting the pocket again I realized that the familiar bulge of the sack of jewel custom made for the friend I was meeting her was missing. after sending a brief message that I would be late I searched around the building for an old cable line… finding it I connected a device to it, enabling me to synchronize my network with the police bands and other frequencies looking for any location on any of the under levels that would catch what I could remember of the thief, or the stolen merchandise.
“Alrght, time to see what this Go Mode has to offer”
Raising the mask up over my face and re-donning my cowl, I pressed a button on my Wrist-comp, the nature of the tech inlaid in the armor and augmented by natural force abilities became apparent as I faded from perception from those around me and was able to move around more freely. I was still definably visible… but so long as I did not draw attention to myself, unless someone really was set on knowing where I was, they would not see me. In lab techs this worked on organic and synthetic subjects, but there was nothing like a field test to see how well the tech works. so, Taking a tentative step toward the edge of shadows, I began my attempt to trace down the woman that stole from me.
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Lilith
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Post by Lilith on Sept 30, 2014 7:52:34 GMT -8
*Lil walked for 20 minutes. She'd made a turn at every opportunity, ensuring she couldn't be followed. She was on a quiet street, lined with small shops, and a few apartments. She looked around before stopping and leaning on a wall. No one seemed to be following her, looking for her... or around at all really.
She took the pouch from its hiding spot at the small of her back and opened it. Jewels. This was a good sign. She grinned and took one from the bag, holding it up to the light. It was beautiful... but she had no idea what it was, or what it was worth. Looking up and down the street she was on, she spotted a pawn shop and decided to go in. They didn't always pay the best, but maybe she could get a better idea of what she was carrying.
She made her way over, and pushed the door open. It was small inside, with knick knacks of all kinds on shelves on the walls. An old man stood behind a glass case that held what Lil assumed to be his most valuable items. He eyed her suspiciously, but she smiled wide at him.*
"Hi there. I'm new around here. Moved in a few streets over!"
*She nodded her head in an 'over there' gestured, and continued on, now standing in front of the counter.*
"Things are a little tight - moving is pretty pricey nowadays... These have been in my family a while, but seeing as I'm the only one left, and I don't really have any use for them, I thought maybe I could sell them."
*She gave him a warm smile and a shrug. And he bought the whole story. Hook, line and sinker. He waved her forward.*
"Alright. Let me see.."
*Lil took a jewel from the pouch and handed it over for inspection.*
"To be honest... I don't know anything about them. What they are. How much they go for..."
*The old man took his time going over the jewel - holding it up to the light, using a magnifier to look more closely... Lil waited with baited breath. These things had to be worth some coin!*
"I'm sorry. I can't help you."
"What?!"
*She was louder than intended and took a moment to ground herself.*
"What do you mean? Whats wrong with them?"
*The old man shrugged and handed the jewel back to her.*
"Nothing is wrong with them dear girl... I just don't believe them to be of any value. I've never seen such a stone before. I can't sell something like that here."
*Lil put the jewel back in the pouch and tuck it into her jacket.*
"I don't understand - you've never seen it before, wouldn't that make it very valuable?"
*The man smiled.*
"Or completely worthless."
*He gestured to a shelf on the wall.*
"Perhaps you'd like a new tea set for your home?"
*Lil grinned and shook her head, but moved to the shelf and took a small ceramic Cu-Pa down. Digging into her pocket for a couple credits, she put it on the counter.*
"I'll take this though."
*The transaction was quick. She thanked the man for his help and left the shop, wondering what her next move should be.*
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Post by Deleted on Sept 30, 2014 20:06:20 GMT -8
…and with the ping, so was I.
Granted that for the first 10 minutes of the chase I was stationed near computer terminals in an attempt to speed up the mapping for the more, legitimate venues she could go to, when the alert came in of the crystals appearing in a pawn shop on the east side of the east side of the level. but fortunately the girl was inexperienced enough to allow her face to be seen on camera. I didn’t know how well this thief operated, so I did not want to waste time looking up the data on who she was but instead sent a message to the contact I was meeting, telling him I would just be a few more minutes delayed. without a reply I began to make a dash across the level to be in the generalized area. she didn’t know it yet but my hunt began.
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Lilith
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Post by Lilith on Oct 3, 2014 4:17:02 GMT -8
*With nothing else to do, and no plan, Lil continued to wander the streets, taking turn after pointless turn. She would continue to do so until she came across another store she might be able to pawn her new find off in. She'd never encountered an issue selling jewels... Then again, she hadn't stolen many out of pockets. People were smarter than that - carry jewels around in his pocket. what was he thinking?*
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Post by Deleted on Oct 8, 2014 10:59:33 GMT -8
it took an hour to catch up to the thief (although it felt perhaps more like a week), but taking into consideration… when you looked like a member of the underworld PD, it was harder to keep eye off of you. so movements had to be slow and calculated. along the way i happened to come into contact with a seller that worked for my friend. i briefly dropped the pistol i had on my person in exchange for a heftier one that could accommodate a heftier stun cartridge as well as standard rounds that could kill simultaneously. loading the gun and placing it in my coat i knew that to fire i would only have to spin the cylinder down for stun, and up for kill.
after a short while longer i found her. the plan to catch up required my to bump into her from the front… so i dashed around the block to a nearby florist. i dropped one of the bags of creds i had hoped she would have taken instead for a bunch of roses. then i planted myself where logic would dictate she would be shortly, i handed out the flowers to females as they walked by, ensuring i had one as i bumped into her
“Excuse me miss. would you like a flower? a pretty girl deserves a pretty flower.”
behind the lenses i tried to gauge her response… I think i was scaring her so i continued
“What is wrong pretty lady? you seemed troubled… Come, let me buy you food and drink, put all your worries aside.”
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Post by Jared Onossu on Oct 8, 2014 20:43:21 GMT -8
He was never fond of the Jedi getting themselves involved with his work since their abilities had granted them an advantage over anyone else though while it did prove to make progress he was still uncomfortable around them, they knew he didn't like them and that's the way he wanted it. He checked his holster gripping the handle of a blaster when the strange looking silhouette scurried the opposite way between two walls where the narrow path led down towards a strain of shortcuts which could get you to the other districts if you didn't get lost first. The smell of cooked meat and smoke that rolled out above a food trolley caught him with a growling stomach that made him question where and when his next meal would be, but he was already hunting some low life scum bang he'd hope that would provide him a lead in his seemingly hopeless case. Jared wasn't a fan of enclosed spaces which he ran threw feeling almost like a maze which he expected to find himself running into a trap at the end of it. They would always be led to believe the trap was waiting for Jared Onossu but no, they are the one's that trap themselves by having nowhere to run no where to hide and lucky for him he knew these parts fairly well since this wasn't the first time a crook tried to outrun Onossu down here. He sprinted down every path, every corner until he came to a stop with a continued paste as he moved towards the man who got himself into a dead end up against a locked door.
He kept walking as the man he chased down here watched him when suddenly from out around the corner he was attacked as a broken steel pipe came at him until he grabbed it with his bare hand then brought the man to the ground with a swift strike to the nose. Blood gushed from out of his nose as he held the shattered bone in place with agonizing cries, Jared may of even dislocated a finger after that by the way it felt. His expression was one of disgust & hate as he moved towards the man with his hands up backing against the wall until he could move back no further, then as the steel pipe fell from Jareds hand he grabbed the collar of the junkies jacket slamming him back against the wall breaking a whimper out of the guy. You son of ah - He looked back a split second to find the other crook had passed out. Do you even realize what you've done?
The crook swallowed where there was no saliva, his throat ran a dry as the furious officer had him by his jacket collar. Every day he seen junkies like this guy who knew something about someone because they always heard something there was no doubt about that. The big bad boss and his henchmen distributes the goods to hundreds of dealers from many districts who sells to junkies like this guy but in order to find out who the boss gets his orders from there was a trail to follow here to which there was no shortcut. Jareds nose cringed at the smell of this junkie who probably hadn't showered in months probably a year, but he wasn't interested in the mans hygiene. After Jared had questioned the Junkie he continuously blurted out 'Uh' not quite understanding what this officer was actually taking him down for at the moment. You made me miss my lunch hour and I get pretty damn aggressive when I haven't eaten! He shouted into the crooks face making him clench his eyes shut wondering if he was going to receive a beating like the guy bleeding out all over the ground. Hell if causing Jared to miss lunch wasn't scary enough it was that infamous look he had cast over his face as if he were looking into your soul and what he seen was shit. You're gonna tell me who supplied you or I'm gonna twist that funny lookin nose of yours right off.
He let out a cry and shook his head, though he did break that other guys nose Jared Onossu wasn't completely twisted. One thing that was important about this trail he was on was the fact that it had nothing to do with smugglers or Kingpins distributing the goods across the galaxy, that would be impossible to end. He was just interested in the mysterious series of assassinations to which every murder had ties to an important figure here on Coruscant, just fyi this case could cost him his job if anyone knew he worked illegally off duty. p-please! i'll be dead if i tell you..
He said to the officer when Jared replied simply with a grin. I'm taking you in anyway, you'll be more safe behind bars. Jared said to his surprise was reasonable to the junkie. It was no surprise though that the name Grotto was familiar to him, in fact knowing that he already had information on the dealer made his day less stressful. He glanced at him once more and reached in beneath his coat to grab credits. This is enough credits to get you off world, leave and find yourself some respectable work or stay here to die. It was at that last moment when he realized it wasn't worth taking him in, the kid would have a better chance getting off the planet then be locked up here and murdered by some hired thug because he didn't keep his mouth shut. The guy merely looked at the credits in his hand then watched as Jared walked away back to the districts.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 15, 2014 23:02:09 GMT -8
The civilian AA-9 Coruscant Freighter made its way down through the atmosphere of Coruscant and headed straight for the spaceport, un molestered by any military or law enforcement personelle. In a galaxy where there was no single unified government, one's identity was near impossible to guarantee as legitimate, and it was for that reason, that this plan was brilliant. With over a half dozen or so other AA-9 Coruscant Freighter's landed, there was no way anyone could possible check all 180,000 or more passangers with enough accuracy that they would recognize falsified documents or the faces of men such as General Zahn and Master Grai'Tal, especially when considering the fact that as far as anyone outside Imperial High Command was concerned in the current day and age, General Zahn did not exist.
Anyone who had been at the trial that General Terrance Zahn had been involved in all those many years ago, was long dead or would put the resemblance between the two people down to some crazed idea that would be ignored, since Terrance Zahn had been executed by beheading. As each group made their way through customs, they collected their assigned gear crates, all of which contained sensor masks designed to mask the weapons, but not the other goods packed in with them, and made their way out of the spaceport and took local airspeeder's to their agreed upon meeting locations. General Zahn waited until Panno and his Imperial Knights were past customs, before leading them out to an airspeeder which took them towards the Senate building, it was during this brief interlude trip that Zahn turned towards the Dressellian, as they both sat in the back of the airspeeder out of earshot of the driver
So... Ever been to Coruscant before? Personally, this is my first visit, but my predecessors have made many a visit here, both during the time of the Galactic Empire, and even afterwards when the Republic had claimed it as their capital. Let's just say... their visits never ended well for them after the Republic moved in...
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Panno
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Post by Panno on Oct 16, 2014 8:37:52 GMT -8
It was a really anti climate trip, something that the Imperial Knight was thankful for. They would be having enough fun in due time. Landing also had been easy, the only obstacle was sending off a little girl who had taken to him during the trip. They were meant to blend in after all and it wouldn't do for him to stare at a wall brooding. She had made a scene, crying and asking for him to go in their taxi but after bribery from her mother, and a subtle influence through the force they left.
Shaking his head Panno got ready for story time.
Nah, I havent been here and to my knowledge there hasnt been an Imperial Knight on this planet since the Empire took it back from Darth Krayt. After the Republic claimed it we respected their territorial boundaries, only going into them when it was needed. Looks like this time the Imperials being here wont be to good for them.
He had wanted to say more, it was the pre-mission jitters he always experienced. His nerves ready for the fighting, but with nothing to smash all that energy went to his mouth. It took concious effort to stop the talking.
That will teach them for talking about war crimes on open Holonet channels.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 17, 2014 3:18:57 GMT -8
It is good to respect one's enemy, it is an admirable trait, something the Republic does not quite understand... But they will learn... They are like a child that need's a good chiding to be reminded of their place... And we shall give it to them...
General Zahn gave a nod, feeling quite exhilirated by the thought of the coming storm, before returning his attention back towards the direction their Airspeeder was heading. Whilst the Fifth Battalion was busy travelling via a multitude of Airspeeder Taxi services towards the Senate Building, The First, Second and Third Battalions were all using round about routes of heading towards a trio of Republic Military Compounds, using the travel time to attach several Republic Military crests to their armour and grab their weapons from within the crates, before ditching them in a number of locations throughout the city, that each group had been assigned to, making sure to lock and load their weapons. One of the great things about Galactic spanning governments such as the Republic and Empire, which became quite apparent following the recently broadcasted Senate session, was that they had a multitude of secret departments of Government as well as a number of black ops programs that required very little proof to convince a grunt to allow such people access to military compounds.
It was for this reason, that each of the lead airspeeders carried a Commando who was acting as the CO for the unit's that were now arriving to each compound, bearing documents that would seem legitimate enough that gave orders for the currently arriving Commando's to back up the forces stationed on each of the Stenax moons, following intel that they were under threat of being attacked by terrorist elements
Compound #1
The convoy stopped in a line at the Compounds entrance, at which point the CO, one Special Agent Thaddeus, exited the lead transport and approached the gate house, handing over the documents as he removed his helmet, to look the soldier on duty face to face
Special Agent Thaddeus of the Republic Security Bureau's Anti-Terrorism task force. We need to borrow some transports to get up to Stenax-1, apparently the Bureau's budget didn't include our own gunships.. I tell ya, politics these days.. Enough money to get agents to defend a Hypervelocity Gun, but not enough to afford our own transports to get up to them...
Compound #2
The convoy came to a stop at the entrance, whilst Special Agent Jorge waited for the Gate Guard to approach the lead vehicle, ready to hand over the necessary papers as he removed his helmet and smoked a cigarette
Come on son, I don't have all day! I gotta get these men up to Stenax-2, Republic Security Bureau business...
Compound #3
as with the other compounds, the convoy stopped at the gate, with Special Agent Jeremy waiting to be approached first before he would say anything, the papers ready and waiting as he sat with his helmet also in his lap and a look of displeasure at having been forced to go through this formality
The Works and The Senatorial District
Meanwhile, the Fourth Battalion was busy splitting off into three different groups, the smallest of which headed for 500 Republica, whilst the other two groups headed for the Works and the Senatorial District.
The two main groups were further subdivided into several different locations across the Works and Senatorial District areas, each group being dropped off with their crates, which they retrieved their weapons and explosives from, before heading for the designated locations they had been assigned to, which were various distances from where the crates were left, so as to begin planting the explosive charges they were carrying. Their target buildings were scanned and checked out, as the Commando's did their best to place the charges in locations where collateral damage would be minimized, which had a side effect of a couple targets being changed to nearby abandoned warehouses or restaurants that had closed down
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Lilith
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Post by Lilith on Oct 17, 2014 8:48:36 GMT -8
*Lil hadn't seen the man until he had a flower outstretched in front of her. She immediately crinkled her nose. What was he doing here? Of course she recognized him - she'd followed him for an hour before the lift. And of course he knew his precious pouch was gone - he checked his pocket every three minutes for it. But he saw her hesitation, and offered her a meal. She let her features relax - how nice would a meal be? - and even smiled a little.*
"Me? Really?"
*She lifted her hand, as though about to reach for the flower as pedestrians mulled about around them. A man walked between them and she took the opportunity, in the second she was blocked from the mans sight, to duck and get lost in the crowd.
She wasn't particularly tall at 5'5, and was slim and agile, and well practised at weaving in and out of people without creating a wake in her path. She used crowds to disappear almost daily, and stuck to the most populous area of the streets, keeping low and trying to stay invisible. Obviously, the jewels had some value... otherwise the man wouldn't have tracked her this far. Her real dilemma though, was figuring out how he had tracked her.. and how she'd keep it from happening again..*
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Post by Atuna Davinari Lemep on Oct 17, 2014 12:52:06 GMT -8
In the heart of the city, near a bustling spaceport, a lone Crusader-class Corvette flew over the tallest buildings, making a point to avoid normal traffic lanes. Spectators on the ground witnessing the docking of this vessel thought it odd or entirely new, seeing this model of ship in Republic space. It was not every day that a Mandalorian vessel graced Coruscant's skies, or at least, its captain liked to imagine as much. To Atuna, Mandalorian vessels were among the best ships in the galaxy. Their make and their engineering reflected the people who built them perfectly: resilient, tough, strong, yet somehow mysterious, but nonetheless worthy of respect, admiration, and perhaps even fear.
"And rightfully so," Atuna thought as he ordered the crew to dock in the nearby spaceport. "Truly a people worth fearing."
The vessel docked with relative ease -- docking clearance codes never seemed to expire, even after centuries of use. The ship was much younger than the clearance codes, and the codes were most certainly younger than the captain by a significant margin, but Atuna never complained. Getting permanent residency clearance took far too long to have to renew it ever few hundred years.
Once on the ground, the boarding ramp opened, and out strode several unique individuals: four men and one woman, all clad in battle armor in different colors. They ranged in age from somewhere between 16 and 30, but they shared conversation like best friends. They wore no helmets, instead carrying them under their arms, and their weapons were packed away in cases for storage. Once ashore, they said their farewells and split up, each going someplace else.
Then, after they had departed, a young Miralukan man stepped out into the sunlight that he could not see. He could feel it, he could sense it, but his true sight offered him little variance in differing lighting conditions. This thought brought a wry smile to his face, as though he acknowledged the personal irony.
"Contemplating something, Atuna?" said a voice behind him. He turned and watched as a human female, about his relative age, walked down the ramp and interlocked her fingers with his. She smiled at him, knowing he could not see that, either.
"The sunlight," he answered ruefully. "I cannot see it."
"Well, duh," the woman replied. "One of the perks of being blind."
"Perks?"
"It can be overwhelming, at times."
"Is it overwhelming now?"
"No, it's pretty today."
"Oh, well, good. Glad I'm not missing anything, Melia. What a perk."
Melia grimaced. "I can tell when you're being silly."
"Can you? Darn." Atuna shrugged, laughing slightly. "Shall we head home?"
"Only if you promise to stop complaining about the sunlight," Melia replied, equally amused.
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Opting not to take a shuttle or a speeder, the young couple walked down the promenade, hand in hand, conversing about the city, and the different points of view they both had on it. To Atuna, the city around him was cold, tall, shaped from thousands of years of suffering, war and corrupt political maneuvering. The citizens around them strut and slumped about as though they had a purpose, or not, but from the greatest to the least of these, all were a part of the trap that continued to maintain the city. Commerce and tourism allowed the system in place to perpetuate itself almost eternally, to the point that, even four thousand years ago, after three separate destructions and reformations, the city had changed little. To Melia, however, Coruscant was vibrant, full of opportunity and surprise. Spontaneity allowed the individual a near-limitless number of ways to spend their time, and opportunities for work were ever-present if one had the right skills.
"Sure, there's plenty to do, but when you do it, you only reinforce what's wrong with this place."
"There's not a whole lot to complain about, though. You act like Coruscant is a bad place. There's a lot of good here, too!"
"If you knew this place like I did, Melia, you'd rethink your opinion." Ahead of him, in the crowd, Atuna spotted an individual trying hard to avoid unnecessary contact, as though she was dodging someone. His first instinct was to probe her, uncover her reasons, find out who she was; if only for curiosity's sake. It would not be hard, and she would never know. But, he chose not to. In the grand scheme of the Force's will, her situation was completely negligible. But, as soon as he dismissed the notion, it returned, stronger, more urging. He stopped in place, yanking back Melia in the process, who shot him an inquisitive glance, then fell utterly silent as she waited for him to speak.
A moment later, he looked up. "The Force-"
"Gave you a vision of the future, to lead you on a path toward blah blah blah," Melia interjected. Her expression shifted from sarcastic to emphatic. "What did you see?"
Atuna paused, giving Melia the "That's not funny" look, then sighed."Not sure. I guess I'm about to... help someone?"
"What?!" Melia pretended to gasp dramatically. "You, perform a selfless deed? Why the sudden change of heart?"
"Melia, please. It really isn't funny."
Right about then, the person coming toward them arrived in their vicinity...
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Post by Seleevan Khar on Oct 18, 2014 10:08:26 GMT -8
The civilian AA-9 Coruscant Freighter from Ralltiir to Coruscant appeared from hyperspace above the city-planet of Coruscant, colloquially known as "the Queen of the Core", fully loaded with some 30,000 passangers, with almost 28,500 innocent civilians acting as the perfect cover for which a little over 1,500 Imperial Storm Commando's, along with a handful of Imperial Knights, disguised as Bounty Hunters and Outer Rim travelers would use to bypass any Republic Fleets in orbit. Whereas many military commander's would have jumped into orbit, guns blazing to take on the fleet's in orbit before being able to land troops, General Zahn was amongst the small group smart enough to recognize the holes within his foes security net and exploit them. The Republic had been soo comfortable and confident in it's security and safety from foreign powers, that they had left their borders practically wide open to anyone, and so, their hubris would be their down fall. The Captain of the AA-9 Coruscant Freighter contacted local orbital control and transmitted the usual codes for civilian traffic, as he made his way along the same traffic lanes he always took when travelling to and fro between Coruscant and Ralltiir, as the AA-9 Coruscant Freighter made it's way down through Orbit and into the planet's Atmosphere, headed for the Galactic City Spaceport. For the time being, nothing out of the ordinary occured in Coruscant's orbit that would draw any attention The civilian AA-9 Coruscant Freighter made its way down through the atmosphere of Coruscant and headed straight for the spaceport, un molestered by any military or law enforcement personelle. In a galaxy where there was no single unified government, one's identity was near impossible to guarantee as legitimate, and it was for that reason, that this plan was brilliant. With over a half dozen or so other AA-9 Coruscant Freighter's landed, there was no way anyone could possible check all 180,000 or more passangers with enough accuracy that they would rezognize falsified documents or the faces of men such as General Zahn and Master Grai'Tal, especially when considering the fact that as far as anyone outside Imperial High Command was concerned in the current day and age, General Zahn did not exist.
It is good to respect one's enemy, it is an admirable trait, something the Republic does not quite understand... But they will learn... They are like a child that need's a good chiding to be reminded of their place... And we shall give it to them...General Zahn gave a nod, feeling quite exhilirated by the thought of the coming storm, before returning his attention back towards the direction their Airspeeder was heading. Whilst the Fifth Battalion was busy travelling via a multitude of Airspeeder Taxi services towards the Senate Building, The First, Second and Third Battalions were all heading towards a trio of Republic Military Compounds, using the travel time to attach several Republic Military crests to their armour and grab their weapons from within the crates that each group had been assigned to, making sure to lock and load their weapons. One of the great things about Galactic spanning governments such as the Republic and Empire, which became quite apparent following the recently broadcasted Senate session, was that they had a multitude of secret departments of Government as well as a number of black ops programs that required very little proof to convince a grunt to allow such people access to military compounds.
It was for this reason, that each of the lead airspeeders carried a Commando who was acting as the CO for the unit's that were now arriving to each compound, bearing documents that would seem legitimate enough that gave orders for the currently arriving Commando's to back up the forces stationed on each of the Stenax moons, following intel that they were under threat of being attacked by terrorist elements. The documents would be handed over to the soldier at the gate as each airspeeder arrived at their target compound, as the commando's waited to see if plan A would work, otherwise there was always plan B, which involved taking the compounds by force if they needed to. Meanwhile, the Fourth Battalion was busy splitting off into three different groups, the smallest of which headed for 500 Republica, whilst the other two groups headed for the Works and the Senatorial District.
The two main groups were further subdivided into several different locations across the Works and Senatorial District areas, each group being dropped off with their crates, which they retrieved their weapons and explosives from, before heading for the designated locations they had been assigned to, so as to begin planting the explosive charges they were carrying. Their target buildings were scanned and checked out, as the Commando's did their best to place the charges in locations where collateral damage would be minimized, which had a side effect of a couple targets being changed to nearby abandoned warehouses or restaurants that had closed down
Silent alarm went, and one of the crates were set out for ALL kinds and sorts of scans while the others were held in, letting the 20 000 vary travelers wait in the luggage retrival. Its content would soon be clear, with the help of high tech equipment and (if no rigged explosives and booby traps were found by the experts on scene) a crowbar. One or two crates would get the owners arrested on the spot with big hoo-haa for both those there to vitness, and for an Officer to shine in local media. Get medals. Promotions. Future.
But 500?
Said officer above with delucions of grandure pissed himself. His close command staff pissed himself. There were a LOT of "Cleanup on ile 3" lines needed. 500 crates was not a petty smuggler trying to get an edge over his competition by explosive mail.
500 was a military operation. Serious military operation.
Someone would have to be called to advice.----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Aboard the Peleponessos II, Victory II class Star Destroyer, orbiting above the Goverment Sector. -Comms officer Donald Sutherland- "YOur highness, I got a report from a Spaceport. They have... an issue of importance." Seleevan Khar was sitting in his giant Command Throne, inside the real bridge of the ship, not the fake one wich was only used as RnR and observational hall. Here, the walls were filled with monitors and workstations, the largest of them in a hub in front of the Command Throne. The Vor God, Commander of Strike Force Nemesis Triton and Sith Lord watched the screens, then turned to his most favorit Comms Officer."Does Customs issues concern me, Mr Sutherland?" -D Sutherland- "This one might sir. They are asking for advice, and military guidence. They claim they have 500 possible crates of armour, weapons and explosives, and about that same number of passengers linked to these. It sounds serious." It was. He could feel it."Let the crates through, but mark them. No trackers, that would be too easy to spot. use.... Radiation. Alpha or Betha, something non lethal, but easy to trace its source with scanners. Is that possible?" -D Sutherland- "We can scrounge up something I am sure. The Customs surely have substances for such operations, to hunt down smuggler lairs." "Good. Get them to do it, and mobilise the LAAT strike teams. Put them on the Military channels, they might have police radios, dont want them to listen in. Warn the Police captain though, I dont want them to think we are invading again." If he did not have a beak, he would have smiled.----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- So, all but one of the crates were let through. The owner of that last one got a paper saying something along the lines with "Sorry, our baggage sorting sistem misplaced your possessions, please, bare with us untill we find it".
The Customs had a very good chemical compound for tracking, I am no chemist, so I cant say what it was, but if someone insists, I could try to scrounge up something. Scanners from military issue ships like a STAR DESTROYER were able to scan the movements of the crates perfectly, so the LAAT gunships that followed them didnt really have to follow them by sight. They could just be in the gneeral vicinity ready to strike.--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- MILITARY COMPOUNDS Since the trackers could only show where the targets were, not where they WILL be, the military compounds could not be alerted to their presence in time. Mostly because of the still shaky relations between Nemesis Triton and the local defences... invading a planet never really gets you red dots and flowers on your archive documents... Donald Sutherland and his comm officer lackes would have to get through droves of red tape to actually talk to an officer at the gate, and at all three of the gates the situation would be somewhat similiar. A great HoloVid dramatisation made about this event would depict one of the gate discussions somewhat in this manner:-Gateguard actor- Walks up to the airspeeder, asks for papers. Gets papers. Walks back to the guard station, grabs a phone. Talks for a long time. Checks the computer. Talks some more.-Gateguard Character- "Sir, there are some fellows from.... Company S. Yes, Sir, that is what the papers say. They are coming in as reinforcements for an upcoming terrorist attack. Yes sir, they bare armour and are armed. Yes sir, they have nice insignas. Yes sir, civilian airspeeder. I will reroute the camera feed to you sir, and scan in their papers. I see. I see. I see. Yes Sir." -Gateguard Actor- Presses the silent alarm button, walks out, gives the CO of this so called Company S their papers back and asks them to park in Motorkade 5, the one on the left there, right behind that empty hangar... And asks them to have a nice day.All three military bases were alarmed, geared up in 26.7 seconds (all but the third, they were slackers with two full seconds) and mobilised in their barracks and motorkades, warming up tank engines and getting briefed on the invadors.------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ WORKS Works were a different story. No local military there, so the Vor Triarii Warrior priests and their Hestatii hulks were left alone to deal with both the unknown enemy tangos, and police escorts. By this time, the local Police chief was asking questions, like: " WHY ARE THERE BATTLESHIPS IN MY PRECINKT????" both from Nemesis Triton comms officers and the poor pilots.
Not to mention when the crates were started to divide into more places then there were LAAT gunships to follow.
That was the point when the LAAT gunships landed to put down their troops, and from now on started to work as both local command, and gunship support.
Three phalanxes of 9 triarii each with one hulking Hestatii from each gunship spread out to each marked and tailed crate, ready to strike at their foes.
There were just a couple fewer LAAT gunships then there were followed airspeeders, so the numbers were on their side.---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Senatorial District That... was a hardnut. The Nemesis Triton was not really allowed there... seeing past transgressions and some nasty documents on Seleevan Khars combat tactics, trust was not really one of the things that the local goverment and Seleevan Khars forces shared between themselves. All LAAT ships following from safe distance had to disengage, and just stand by at the district borders.
And then, the fuckup happened.
Oh gods no.
OOOOOOH NO.
The Locals took over the operation, at least in the Senatorial District... and that was when the invaders would be tottaly sure that they were made...
because...
the dumb nincompoops...
the illiterate deskjockes with hardon for medals.....
they came at the airspeeders with all they had. Donutmunching police patrol speeders with shreeking syrens in the vanguard.
The nice and silent operation was now tottaly fracked...-------------------------------------------------- Clearification: Triarii Warrior Priests of Khar: Vor spicies. Armed with a blasterhook, and an energy towershield. Some have medic or combat engineering tools, but all are lightly loaded because of their spicies ability to fly (good for movement, bad for veight carridge). Blasterhook: Polearm and blaster fusion (like a blastersword). A large hook blade points backwards at the end, can be used as a helbeard too. Hestatii: Genemanipulated, steorided, overtrained and overbred unsofistikated humans in heavy armour and either an infantry sized beam cannon, a ballistical minigun (with backpack ammo feed) or a flamer. |
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Post by Panno on Oct 19, 2014 5:22:30 GMT -8
Ahh the old I am a good guy but actually a bad guy ruse. It seemed that it always worked, no one ever said no to help when bad guys were knocking on your doorstep. Of course unless they have bows and pointy ears usually it spelled disaster. Maybe some of these people did indeed have pointy ears so that isnt the point.
The nice thing about the Imperial Knights would be the fact that they did not have any armour or weapons to carry. Sure they had lightsabers and their Brigandine but whenever someone saw those they assumed Jedi. Why would they suspect anything else? A Sith would be crazy to come here and other force sects were not as widely known as the Jedi. It also left a little room in the ship currently headed towards the Senatorial District.
At the sound of sirens in the distance Panno casually looked outside. The operation on paper should have worked but in real life things always went wrong. If it didnt where would be the fun of things. Looking he saw what looked like the entire police force headed towards their destination. ALL OF THEM.
So what are the chances that they are having a sale on doughnuts and bacon bringing all the police here?
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Post by Deleted on Oct 20, 2014 5:13:15 GMT -8
Of the 75 Crates that had somehow been dicovered to have weapons in them and marked with the radioactive agent, which was somehow being clearly transmitted on a planet like Coruscant up to a ship in orbit, not a single one had belonged to the Fifth Battalion or General Zahn and his Colonel's. 19 crates had belonged to the First Battalion, another 19 had belonged to the Second Battalion, another 19 to the Third Battalion, and the final 18 belonged to the Fourth Battalion. Thankfully those crates that were marked within the Fourth Battalion members assigned to the Senatorial District had spread out far from the Senate Building, allowing the Fifth Battalion a clear shot to their target, and the First, Second, and Third Battalions had already dropped their crates off in various parts of the city before heading for their final targets, using a myriad of tunnels, underground traffic ways and traffic intensive routes to throw off any one that might have pursued them. General Zahn was unphased by the new development, since the plan was to basically cause a diversion anyway, and with every police officer now distracted along with the rather strange defence force, the plan was all falling into place
Oh, I have a feeling there is a massive sale on doughnuts and bacon. I feel like I rather over-thought the situation a little... I imagine the fleet might have a slightly harder time, but Vice-Admiral Aethyr is up to the task I am sure. Right we are almost at our destination...
The myriad of taxi's started their descent towards the Republic Plaza, intermingling with the other vehicles heading for the Plaza which not only served as the entrance walk to the senate building, but also as a transportation hub
Compound #1
Special Agent Thaddeus took note of the conversation, drawing his pistol and shooting the guard the moment he hung up the phone, before the silent alarm could be triggered, before reaching in and pressing the button to open the gate. Thaddeus then got back in the lead vehicle before they continued on their way into the compound, with 40 of the transports heading for the LAAT hangar bays, whilst the other 20 headed for the vehicle garages.
The 40 transports pulled into the LAAT hangar bays, before the Commando's started disembarking, armed with a mixture of Oppressor flamethrower's, Light repeating blasters, Grenade launchers, and E-11 blaster rifles, and started firing upon any ground crew or guards that were present in the hangar bays at the time of their arrival, whilst trying to rush towards the LAAT Gunships to board them.
The 20 transports pulled into the garages for this compounds 10 Self Propelled Medium Artillery, quickly disembarking from their transports armed with a mixture of Oppressor flamethrower's, Light repeating blasters, Grenade launchers, and E-11 blaster rifles, and started firing upon anyone in the garage at the time of their arrival, whilst making their way towards the SPMA's
Compound #2
Special Agent Jorge hadn't even waited for the gate guard to hang up, before he quickly drew his blaster and fired several rounds into the gate guard, before another of the commando's hopped out and activated the gate controls, before the convoy made their way through into the compound. 30 of the vehicles made their way towards the LAAT gunship hangar bays, whilst the other 30 headed towards the vehicle garages and main barracks building, doing a further 10-20 split respectively.
The 30 transports pulled into the LAAT hangar bays, before the Commando's started disembarking, armed with a mixture of Oppressor flamethrower's, Light repeating blasters, Grenade launchers, and E-11 blaster rifles, and started firing upon any ground crew or guards that were present in the hangar bays at the time of their arrival, whilst 100 of the Commando's rushed towards the LAAT Gunships to board them.
The 10 transports pulled into the garages for this compounds 5 Self Propelled Medium Artillery, quickly disembarking from their transports armed with a mixture of Oppressor flamethrower's, Light repeating blasters, Grenade launchers, and E-11 blaster rifles, and started firing upon anyone in the garage at the time of their arrival, whilst making their way towards the SPMA's.
The 20 transports pulled up out the front of the main barracks as the Commando's started disembarking with their myriad of Oppressor flamethrower's, Light repeating blasters, Grenade launchers, and E-11 blaster rifles and started firing upon the guards, whilst several small teams rushed to breach the front doors, tossing several thermal detonator grenades to make an entrance way and take out several guards
Compound #3
Special Agent Jeremy waited until the guard had opened the gate before drawing his pistol and shooting the guard, well aware that the situation had changed even before the man had finished his phone call, but the plan was to cause a distraction, and that was what he would do. The convoy then sped up to enter the compound, knowing that there was no way in any reality for an entire compound to be suited up and on full alert in under 30 seconds (since a naval vessel takes on average between 4-7 minutes to reach GQ), meaning they had a head start as 30 of the transports headed for the garages, whilst the other 30 headed for the barracks.
The 30 transports pulled into the garages and started to quickly disembarking from their transports armed with a mixture of Oppressor flamethrower's, Light repeating blasters, Grenade launchers, and E-11 blaster rifles, and started firing upon anyone in the garages at the time of their arrival, whilst several of them made their way towards the SPMA's, Canderous - Class Assault Tanks, and S-1 Firehawke Heavy Repulsortanks, shooting at the crews that were trying to man them.
The 30 transports pulled up out the front of the main barracks as the Commando's started disembarking with their myriad of Oppressor flamethrower's, Light repeating blasters, Grenade launchers, and E-11 blaster rifles and started firing upon the guards and any troops that had already started to exit the barracks, using their transports as cover and tossing several grenades at the defenders
The Works
Of the 18 crates that had been marked amongst the Fourth Battalion, 9 of the crates were with 45 of the Commando's and they could quickly tell they were being followed, but they were bothered and continued on with their routes as planned, after all, there was still another 17 groups that remained unmarked and still on target.
Those 9 groups made sure to quickly extract their gear from their crates when they were dropped off, before paying the driver's to take the crates to several different other locations, meanwhilst they did their best to use the headstart to try and still tag their chosen locations in the works, whilst also planting a couple explosives on their way them.
The other 17 groups were dropped off as normal at random locations throughout The Works, extracting their guns and explosives, before hiding the crates in alleyways as they made their way towards their targets, which in this area was a whole lot of warehouses. A number of them were old and abandoned, whilst a couple were still in use, but the explosives were planted to ensure least damage
The Senatorial District
It didn't take the 9 marked groups in the Senatorial District long to know they were being tracked as the Police descended upon them en masse in what would most likely be recorded in history as one of the most gross misplacement of police resources ever. With little other option, they started unloading the crates of their weapons and explosives, simultaneously taking over control of the taxi controls and shooting at the police in pursuit of them, whilst tossing the occasional grenade.
The other 17 groups meanwhile dropped in with local traffic, before getting dropped off in various alleyways to retrieve their gear, before planting a charge in each crate as they dispersed towards their targets within the senatorial district, which included a number of abandoned restaurants and shop fronts, whilst those that weren't abandoned, had charges placed in alleyways next to them
The Works and The Senatorial District
Once the charges belonging to the commando's that had been unmarked were finished being placed, The Commando's in the Works started making their way towards the marked Commando's pursuers, whilst the Commando's in the Senatorial District headed for the Senate Building. And once they were well away from their targets, their hit the detonators, causing the charges to explode, including those in the crates in the alleyways, at which point, the Fleet would arrive in orbit
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Post by dyvius on Dec 10, 2014 21:34:32 GMT -8
Sometime in the past.... (Private Storyline)
Jedi Master Lapay no Ryu was striding purposely across the main concourse of the Galactic Coruscant Spaceport, the largest of the spaceports the city-planet of Coruscant had to offer. With the Force tugging her ever onward, she was on a very specific and crucial mission. The Cathar revolutionaries that had detained a Republic Diplomatic party and slaughtered a Jedi Master and her Apprentice were somewhere in this spaceport, and it was thanks to Lapay no Ryu's mastery of psychometry that she was able to track the origin of the spacecraft that had brought them all to Coruscant in the first place.
At first, Lapay wondered if there was some misdirection to the trail the Force laid before her as she departed the Jedi Temple: why exactly would the revolutionaries station their ship at the most obvious of spaceports where they could be held up by the largest number of obstacles and within easiest reach of the Jedi? The counter logic to that very line of thinking held the answer: where better to lose oneself than in tens of thousands of aliens all bustling about and hundreds ships departing and incoming every hour? Also, considering that the Cathar were probably expecting the need to make a decently quick escape, having to skulk back to any of the farther away and smaller spaceports would be decidedly riskier than having to traverse less ground at a nonchalant pace.
Either way, the lithe and quiet Jedi Master, wearing gray and brown Jedi robes and attracting only the standard amount of attention from the citizens and visitors to Coruscant that Jedi usually attracted while out and about, was quickly closing in on the target hangar and presumably the waiting ship where the Cathar revolutionaries were preparing to leave the planet and escape the Jedi grasp before they could be brought to justice. Escape would be devastating, as it was all too likely they would return to Cathar and chances of capturing them and finding a simpler way onto that planet to rescue the rest of the diplomatic party would be greatly lessened. Stopping their escape was imperative here.
A minute of speed-walking passed. Lapay no Ryu slowed down as the tug from her psychometric Force power grew to a level that alerted her to arrival at her destination. Stopping naturally, so as to avert any potential sentries that she was actually preparing to peer into the hangar berth to her immediate left, Lapay rummaged around in the folds of her robe until she produced a small case that for all watching eyes appeared to be a make-up case. Pretending to check-up on her face, Lapay cast her Force senses out in all directions, searching for any feelings of watchfulness or nervousness usually present in sentries. As the outside concourse appeared completely clean except for the pressing traffic of the always-busy spaceport, Lapay turned her scrutiny to what lay beyond the hangar entrance, open to the public but funneled down to prevent inconspicuous entrance.
Inside, the nervousness in the Force was palpable. The alertness level was like a jittering insect trying to find a place to hide from the sunlight after the rock it was hiding under was overturned. Such was the agitation that the average intelligent being's mental defenses were down for those within and Lapay could glimpse without being felt as an intruder that these were aliens that definitely were worried about being discovered...by Jedi.
Closing the little case and replacing in the inner pockets of her robe, Lapay edged innocuously towards the hangar entrance, and looked inside furtively, hood up obscuring her facial features. Inside, Lapay noticed this was not a dock for one of the smaller personal transports. No, inside was a ready-room that showed, through a viewing window, the large dock that a full-blown CR70 corvette was nestled in. Walking along the walkways leading up to the corvette's entrance hatches were Cathar soldiers wearing uniforms that Master Herssek had explained before Lapay had set off. So these were her targets, but that did not change the fact that this whole operation might be too big for even a single Jedi Master to undertake. But then again, there really was not much of a choice in this scenario. Lapay knew she could not allow Durm Storm and his Cathar revolutionaries to leave Coruscant without the Jedi at the very least having some foothold into solving the crisis currently enveloping the distant planet and its people.
As the Jedi Master observed, the atmosphere in the hangar changed as a smaller transport entered from the outgoing opening. It too matched the description Master Herssek provided Lapay earlier. This meant Durm had arrived and was ready to leave Coruscant. It also meant Lapay's hand was suddenly forced. Steeling herself, Lapay calmly strode into the ready room and past it, moving out onto the metal walkway that branched right and left, encompassing the corvette like a belt that led to stairways up to the symmetrically-placed boarding hatches. One hand within her robes and placed gently on her concealed lightsaber and the other moving freely with her determined pace, Lapay approached unmolested up the left walkway where the Cathar guards were busy attending to the recently returned revolutionaries on the transport. Only the rear-most guard with respect to the new arrival noticed that a figure clad in gray and brown was approaching silently but quickly towards him. And being the only thing standing between this unknown being and the boarding ramp on the starboard side of the corvette, the Cathar guard took exception.
"You there. This is a private hangar, no civilians."
Lapay continued to approach, even as the Cathar guard began to aim his blaster rifle, previously slung over his shoulder, at her. Coming up to point-blank range, she refused to raise her chin an give the guard full view of her face, instead keeping the upper half hidden in shadow. Perplexed but alert, the guard repeated.
"Did you hear me? You can't be here. Get out!"
Just as the guard prepared to move forward to grab and presumably propel Lapay away from the boarding ramp, the Jedi Master moved with a speed the guard did not expect. Slipping past his extended reach, Lapay chopped the nervous spot on most bipeds' necks and the guard collapsed in an unceremonious heap. Catching the rifle with the Force to prevent it from clattering on the metal deck and creating a telling disturbance, Lapay floated the rifle away from the guard and dropped it into the space to the bottom of the hangar where it would be useless and out of the way. Lapay stepped over the guard, moving once more towards the rear of the corvette where the majority of the Cathar were concentrated on Durm Storm and his other soldiers.
Just as she had drawn even with the fuselage, Lapay felt her comlink, put on silent, vibrate at her hip. The pattern denoted the contact of another Jedi Master, so Lapay produced the comlink quietly, speaking with a hushed whisper into it.
"Master no Ryu."
The husky voice of Keth Agrav replied.
"Amplify your presence. Haska and I are at the spaceport."
Lapay clicked the receiver switch to signifying her acknowledgement before returning the comlink to her belt and extended her Force presence far beyond its normal bounds. She was certain none of the Cathar was Force-sensitive and therefore doing so did not pose a threat to her safety in an already dangerous situation. Now, her task was altered slightly. Having need not to completely stop the revolutionaries from leaving on her own but instead only needing to delay them, Lapay found her course of action slightly clearer.
Beyond even the change of her situation, Lapay suddenly found everything moving much faster than she had anticipated. A thrill of danger sense brought her out of her startegizing and Lapay noted that the full extent of the party of Cathar had begun moving up the walkway toward the hatchway she was standing next to. They spotted her in one glance and then the unconscious guard behind her. Berating herself for her negligence, Lapay stepped forward a pace, removing her hood with an economical flick of her head. The lead Cathar, whom Lapay could only assume was Durm Storm himself, hissed across the intervening meters.
"Intruder! Bring her down!"
As the Cathar revolutionaries arrayed on the cramped walkway behind Durm began to raise rifles and pistols to bear, Lapay was flinging her robe open to allow more freedom of movement as she summoned her lightsaber to her hand, the cerulean blade springing to life and humming protectively. Jedi Master Lapay no Ryu decided to charge instead of defend. She could not allow the Cathar to reach the boarding hatch and leave before her reinforcements arrived.
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Post by dyvius on Dec 10, 2014 23:01:32 GMT -8
Sometime in the past... (Private Storyline)
Lapay was nearly upon the Cathar, careening through the air and across the metal walkway, when the first Cathar behind Durm Storm opened fire over the leader's shoulder. The shot was far to the left of the Jedi Master, she was moving too erratically and too quickly to be tracked easily even by a feline species. It'd take much more effort than a bunch of closed-in aliens in a crowd had to give to bring her down with a potshot.
And then, blue blade creating a lethal arc of light, the Master was among the Cathar, slicing into whatever limbs, weapons, and bodies that got in the way of her blade. Somehow, Durm Storm had managed to drop to the deck and slide out from beneath the safety railing on the metal walkway, clinging to the walkway like a rock climber and shimmying towards the boarding ramp while Lapay was occupied with the tangle of Cathar bodies and their blasters. Realizing that she was in too deep to simply focus on the escaping leader, Lapay turned with renewed earnest into the mob of Cathar, most of which were incapacitated in a circle around her now pooling with blood. Many of the soldiers were retreating, firing at her with increasing intensity as they gained distance and realized that their numbers were far fewer than they had been originally.
However, still trapped in the small space of the virtual catwalk, Lapay no Ryu had them all right where she wanted them. Firing a strong Force blast at them as she deflected the blasterfire effortlessly, the remaining Cathar continuously backing away were bowled backwards like a house of datacards in a strong wind. Some went tumbling over the side of the railing, others were suffering broken limbs as they crashed into each other and the walkway. Either way, most of them lost control of their weapons and were effectively nullified as far as a threat was to the Jedi Master.
Turning quickly, Lapay saw Durm swing up onto the catwalk like only a feline species could and take off down the straight-away, aiming for the boarding ramp with every long stride. Lapay frowned, focusing the Force into her aim as she twirled her lightsaber like a disk of lethal energy, sending it spinning out of her grip. The blade sheered completely through the boarding ramp to the hatch, and as both ends suddenly missing tension in between their fastened points, the ramp collapsed downward, stopping Durm from quickly turning the corner and bounding up to safety. With a good three meters between him and the hatch, the Cathar revolutionary turned back towards Lapay and sneered.
"You don't have you weapon now, Jedi! Prepare to die!"
But this was old hat to Lapay. Having deactivated the blade from a distance as it finished its mutilation of the boarding ramp, she had been focusing on returning the inconspicuous hilt to her hand from underneath the catwalk. As the Master leaped high into the air with the Force guiding her forward towards Durm, her lightsaber hilt flew up into her hand at the apex of her leap, and she lit it as she came down, hoping to at least cripple Storm without any resistance before he even realized what was happening. But as she landed solidly, shaking the catwalk with the impact, Durm was acrobatically leaping backwards, back up the catwalk towards the hangar exit into the spaceport proper. He was pulling a comlink from a vest pocket and speaking into it as he dashed madly for safety.
Twirling her bright blue blade once, Lapay bounded after the Cathar, gaining ground with aid of the Force despite the natural agility afforded to Storm. In the midst of the chase towards the exit, Storm threw his comlink aside and in the same motion produced a blaster pistol which he turned in midstride to aim at Lapay.
Forced to pull up short to deflect the hail of shots the leader poured at her, Lapay was still some ten meters from him when an almighty rumble pulsed through the hangar. The catwalk, trembling despite it construction under the force, only served to tell Lapay that the corvette was warming its engines up to take off. It must have been what Durm had been relaying over his comlink; the order to prepare to depart, so that the Jedi couldn't capture the whole escape party in one fell swoop. Surely, this development would complicate things considerably.
It was as Storm emptied his clip and scrambled for a recharge pack that Lapay was suddenly aware she was being attacked from behind once more. Apparently, some of the guards from the far side of the corvette had finally come around and made it past the incapacitated scramble of Cathar revolutionaries to take aim at the Jedi threatening to derail their entire plan. Lapay frantically deflected the hail of precision blasterbolts realizing that in another few seconds Storm would have his blaster reloaded and she would be caught in an unceremonious crossfire.
Then, she was pleasantly surprised as she heard Storm growl in frustration. Lapay had some preternatural assurance that she was not about to be shot in the back. Given this freedom, the Jedi Master rushed forward to meet the soldiers attempting to pin her down at the far end of the catwalk.
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At the entrance to the hangar from the spaceport side, Jedi Masters Keth Agrav and Haska Herotyne were seeing the chaotic situation that had developed with Lapay in the midst of it all. Lightsabers, one crimson and one yellow, respectively, sprang to life as the Shistavanen and the Barabel charged down on the catwalk, seeing Durm Storm fumbling to reload his blaster pistol. Taking advantage of his distraction, Keth plucked the blaster from the Cathar's hand and sent it spiraling over the top of the corvette. Letting out a loud growl of frustration, Durm turned to face the pair of fierce Jedi Masters bearing down upon him. At the same time, Haska sent some mental reassurances to Lapay that they were on the scene and prepared to assist and clean up this absolute mess. She promptly rocketed off down the catwalk towards the Cathar soldiers firing at her.
Meanwhile, Durm Storm was once more retreating away towards the access hatch to the corvette, which was now fully warmed up and vibrating with the preparation to debark. Seeing that Durm was angling to jump aboard despite the severed ramp, Keth sprinted forward to cut him off. It was at that moment that another Cathar holding a scoped blaster rifle leaned out of the access hatch and fired, forcing Keth to dive off of his current trajectory and throw himself painfully into the catwalk's guard rail, bruising his ribs. Taking up the initiative and no longer surprised, Haska charged past on strong reptilian legs, gesturing with the Force to pull the Cathar sniper from his perch and send him tumbling to the bottom of the hangar howling all the way. Once more, Storm was faced with a nine meter gap between where he stood and where the ship's open hatch waited. The Cathar glanced back at Haska, charging towards him with a yellow lightsaber swinging, and decided it was best to just leap for it, or else he would certainly be captured.
And yet, as Durm turned and prepared to fully commit himself to a running leap across the gap, a single precision blaster bolt rang out, tearing through the calf muscle of his left leg. Durm Storm cried out in surprise and pain and collapsed forward onto his hands and knees, looking frantically from the direction of the shot. He saw an unorthodox sight: the female Jedi who had originally disrupted their departure was down on one knee, with a rifle held in the firing position. Apparently, she had overtaken the other Cathar, re-purposed one of their rifles, and saw fit to take her own shot at him. Her gambit had worked, and unfortunately for Storm, he was now about to captured by the Jedi and subjected to their brand of interrogation, whatever that was.
Pulling his backup comlink from his belt, Storm gave the unequivocal order for the corvette to depart. Even as he clicked off, the Barabel Jedi was upon him, heaving him to his feet despite the flaring pain in his leg, knocking the comlink from his grasp and binding his arms while maintaining a crushing grip on him. Durm was stolidly content to watch as the boarding hatch slid shut in front of him and with an almighty roar, the corvette raised itself from its berth and began to leave the hangar the way it entered, swinging around in the expansive space to shoot out to the open air of Coruscant and away. Storm saw, passively, the female Jedi take shots at the corvette's engines, hoping to hit something critical so that the ship could not leave the planet. But her shots were merely opportunistic, and they left scouring marks on the hull but did not lasting or critical damage. On his other side, the Shistavanen Jedi was rushing up to the side of Barabel still holding Durm tightly. They watched helplessly as the CR70 corvette blasted with a boom from the hangar, making a beeline for orbit and then space. All the while, the Shistavanen was turning away, speaking frantically into his own comlink. Durm presumed the Jedi was trying to contact Coruscant Orbital Control to put a blockade in place to stop the corvette, but he doubted it would be in time.
But the Cathar revolutionary leader put those thoughts from his mind. Now, he had his own setback to deal with: being captured by the very same Jedi that he had just taunted with the killing of one of their own.
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Post by dyvius on Dec 11, 2014 19:37:02 GMT -8
Sometime in the past... (Private Storyline)
The entrance to Dock A24 was currently commanding both its own Coruscant Security Force cordon and a whole host of Holonet cameras emblazoned with logos from multiple news agencies and talk shows. Not to mention, there was a sizable crowd that had refused to disperse either out of curiosity or stubborness at not being allowed to traverse directly past the dock entrance on their way to other areas of the spaceport. At the middle of the empty zone created in the concourse, the Security Chief for the Coruscant spaceport was standing with a pair of lieutenants as they conversed with the three Jedi Masters that had emerged carrying a Cathar between them. Since that abrupt encounter, the Cathar had been sedated and strapped into a hover gurney where he'd be unable to struggle while all of the details that surrounded Dock A24 were sorted out.
Correlating the Cathar to the very same being that had murdered a Jedi Apprentice on the steps of the Jedi Temple just half an hour earlier, the Jedi instantly had the attention of the Security Chief as they explained the dock had been home to a CR70 Corvette that was manned by the Cathar revolutionary force that had imprisoned a Republic diplomatic mission on the war-torn planet. This helped explain why the corvette had blasted from the spaceport without proper clearance to take off, leading to multiple delays and nearly causing a few off-world civilian transports to collide over the spaceport. It also explained why Jedi Master Keth Agrav had attempted to order the orbital security stations to attempt to capture the corvette before it could escape into hyperspace, which was naturally disregarded as an unofficial command. Much to Jedi Agrav's consternation, the stations had watched neutrally as the transport blew past them at much more than safe speeds, not even so much as inquiring about their illegal speed.
Once the Chief of Orbital Security had been hailed on a comlink to personally apologize to the exasperated Jedi for not administering to orders from a stated and ranking Jedi Master as per the War Accords which had never been rescinded (to which Keth refused to grant forgiveness, and instead insisted that the Senate Defense Committee would be prompted to enact some personnel changes within the Security Division), the aforementioned Committee had been contacted so that Grand Master Milara could be notified that while Durm Storm had been captured, the rest of the revolutionaries had escaped and that the attack plan should be modified so as to adjust for the very obvious risk presented by the Cathar returning to their home planet ahead of the anticipated Republic response.
Either way, as the Grand Master and the rest of the Council currently at the Senate building continued to hash out the extent of acceptable action for Cathar, Masters Lapay, Keth, and Haska were fighting a different battle with full authority of Master Milara: keeping Durm Storm in their custody so as to extract information from him pertinent to the almost inevitable mission to Cathar.
"I assure you, Chief, that the Senate Defense Committee will grant the Jedi Order complete and unilateral control in at least the initial stages of this Cathar operation. Even if we were to turn over this being to you now, we'd definitely be receiving him again before the day is out."
This was Lapay, arguing with the rather stubborn chief who was already flustered by the shattered peace he was trying to put back together. Having the Jedi partially to blame for the chaos in his spaceport, the chief was not in the most compromising of moods.
"I don't think so, Master Jedi. All of this presumption is unacceptable by my operating parameters, so you can have my prisoner returned to you when I am ordered to do so."
Drumming his fingers on his upper arm while crossed over his chest, Keth responded with as much calm as he could muster. Still, his raspy voice still came out somewhat threatening, which never helped.
"We made the arrest, Chief. This is not your prisoner, but ours. And as you may have been reminded by the Chief of Orbital Security, the War Accords mandates pertaining to Jedi were carried over into peace time. Our jurisdiction is final in these matters."
This drew a pause out of the red-faced Security Chief. Realizing that the Jedi had him on a legal technicality, the thought to back down was suddenly worming its way into a prominent position in his mind. But, realizing that he could not afford to lose face in front of all these Holonet cameras and his subordinates standing all around him, the Chief refused to bend.
"No, sir. I have half a mind to agree with you that the Orbital Security administration needs some replacements. Clearly they are as spineless as they are brainless, and don't know how to interpret the legal decrees of the Republic. I am very sure that Coruscant Security has every right to matters of its home turf as the Jedi do the Republic."
Keth was ready to snap back at the bull-headed human in the security uniform when Lapay laid a gentle hand on his arm. They shared a knowing glance, reminding each other silently that staying steadfast and calm would appear better in hindsight. Seeing the gesture, the Security Chief believed it prudent to capitalize on what he perceived as an advantage opening up.
"Yes, Master Jedi, you know when to obey your handler. Good thing she keeps a tight leash on you."
There was very suddenly a tense silence as the Chief completed his loud retort. It was assured that every single audioreceiver around the cordon had picked up the remark in its heavy-handed entirety and the whole Holonet reporting cast was frozen with anticipation for what would transpire next. For the three Jedi Masters, this phrase basically meant the same thing: they were dealing with xenophobia on one level or another. To specifically hurl a species-specific insult like that was akin to committing public suicide. Keth, despite feeling the full sting of the remark, remained completely calm. He merely trained a fierce gaze on the Chief, who was instantly regretting the words having left his mouth. Even the two lieutenants flanking the Chief were staring at the collective group with wide eyes, not quite believing what they had just heard. Instead, out of all of them, it was the hulking Barabel Master Herotyne that said in his reptilian voice.
"This one is sure that the Chief will be needing new employment very soon."
Promptly, Lapay grabbed the guiding handle of the hover gurney and began tugging the suspended bed towards the edge of the cordon leading back towards the direction she had left her speeder. Haska followed and, after saying nothing but giving the Chief one more critical stare, Keth followed his companions towards the edge of the cordon, where the security officials were opening a gap in the barriers and ushering the journalist teams aside to allow the Jedi convoy to pass. Keeping their gazes forward and their pace even, the three Jedi walked among a sea of questions and waving microphones without acknowledging any of it.
Standing completely still at the center of the cordoned area, the Security Chief watched the Jedi trio depart with the Cathar prisoner. Sweating profusely, he realized only just too late that he had just committed one of the greatest mistakes of his career. But there was nothing to do about that now. Only to begin the triage effort on the rest of the situation here before inevitably being called to his superior's office once his words had been beamed all over the Republic.
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Post by Luxeria on Mar 8, 2015 16:49:39 GMT -8
Aleena made her way out of the transport that carried her to the spaceports. She paid the driver and took a deep breath. She had to admit, she was nervous, maybe even scared. She had never been that far from her parents, nor for so long. Even going to another world was something that didn't happen often. But she had to do this, she had to move on. There was no progressing forward otherwise.
Pressing into the spaceport, she got to one of the landing zones. There sat a new Lethisk-class armed freighter. An expensive ship, but that was an advantage of being born into a rich family. Her father and mother agreed to buy it. They had been understanding of her desire to leave, though the true reason was left a secret. If they had known, all hell would have broken loose. So simply getting out a seeing new places was the reason she gave. As she approached the loading ramp, a couple men walked off and stopped in front Aleena.
=Man=
"Miss Mirax, your belongings have been loaded. Have a safe journey."
She nodded to him as they passed by and went upon their business. Nothing else left to do but get on board and head out.
Boarding the ship, she closed the ramp and made her way straight to the cockpit. So many controls, three were normally needed to operate everything effectively. It was because of this reason that she requested an advanced A.I. be installed. She could fly well enough, thanks to her father, but it allowed for better control should she need it. Taking a seat in the pilot's chair, she began starting up the ship's systems. As they did, a female voice came from speakers installed throughout the ship.
=Computer=
::Systems online. Welcome to the Mirax.::
"Computer, begin system checks and plot a course for Kuat."
She couldn't help but smile. The nervousness was starting to fade as excitement replaced it. The time was here. She'd leave Coruscant, heart of the Republic and go to Kuat, center of the Empire. As the Jedi existed here, the Sith did there. And it was they who she sought. After a few minutes, the computer spoke again.
=Computer=
::All systems are green and coordinates have been loaded.::
Aleena nodded to herself as she took the controls and lifted the ship off the ground. It back out of its spot before turning and heading into the atmosphere.
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