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Post by Dav Man'Sell on Apr 29, 2013 17:29:11 GMT -8
Named for the personal Lounge and Social Club of the elite Dragon Squadron in the days of the Eastern Rim Alliance, the cocktail lounge on Yavin Station is a tribute to the successes of that Fighter Squadron. The room is relatively open, with tables circling the walls and a large, round bar placed right in the center. At one end of the room, a moderately sized raised stage exists for the entertainment acts of the evening to perform upon, with the option present of relocating the tables in front of the stage to create a small dance floor if necessary. Comfortable seating and soothing lighting provides a very relaxing environment usually, though it does have it's livelier nights. Posters and artwork of the Rebellion Era propaganda provide an inspiring decor, whilst a sign above the main doorway reads 'Caution: Fighter Pilots At Play'.
A small private function room is available for hire for private parties - this room features many of the same qualities as the main room, although the bar adorns one wall and the stage is considerably smaller.
The Onyx Dragon stocks a wide selection of drinks, much as you would find in many well-stocked establishments around the Galaxy - from Whyren's Reserve and Commenorian Brandy, to Ryll Beers, Wines, and half-a-dozen imported variations of Lomin Ale. It also serves many cocktails, and carries ingredients for making many more as custom orders.
Aside from this selection of drinks, the lounge has a few signature drinks that are available in very, very few locations around the Galaxy, and unique to this bar on the Station - the first of these was 'Dragon's Reserve Ale', a unique Lomin Ale recipe invented by Dragon Squadron pilot Jago Pulastra, noted for it's sweet taste, foamy head, and high-carbonated body. The second is a series of special fruit-juice mixes that have been made using the oversized Muja fruit produced by Zuli Madoon. Third is the 'Mild and pleasant Sunrise', an unusual mix of Starshine Surprises that is said to have twice the kick of a Tatooine Sunrise. The final drink, which comes with a warning attached, is the 'Taste of Darth Vader' - a powerful fruity alcoholic mixture that literally overloads the senses of taste, smell, sight, and balance and stuns the drinker for twenty to thirty seconds when it kicks in.
Although the original Onyx Dragon was generally reserved for the Elite Fighter Squadrons of the E.R.A., this lounge is open and accessible to all who might be looking for a quiet drink and a relaxing evening. It frequently has a moderate patronage, often of a higher calibre than the grittier, baser cantina further down the broadwalk.
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Post by Dav Man'Sell on May 24, 2013 17:36:12 GMT -8
 The Mandalorians have brought war to the Galaxy once more. Under the leadership of Mand'alor ASHRAH INTALBO, and his General CORR VHETT, they have begun a campaign against the Galaxy's Force Users. The Jedi World of Yavin IV was the first hit, a strike at one of the greatest Jedi strongholds. The Mandalorians took YAVIN STATION, the mighty orbital defence platform, thanks to a brilliant infiltration strategy by DUKE AUSTRALIS, and under the order of Jedi Master DAV MAN'SELL, the Jedi forces retreated from orbit. With the Jedi fleets scattered, the Mandalorians took their attack to the surface.
However, the Jedi defences were not so easily overcome. With starfighter cover lead by Jedi Master JAGO PULASTRA, and ground defences overseen by Jedi Knight ADI MATANGO and Falleen strategist TZA'UAX, the Jedi were able to force the Mandalorians to withdraw to orbit. However, the defence is not without sacrifice - redeemed former Dark Sider DACE CONCORDIA, at the beginning of his path to reclaim the mantle of Jedi, was slain by the Mand'alor in bloody, vicious combat.
Now the Mandalorians are settling in for a long siege on the Praxeum, blockading the planet and seeking constantly to take out the shield generator and ion cannons that form the backbone of the Praxeum's defence. Dav, Jago, and the other resident Jedi of Yavin lead the hard fought and desperate defence, whilst Adi, working with Master WILL SON'TIR and Jedi Knight DIAMONTE TUHLUTE, and the Jedi Watchmen, seeks to prepare the Jedi, and the worlds of the Republic, for the inevitable assault to come.... |
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Post by Jago on Jul 12, 2013 15:35:07 GMT -8
The Onyx Dragon.
Lined with propaganda depicting the glory days of the Alliance to Restore The Republic, the bar was far worse for wear in its current state. Glass still lay broken on the cold floor, shoved off into the corners and the hallway leading into the room to at least keep the sound to a minimum. Injured defenders of the Station from the battle were laid on tables and even the large, wrap-around counter itself, the stock of alcohol being used as much as an antiseptic as it was to calm nerves. A small stockpile of weapons had been gathered and distributed amongst the able-bodied still left. Those that were left behind. The trapped.
When the Station came under siege, not everyone got away. Some had been helping the last of the evacuation, or had chosen to remain behind to delay the Mandalorian Invaders as long as possible. Some simply couldn't reach the escape shuttles in time. All realized that there was little choice in the situation they were so violently thrust into: they would fight and hide from the Crusaders hunting them down in the corridors, or they would be taken prisoner and most likely killed. Most recognized the futility of their current arrangement: that they were going to be found eventually and be overwhelmed.
Most weren't Zabrak.
Jedi Knight Karada Navi had gathered whatever stragglers he could here, to the Dragon. It was an easily defensible position: tucked away inside the Station itself. One main entry in or out. Several service doors and ducts spread throughout that the inhabitants would be familiar with, but the Mandalorians wouldn't. There were pros and cons to their makeshift base in the heart of their once-glorious star fortress, but the saving grace remained that the Defenders knew their home. Knew every aspect of it.
Knight Navi took this into account as he surveyed his "troops": a motley lot, most of them not even military. Plenty of people who worked on the Station, but weren't sporting the Grey-And-Yellow uniforms of the Security Teams. There were maybe a handful of troopers among the group, and several were injured or even incapacitated from doing their job beforehand and halting the Mando advance to give the evacuees time.
He swore under his breath, continuing to help situate the Onyx Dragon to at least be a little safer for the refugees. An E-WEB turret was mounted behind the bar, facing the main door to blow away any invaders that came snooping around this way. People were being armed and directed elsewhere to bring back anyone else stuck aboard the recently-formed battlefield of Yavin Station, while others were told to cause as much hell as possible so the Mandos couldn't catch a break.
All in all, Karada was at home. This was a warzone, plain and simple. It was something he could relate to, understand. His Zabrak hearts pumped vigorously at the thought of being swept up into unremitting battle, bringing the fight to the Mandalorians and driving them from their home with the thunderous march of blaster fire and the sweeping chorus of humming blades of light. No hesitation, and certainly no mercy: they would receive exactly what they gave.
The Jedi Knight had a certain amount of respect for the Mandalorian Way: they were warriors, like he. They upheld codes of honor and conduct, rituals and rites, much like the Clans on the harsh climates of his homeworld. In another life, Karada himself might have become a member of the "Verde", as they were known. But that was not his life. He was a Knight of The Order and The Republic, and the Mandalorians had proven themselves not as dignified soldiers, but as sociopathic cowards that struck at innocents and used deceit and underhanded tricks to gain the advantage. The very notion was appalling to the Zabrak: Enemies were faced directly, and the better of the combatants would walk away alive.
It was perhaps too ingrained in him, the appreciation of honesty in warfare, to forgive the Crusaders for the audacity in their opening assault. It would make defeating them all the sweeter in reply, however.
And so the weary few, the beleaguered defenders of this, their home, continued their preparations. Once the damage had been assessed, the time would come. If the Mandos wanted to strike with stealth and speed, then so could they. Karada would help instigate a war aboard this Station, an unsung battle that the defeated Clans would tell their children of as horror stories from the time they defied the Jedi Knights.
And it would be glorious.
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Veronica
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Post by Veronica on Jul 12, 2013 16:35:30 GMT -8
She was cursed. That was the only way to explain it, really. As far as she knew, none of the other co-workers she had met in her travels across the galaxy seemed to have the luck she had. Nine bars she had worked at in the past five years , nine totally different bars in totally different regions of the galaxy. And yet, somehow, all of them (with the exception of bar 3 which had one too many cases of food poisoning and a rat problem that resulted in it getting shut down), managed to get burned down, exploded, flatted, and otherwise destroyed by some rampaging group of idiots who had a bone to pick.
Sure, a girl expected the occasional dead body in this business. Some blood, a severed limb, hell all of that was normal. But why did the cantina's she worked at always managed to attract the wrong attention and turned it into an impromptu location for a last great stand? Couldn't these people find a better place to fight their battles?
"Next time we're going for one of those places with high gun control laws." She remarked to a large black and white cat, who had currently decided the counter near the bar was an ideal place to sit. Considering everything that was going on, Veronica assumed no one would mind if Mr. Tiny was allowed to sit on the counter. Besides, the floor was covered with glass, so she could hardly expect him to sit there. "A real peaceful planet. You know, like Alderaan. If you know, it wasn't ... blown up. Or maybe somewhere with a beach."
The cat meowed something scornful, but she chose to ignore it, placing a stack of clean dishcloths on the counter. There weren't many left that were clean - most having been used for makeshift bandages for the wounded.
Even though she had never been trained for battle, Veronica had learned a few things in her years as a waitress whose places of employment were so often under attack. While some of the alcohol had been used for antiseptic - she had early in the battle (once it became obvious she and her cat wouldn't be able to escape), to stock some of the hard liquors in a locked fridge under the counter. There was no point wasting all of the alcohol if she could use some of it for an explosive surprise. Although being in a space station, it meant that the explosive plan might be a last ditch effort. She had other projectiles to use of course - although she wasn't certain how effective kitchen knives and thrown glasses would be against Mandalorian armor. That stuff tended to be a bit tough to penetrate.
Still, there was her blaster - a gift from the bartender at Job #6 and #8, which she kept concealed under her skirt. And those, she knew, could be very effective.
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Post by Rogue on Jul 12, 2013 19:10:03 GMT -8
So this was war.
Rogue had seen conflict before, she had lived it and fought through her own trials, but she had never actually been involved in war. And ever since she had been made a being of flesh, ever since she had learned what physical pain was, she had tried to avoid the conflict that she had deliberately sought out when she was still a fledgling entity of the Corruption. But, it seemed that fate had other plans in store for her.
She was making her own rounds, assisting where she could: an extra pair of hands to lift things, someone to keep the pressure on wounds, someone to rid the floor of broken glass to clear up what meager amounts of space that offered. It wasn't much, but it was all she could do. She didn't know her combat potential -- although she did know that she could cause a lot of chaos with her unrefined abilities in the event of an emergency.
Her unnaturally blue gaze fell on the Zabrak Jedi who had taken charge of the situation and cringed mentally. She was helping out, sure, but Rogue knew that if anyone realized just who she was, where she had come from, that no one would trust her. She may even be cast as an equivalent threat as the Mandalorians, if not a larger one. She sighed heavily, forcing herself not to focus on that; she just had to trust in the old adage about the bonds forged in war.
She took a moment to step aside, take a deep breath, and slowly let it out as she closed her eyes, letting the Force flow through her. The energy field was a comfort to her now, a sign that she could let herself open up safely; the whispers were still there, at the far back of her mind, but it was nothing she couldn't ignore anymore. She had learned, in the months she had been on the Station, practicing by herself, to keep herself focused on her innate Jedi talents, not on the remnants of the pathogen's collective still in her head.
Finally, she opened her eyes again, the blue orbs sweeping the area of the Onyx Dragon, noting the array of different characters grouped in the area -- including one woman who seemed to be talking to a cat -- before once again falling on the Zabrak. For the first time since the invasion, she allowed herself to smile. One day, she thought, she was going to be a Jedi like that...
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Eliel
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Post by Eliel on Jul 19, 2013 11:41:43 GMT -8
Ariel sat in a corner out of the way, head in hands. Dirt and grease covered her clothes, more so than usual. The past two days had been hell. One minute, she was working her tail off, getting fighters prepped for take-off, repairing damaged ones. The next she'd been running from the invaders, praying to whatever gods there were as people on either side of her were shot down. She'd gotten lucky, she knew. Luckier still that she'd avoided the Mandos and found a refuge here. But Eli... Last she knew, her twin had been on Yavin Station. Didn't speak, just exchanged a glance before each went on their separate ways. Had Eli made it off the station or was she a prisoner of war? Or worse, a casualty? Was she down on Yavin fighting with the other Jedi or was she waiting for someone to come rescue her?
Stupid Jedi.
Stupid Eli.
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Dav Man'Sell
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Post by Dav Man'Sell on Jul 23, 2013 12:26:24 GMT -8
Somewhere in the kitchen in the back, an access panel in the floor shunted slightly, lifting up and away on it's hinges. The handful of soldiers within that had been assigned specifically to watching that particular access panel wasted no time in thrusting their assault rifles at the hole. There was a tense moment, the soldiers unmoving, unblinking, determined to shoot down anyone or anything that passed through the hatch, until a single voice echoed from within;
=Dr. Sarha Vao=
"Jago Pulastra's silly white hair mop."
The pre-agreed password confirmed what the soldier's needed to know - that the person coming up through the hatch was a friend, and part of their little fledgling resistance to Mandalorian rule. The head of a pretty young Twi'lek female, green skinned and hazel eyed, appeared in the opening, a gleam of sweat and grime and the pangs of bone-deep weariness upon it, followed very shortly by the rest of her slender, curvaceous form. She wore the blue-grey jump suit of a member of the Peacekeeping Taskforce's medical corps, and she dragged behind her a large, heavy looking holdall, which she dumped without ceremony on the floor before her. She kicked the panel shut behind her as she crawled from it, and then simply sat on the floor for a moment or two, taking in small, slightly swift breaths.
After a moment, she glanced up at one of the soldiers, who was just now relaxing back into his seated position.
=Dr. Sarha Vao=
"Anything exciting happen whilst I was away?"
The soldier gave a shake of his head. Sarha couldn't decide if that was good news or bad news, but with a small nod to herself, she accepted it as was, and pulled herself with a little effort to her feet, grabbing up the holdall, which she heaved onto her shoulder and carried out into the bar area of the small back room. Veronica, the local bar maid, stood talking, as usual to her cat. It was to her the Sarha came first, lifting the holdall up onto the bar top.
=Dr. Sarha Vao=
"Hey. Any new injured arrived?"
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Post by Rogue on Jul 23, 2013 23:48:27 GMT -8
Her unblinking gaze left the Zabrak, once more sweeping the bar in an effort to find some other way she could help out. Halfway through her visual sweep, she stopped and cocked her head to one side as something -- or rather, someone -- caught her eye. It took only a few seconds for her to recognize the girl with her head in her hands. Upon the recognition, Rogue smiled and headed over to her.
"Eliel!"
The girl had never introduced herself, but Rogue had picked up on her name from Dav's communication -- her hearing, like all her other senses, were much more advanced than a standard human's -- and she had kept it in her mind in case she ran into the young woman again.
"It's good to see you! Well, not good that you're stuck here, that's bad.. But better than being dead, I suppose, so it's good that you're still alive."
She spoke fast, but that was just because she liked talking. Years of isolation, of having no one to talk to, had made her desperate to company, and when she found someone who would listen, boy did she talk. Granted, the two girls had only met once, but Rogue was more than delighted to see someone familiar in these troubled times.
"...It is Eliel, isn't it?"
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Veronica
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Post by Veronica on Jul 26, 2013 5:51:30 GMT -8
"Two more, not more than half an hour ago," said Veronica to the doctor, pointing towards the corner of the room. "The girl was only grazed, but the man looks likes he got a few bits shrapnel stuck in him from an explosion. There is only so much that this station can take - if the Mandalorians keep it up, they won't be the only thing we'll have to worry about."
She had gotten used to recognizing the wounds from the aftermath of an explosion over the years.
She reached down and absently scratched the cat under the ear, glancing over at the holdall that Dr. Sarha and plopped onto the bar.
"What's in there?" she asked. "More supplies?"
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Post by Dav Man'Sell on Jul 26, 2013 7:40:45 GMT -8
The Twi'lek offered a grim smile.
=Dr. Sarha Vao=
"Raided a few dozen emergency med kits. Bacta patches, dermal regenerators, adrenal stimulants, mostly. Some resus equipment. A few other bits. Not quite the haul I was hoping for, but it'll help."
Her eyes lifted, surveying the scene before them, the dimly lit tapestry of wounded, wearied, and worried presenting a pretty grim view. It was not quite how she was used to seeing the Onyx Dragon. Far from it, in fact. Her lekku twitched, an involuntary response to the dull emotional ache the image prompted within her chest. She was used to war zones. Used, even, to horrific scenes far, far more ghastly than those she now faced. But there was something... something about seeing it on her own doorstep, about watching it happen to places, to people, she knew, that drove the ache home, over-riding any ability she possessed for detaching herself emotionally. She supposed that was quite normal, if anything about the whole damned affair could be called normal.
The man with the shrapnel wound drew her attention, and she nodded quietly to herself. Her next patient. With a glance behind her, she gestured in the direction of a bottle, filled with clear liquid, standing on the shelf behind her.
=Dr. Sarha Vao=
"Mind if I nab that Vodka?"
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Veronica
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Post by Veronica on Aug 29, 2013 6:35:52 GMT -8
"That's what it's there for," said Veronica, handing it over to the Doctor. "This particular brand for some weird reason isn't a great accelerant, but does a pretty good job at feeling like it kills everything else the good old fashion way. Tastes nasty too - not sure why we keep it around. Every once in awhile the men would decide they wanted to get into a drinking contest. Never ended well." She gestured with her thumb to the back storeroom. "I've got 4-5 more bottles of it out back if you need more. Rather use up that first before some of the other stuff I have. Should have some clean dishtowels too, if you want them."
She would much rather not waste the finer liquids - the ones with the even higher alcohol content that was hidden in the locked cabinet under the counter - until later if needed. At the early stages, the vodka she had handed to the doctor should work just fine. The better stuff was better saved until their situation became more desperate.
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Post by Dav Man'Sell on Sept 10, 2013 17:59:47 GMT -8
Sarha offered another tight, if weary, smile, glancing over the bottle Veronica had just handed her.
=Dr. Sarha Vao=
"I reckon we'll need it before we're done, so yeah, grab those other bottles."
The Twi'lek brought her eyes up to meet Veronica's again.
=Dr. Sarha Vao=
"Save the dishcloths until we get really needy. For now, we've got enough of the proper kit to get by on."
She lifted the bottle, and gave a nod, her lekku curling at the end in an expression of respectful appreciation.
=Dr. Sarha Vao=
"Thanks for this."
Sarha turned, and made her way over to the newest wounded soul. She focused her mind to the task at hand, to healing and nurturing those in need, to doing what she did.
It was better than thinking about the hell they were in.
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Eliel
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Post by Eliel on Oct 10, 2013 11:28:39 GMT -8
Her unblinking gaze left the Zabrak, once more sweeping the bar in an effort to find some other way she could help out. Halfway through her visual sweep, she stopped and cocked her head to one side as something -- or rather, someone -- caught her eye. It took only a few seconds for her to recognize the girl with her head in her hands. Upon the recognition, Rogue smiled and headed over to her.
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Post by Rogue on Oct 28, 2013 21:50:11 GMT -8
...She didn't know what to say, not at first.
She had known about twins through her collective knowledge, but she had been led to believe that they were rare, not something she was likely to encounter in her relatively shortened lifetime. It seemed, though, that she had been wrong.
"Oh. I'm sorry, Ariel." She tried to put herself in the young woman's place -- "young" being a relative term, Ariel was easily a decade older than she was -- and kept the smile on her face, her unblinking gaze steady on the twin's face. "My name is Rogue. I knew your sister briefly."
Suddenly, she realized that being mistaken for someone else might not be the most comforting of feelings. "...I'm sorry. I didn't mean to bother you." Her Force sense shone with sorrow and slight embarrassment..
"I just.." She started blushing furiously. "Your sister made me feel like I wasn't alone, for once. And in times like this..." She let the sentence trail off, then started to turn back away, her unblinking gaze scanning the crowd again, looking for anywhere she was needed...
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Post by Ander Tagira on Oct 30, 2013 15:24:21 GMT -8
2nd Black Operations Group, GALSAF
Personnel and Recreation Sector, Yavin Station It had been hours since GALSAF's 2nd Black Operations Group, or "BOG Unit" as they were called by the rest of the force, had extracted themselves from the bowels of Yavin Station's bottommost maintanence levels and begun clearing sections of the massive structure. 4th Battalion was said to have force in the area, though Alec hadn't seen not a one. They maintained contact through secure comms, of course, but Alec knew they were stuck having a field day repairing sections of the station that had been either damaged in the attack or sabotaged directly by the Jedi and their allies.31. 18. 6. Alec reminded himself as they cleared yet another cache of Yavin personnel out of one of the crew bays. 31 detainees, 18 casualties, in 6 hours. Not bad for a quarter day's work, in Alec's opinion. The only ones they had been forced to kill had been soldiers of the Jedi Peacekeeping Taskforce that had been on board when Alec and his boys had left their hiding place within the underbelly of the station. The Yavinities had fought tenaciously, refusing to give up ground in each engagement until every last one of them had been killed. Alec wasn't former Yavin 4 Defense Force, like some members of his BOG Unit were, but he understood the seriousness with which they took firing on former allies. "Having a job to do" simply didn't cut the cake into easy enough pieces to swallow, but it was true all the same.
The 31 POW's they'd detained had been left under guard briefly until squads from 4th Battalion had arrived to secure them and haul them off to Repair Bay 1, where King Company was running their own show. The detainees would be treated fairly, receiving the same rations and medical attention any GALSAF commando would. Alec knew this did nothing to lessen the blow of losing their home and their comrades, but GALSAF's commandos made it very clear that they weren't here for the common man, just the Jedi.Jedi…to Alec the word was Jetii, as it had been taught to him in his native tongue, Mando'a. But the attack on Yavin IV was an invasion second, a counter-insurgency operation first. Using the right words around their prisoners could make a significant difference in the long run, and Alec knew that they would be here for the long run. This wasn't the snatch-and-grab, or simple assassination of one being. It was the snatch-and-grab of an entire star system, the assassination of an entire culture. Alec didn't blame these people for fighting for the Jedi, every man had a cause of his own, whether he recognized it or not. It just so happened that Alec's cause didn't agree with that of the Yavinite's.
Sticks and stones, he told himself.Currently, Alec and the rest of his team, Brock, Cable, Dodge, and Endo, were clearing out one of the lower recreation levels. Most of the rooms were large, accommodating exercise and relaxation equipment, training simulation chambers, and the like. For the most part, the entire sector was empty, bereft of even cleaning droids. But every now and again, Alec and his team ran into small groups of Yavin personnel and civilians, which they rounded up and secured for pick up by 4th Battalion.
With only a handful of levels to go before this sector of the station was clear, Alec considered what their next move ought to be. He knew the rest of the Recreation Sector was likely to be empty of any real resistance, but the Onyx Dragon was located near the upper levels of that area of the station, and Alec suspected it would have been a rallying point for anyone not able to make it off the station during the initial invasion. Whether there were civilians or soldiers there, he couldn't say. Dodge had told him the Onyx Dragon was a tribute to the Peacekeeping Taskforce's Dragon Squadron, an elite collection of pilots that had a reputation for nastiness in the battlefield. Where a battleship like the Basterd's Hand might swat regular fighters like flies, Dragon Squadron was known to be a hammer against any foe, no matter how big or small. That didn't tell Alec much about how they might operate on foot, but Endo had elaborated that by his knowledge, all of Dragon Squadron's pilots were Jedi Knights or Masters, and that Masters Dav Man'Sell and Jago led the group personally in most of their engagements.
Now those two Alec had heard of. GALSAF's Lord Commander, Ander Tagira, had gone on for hours about Man'Sell and Pulastra, as well as other Jedi from Yavin 4, in BOG's earlier days. He had nothing but impressive stories to tell of the lot of them, which put a certain amount of concern and even fear into Alec's mind. Running into a slew of Jedi Masters was not his idea of a good time, despite the Verpine weaponry they boasted. Force Users had a way of unnerving even the most skilled and experienced soldiers simply off their reputation alone, and Alec had no intention of having to get fitted for a prosthetic.So where to after this, Alec? Cable asked, his helmet tilting slightly in Alec's direction as they closed off the last of that level's chambers and annotated the location on their HUD maps. Alec hefted his rifle as he shrugged. The Onyx Dragon's still a few levels up, but I want to get that area cleared before the next couple of hours. He replied. Cable nodded in response as the team made their way cautiously towards the next turbolift, he stepped forward to key the activation panel. As the five Black Operators waited, Brock made his own inquiry.Think we ought to call in for support from Fourth Battalion, in case they've got a grip of folks holed up in the Dragon? He suggested. Alec thought on that as the turbolift doors hissed open, and the team cleared the chamber before stepping inside. Cable keyed for the next level while Alec formulated his response. It's not a bad idea, and I know they can spare the men, so yeah. Get it done. Arrange a rendez-vous on the level below for the next hour and a half. Alec decided as the turbolift slowed to a halt and the doors reopened. Cable and Brock peeked their rifles out around each corner before announcing them "clear" over the comlink. The team stepped out into the corridor beyond, taking up a "rolling T" formation with Alec, Brock and Dodge side-by-side in the front, and Cable and Endo taking up the rear to cover their backside. The next few minutes were rather uneventful as they checked each room and chamber on the level and uncovered no living beings or droids of any kind. The lack of even cleaning droids had been an initial point of concern for the Black Operators, though they eventually agreed that such systems had been either been shut down by the station's own emergency measures, or the systems controlling them had been damaged in the attack. At the time it made sense, though Alec couldn't accurately gauge the condition of the station overall, nor could he guess had how many of the structure's systems had been unlocked and restored by GALSAF's commandos or the Mandalorian Clan forces.Cable took a moment after they had finished clearing the level to contact King Company's CO, Captain Jules Frisk. The man was a stout fellow, a Hapan love of theatrics on the battlefield, though he was always slow to check his comlink. Gee-Cee-King-One-Two-Four-Two, this is Bee-Oh-Two-Three, with a priority inquiry. Cable was surpsied when the response from Frisk's channel came back almost immediately. What is it you want!? I'm a bit busy putting down a squad of Yavinites at the moment. Cable wasn't shocked that the sounds of battle hadn't leaked through to Frisk's helmet mic, the buy'ce utilized by GALSAF were of the highest quality. He replied evenly, sharing only the information necessary so as not to waste the Captain's time. Me and my BOG Unit are over in the Recreation Sector of the station, needing to perform a recce of the Onyx Dragon and the surrounding levels. We suspect the Dragon might be housing civilians and station personnel mainly, though the lounge's reputation as a Jedi hangout is making my boys nervous. We're requesting reinforcements in case we run into trouble. Cable concluded, waiting for the Captain's reply. Nothing came for several long minutes, during which Alec keyed the turbolift for the next level. They had only two more levels to clear before reaching the top end of the Recreation Sector, where the Onyx Dragon was located.
Moments later the lift dropped them off at the next deck and the team cleared the corridor outside. Again, GALSAF's Black Operators went room-to-room, chamber-to-chamber, interrupted briefly as Captain Frisk finally responded to Cable's request for assistance. The Hapan sounded out of breath, but the excitement in his voice was blatant. My apologies, these guys put up quite the fight! The man exclaimed, his breathing returning to a more normal rate. Had to smack a handful of them with a grenade just to keep them from tearing us to pieces. Cable rolled his eyes, wishing the man would get to the meat of the matter.It'll be no trouble, Bee-Oh-Two-Three, I'll send a platoon your way within the hour. Cable breathed easily for the moment, thanking the other man. We'll await your arrival on the next deck, don't be late. He responded, ending their communication. Cable glanced over at Alec, who acknowledged he'd heard the entire conversation with a nod.Good to know we still have friends. Dodge joked, sealing off the door to the chamber he'd just finished clearing. These folks have far better gym equipment than we have on the Hand. He observed, his voice tinged with jealousy. Alec shook his head dismissively, there would be time to enjoy the Jedi's gym gear once the rest of the station had been cleared.Focus on the task at hand, ner'vod. Let's get the rest of this deck cleared. Alec checked his magazine out of habit, then fingered the safety of his rifle as they continued onward, checking the next section of rooms on either side of the corridor. The station was massive, the largest Alec had ever seen, which made him glad that his team wasn't having to clear the entire thing on their own. Such an endeavor would have taken days, or weeks, depending on the level of resistance they faced along the way.
For the time being, Alec and his boys were satisfied performing casual breach and clear operations. It would help loosen them up for the real fight to come on the moon's surface. From what Alec had picked up over the GALCOM link during the last thirty-someodd hours, 1st Battalion had landed troops at the Blueleaf Cluster Temple, and 1st Armored Commando Brigade had already dropped off a compliment of MAT-TE's to assist with the coming assault on the Jedi Temple. Coupled with GALSAF's commandos, Alec saw few ways the Jedi would be able to resist the onslaught of Mando'ade on their way to the Jedi stronghold, never mind actually winning the war. Despite his doubts, however, Alec knew full well the skill and tenacity with which the Jedi fought; it would be fight alright, but one of the toughest GALSAF had ever faced.
Alec stowed his thoughts for the time being, losing himself again in the task at hand. The BOG Unit continued clearing the current deck, though each one of them was starting to wonder just what they might face once they reached the Onyx Dragon, and if their skill, training and experience alone would be able to see them through it, or if the simple powers of a single Jedi Knight might undo everything they had worked so hard to achieve. |
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