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<center>Merek is with the Coruscanti Nobles. He's located upon Planet Rori, also as a civilian that travels to planets as a Knight of House Black. It would seem that his family is that of Merchants, as well as Military. His former titles are known as that Duke upon Coruscant in addition to being Knight too. He seems to also have an interest in tech as well as being quite a skilled pilot with ships. The Order took the assets of the House, so they moved to Tatooine and also, keep their titles. The assets move to Naboo as the Resistance wins the planet, while it works to rebuild. Merek takes up the name of the Duke also. The family works towards creating more House friends while upon the planet also.</center><br><br />
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<center>Merek is with the Coruscanti Nobles. He's located upon Planet Rori, also as a civilian that travels to planets as a Knight of House Black. It would seem that his family is that of Merchants, as well as Military. His former titles are known as that Duke upon Coruscant in addition to being Knight too. He seems to also have an interest in tech as well as being quite a skilled pilot with ships. The Order took the assets of the House, so they moved to Tatooine and also, keep their titles. The assets move to Naboo as the Resistance wins the planet, while it works to rebuild. Merek takes up the name of the Duke also. The family works towards creating more House friends while upon the planet also.</center><br><br />
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| The owner of the Union. A nice man that is often there to assist the merchants of the Union. Knows people.<br />
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|[[Tylin Creel|Tylin Creel]] <br />
| I don't know a lot about the woman although she seems to be nice as well also. Corellian Rangers founder.<br />
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|[[Kylo Ren|Kylo Ren]] <br />
| My former boss. I am glad about him changing, though what will you do with that, with the freedom.<br />
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|[[Rey|Rey Skywalker]] <br />
| You are the paragon of the Force. We still have a war we need to win. We are around for you and will assist.<br />
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|[[Aryn Cole|Aryn Cole]] <br />
| I consider you a friend, Princess. If you need any assistance in the nobility, I will assist as you need.<br />
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<br></div>Merekhttp://www.swaoa-mush.com/index.php?title=Log:Resistance:_Zaltin_Waltz&diff=12949Log:Resistance: Zaltin Waltz2020-02-15T05:53:07Z<p>Merek: </p>
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Dantooine, a beautiful planet in the system of the same name. A former Galactic Republic front, where once the Jedi trained many of their students within an era long in the past. Nowadays, it serves as a home for quieter farmland where people tend to fields. One such homestead served as a pick-up for First Order soldiers to pick up supplies. The manor's tan walls stand up while there is a makeshift landing area set up in the back, next to what looks like various crates, each tagged with the medical symbols of Zaltin's logo.<br />
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These supplies would assist in recovery of the Resistance's medical division after the battle in Exegol. Two Y-Wing Couriers come in, piloted by naval personell, White 1 and White 2. Their space has been modified to carry the supplies, as they land. Afterwards, the Crawler comes with the troop transport, piloted by Corporal Merek while he lands that, overseeing the coordination while he nods to Cree, and Ark. "Alright, I'll be around if you need me. Cree will be leading the team, we know that there's possible raiders that have heard about the situation here. You load up what you can. We can't manage a long fight in this place."<br />
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Sergeant Cree, tall and proud Faleen vetwran who fought in numerous battles with the Resistance, shifted the HFE Rifle in his arms as he slightly limped off the crawler. "Understood Corperal." He was already hawkishly eyeing the horizon. The limp, for those who knew, was from a robotic prosthetic. He had lost his leg on a previous boarding action before exagol and was just now permited back to full active status.<br />
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Ark, meanwhile, was loaded for bear. She hadn't been on many missions, having transferred from one of the Civil Fleet carriers to serve the Resistance more directly. She was a new face, but she was eager to help, even if it meant carrying supplies. "Just like snatching crates back home," she mutters to herself affirmatively. She fell in close to Cree, waiting to move.<br />
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As the two begin disembarking with a few soldiers assisting, there are many crates to move, and no indication that there's any issue. The crates will take a while to load, which means that there will likely be a lot of work to find an effective way to transport all of them while the Y-Wing begins to lower its boarding dock for supplies.<br />
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Cree moves into a defensive position around the crates providing a block between them and any attackers. His eyes remain alert and at the ready. "Keep your eyes peeled. They likely know the land better than us"<br />
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Ark's eyes begin to scan immediately. "Well," she says, thoughtfully. "This is Dantooine, yea?" Ark's eyes turn upward a moment as she forms the thoughts. "Back on Corellia we used animals to do most of our heavy lifting. Surely the Order isn't offloading speeders every time they land to acquire these resources," she offers.<br />
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A few crates are loading into the shuttle couriers while Cree and Ark talk, though the wind begins to shift a bit, and in the distance there's the sound of machinery. There are creatures grazing in the field, tame enough. Those familiar with the noise would notice that probably a shuttle has landed, which means they need to load up what they can.<br />
<br />
Cree hazards a glance at his companion. "It's true but we are likely dealing with local mercenaries or... opertuniatic locals. They will use what they know." He glances curiously towards yhe grazing animals before looking back towards the loading process. "Lets try to be quick."<br />
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Ark furrows her brows thoughtfully. She knew well enough what those sounds COULD mean, even if she could only guess. "Sounds like we don't have time to deliberate. I think we might not remain unknown for long," she says. She looks around them. "If we have straps we can hoist everything together. I can nudge the wildlife along."<br />
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Between the people all in the place, the animals can be lined up with the crates to assist in moving them with a word from Ark as well. Though even after a bit, it looks like the sound of people are coming, along with machinery and speeders. The question is with so few men, if they should actually stay and fight, that or keep what they picked up with that.<br />
<br />
Cree glances to Ark, studying the Corellian a moment before giving a silent nod. He moves over towards the crates and starts to help strap them together in order to be moved and put on the ships. Though, his hearing doesn't betray him as he looks towards where he hears people. "Look lively, we've got company over the ridge I think." Maybe they were friendly or could be bartered with. "Unless this is enough, we could always just bug out." He glances around, "Where did Corperal Black go." That was more his call.<br />
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Ark is off and moving without much else discussion. Somehow, she managed to almost make it look easy when it came to hopping onto the back of one of the creatures. It took a moment of getting used to, introducing of sorts, before she was riding back. "Granger here will help," she says, before she slips off the thing's back. Her focus was on making a makeshift harnass to connect to the crates. To get them moving. "All I know is we have plenty of hurt people back home. That last big fight is still having us licking our wounds..." She says.<br />
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Merek back at the shuttle, comlinks to the people, <<"It is probably best that we pack up, with the fact we don't have enough people.">> Then it looks like the noise is getting to the position. It is likely best they all load up!<br />
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Cree chuckles at Ark as she rides over with 'Granger' though, his attention turns as soon as Merek comes over the comms. <<"If you say we got enough corperal, I'm happy to exfil.">> He looks to Ark and nods towards the Crawler, backing towards it with his eyes still on the ridgeline just incase.<br />
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The sounds of the approaching folk and Merek's suggestion was taken well enough. She was hopeful, but, it is what it is. When the harnass is tied and the straps secure, Ark hops right back up on the back of Granger. "Come on," she says, looking down towards Cree before she kicks the beast onward, "No time to untie him on the ground. We'll call it a Donation from the Order." Cattle rustling was the best thieving there was, after all. Just ask a Corellian.<br />
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As the soldiers all come back into the shuttles, Merek nods a bit, while the Crawler along with the two Y-Wing Couriers begin to lift up. Just as they do with people boarding, the speeders come from the direction they were heard, with about ten raiders that shoot at the shuttles. Fortunately, they are on the way!</div>Merekhttp://www.swaoa-mush.com/index.php?title=Log:Resistance:_Zaltin_Waltz&diff=12947Log:Resistance: Zaltin Waltz2020-02-15T02:37:28Z<p>Merek: </p>
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Dantooine, a beautiful planet in the system of the same name. A former Galactic Republic front, where once the Jedi trained many of their students within an era long in the past. Nowadays, it serves as a home for quieter farmland where people tend to fields. One such homestead served as a pick-up for First Order soldiers to pick up supplies. The manor's tan walls stand up while there is a makeshift landing area set up in the back, next to what looks like various crates, each tagged with the medical symbols of Zaltin's logo.<br />
<br />
These supplies would assist in recovery of the Resistance's medical division after the battle in Exegol. Two Y-Wing Couriers come in, piloted by naval personell, White 1 and White 2. Their space has been modified to carry the supplies, as they land. Afterwards, the Crawler comes with the troop transport, piloted by Corporal Merek while he lands that, overseeing the coordination while he nods to Cree, and Ark. "Alright, I'll be around if you need me. Cree will be leading the team, we know that there's possible raiders that have heard about the situation here. You load up what you can. We can't manage a long fight in this place."<br />
<br />
Sergeant Cree, tall and proud Faleen vetwran who fought in numerous battles with the Resistance, shifted the HFE Rifle in his arms as he slightly limped off the crawler. "Understood Corperal." He was already hawkishly eyeing the horizon. The limp, for those who knew, was from a robotic prosthetic. He had lost his leg on a previous boarding action before exagol and was just now permited back to full active status.<br />
<br />
Ark, meanwhile, was loaded for bear. She hadn't been on many missions, having transferred from one of the Civil Fleet carriers to serve the Resistance more directly. She was a new face, but she was eager to help, even if it meant carrying supplies. "Just like snatching crates back home," she mutters to herself affirmatively. She fell in close to Cree, waiting to move.<br />
<br />
As the two begin disembarking with a few soldiers assisting, there are many crates to move, and no indication that there's any issue. The crates will take a while to load, which means that there will likely be a lot of work to find an effective way to transport all of them while the Y-Wing begins to lower its boarding dock for supplies.<br />
<br />
Cree moves into a defensive position around the crates providing a block between them and any attackers. His eyes remain alert and at the ready. "Keep your eyes peeled. They likely know the land better than us"<br />
<br />
Ark's eyes begin to scan immediately. "Well," she says, thoughtfully. "This is Dantooine, yea?" Ark's eyes turn upward a moment as she forms the thoughts. "Back on Corellia we used animals to do most of our heavy lifting. Surely the Order isn't offloading speeders every time they land to acquire these resources," she offers.<br />
<br />
A few crates are loading into the shuttle couriers while Cree and Ark talk, though the wind begins to shift a bit, and in the distance there's the sound of machinery. There are creatures grazing in the field, tame enough. Those familiar with the noise would notice that probably a shuttle has landed, which means they need to load up what they can.<br />
<br />
Cree hazards a glance at his companion. "It's true but we are likely dealing with local mercenaries or... opertuniatic locals. They will use what they know." He glances curiously towards yhe grazing animals before looking back towards the loading process. "Lets try to be quick."<br />
<br />
Ark furrows her brows thoughtfully. She knew well enough what those sounds COULD mean, even if she could only guess. "Sounds like we don't have time to deliberate. I think we might not remain unknown for long," she says. She looks around them. "If we have straps we can hoist everything together. I can nudge the wildlife along."<br />
<br />
Between the people all in the place, the animals can be lined up with the crates to assist in moving them with a word from Ark as well. Though even after a bit, it looks like the sound of people are coming, along with machinery and speeders. The question is with so few men, if they should actually stay and fight, that or keep what they picked up with that.<br />
<br />
Cree glances to Ark, studying the Corellian a moment before giving a silent nod. He moves over towards the crates and starts to help strap them together in order to be moved and put on the ships. Though, his hearing doesn't betray him as he looks towards where he hears people. "Look lively, we've got company over the ridge I think." Maybe they were friendly or could be bartered with. "Unless this is enough, we could always just bug out." He glances around, "Where did Corperal Black go." That was more his call.<br />
<br />
Ark is off and moving without much else discussion. Somehow, she managed to almost make it look easy when it came to hopping onto the back of one of the creatures. It took a moment of getting used to, introducing of sorts, before she was riding back. "Granger here will help," she says, before she slips off the thing's back. Her focus was on making a makeshift harnass to connect to the crates. To get them moving. "All I know is we have plenty of hurt people back home. That last big fight is still having us licking our wounds..." She says.<br />
<br />
Merek back at the shuttle, comlinks to the people, <<"It is probably best that we pack up, with the fact we don't have enough people.">> Then it looks like the noise is getting to the position. It is likely best they all load up!<br />
<br />
Cree chuckles at Ark as she rides over with 'Granger' though, his attention turns as soon as Merek comes over the comms. <<"If you say we got enough corperal, I'm happy to exfil.">> He looks to Ark and nods towards the Crawler, backing towards it with his eyes still on the ridgeline just incase.<br />
<br />
The sounds of the approaching folk and Merek's suggestion was taken well enough. She was hopeful, but, it is what it is. When the harnass is tied and the straps secure, Ark hops right back up on the back of Granger. "Come on," she says, looking down towards Cree before she kicks the beast onward, "No time to untie him on the ground. We'll call it a Donation from the Order." Cattle rustling was the best thieving there was, after all. Just ask a Corellian.<br />
<br />
As the soldiers all come back into the shuttles, Merek nods a bit, while the Crawler along with the two Y-Wing Couriers begin to lift up. Just as they do with people boarding, the speeders come from the direction they were heard, with about ten raiders that shoot at the shuttles. Fortunately, they are on the way!</div>Merekhttp://www.swaoa-mush.com/index.php?title=Log:Resistance:_Zaltin_Waltz&diff=12946Log:Resistance: Zaltin Waltz2020-02-15T02:37:14Z<p>Merek: Created page with "<!-- Fill this in with information about your log --> {{LogBox | LogTitle=Resistance: Take Out That Relay | Location=Exterior Hull of the Steadfast | Participants=[[Merek]..."</p>
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Dantooine, a beautiful planet in the system of the same name. A former Galactic Republic front, where once the Jedi trained many of their students within an era long in the past. Nowadays, it serves as a home for quieter farmland where people tend to fields. One such homestead served as a pick-up for First Order soldiers to pick up supplies. The manor's tan walls stand up while there is a makeshift landing area set up in the back, next to what looks like various crates, each tagged with the medical symbols of Zaltin's logo.<br />
<br />
These supplies would assist in recovery of the Resistance's medical division after the battle in Exegol. Two Y-Wing Couriers come in, piloted by naval personell, White 1 and White 2. Their space has been modified to carry the supplies, as they land. Afterwards, the Crawler comes with the troop transport, piloted by Corporal Merek while he lands that, overseeing the coordination while he nods to Cree, and Ark. "Alright, I'll be around if you need me. Cree will be leading the team, we know that there's possible raiders that have heard about the situation here. You load up what you can. We can't manage a long fight in this place."<br />
<br />
Sergeant Cree, tall and proud Faleen vetwran who fought in numerous battles with the Resistance, shifted the HFE Rifle in his arms as he slightly limped off the crawler. "Understood Corperal." He was already hawkishly eyeing the horizon. The limp, for those who knew, was from a robotic prosthetic. He had lost his leg on a previous boarding action before exagol and was just now permited back to full active status.<br />
<br />
Ark, meanwhile, was loaded for bear. She hadn't been on many missions, having transferred from one of the Civil Fleet carriers to serve the Resistance more directly. She was a new face, but she was eager to help, even if it meant carrying supplies. "Just like snatching crates back home," she mutters to herself affirmatively. She fell in close to Cree, waiting to move.<br />
<br />
As the two begin disembarking with a few soldiers assisting, there are many crates to move, and no indication that there's any issue. The crates will take a while to load, which means that there will likely be a lot of work to find an effective way to transport all of them while the Y-Wing begins to lower its boarding dock for supplies.<br />
<br />
Cree moves into a defensive position around the crates providing a block between them and any attackers. His eyes remain alert and at the ready. "Keep your eyes peeled. They likely know the land better than us"<br />
<br />
Ark's eyes begin to scan immediately. "Well," she says, thoughtfully. "This is Dantooine, yea?" Ark's eyes turn upward a moment as she forms the thoughts. "Back on Corellia we used animals to do most of our heavy lifting. Surely the Order isn't offloading speeders every time they land to acquire these resources," she offers.<br />
<br />
A few crates are loading into the shuttle couriers while Cree and Ark talk, though the wind begins to shift a bit, and in the distance there's the sound of machinery. There are creatures grazing in the field, tame enough. Those familiar with the noise would notice that probably a shuttle has landed, which means they need to load up what they can.<br />
<br />
Cree hazards a glance at his companion. "It's true but we are likely dealing with local mercenaries or... opertuniatic locals. They will use what they know." He glances curiously towards yhe grazing animals before looking back towards the loading process. "Lets try to be quick."<br />
<br />
Ark furrows her brows thoughtfully. She knew well enough what those sounds COULD mean, even if she could only guess. "Sounds like we don't have time to deliberate. I think we might not remain unknown for long," she says. She looks around them. "If we have straps we can hoist everything together. I can nudge the wildlife along."<br />
<br />
Between the people all in the place, the animals can be lined up with the crates to assist in moving them with a word from Ark as well. Though even after a bit, it looks like the sound of people are coming, along with machinery and speeders. The question is with so few men, if they should actually stay and fight, that or keep what they picked up with that.<br />
<br />
Cree glances to Ark, studying the Corellian a moment before giving a silent nod. He moves over towards the crates and starts to help strap them together in order to be moved and put on the ships. Though, his hearing doesn't betray him as he looks towards where he hears people. "Look lively, we've got company over the ridge I think." Maybe they were friendly or could be bartered with. "Unless this is enough, we could always just bug out." He glances around, "Where did Corperal Black go." That was more his call.<br />
<br />
Ark is off and moving without much else discussion. Somehow, she managed to almost make it look easy when it came to hopping onto the back of one of the creatures. It took a moment of getting used to, introducing of sorts, before she was riding back. "Granger here will help," she says, before she slips off the thing's back. Her focus was on making a makeshift harnass to connect to the crates. To get them moving. "All I know is we have plenty of hurt people back home. That last big fight is still having us licking our wounds..." She says.<br />
<br />
Merek back at the shuttle, comlinks to the people, <<"It is probably best that we pack up, with the fact we don't have enough people.">> Then it looks like the noise is getting to the position. It is likely best they all load up!<br />
<br />
Cree chuckles at Ark as she rides over with 'Granger' though, his attention turns as soon as Merek comes over the comms. <<"If you say we got enough corperal, I'm happy to exfil.">> He looks to Ark and nods towards the Crawler, backing towards it with his eyes still on the ridgeline just incase.<br />
<br />
The sounds of the approaching folk and Merek's suggestion was taken well enough. She was hopeful, but, it is what it is. When the harnass is tied and the straps secure, Ark hops right back up on the back of Granger. "Come on," she says, looking down towards Cree before she kicks the beast onward, "No time to untie him on the ground. We'll call it a Donation from the Order." Cattle rustling was the best thieving there was, after all. Just ask a Corellian.<br />
<br />
As the soldiers all come back into the shuttles, Merek nods a bit, while the Crawler along with the two Y-Wing Couriers begin to lift up. Just as they do with people boarding, the speeders come from the direction they were heard, with about ten raiders that shoot at the shuttles. Fortunately, they are on the way!</div>Merekhttp://www.swaoa-mush.com/index.php?title=Targi&diff=12614Targi2020-01-19T04:52:31Z<p>Merek: Created blank page</p>
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<center>Merek is with the Coruscanti Nobles. He's located upon Planet Rori, also as a civilian that travels to planets as a Knight of House Black. It would seem that his family is that of Merchants, as well as Military. His former titles are known as that Duke upon Coruscant in addition to being Knight too. He seems to also have an interest in tech as well as being quite a skilled pilot with ships. The Order took the assets of the House, so they moved to Tatooine and also, keep their titles. The assets move to Naboo as the Resistance wins the planet, while it works to rebuild. Merek takes up the name of the Duke also. The family works towards creating more House friends while upon the planet also.</center><br><br />
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|- style="vertical-align: top;"<br />
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|[[Idan Jensa|Idan Jensa]] <br />
| The owner of the Union. A nice man that is often there to assist the merchants of the Union. Knows people.<br />
|-<br />
|[[Tylin Creel|Tylin Creel]] <br />
| I don't know a lot about the woman although she seems to be nice as well also. Corellian Rangers founder.<br />
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[[Category:Civilians]] [[Category:Resistance]]</div>Merekhttp://www.swaoa-mush.com/index.php?title=The_Resistance&diff=12238The Resistance2019-12-07T06:07:47Z<p>Merek: </p>
<hr />
<div>''"...there's a splinter of the Republic military that...that feels the Republic isn't taking certain threats as seriously as they maybe ought to be taking them. Specifically the threat posed by the First Order."''<br><br />
- Poe Dameron<br />
<br />
{{image|http://i.imgur.com/awyJXTl.jpg|700px}}<br />
<br />
<br />
== From the Ashes of Rebellion ==<br />
<br />
The Resistance is a small private force created by Princess Leia Organa to keep watch on the movements of the First Order.<br/> Though she petitioned the New Republic government for support, she found the politics of the Senate too slow and too mired in self-interest to be of any help. The New Republic tolerateed the Resistance, though it was wary of risking war with the First Order, right up until the Hosnian Cataclysm.<br />
<br />
The upper levels of the Resistance consist primarily of veterans of the Galactic Civil War who have remained loyal to Princess Leia Organa. Many of the New Republic politicians who rebuilt the Senate thought the best way to preserve peace was to disband the galactic-scale military forces that had become the norm since the Clone Wars. This left many skilled veterans without commands. When Leia began organizing a Resistance to stand watch against the militarized rise of the First Order, these old rebels were ready for the fight.<br />
<br />
A secret detachment was been assigned to the Smuggler's moon known as Nar Shaddaa. Known as [[Kath Hounds|The Kath Hounds]] they were located in a hidden base known as Hound Base. <br />
<br />
Until the First Order found them. <br />
<br />
Operating out of the frigate <i>Renegade</i>, the Resistance kept up its hit and run opposition to the First Order across many months and systems, until the Liberation of Naboo, which allowed the creation of Beacon Outpost on the moon of Rori.<br />
<br/><br />
<br/><br />
<br />
==The Military==<br />
[[image:Resistance-x-wing.jpeg|center|210px]]<br />
<br />
An organized group, the Resistance has a designated rank system for members in both the Resistance army and navy.<br><br><br />
<br />
Militarily, the Resistance was forced to make do with outdated and aging equipment unlike the New Republic, and was so undermanned that most of its personnel were forced to do double duty as scanner technicians, droid programmers, starship mechanics and regular foot soldiers. <br><br><br />
<br />
Many of the youngest kids were used to fill out the ranks of the Starfighter Corps, and were recruited from local planetary defense forces. Spirited and idealistic, many of the pilots formed a close-knit bond, and were eager to bring the fight to the First Order. As a symbol in their struggle against the First Order, the Resistance adopted the starbird once used by the Rebel Alliance. The symbol adorns the helmets of Resistance starfighter pilots.<br><br><br />
Owing to its lessened pool of manpower, the Resistance placed a greater emphasis on treating the wounded and returning them to duty, and as a result finding medical equipment was a high priority. Resistance troopers commonly utilized the BlasTech EL-16HFE blaster rifle, and were ferried into combat on Resistance transports, which were heavily modified transports assembled from varying vessels from previous wars. Gian-211 patrol speeders and an army of droids helped keep the Resistance up and running, with many robotic workers given more responsibility and independence than elsewhere in the galaxy and seen as more than just droids, which was a continuation of the ideas of the Rebel Alliance. Many protocols of the Rebel Alliance also remained in use, with code K-one-zero signaling the evacuation of a base, which was most notably used during the Battle of Hoth.<br />
<br />
== The Best Starfighter Pilots in the Galaxy ==<br />
<br />
{{image|http://i.imgur.com/CN2rawQ.jpg|900px}}<br />
<br />
==Flight Ops/Naval Forces==<br />
With various assets and some of the best pilots in the galaxy on hand, no mission for them is too big or too small. Intercept, ground support or humanitarian supply, these folk can get the job done. And they do it very well.<br />
<br />
{| class="wikitable collapsible collapsed"<br />
|- style="text-align:center;"<br />
|-<br />
!Name<br />
!Rank<br />
!Position<br />
!Score<br />
!Image<br />
|-<br />
|[[Poe Dameron|Poe Dameron]]<br />
|Major<br />
|SFC: Black 1<br />
| <br />
| [[File:poe_profile.jpg|75px]]<br />
|-<br />
<br />
|-<br />
|[[Snap Wexley|Temmin "Snap" Wexley]]<br />
|Captain<br />
|SFC: Black 2<br />
| <br />
| {{Image|http://i.imgur.com/3xovTCE.jpg|75px}}<br />
|-<br />
<br />
|-<br />
|[[Jessika Pava|Jessika Pava]]<br />
|Captain<br />
|SFC: Black 3<br />
| <br />
| {{Image|http://i.imgur.com/TSNcIoc.png|75px}}<br />
|-<br />
<br />
<br />
|-<br />
|[[Karas Darkwing|Karas Darkwing]]<br />
|Captain<br />
|SFC: Black 6<br />
| <br />
| [[Image:TFF%2B2009%2BPortrait%2BStudio%2BDIRECTV%2BTribeca%2BPress%2B1PtxzWlM2psl.jpg|75px]]<br />
|-<br />
<br />
|-<br />
|[[Tallissan Lintra|Tallie Lintra]]<br />
|Captain<br />
|SFC: Black 5 <br />
| <br />
| {{Image|https://i.imgur.com/6izhuRB.jpg|75px}}<br />
|-<br />
<br />
-<br />
|[[Ektor|Ektor-Xer Apollyon]]<br />
|Lieutenant<br />
|SFC: Black 7<br />
| Math is dumb<br />
| [[File:Ektor1.jpg|75px]]<br />
|-<br />
<br />
|-<br />
|[[Kare Kun]]<br />
|Lieutenant, Junior Grade<br />
|SFC: Black 4<br />
|<br />
|[[File:Kareprof.jpg|75px]]<br />
|-<br />
<br />
|-<br />
|[[Callax Dalso]]<br />
|Flight Officer 2nd Class<br />
|SFC: Black 9<br />
|-<br />
<br />
|-<br />
|[[Zandra naMuriel]]<br />
|Flight Officer 3rd Class (H)<br />
|SFC: Black 10<br />
|<br />
|[[image:Zan_image.png|75px]]<br />
|-<br />
<br />
|-<br />
|[[Nova Korell]]<br />
|Flight Officer 3rd Class<br />
|SFC: Black 11<br />
|-<br />
<br />
|-<br />
|[[Elrych Cometburn]]<br />
|Lieutenant (H)<br />
|SFC: Black 12<br />
|<br />
|[[image:elrychjacket.jpg|75px]]<br />
|-<br />
<br />
|-<br />
|[[Calevaro]]<br />
|Cadet<br />
|SFC: Red 7<br />
|<br />
|<br />
|-<br />
<br />
|-<br />
|[[Zonk]]<br />
|Cadet<br />
|SFC: Red 8<br />
|<br />
|<br />
|-<br />
<br />
|}<br />
<br />
==Army==<br />
Idle hands are the devil's workshop. <br />
<br />
When the Republic became too trusting of precariously bartered peace between itself and the Empire, and began dismantling the Army's special forces, the doers of the military's dirtier work became idle hands. With them, a malcontent Leia shaped the foundation of her own army. It's small. It's scrappy. It's command conferences might resemble the geriatric ward of a medbay, but dammit, they aren't ready to roll over and retire yet. The bulk of the boots are filled by a younger generation, one reared on stories and legends of the heroic times their parents and grandparents lived through. Fought through. Now they, too, are answering a General's call to arms. To Resist.<br />
<br />
Ground forces are composed of a variety of talents. Demolitions specialists, riflemen, scouts, undercover operatives, medical officers, social workers, machinists, technicians, culinary 'experts', and even janitorial staff. People from all walks of life can find a way to serve the cause and contribute to the daunting task of exposing the cryptic First Order for the evil that it is. As with the Starfighter Corps, Army operations have been executed on small scale, relying heavily on hit-and-run tactics to thwart FO aggression, raid FO supplies, perform recon, or embark on search-and-rescue ops. The two branches work closely together, rely heavily upon one another, and it's not unheard of for there to be overlap of personnel.<br />
<br />
{| class="wikitable collapsible collapsed"<br />
|- style="text-align:center;"<br />
|-<br />
!Name<br />
!Rank<br />
!Position<br />
!Killboard #<br />
!Image<br />
|-<br />
|[[Leia Organa|Leia Organa]]<br />
|General<br />
|Command<br />
|<br />
|<br />
|-<br />
|[[Ambrosia Greystorm|Ambrosia Greystorm]]<br />
|Brigadier General<br />
|Command<br />
|Classified<br />
| [[image:Amber5.jpg|75px]]<br />
|-<br />
|[[Sar Yavok]]<br />
|Lt. Colonel<br />
|Army<br />
|Too many to count<br />
| [[image:Sar_10.jpg|75px]]<br />
|-<br />
|[[Merek]]<br />
|Corporal<br />
|Army<br />
|&#160; Gun: Kills: 4 Assist: 1<br>&#160; Tank: Kills: 0 Assist: 0<br>&#160; Pilot: Kills: 0 Assist: 0<br> <br />
| [[image:Merek.jpg|75px]]<br />
|-<br />
|[[Atridusk|Atridusk]]<br />
|Private<br />
|Army<br />
|People upon my list.<br />
|-<br />
|[[Greeson Rais]]<br />
|Private<br />
|Army<br />
|<br />
|<br />
|-<br />
|}<br />
<br />
== Memorial ==<br />
<br />
Those that gave it all in sacrifice to the cause of the Resistance. They are remembered as heroes!<br />
<br />
{| class="wikitable collapsible collapsed"<br />
|- style="text-align:center;"<br />
|-<br />
!Name<br />
!Rank<br />
!Position<br />
!Killboard #<br />
!Image<br />
|-<br />
|[[Devii|Devii Keva]]<br />
|2nd Lieutenant <br />
|Army<br />
|More than you<br />
|[[image:devii3.jpg|100px]]<br />
|-<br />
|[[Jaya Kassis|Jaya Kassis]]<br />
|Master Chief<br />
|Army<br />
|Unknown<br />
||[[image:Jaya.jpeg|100px]]<br />
|-<br />
|[[Tess Ul'Datha]]<br />
|Master Sergeant<br />
|Army<br />
|If it bleeds, I can kill it.<br />
| [[image:Tess1.png|75px]]<br />
<br />
|-<br />
|}<br />
<br />
== Logs ==<br />
{| class="wikitable collapsible collapsed"<br />
|- style="vertical-align: top;"<br />
|<div class="SWAOACharBoxLogs" style="max-height: 400px; overflow: scroll;">{{#dpl:resultsheader=<hr/>'''Our Missions'''<br/>|suppresserrors=true|namespace=Log|ordermethod=firstedit|order=descending|linksto={{PAGENAME}}}}</div><br />
|}<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
[[Category:Organizations]]</div>Merekhttp://www.swaoa-mush.com/index.php?title=The_Resistance&diff=12034The Resistance2019-11-09T22:07:03Z<p>Merek: </p>
<hr />
<div>''"...there's a splinter of the Republic military that...that feels the Republic isn't taking certain threats as seriously as they maybe ought to be taking them. Specifically the threat posed by the First Order."''<br><br />
- Poe Dameron<br />
<br />
{{image|http://i.imgur.com/awyJXTl.jpg|700px}}<br />
<br />
<br />
== From the Ashes of Rebellion ==<br />
<br />
The Resistance is a small private force created by Princess Leia Organa to keep watch on the movements of the First Order.<br/> Though she petitioned the New Republic government for support, she found the politics of the Senate too slow and too mired in self-interest to be of any help. The New Republic tolerateed the Resistance, though it was wary of risking war with the First Order, right up until the Hosnian Cataclysm.<br />
<br />
The upper levels of the Resistance consist primarily of veterans of the Galactic Civil War who have remained loyal to Princess Leia Organa. Many of the New Republic politicians who rebuilt the Senate thought the best way to preserve peace was to disband the galactic-scale military forces that had become the norm since the Clone Wars. This left many skilled veterans without commands. When Leia began organizing a Resistance to stand watch against the militarized rise of the First Order, these old rebels were ready for the fight.<br />
<br />
A secret detachment was been assigned to the Smuggler's moon known as Nar Shaddaa. Known as [[Kath Hounds|The Kath Hounds]] they were located in a hidden base known as Hound Base. <br />
<br />
Until the First Order found them. <br />
<br />
Operating out of the frigate <i>Renegade</i>, the Resistance kept up its hit and run opposition to the First Order across many months and systems, until the Liberation of Naboo, which allowed the creation of Beacon Outpost on the moon of Rori.<br />
<br/><br />
<br/><br />
<br />
==The Military==<br />
[[image:Resistance-x-wing.jpeg|center|210px]]<br />
<br />
An organized group, the Resistance has a designated rank system for members in both the Resistance army and navy.<br><br><br />
<br />
Militarily, the Resistance was forced to make do with outdated and aging equipment unlike the New Republic, and was so undermanned that most of its personnel were forced to do double duty as scanner technicians, droid programmers, starship mechanics and regular foot soldiers. <br><br><br />
<br />
Many of the youngest kids were used to fill out the ranks of the Starfighter Corps, and were recruited from local planetary defense forces. Spirited and idealistic, many of the pilots formed a close-knit bond, and were eager to bring the fight to the First Order. As a symbol in their struggle against the First Order, the Resistance adopted the starbird once used by the Rebel Alliance. The symbol adorns the helmets of Resistance starfighter pilots.<br><br><br />
Owing to its lessened pool of manpower, the Resistance placed a greater emphasis on treating the wounded and returning them to duty, and as a result finding medical equipment was a high priority. Resistance troopers commonly utilized the BlasTech EL-16HFE blaster rifle, and were ferried into combat on Resistance transports, which were heavily modified transports assembled from varying vessels from previous wars. Gian-211 patrol speeders and an army of droids helped keep the Resistance up and running, with many robotic workers given more responsibility and independence than elsewhere in the galaxy and seen as more than just droids, which was a continuation of the ideas of the Rebel Alliance. Many protocols of the Rebel Alliance also remained in use, with code K-one-zero signaling the evacuation of a base, which was most notably used during the Battle of Hoth.<br />
<br />
== The Best Starfighter Pilots in the Galaxy ==<br />
<br />
{{image|http://i.imgur.com/CN2rawQ.jpg|900px}}<br />
<br />
==Flight Ops/Naval Forces==<br />
With various assets and some of the best pilots in the galaxy on hand, no mission for them is too big or too small. Intercept, ground support or humanitarian supply, these folk can get the job done. And they do it very well.<br />
<br />
{| class="wikitable collapsible collapsed"<br />
|- style="text-align:center;"<br />
|-<br />
!Name<br />
!Rank<br />
!Position<br />
!Score<br />
!Image<br />
|-<br />
|[[Poe Dameron|Poe Dameron]]<br />
|Major<br />
|SFC: Black 1<br />
| <br />
| [[File:poe_profile.jpg|75px]]<br />
|-<br />
<br />
|-<br />
|[[Snap Wexley|Temmin "Snap" Wexley]]<br />
|Captain<br />
|SFC: Black 2<br />
| <br />
| {{Image|http://i.imgur.com/3xovTCE.jpg|75px}}<br />
|-<br />
<br />
|-<br />
|[[Jessika Pava|Jessika Pava]]<br />
|Captain<br />
|SFC: Black 3<br />
| <br />
| {{Image|http://i.imgur.com/TSNcIoc.png|75px}}<br />
|-<br />
<br />
<br />
|-<br />
|[[Karas Darkwing|Karas Darkwing]]<br />
|Captain<br />
|SFC: Black 4<br />
| <br />
| [[Image:TFF%2B2009%2BPortrait%2BStudio%2BDIRECTV%2BTribeca%2BPress%2B1PtxzWlM2psl.jpg|75px]]<br />
|-<br />
<br />
|-<br />
|[[Tallissan Lintra|Tallie Lintra]]<br />
|Captain<br />
|SFC: Black 5<br />
| <br />
| {{Image|https://i.imgur.com/6izhuRB.jpg|75px}}<br />
|-<br />
<br />
-<br />
|[[Ektor|Ektor-Xer Apollyon]]<br />
|Lieutenant<br />
|SFC: Black 6<br />
| Math is dumb<br />
| [[File:Ektor1.jpg|75px]]<br />
|-<br />
<br />
|-<br />
|[[Kare Kun]]<br />
|Lieutenant, Junior Grade<br />
|SFC: Black 7<br />
|<br />
|[[File:Kareprof.jpg|75px]]<br />
|-<br />
<br />
|-<br />
|[[Miri Sakir]]<br />
|Flight Officer<br />
|SFC: Black 8<br />
|<br />
|{{Image|https://i.imgur.com/3zrgj5i.png|75px}}<br />
|-<br />
|[[Callax Dalso]]<br />
|Flight Officer 2nd Class<br />
|SFC: Black 10<br />
|<br />
|<br />
|-<br />
<br />
|-<br />
|[[Fiora Diaz]]<br />
|Flight Officer 3rd Class<br />
|SFC: Black 9<br />
|<br />
|[[image:Fiora_Diaz.jpeg|75px]]<br />
|-<br />
<br />
|-<br />
|[[Nova Korell]]<br />
|Flight Officer 3rd Class<br />
|SFC: Black 11<br />
|<br />
|<br />
|-<br />
<br />
|-<br />
|[[Elrych Cometburn]]<br />
|Jedi<br />
|SFC: Black 12<br />
|<br />
|[[image:elrychjacket.jpg|75px]]<br />
|-<br />
<br />
|-<br />
|[[Zandra naMuriel]]<br />
|Jedi<br />
|SFC: Blue 2<br />
|<br />
|<br />
|-<br />
<br />
|-<br />
|[[Calevaro]]<br />
|Cadet<br />
|SFC: Red 7<br />
|<br />
|<br />
|-<br />
<br />
|-<br />
|[[Zonk]]<br />
|Cadet<br />
|SFC: Red 8<br />
|<br />
|<br />
|-<br />
<br />
|}<br />
<br />
==Army==<br />
Idle hands are the devil's workshop. <br />
<br />
When the Republic became too trusting of precariously bartered peace between itself and the Empire, and began dismantling the Army's special forces, the doers of the military's dirtier work became idle hands. With them, a malcontent Leia shaped the foundation of her own army. It's small. It's scrappy. It's command conferences might resemble the geriatric ward of a medbay, but dammit, they aren't ready to roll over and retire yet. The bulk of the boots are filled by a younger generation, one reared on stories and legends of the heroic times their parents and grandparents lived through. Fought through. Now they, too, are answering a General's call to arms. To Resist.<br />
<br />
Ground forces are composed of a variety of talents. Demolitions specialists, riflemen, scouts, undercover operatives, medical officers, social workers, machinists, technicians, culinary 'experts', and even janitorial staff. People from all walks of life can find a way to serve the cause and contribute to the daunting task of exposing the cryptic First Order for the evil that it is. As with the Starfighter Corps, Army operations have been executed on small scale, relying heavily on hit-and-run tactics to thwart FO aggression, raid FO supplies, perform recon, or embark on search-and-rescue ops. The two branches work closely together, rely heavily upon one another, and it's not unheard of for there to be overlap of personnel.<br />
<br />
{| class="wikitable collapsible collapsed"<br />
|- style="text-align:center;"<br />
|-<br />
!Name<br />
!Rank<br />
!Position<br />
!Killboard #<br />
!Image<br />
|-<br />
|[[Leia Organa|Leia Organa]]<br />
|General<br />
|Command<br />
|<br />
|<br />
|-<br />
|[[Ambrosia Greystorm|Ambrosia Greystorm]]<br />
|Brigadier General<br />
|Command<br />
|Classified<br />
| [[image:Amber5.jpg|75px]]<br />
|-<br />
|[[Sar Yavok]]<br />
|Lt. Colonel<br />
|Army<br />
|Too many to count<br />
| [[image:Sar_10.jpg|75px]]<br />
|-<br />
|[[Merek]]<br />
|Corporal<br />
|Army<br />
|&#160; Gun: Kills: 3 Assist: 1<br>&#160; Tank: Kills: 0 Assist: 0<br>&#160; Pilot: Kills: 0 Assist: 0<br> <br />
| [[image:Merek.jpg|75px]]<br />
|-<br />
|[[Atridusk|Atridusk]]<br />
|Private<br />
|Army<br />
|People upon my list.<br />
|-<br />
|[[Greeson Rais]]<br />
|Private<br />
|Army<br />
|<br />
|<br />
|-<br />
|}<br />
<br />
== Memorial ==<br />
<br />
Those that gave it all in sacrifice to the cause of the Resistance. They are remembered as heroes!<br />
<br />
{| class="wikitable collapsible collapsed"<br />
|- style="text-align:center;"<br />
|-<br />
!Name<br />
!Rank<br />
!Position<br />
!Killboard #<br />
!Image<br />
|-<br />
|[[Devii|Devii Keva]]<br />
|2nd Lieutenant <br />
|Army<br />
|More than you<br />
|[[image:devii3.jpg|100px]]<br />
|-<br />
|[[Jaya Kassis|Jaya Kassis]]<br />
|Master Chief<br />
|Army<br />
|Unknown<br />
||[[image:Jaya.jpeg|100px]]<br />
|-<br />
|[[Tess Ul'Datha]]<br />
|Master Sergeant<br />
|Army<br />
|If it bleeds, I can kill it.<br />
| [[image:Tess1.png|75px]]<br />
<br />
|-<br />
|}<br />
<br />
== Logs ==<br />
{| class="wikitable collapsible collapsed"<br />
|- style="vertical-align: top;"<br />
|<div class="SWAOACharBoxLogs" style="max-height: 400px; overflow: scroll;">{{#dpl:resultsheader=<hr/>'''Our Missions'''<br/>|suppresserrors=true|namespace=Log|ordermethod=firstedit|order=descending|linksto={{PAGENAME}}}}</div><br />
|}<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
[[Category:Organizations]]</div>Merekhttp://www.swaoa-mush.com/index.php?title=The_Resistance&diff=11925The Resistance2019-09-28T23:50:05Z<p>Merek: </p>
<hr />
<div>''"...there's a splinter of the Republic military that...that feels the Republic isn't taking certain threats as seriously as they maybe ought to be taking them. Specifically the threat posed by the First Order."''<br><br />
- Poe Dameron<br />
<br />
{{image|http://i.imgur.com/awyJXTl.jpg|700px}}<br />
<br />
<br />
== From the Ashes of Rebellion ==<br />
<br />
The Resistance is a small private force created by Princess Leia Organa to keep watch on the movements of the First Order.<br/> Though she petitioned the New Republic government for support, she found the politics of the Senate too slow and too mired in self-interest to be of any help. The New Republic tolerateed the Resistance, though it was wary of risking war with the First Order, right up until the Hosnian Cataclysm.<br />
<br />
The upper levels of the Resistance consist primarily of veterans of the Galactic Civil War who have remained loyal to Princess Leia Organa. Many of the New Republic politicians who rebuilt the Senate thought the best way to preserve peace was to disband the galactic-scale military forces that had become the norm since the Clone Wars. This left many skilled veterans without commands. When Leia began organizing a Resistance to stand watch against the militarized rise of the First Order, these old rebels were ready for the fight.<br />
<br />
A secret detachment was been assigned to the Smuggler's moon known as Nar Shaddaa. Known as [[Kath Hounds|The Kath Hounds]] they were located in a hidden base known as Hound Base. <br />
<br />
Until the First Order found them. <br />
<br />
Operating out of the frigate <i>Renegade</i>, the Resistance kept up its hit and run opposition to the First Order across many months and systems, until the Liberation of Naboo, which allowed the creation of Beacon Outpost on the moon of Rori.<br />
<br/><br />
<br/><br />
<br />
==The Military==<br />
[[image:Resistance-x-wing.jpeg|center|210px]]<br />
<br />
An organized group, the Resistance has a designated rank system for members in both the Resistance army and navy.<br><br><br />
<br />
Militarily, the Resistance was forced to make do with outdated and aging equipment unlike the New Republic, and was so undermanned that most of its personnel were forced to do double duty as scanner technicians, droid programmers, starship mechanics and regular foot soldiers. <br><br><br />
<br />
Many of the youngest kids were used to fill out the ranks of the Starfighter Corps, and were recruited from local planetary defense forces. Spirited and idealistic, many of the pilots formed a close-knit bond, and were eager to bring the fight to the First Order. As a symbol in their struggle against the First Order, the Resistance adopted the starbird once used by the Rebel Alliance. The symbol adorns the helmets of Resistance starfighter pilots.<br><br><br />
Owing to its lessened pool of manpower, the Resistance placed a greater emphasis on treating the wounded and returning them to duty, and as a result finding medical equipment was a high priority. Resistance troopers commonly utilized the BlasTech EL-16HFE blaster rifle, and were ferried into combat on Resistance transports, which were heavily modified transports assembled from varying vessels from previous wars. Gian-211 patrol speeders and an army of droids helped keep the Resistance up and running, with many robotic workers given more responsibility and independence than elsewhere in the galaxy and seen as more than just droids, which was a continuation of the ideas of the Rebel Alliance. Many protocols of the Rebel Alliance also remained in use, with code K-one-zero signaling the evacuation of a base, which was most notably used during the Battle of Hoth.<br />
<br />
== The Best Starfighter Pilots in the Galaxy ==<br />
<br />
{{image|http://i.imgur.com/CN2rawQ.jpg|900px}}<br />
<br />
==Flight Ops/Naval Forces==<br />
With various assets and some of the best pilots in the galaxy on hand, no mission for them is too big or too small. Intercept, ground support or humanitarian supply, these folk can get the job done. And they do it very well.<br />
<br />
{| class="wikitable collapsible collapsed"<br />
|- style="text-align:center;"<br />
|-<br />
!Name<br />
!Rank<br />
!Position<br />
!Score<br />
!Image<br />
|-<br />
|[[Poe Dameron|Poe Dameron]]<br />
|Major<br />
|SFC: Black 1<br />
| <br />
| [[File:poe_profile.jpg|75px]]<br />
|-<br />
<br />
|-<br />
|[[Snap Wexley|Temmin "Snap" Wexley]]<br />
|Captain<br />
|SFC: Black 2<br />
| <br />
| {{Image|http://i.imgur.com/3xovTCE.jpg|75px}}<br />
|-<br />
<br />
|-<br />
|[[Jessika Pava|Jessika Pava]]<br />
|Captain<br />
|SFC: Black 3<br />
| <br />
| {{Image|http://i.imgur.com/TSNcIoc.png|75px}}<br />
|-<br />
<br />
<br />
|-<br />
|[[Karas Darkwing|Karas Darkwing]]<br />
|Captain<br />
|SFC: Black 4<br />
| <br />
| [[Image:TFF%2B2009%2BPortrait%2BStudio%2BDIRECTV%2BTribeca%2BPress%2B1PtxzWlM2psl.jpg|75px]]<br />
|-<br />
<br />
|-<br />
|[[Tallissan Lintra|Tallie Lintra]]<br />
|Captain<br />
|SFC: Black 5<br />
| <br />
| {{Image|https://i.imgur.com/6izhuRB.jpg|75px}}<br />
|-<br />
<br />
-<br />
|[[Ektor|Ektor-Xer Apollyon]]<br />
|Lieutenant<br />
|SFC: Black 6<br />
| Math is dumb<br />
| [[File:Ektor1.jpg|75px]]<br />
|-<br />
<br />
|-<br />
|[[Kare Kun]]<br />
|Lieutenant, Junior Grade<br />
|SFC: Black 7<br />
|<br />
|[[File:Kareprof.jpg|75px]]<br />
|-<br />
<br />
|-<br />
|[[Miri Sakir]]<br />
|Flight Officer<br />
|SFC: Black 8<br />
|<br />
|{{Image|https://i.imgur.com/3zrgj5i.png|75px}}<br />
|-<br />
|[[Callax Dalso]]<br />
|Flight Officer 2nd Class<br />
|SFC: Black 10<br />
|<br />
|<br />
|-<br />
<br />
|-<br />
|[[Fiora Diaz]]<br />
|Flight Officer 3rd Class<br />
|SFC: Black 9<br />
|<br />
|[[image:Fiora_Diaz.jpeg|75px]]<br />
|-<br />
<br />
|-<br />
|[[Nova Korell]]<br />
|Flight Officer 3rd Class<br />
|SFC: Black 11<br />
|<br />
|<br />
|-<br />
<br />
|-<br />
|[[Elrych Cometburn]]<br />
|Jedi<br />
|SFC: Black 12<br />
|<br />
|[[image:elrychjacket.jpg|75px]]<br />
|-<br />
<br />
|-<br />
|[[Zandra naMuriel]]<br />
|Jedi<br />
|SFC: Blue 2<br />
|<br />
|<br />
|-<br />
<br />
|-<br />
|[[Calevaro]]<br />
|Cadet<br />
|SFC: Red 7<br />
|<br />
|<br />
|-<br />
<br />
|-<br />
|[[Zonk]]<br />
|Cadet<br />
|SFC: Red 8<br />
|<br />
|<br />
|-<br />
<br />
|}<br />
<br />
==Army==<br />
Idle hands are the devil's workshop. <br />
<br />
When the Republic became too trusting of precariously bartered peace between itself and the Empire, and began dismantling the Army's special forces, the doers of the military's dirtier work became idle hands. With them, a malcontent Leia shaped the foundation of her own army. It's small. It's scrappy. It's command conferences might resemble the geriatric ward of a medbay, but dammit, they aren't ready to roll over and retire yet. The bulk of the boots are filled by a younger generation, one reared on stories and legends of the heroic times their parents and grandparents lived through. Fought through. Now they, too, are answering a General's call to arms. To Resist.<br />
<br />
Ground forces are composed of a variety of talents. Demolitions specialists, riflemen, scouts, undercover operatives, medical officers, social workers, machinists, technicians, culinary 'experts', and even janitorial staff. People from all walks of life can find a way to serve the cause and contribute to the daunting task of exposing the cryptic First Order for the evil that it is. As with the Starfighter Corps, Army operations have been executed on small scale, relying heavily on hit-and-run tactics to thwart FO aggression, raid FO supplies, perform recon, or embark on search-and-rescue ops. The two branches work closely together, rely heavily upon one another, and it's not unheard of for there to be overlap of personnel.<br />
<br />
{| class="wikitable collapsible collapsed"<br />
|- style="text-align:center;"<br />
|-<br />
!Name<br />
!Rank<br />
!Position<br />
!Killboard #<br />
!Image<br />
|-<br />
|[[Leia Organa|Leia Organa]]<br />
|General<br />
|Command<br />
|<br />
|<br />
|-<br />
|[[Ambrosia Greystorm|Ambrosia Greystorm]]<br />
|Brigadier General<br />
|Command<br />
|Classified<br />
| [[image:Amber5.jpg|75px]]<br />
|-<br />
|[[Sar Yavok]]<br />
|Lt. Colonel<br />
|Army<br />
|Too many to count<br />
| [[image:Sar_10.jpg|75px]]<br />
|-<br />
|[[Merek]]<br />
|Corporal<br />
|Army<br />
|&#160; Gun: Kills: 3 Assist: 0<br>&#160; Tank: Kills: 0 Assist: 0<br>&#160; Pilot: Kills: 0 Assist: 0<br> <br />
| [[image:Merek.jpg|75px]]<br />
|-<br />
|[[Atridusk|Atridusk]]<br />
|Private<br />
|Army<br />
|People upon my list.<br />
|-<br />
|[[Greeson Rais]]<br />
|Private<br />
|Army<br />
|<br />
|<br />
|-<br />
|}<br />
<br />
== Memorial ==<br />
<br />
Those that gave it all in sacrifice to the cause of the Resistance. They are remembered as heroes!<br />
<br />
{| class="wikitable collapsible collapsed"<br />
|- style="text-align:center;"<br />
|-<br />
!Name<br />
!Rank<br />
!Position<br />
!Killboard #<br />
!Image<br />
|-<br />
|[[Devii|Devii Keva]]<br />
|2nd Lieutenant <br />
|Army<br />
|More than you<br />
|[[image:devii3.jpg|100px]]<br />
|-<br />
|[[Jaya Kassis|Jaya Kassis]]<br />
|Master Chief<br />
|Army<br />
|Unknown<br />
||[[image:Jaya.jpeg|100px]]<br />
|-<br />
|[[Tess Ul'Datha]]<br />
|Master Sergeant<br />
|Army<br />
|If it bleeds, I can kill it.<br />
| [[image:Tess1.png|75px]]<br />
<br />
|-<br />
|}<br />
<br />
== Logs ==<br />
{| class="wikitable collapsible collapsed"<br />
|- style="vertical-align: top;"<br />
|<div class="SWAOACharBoxLogs" style="max-height: 400px; overflow: scroll;">{{#dpl:resultsheader=<hr/>'''Our Missions'''<br/>|suppresserrors=true|namespace=Log|ordermethod=firstedit|order=descending|linksto={{PAGENAME}}}}</div><br />
|}<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
[[Category:Organizations]]</div>Merekhttp://www.swaoa-mush.com/index.php?title=The_Resistance&diff=11924The Resistance2019-09-28T23:49:37Z<p>Merek: </p>
<hr />
<div>''"...there's a splinter of the Republic military that...that feels the Republic isn't taking certain threats as seriously as they maybe ought to be taking them. Specifically the threat posed by the First Order."''<br><br />
- Poe Dameron<br />
<br />
{{image|http://i.imgur.com/awyJXTl.jpg|700px}}<br />
<br />
<br />
== From the Ashes of Rebellion ==<br />
<br />
The Resistance is a small private force created by Princess Leia Organa to keep watch on the movements of the First Order.<br/> Though she petitioned the New Republic government for support, she found the politics of the Senate too slow and too mired in self-interest to be of any help. The New Republic tolerateed the Resistance, though it was wary of risking war with the First Order, right up until the Hosnian Cataclysm.<br />
<br />
The upper levels of the Resistance consist primarily of veterans of the Galactic Civil War who have remained loyal to Princess Leia Organa. Many of the New Republic politicians who rebuilt the Senate thought the best way to preserve peace was to disband the galactic-scale military forces that had become the norm since the Clone Wars. This left many skilled veterans without commands. When Leia began organizing a Resistance to stand watch against the militarized rise of the First Order, these old rebels were ready for the fight.<br />
<br />
A secret detachment was been assigned to the Smuggler's moon known as Nar Shaddaa. Known as [[Kath Hounds|The Kath Hounds]] they were located in a hidden base known as Hound Base. <br />
<br />
Until the First Order found them. <br />
<br />
Operating out of the frigate <i>Renegade</i>, the Resistance kept up its hit and run opposition to the First Order across many months and systems, until the Liberation of Naboo, which allowed the creation of Beacon Outpost on the moon of Rori.<br />
<br/><br />
<br/><br />
<br />
==The Military==<br />
[[image:Resistance-x-wing.jpeg|center|210px]]<br />
<br />
An organized group, the Resistance has a designated rank system for members in both the Resistance army and navy.<br><br><br />
<br />
Militarily, the Resistance was forced to make do with outdated and aging equipment unlike the New Republic, and was so undermanned that most of its personnel were forced to do double duty as scanner technicians, droid programmers, starship mechanics and regular foot soldiers. <br><br><br />
<br />
Many of the youngest kids were used to fill out the ranks of the Starfighter Corps, and were recruited from local planetary defense forces. Spirited and idealistic, many of the pilots formed a close-knit bond, and were eager to bring the fight to the First Order. As a symbol in their struggle against the First Order, the Resistance adopted the starbird once used by the Rebel Alliance. The symbol adorns the helmets of Resistance starfighter pilots.<br><br><br />
Owing to its lessened pool of manpower, the Resistance placed a greater emphasis on treating the wounded and returning them to duty, and as a result finding medical equipment was a high priority. Resistance troopers commonly utilized the BlasTech EL-16HFE blaster rifle, and were ferried into combat on Resistance transports, which were heavily modified transports assembled from varying vessels from previous wars. Gian-211 patrol speeders and an army of droids helped keep the Resistance up and running, with many robotic workers given more responsibility and independence than elsewhere in the galaxy and seen as more than just droids, which was a continuation of the ideas of the Rebel Alliance. Many protocols of the Rebel Alliance also remained in use, with code K-one-zero signaling the evacuation of a base, which was most notably used during the Battle of Hoth.<br />
<br />
== The Best Starfighter Pilots in the Galaxy ==<br />
<br />
{{image|http://i.imgur.com/CN2rawQ.jpg|900px}}<br />
<br />
==Flight Ops/Naval Forces==<br />
With various assets and some of the best pilots in the galaxy on hand, no mission for them is too big or too small. Intercept, ground support or humanitarian supply, these folk can get the job done. And they do it very well.<br />
<br />
{| class="wikitable collapsible collapsed"<br />
|- style="text-align:center;"<br />
|-<br />
!Name<br />
!Rank<br />
!Position<br />
!Score<br />
!Image<br />
|-<br />
|[[Poe Dameron|Poe Dameron]]<br />
|Major<br />
|SFC: Black 1<br />
| <br />
| [[File:poe_profile.jpg|75px]]<br />
|-<br />
<br />
|-<br />
|[[Snap Wexley|Temmin "Snap" Wexley]]<br />
|Captain<br />
|SFC: Black 2<br />
| <br />
| {{Image|http://i.imgur.com/3xovTCE.jpg|75px}}<br />
|-<br />
<br />
|-<br />
|[[Jessika Pava|Jessika Pava]]<br />
|Captain<br />
|SFC: Black 3<br />
| <br />
| {{Image|http://i.imgur.com/TSNcIoc.png|75px}}<br />
|-<br />
<br />
<br />
|-<br />
|[[Karas Darkwing|Karas Darkwing]]<br />
|Captain<br />
|SFC: Black 4<br />
| <br />
| [[Image:TFF%2B2009%2BPortrait%2BStudio%2BDIRECTV%2BTribeca%2BPress%2B1PtxzWlM2psl.jpg|75px]]<br />
|-<br />
<br />
|-<br />
|[[Tallissan Lintra|Tallie Lintra]]<br />
|Captain<br />
|SFC: Black 5<br />
| <br />
| {{Image|https://i.imgur.com/6izhuRB.jpg|75px}}<br />
|-<br />
<br />
-<br />
|[[Ektor|Ektor-Xer Apollyon]]<br />
|Lieutenant<br />
|SFC: Black 6<br />
| Math is dumb<br />
| [[File:Ektor1.jpg|75px]]<br />
|-<br />
<br />
|-<br />
|[[Kare Kun]]<br />
|Lieutenant, Junior Grade<br />
|SFC: Black 7<br />
|<br />
|[[File:Kareprof.jpg|75px]]<br />
|-<br />
<br />
|-<br />
|[[Miri Sakir]]<br />
|Flight Officer<br />
|SFC: Black 8<br />
|<br />
|{{Image|https://i.imgur.com/3zrgj5i.png|75px}}<br />
|-<br />
|[[Callax Dalso]]<br />
|Flight Officer 2nd Class<br />
|SFC: Black 10<br />
|<br />
|<br />
|-<br />
<br />
|-<br />
|[[Fiora Diaz]]<br />
|Flight Officer 3rd Class<br />
|SFC: Black 9<br />
|<br />
|[[image:Fiora_Diaz.jpeg|75px]]<br />
|-<br />
<br />
|-<br />
|[[Nova Korell]]<br />
|Flight Officer 3rd Class<br />
|SFC: Black 11<br />
|<br />
|<br />
|-<br />
<br />
|-<br />
|[[Elrych Cometburn]]<br />
|Jedi<br />
|SFC: Black 12<br />
|<br />
|[[image:elrychjacket.jpg|75px]]<br />
|-<br />
<br />
|-<br />
|[[Zandra naMuriel]]<br />
|Jedi<br />
|SFC: Blue 2<br />
|<br />
|<br />
|-<br />
<br />
|-<br />
|[[Calevaro]]<br />
|Cadet<br />
|SFC: Red 7<br />
|<br />
|<br />
|-<br />
<br />
|-<br />
|[[Zonk]]<br />
|Cadet<br />
|SFC: Red 8<br />
|<br />
|<br />
|-<br />
<br />
|}<br />
<br />
==Army==<br />
Idle hands are the devil's workshop. <br />
<br />
When the Republic became too trusting of precariously bartered peace between itself and the Empire, and began dismantling the Army's special forces, the doers of the military's dirtier work became idle hands. With them, a malcontent Leia shaped the foundation of her own army. It's small. It's scrappy. It's command conferences might resemble the geriatric ward of a medbay, but dammit, they aren't ready to roll over and retire yet. The bulk of the boots are filled by a younger generation, one reared on stories and legends of the heroic times their parents and grandparents lived through. Fought through. Now they, too, are answering a General's call to arms. To Resist.<br />
<br />
Ground forces are composed of a variety of talents. Demolitions specialists, riflemen, scouts, undercover operatives, medical officers, social workers, machinists, technicians, culinary 'experts', and even janitorial staff. People from all walks of life can find a way to serve the cause and contribute to the daunting task of exposing the cryptic First Order for the evil that it is. As with the Starfighter Corps, Army operations have been executed on small scale, relying heavily on hit-and-run tactics to thwart FO aggression, raid FO supplies, perform recon, or embark on search-and-rescue ops. The two branches work closely together, rely heavily upon one another, and it's not unheard of for there to be overlap of personnel.<br />
<br />
{| class="wikitable collapsible collapsed"<br />
|- style="text-align:center;"<br />
|-<br />
!Name<br />
!Rank<br />
!Position<br />
!Killboard #<br />
!Image<br />
|-<br />
|[[Leia Organa|Leia Organa]]<br />
|General<br />
|Command<br />
|<br />
|<br />
|-<br />
|[[Ambrosia Greystorm|Ambrosia Greystorm]]<br />
|Brigadier General<br />
|Command<br />
|Classified<br />
| [[image:Amber5.jpg|75px]]<br />
|-<br />
|[[Sar Yavok]]<br />
|Lt. Colonel<br />
|Army<br />
|Too many to count<br />
| [[image:Sar_10.jpg|75px]]<br />
|-<br />
|[[Merek]]<br />
|Corporal<br />
|Army<br />
|&#160; Gunner: Kills: 3 Assist: 0<br>&#160; Tank: Kills: 0 Assist: 0<br>&#160; Pilot: Kills: 0 Assist: 0<br> <br />
| [[image:Merek.jpg|75px]]<br />
|-<br />
|[[Atridusk|Atridusk]]<br />
|Private<br />
|Army<br />
|People upon my list.<br />
|-<br />
|[[Greeson Rais]]<br />
|Private<br />
|Army<br />
|<br />
|<br />
|-<br />
|}<br />
<br />
== Memorial ==<br />
<br />
Those that gave it all in sacrifice to the cause of the Resistance. They are remembered as heroes!<br />
<br />
{| class="wikitable collapsible collapsed"<br />
|- style="text-align:center;"<br />
|-<br />
!Name<br />
!Rank<br />
!Position<br />
!Killboard #<br />
!Image<br />
|-<br />
|[[Devii|Devii Keva]]<br />
|2nd Lieutenant <br />
|Army<br />
|More than you<br />
|[[image:devii3.jpg|100px]]<br />
|-<br />
|[[Jaya Kassis|Jaya Kassis]]<br />
|Master Chief<br />
|Army<br />
|Unknown<br />
||[[image:Jaya.jpeg|100px]]<br />
|-<br />
|[[Tess Ul'Datha]]<br />
|Master Sergeant<br />
|Army<br />
|If it bleeds, I can kill it.<br />
| [[image:Tess1.png|75px]]<br />
<br />
|-<br />
|}<br />
<br />
== Logs ==<br />
{| class="wikitable collapsible collapsed"<br />
|- style="vertical-align: top;"<br />
|<div class="SWAOACharBoxLogs" style="max-height: 400px; overflow: scroll;">{{#dpl:resultsheader=<hr/>'''Our Missions'''<br/>|suppresserrors=true|namespace=Log|ordermethod=firstedit|order=descending|linksto={{PAGENAME}}}}</div><br />
|}<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
[[Category:Organizations]]</div>Merekhttp://www.swaoa-mush.com/index.php?title=Merek&diff=11918Merek2019-09-24T07:42:42Z<p>Merek: </p>
<hr />
<div>{{CharacterBox<br />
| Portrait=[[File:Merek.jpg|250px]]<br />
| FullName=Merek Black<br />
| Title=&#160; Knight<br />
| Race=Human<br />
| Ship=<br />
}}<br />
<br />
=<center>Background</center>=<br />
<br />
<center>Merek was with the Coruscanti Nobles. He's located upon Planet Rori, also as a civilian that travels to planets as a Knight of House Black. It would seem that his family is that of Merchants, as well as Military. His former titles are known as that Duke upon Coruscant in addition to being Knight too. He seems to also have an interest in tech as well as being quite a skilled pilot with ships. The Order took the assets of the House, so they moved to Tatooine and also, keep their titles. The assets move to Naboo as the Resistance wins the planet, while it works to rebuild. Merek takes up the name of the Duke also. The family works towards creating more House friends while upon the planet also.</center><br><br />
<br />
=<center>Relationships</center>=<br />
<br />
<center><br />
{| class="wikitable collapsible collapsed"<br />
|-<br />
!<br />
!<br />
|- style="vertical-align: top;"<br />
|-<br />
|[[Idan Jensa|Idan Jensa]] <br />
| The owner of the Union. A nice man that is often there to assist the merchants of the Union. Knows people.<br />
|-<br />
|[[Tylin Creel|Tylin Creel]] <br />
| I don't know a lot about the woman although she seems to be nice as well also. Corellian Rangers founder.<br />
|- <br />
|}<br />
</center><br />
<br><br />
<br />
=<center>Gallery</center>=<br />
<br />
<center>[[File:Frost.png|180px]][[File:Keywork.jpg|183px]][[File:Frost.png|180px]]</center><br />
<br />
[[Category:Civilians]] [[Category:Resistance]]</div>Merekhttp://www.swaoa-mush.com/index.php?title=Merek&diff=11917Merek2019-09-24T07:40:21Z<p>Merek: </p>
<hr />
<div>{{CharacterBox<br />
| Portrait=[[File:Merek.jpg|250px]]<br />
| FullName=Merek Black<br />
| Title=&#160; Knight<br />
| Race=Human<br />
| Ship=<br />
}}<br />
<br />
=<center>Background</center>=<br />
<br />
<center>Merek was with the Coruscanti Nobles. He's located upon Naboo Space, also as a civilian that travels to planets as a Knight of House Black. It would seem that his family is that of Merchants, as well as Military. His former titles are known as that Duke upon Coruscant in addition to being Knight too. He seems to also have an interest in tech as well as being quite a skilled pilot with ships. The Order took the assets of the House, so they moved to Tatooine and also, keep their titles. The assets move to Naboo as the Resistance wins the planet, while it works to rebuild. Merek takes up the name of the Duke also. The family works towards creating more House friends while upon the planet also.</center><br><br />
<br />
=<center>Relationships</center>=<br />
<br />
<center><br />
{| class="wikitable collapsible collapsed"<br />
|-<br />
!<br />
!<br />
|- style="vertical-align: top;"<br />
|-<br />
|[[Idan Jensa|Idan Jensa]] <br />
| The owner of the Union. A nice man that is often there to assist the merchants of the Union. Knows people.<br />
|-<br />
|[[Tylin Creel|Tylin Creel]] <br />
| I don't know a lot about the woman although she seems to be nice as well also. Corellian Rangers founder.<br />
|- <br />
|}<br />
</center><br />
<br><br />
<br />
=<center>Gallery</center>=<br />
<br />
<center>[[File:Frost.png|180px]][[File:Keywork.jpg|183px]][[File:Frost.png|180px]]</center><br />
<br />
[[Category:Civilians]] [[Category:Resistance]]</div>Merekhttp://www.swaoa-mush.com/index.php?title=Merek&diff=11916Merek2019-09-24T07:37:58Z<p>Merek: </p>
<hr />
<div>{{CharacterBox<br />
| Portrait=[[File:Merek.jpg|250px]]<br />
| FullName=Merek Black<br />
| Title=&#160; Knight<br />
| Race=Human<br />
| Ship=<br />
}}<br />
<br />
=<center>Background</center>=<br />
<br />
<center>Merek was with the Coruscanti Nobles. He's located upon Naboo's Space, also as a civilian that travels to planets as a Knight of House Black. It would seem that his family is that of Merchants, as well as Military. His former titles are known as that Duke upon Coruscant in addition to being Knight too. He seems to also have an interest in tech as well as being quite a skilled pilot with ships. The Order took the assets of the House, so they moved to Tatooine and also, keep their titles. The assets move to Naboo as the Resistance wins the planet, while it works to rebuild. Merek takes up the name of the Duke also. The family works towards creating more House friends while upon the planet also.</center><br><br />
<br />
=<center>Relationships</center>=<br />
<br />
<center><br />
{| class="wikitable collapsible collapsed"<br />
|-<br />
!<br />
!<br />
|- style="vertical-align: top;"<br />
|-<br />
|[[Idan Jensa|Idan Jensa]] <br />
| The owner of the Union. A nice man that is often there to assist the merchants of the Union. Knows people.<br />
|-<br />
|[[Tylin Creel|Tylin Creel]] <br />
| I don't know a lot about the woman although she seems to be nice as well also. Corellian Rangers founder.<br />
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Rain falls from the skies onto the landing pad, while a cargo container has been opened up. The authorities as well as medical personell have come and contacted any in the Resistance willing to come. Merek had said where he was going, but he didn't come back. Now it's clear why, as people move to a man on the pad which is missing every limb, with a slash across his entire stomach from front to coming out the back, which is cauterized.<br />
<br />
His beard is a bit bedraggled and his hair tousled, while he's barely conscious, eyes lidded staring into the sky. Miraculously, he's alive, though it could be because there's sign he was given just enough attention to keep him alive with the shipment. It's clear someone did all this purely in torture as well.<br />
<br />
On him, a note: Please take care to remember that the buying and selling of First Order weaponry on the black market is illegal and a punishable offense.<br />
<br />
Regards,<br />
<br />
Oran Arcantael, agent of the First Order.<br />
<br />
A woman wearing a grey nondescript jumpsuit of a trader stands in the doorway of a private shuttle. Hands balanced against the sides of the hatchway, she examines the group standing around the open cargo container knowing full well who and what it is. Face guarded, she walks over the rainstick wing and jumps down onto the tarmac. The rain falls hard enough to darken her blonde hair, turning it to dark bronze. <br />
<br />
The ID she flips from the small handheld holoprojector showing her picture, rank and authorization to pick the pilot up - Tallissan Lintra, Captain - Black Squadron. "I've come to take your...the...our package home." For pilot he is though now sadly reduced. After they have made space for her, she leans over the opened container. "You doing alright, Merek? I'm going to get you up to Dr. Cole as soon as I can."<br />
<br />
Merek doesn't have a lot to say, his lidded gaze looking to Tallie, while he inhales then sighs, "Oran... Skora..." He makes a face and those words are spoken with, well. Emotion, it is difficult to tell really. He is dressed at least about the waist and wearing his tattered tunic as well save the place he has that lightsaber hole in him also. The limbs look like they were surgically and slowly taken off him, cybernetics melding with what's still there.<br />
<br />
The Captain scans his wounds quickly before looking away, catching the gaze of a medic who stands out of Merek's sight. The medic shakes his head in a tight lipped frown which Tallie mirrors back to him. "Has he been given enough for pain?" She asks the assembled onlookers. "I want to get him on my shuttle as quickly as possible but there is no need for him to suffer as we take G's before transition." <br />
<br />
A sharp sigh leaves her before she hovers over the edge of the crate, "How did they know to send you here, Merek?"<br />
<br />
Merek looks over to Tallie, as if perplexed by the question, then he looks up in the direction of the fleet. Maybe he's staring into the sky, it is difficult to tell. That he's on Naboo and not Rori will probably say the Resistance. He then meets with Tallie's gaze along with his cybernetic one, "They knew before I joined I worked against them," he manages with that husky voice. Though probably only Command actually knew that in full. He's answering questions, but it could be because the medic lists a whole lot of medications he's on.<br />
<br />
"You're not making sense. If they sent you here they know you are Resistance," the Captain replies in a low, painstakingly neutral voice. "Have they scanned you or the crate for bugs or trackers? You now have placed yourself into a high risk category, Merek by exposing us this way. No matter your intention. I want you to be comfortable and receive the care you need to treat these..." She looks away not willing to let him see how much the state of his arms and legs upset her. "Those pure bastards..." The words are bitten off.<br />
<br />
"What I suggest is that you go into hospital here until high command makes a decision on bringing you back to base." Not once does she mention the location of the Resistance base. "I believe that I can't make that decision on my own."<br />
<br />
"Exposing? They know nothing more than they knew when they found me..." Merek looks at Tallie in complete perplexion at her words. Though the talk about scanning does get a nod, he's not going to say that isn't smart. He just looks back up while he sighs. He seems to be shifting away from the conversation though, wincing while he tries to move, with what isn't even there. It's not like he hasn't felt this before with each limb though, so it's not 'as' crazy to him than it usually would be.<br />
<br />
When she sees his incomprehension, Tallie retreats further into herself, reaching for patience she clears her throat and speaks in an even, low-pitched voice. "Any of us, any one of us going into territory that is under FO control puts each of us at risk. It's not difficult or complex to understand. But it's done. I will leave it up to the Major and the General to make their decisions regarding you. I'm sorry this happened to you. The people were cruel but it would be cruel to expose your fellow crew members, too. No matter your intention, Merek. We are all under heavy constraints. None of us enjoy not being able to see friends or family or taking a trip to trade."<br />
<br />
"It was a smuggler station," Merek tells Tallie that much, at least. "They're everywhere, nowhere is safe, not any of them, it's always Oran, always him, always... Always Oran, always him, why... Why is it always him," Merek seems to be shifting from legitimate conversation, while tears come from his face, rolling into his beard, "I'm sorry, it's all because of me, it always is, I apologize." He then is on like that for a while, looking utterly broken, like a dog that's been kicked until it submits as well.<br />
<br />
His pain touches her but revealing the location of their base and risking the lives of their comrades overrides her personal sentiments. Despite the tears, for an instant, Tallie's patience wears thin, "Ask yourself what it is that you are doing to bring this about? You cannot be an eternal victim!" With a deep sharp breath she closes her mouth unwilling to be short with someone so clearly in need. "Let me check on which hospital can receive you, Merek."<br />
<br />
A private ambulance provided by local authorities took him swiftly through the rain slicked streets, Tallie riding mostly in silence by his side. The graceful architecture of Naboo's green domes and native stone buildings occupy her, beautiful even under the low, gray skies. Merek's crate is put on a gurney and after the all the datapads are filled in and signed he is taken to a quiet room overlooking a garden.</div>Merekhttp://www.swaoa-mush.com/index.php?title=Log:Resistance:_Merek_Under_The_Rain&diff=11776Log:Resistance: Merek Under The Rain2019-08-24T23:50:42Z<p>Merek: </p>
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Rain falls from the skies onto the landing pad, while a cargo container has been opened up. The authorities as well as medical personell have come and contacted any in the Resistance willing to come. Merek had said where he was going, but he didn't come back. Now it's clear why, as people move to a man on the pad which is missing every limb, with a slash across his entire stomach from front to coming out the back, which is cauterized.<br />
<br />
His beard is a bit bedraggled and his hair tousled, while he's barely conscious, eyes lidded staring into the sky. Miraculously, he's alive, though it could be because there's sign he was given just enough attention to keep him alive with the shipment. It's clear someone did all this purely in torture as well.<br />
<br />
On him, a note: Please take care to remember that the buying and selling of First Order weaponry on the black market is illegal and a punishable offense.<br />
<br />
Regards,<br />
<br />
Oran Arcantael, agent of the First Order.<br />
<br />
A woman wearing a grey nondescript jumpsuit of a trader stands in the doorway of a private shuttle. Hands balanced against the sides of the hatchway, she examines the group standing around the open cargo container knowing full well who and what it is. Face guarded, she walks over the rainstick wing and jumps down onto the tarmac. The rain falls hard enough to darken her blonde hair, turning it to dark bronze. <br />
<br />
The ID she flips from the small handheld holoprojector showing her picture, rank and authorization to pick the pilot up - Tallissan Lintra, Captain - Black Squadron. "I've come to take your...the...our package home." For pilot he is though now sadly reduced. After they have made space for her, she leans over the opened container. "You doing alright, Merek? I'm going to get you up to Dr. Cole as soon as I can."<br />
<br />
Merek doesn't have a lot to say, his lidded gaze looking to Tallie, while he inhales then sighs, "Oran... Skora..." He makes a face and those words are spoken with, well. Emotion, it is difficult to tell really. He is dressed at least about the waist and wearing his tattered tunic as well save the place he has that lightsaber hole in him also. The limbs look like they were surgically and slowly taken off him, cybernetics melding with what's still there.<br />
<br />
The Captain scans his wounds quickly before looking away, catching the gaze of a medic who stands out of Merek's sight. The medic shakes his head in a tight lipped frown which Tallie mirrors back to him. "Has he been given enough for pain?" She asks the assembled onlookers. "I want to get him on my shuttle as quickly as possible but there is no need for him to suffer as we take G's before transition." <br />
<br />
A sharp sigh leaves her before she hovers over the edge of the crate, "How did they know to send you here, Merek?"<br />
<br />
Merek looks over to Tallie, as if perplexed by the question, then he looks up in the direction of the fleet. Maybe he's staring into the sky, it is difficult to tell. That he's on Naboo and not Rori will probably say the Resistance. He then meets with Tallie's gaze along with his cybernetic one, "They knew before I joined I worked against them," he manages with that husky voice. Though probably only Command actually knew that in full. He's answering questions, but it could be because the medic lists a whole lot of medications he's on.<br />
<br />
"You're not making sense. If they sent you here they know you are Resistance," the Captain replies in a low, painstakingly neutral voice. "Have they scanned you or the crate for bugs or trackers? You now have placed yourself into a high risk category, Merek by exposing us this way. No matter your intention. I want you to be comfortable and receive the care you need to treat these..." She looks away not willing to let him see how much the state of his arms and legs upset her. "Those pure bastards..." The words are bitten off.<br />
<br />
"What I suggest is that you go into hospital here until high command makes a decision on bringing you back to base." Not once does she mention the location of the Resistance base. "I believe that I can't make that decision on my own."<br />
<br />
"Exposing? They know nothing more than they knew when they found me..." Merek looks at Tallie in complete perplexion at her words. Though the talk about scanning does get a nod, he's not going to say that isn't smart. He just looks back up while he sighs. He seems to be shifting away from the conversation though, wincing while he tries to move, with what isn't even there. It's not like he hasn't felt this before with each limb though, so it's not 'as' crazy to him than it usually would be.<br />
<br />
When she sees his incomprehension, Tallie retreats further into herself, reaching for patience she clears her throat and speaks in an even, low-pitched voice. "Any of us, any one of us going into territory that is under FO control puts each of us at risk. It's not difficult or complex to understand. But it's done. I will leave it up to the Major and the General to make their decisions regarding you. I'm sorry this happened to you. The people were cruel but it would be cruel to expose your fellow crew members, too. No matter your intention, Merek. We are all under heavy constraints. None of us enjoy not being able to see friends or family or taking a trip to trade."<br />
<br />
"It was a smuggler station," Merek tells Tallie that much, at least. "They're everywhere, nowhere is safe, not any of them, it's always Oran, always him, always... Always Oran, always him, why... Why is it always him," Merek seems to be shifting from legitimate conversation, while tears come from his face, rolling into his beard, "I'm sorry, it's all because of me, it always is, I apologize." He then is on like that for a while, looking utterly broken, like a dog that's been kicked until it submits as well.<br />
<br />
His pain touches her but revealing the location of their base and risking the lives of their comrades overrides her personal sentiments. Despite the tears, for an instant, Tallie's patience wears thin, "Ask yourself what it is that you are doing to bring this about? You cannot be an eternal victim!" With a deep sharp breath she closes her mouth unwilling to be short with someone so clearly in need. "Let me check on which hospital can receive you, Merek."<br />
<br />
A private ambulance provided by local authorities took him swiftly through the rain slicked streets, Tallie riding mostly in silence by his side. The graceful architecture of Naboo's green domes and native stone buildings occupy her, beautiful even under the low, gray skies. Merek's crate is put on a gurney and after the all the datapads are filled in and signed he is taken to a quiet room overlooking a garden.</div>Merekhttp://www.swaoa-mush.com/index.php?title=The_Resistance&diff=11759The Resistance2019-08-20T04:49:20Z<p>Merek: </p>
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<div>''"...there's a splinter of the Republic military that...that feels the Republic isn't taking certain threats as seriously as they maybe ought to be taking them. Specifically the threat posed by the First Order."''<br><br />
- Poe Dameron<br />
<br />
{{image|http://i.imgur.com/awyJXTl.jpg|700px}}<br />
<br />
<br />
== From the Ashes of Rebellion ==<br />
<br />
The Resistance is a small private force created by Princess Leia Organa to keep watch on the movements of the First Order.<br/> Though she petitioned the New Republic government for support, she found the politics of the Senate too slow and too mired in self-interest to be of any help. The New Republic tolerateed the Resistance, though it was wary of risking war with the First Order, right up until the Hosnian Cataclysm.<br />
<br />
The upper levels of the Resistance consist primarily of veterans of the Galactic Civil War who have remained loyal to Princess Leia Organa. Many of the New Republic politicians who rebuilt the Senate thought the best way to preserve peace was to disband the galactic-scale military forces that had become the norm since the Clone Wars. This left many skilled veterans without commands. When Leia began organizing a Resistance to stand watch against the militarized rise of the First Order, these old rebels were ready for the fight.<br />
<br />
A secret detachment was been assigned to the Smuggler's moon known as Nar Shaddaa. Known as [[Kath Hounds|The Kath Hounds]] they were located in a hidden base known as Hound Base. <br />
<br />
Until the First Order found them. <br />
<br />
Operating out of the frigate <i>Renegade</i>, the Resistance kept up its hit and run opposition to the First Order across many months and systems, until the Liberation of Naboo, which allowed the creation of Beacon Outpost on the moon of Rori.<br />
<br/><br />
<br/><br />
<br />
==The Military==<br />
[[image:Resistance-x-wing.jpeg|center|210px]]<br />
<br />
An organized group, the Resistance has a designated rank system for members in both the Resistance army and navy.<br><br><br />
<br />
Militarily, the Resistance was forced to make do with outdated and aging equipment unlike the New Republic, and was so undermanned that most of its personnel were forced to do double duty as scanner technicians, droid programmers, starship mechanics and regular foot soldiers. <br><br><br />
<br />
Many of the youngest kids were used to fill out the ranks of the Starfighter Corps, and were recruited from local planetary defense forces. Spirited and idealistic, many of the pilots formed a close-knit bond, and were eager to bring the fight to the First Order. As a symbol in their struggle against the First Order, the Resistance adopted the starbird once used by the Rebel Alliance. The symbol adorns the helmets of Resistance starfighter pilots.<br><br><br />
Owing to its lessened pool of manpower, the Resistance placed a greater emphasis on treating the wounded and returning them to duty, and as a result finding medical equipment was a high priority. Resistance troopers commonly utilized the BlasTech EL-16HFE blaster rifle, and were ferried into combat on Resistance transports, which were heavily modified transports assembled from varying vessels from previous wars. Gian-211 patrol speeders and an army of droids helped keep the Resistance up and running, with many robotic workers given more responsibility and independence than elsewhere in the galaxy and seen as more than just droids, which was a continuation of the ideas of the Rebel Alliance. Many protocols of the Rebel Alliance also remained in use, with code K-one-zero signaling the evacuation of a base, which was most notably used during the Battle of Hoth.<br />
<br />
== The Best Starfighter Pilots in the Galaxy ==<br />
<br />
{{image|http://i.imgur.com/CN2rawQ.jpg|900px}}<br />
<br />
==Flight Ops/Naval Forces==<br />
With various assets and some of the best pilots in the galaxy on hand, no mission for them is too big or too small. Intercept, ground support or humanitarian supply, these folk can get the job done. And they do it very well.<br />
<br />
{| class="wikitable collapsible collapsed"<br />
|- style="text-align:center;"<br />
|-<br />
!Name<br />
!Rank<br />
!Position<br />
!Score<br />
!Image<br />
|-<br />
|[[Poe Dameron|Poe Dameron]]<br />
|Major<br />
|SFC: Black 1<br />
| <br />
| [[File:poe_profile.jpg|75px]]<br />
|-<br />
<br />
|-<br />
|[[Snap Wexley|Temmin "Snap" Wexley]]<br />
|Captain<br />
|SFC: Black 2<br />
| <br />
| {{Image|http://i.imgur.com/3xovTCE.jpg|75px}}<br />
|-<br />
<br />
|-<br />
|[[Jessika Pava|Jessika Pava]]<br />
|Captain<br />
|SFC: Black 3<br />
| <br />
| {{Image|http://i.imgur.com/TSNcIoc.png|75px}}<br />
|-<br />
<br />
<br />
|-<br />
|[[Karas Darkwing|Karas Darkwing]]<br />
|Captain<br />
|SFC: Black 4<br />
| <br />
| [[Image:TFF%2B2009%2BPortrait%2BStudio%2BDIRECTV%2BTribeca%2BPress%2B1PtxzWlM2psl.jpg|75px]]<br />
|-<br />
<br />
|-<br />
|[[Tallissan Lintra|Tallie Lintra]]<br />
|Captain<br />
|SFC: Black 5<br />
| <br />
| {{Image|https://i.imgur.com/6izhuRB.jpg|75px}}<br />
|-<br />
<br />
-<br />
|[[Ektor|Ektor-Xer Apollyon]]<br />
|Lieutenant<br />
|SFC: Black 6<br />
| Math is dumb<br />
| [[File:Ektor1.jpg|75px]]<br />
|-<br />
<br />
|-<br />
|[[Kare Kun]]<br />
|Lieutenant, Junior Grade<br />
|SFC: Black 7<br />
|<br />
|[[File:Kareprof.jpg|75px]]<br />
|-<br />
<br />
|-<br />
|[[Miri Sakir]]<br />
|Flight Officer<br />
|SFC: Black 8<br />
|<br />
|{{Image|https://i.imgur.com/3zrgj5i.png|75px}}<br />
|-<br />
|[[Callax Dalso]]<br />
|Flight Officer 2nd Class<br />
|SFC: Black 10<br />
|<br />
|<br />
|-<br />
<br />
|-<br />
|[[Fiora Diaz]]<br />
|Flight Officer 3rd Class<br />
|SFC: Black 9<br />
|<br />
|[[image:Fiora_Diaz.jpeg|75px]]<br />
|-<br />
<br />
|-<br />
|[[Nova Korell]]<br />
|Flight Officer 3rd Class<br />
|SFC: Black 11<br />
|<br />
|<br />
|-<br />
<br />
|-<br />
|[[Elrych Cometburn]]<br />
|Jedi<br />
|SFC: Black 12<br />
|<br />
|[[image:elrychjacket.jpg|75px]]<br />
|-<br />
<br />
|-<br />
|[[Zandra naMuriel]]<br />
|Jedi<br />
|SFC: Blue 2<br />
|<br />
|<br />
|-<br />
<br />
|-<br />
|[[Calevaro]]<br />
|Cadet<br />
|SFC: Red 7<br />
|<br />
|<br />
|-<br />
<br />
|-<br />
|[[Zonk]]<br />
|Cadet<br />
|SFC: Red 8<br />
|<br />
|<br />
|-<br />
<br />
|}<br />
<br />
==Army==<br />
Idle hands are the devil's workshop. <br />
<br />
When the Republic became too trusting of precariously bartered peace between itself and the Empire, and began dismantling the Army's special forces, the doers of the military's dirtier work became idle hands. With them, a malcontent Leia shaped the foundation of her own army. It's small. It's scrappy. It's command conferences might resemble the geriatric ward of a medbay, but dammit, they aren't ready to roll over and retire yet. The bulk of the boots are filled by a younger generation, one reared on stories and legends of the heroic times their parents and grandparents lived through. Fought through. Now they, too, are answering a General's call to arms. To Resist.<br />
<br />
Ground forces are composed of a variety of talents. Demolitions specialists, riflemen, scouts, undercover operatives, medical officers, social workers, machinists, technicians, culinary 'experts', and even janitorial staff. People from all walks of life can find a way to serve the cause and contribute to the daunting task of exposing the cryptic First Order for the evil that it is. As with the Starfighter Corps, Army operations have been executed on small scale, relying heavily on hit-and-run tactics to thwart FO aggression, raid FO supplies, perform recon, or embark on search-and-rescue ops. The two branches work closely together, rely heavily upon one another, and it's not unheard of for there to be overlap of personnel.<br />
<br />
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|- style="text-align:center;"<br />
|-<br />
!Name<br />
!Rank<br />
!Position<br />
!Killboard #<br />
!Image<br />
|-<br />
|[[Leia Organa|Leia Organa]]<br />
|General<br />
|Command<br />
|<br />
|<br />
|-<br />
|[[Ambrosia Greystorm|Ambrosia Greystorm]]<br />
|Brigadier General<br />
|Command<br />
|Classified<br />
| [[image:Amber5.jpg|75px]]<br />
|-<br />
|[[Sar Yavok]]<br />
|Lt. Colonel<br />
|Army<br />
|Too many to count<br />
| [[image:Sar_10.jpg|75px]]<br />
|-<br />
|[[Atridusk|Atridusk]]<br />
|Private<br />
|Army<br />
|People upon my list.<br />
|-<br />
|[[Greeson Rais]]<br />
|Private<br />
|Army<br />
|<br />
|<br />
|-<br />
|[[Merek]]<br />
|Private<br />
|Army<br />
|&#160; Kills: 3<br>Assist: 0<br />
| [[image:Merek.jpg|75px]]<br />
|-<br />
|}<br />
<br />
== Memorial ==<br />
<br />
Those that gave it all in sacrifice to the cause of the Resistance. They are remembered as heroes!<br />
<br />
{| class="wikitable collapsible collapsed"<br />
|- style="text-align:center;"<br />
|-<br />
!Name<br />
!Rank<br />
!Position<br />
!Killboard #<br />
!Image<br />
|-<br />
|[[Devii|Devii Keva]]<br />
|2nd Lieutenant <br />
|Army<br />
|More than you<br />
|[[image:devii3.jpg|100px]]<br />
|-<br />
|[[Jaya Kassis|Jaya Kassis]]<br />
|Master Chief<br />
|Army<br />
|Unknown<br />
||[[image:Jaya.jpeg|100px]]<br />
|-<br />
|[[Tess Ul'Datha]]<br />
|Master Sergeant<br />
|Army<br />
|If it bleeds, I can kill it.<br />
| [[image:Tess1.png|75px]]<br />
<br />
|-<br />
|}<br />
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== Logs ==<br />
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<div>{{CharacterBox<br />
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| FullName=Merek Black<br />
| Title=&#160; Knight<br />
| Race=Human<br />
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=<center>Background</center>=<br />
<br />
<center>Merek was with the Coruscanti Nobles. He's located upon Nar Shaddaa, also as a civilian that travels to planets as a Knight of House Black. It would seem that his family is that of Merchants, as well as Military. His former titles are known as that Duke upon Coruscant in addition to being Knight too. He seems to also have an interest in tech as well as being quite a skilled pilot with ships. The Order took the assets of the House, so they moved to Tatooine and also, keep their titles. The assets move to Naboo as the Resistance wins the planet, while it works to rebuild. Merek takes up the name of the Duke also. The family works towards creating more House friends while upon the planet also.</center><br><br />
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=<center>Relationships</center>=<br />
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|-<br />
!<br />
!<br />
|- style="vertical-align: top;"<br />
|-<br />
|[[Idan Jensa|Idan Jensa]] <br />
| The owner of the Union. A nice man that is often there to assist the merchants of the Union. Knows people.<br />
|-<br />
|[[Tylin Creel|Tylin Creel]] <br />
| I don't know a lot about the woman although she seems to be nice as well also. Corellian Rangers founder.<br />
|- <br />
|}<br />
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[[Category:Civilians]] [[Category:Resistance]]</div>Merekhttp://www.swaoa-mush.com/index.php?title=Log:Resistance:_Working_Hard&diff=11749Log:Resistance: Working Hard2019-08-18T05:54:11Z<p>Merek: Created page with "<!-- Fill this in with information about your log --> {{LogBox | LogTitle=The Resistance: Working hard | Location=Orbit around Dellalt | Participants=Callax Dalso, C..."</p>
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| Location=[[Orbit around Dellalt]]<br />
| Participants=[[Callax Dalso]], [[Calevaro]], [[Ektor Apollyon]], [[Elrych Cometburn]], [[Poe Dameron]], [[Lofty]], [[Tallisan Lintra]], [[Nova Korell]], [[Merek]]<br />
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The heavy ore hauler *Raxus Minor*, a BFF-1 class transport, has lifted off from Mining Camp Ju-och and begun its ponderous ascent through the atmosphere of Dellalt. An unaligned second, smaller freighter (the Nestt-class *Spider Monkey*) has chosen to lift off at the same time, taking advantage of safety in numbers.<br />
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The Resistance pilots and their pirate allies are in a variety of largely unremarkable civilian craft, in the upper atmosphere of the large ocean world. A Preybird, Longprobe, and pair of light attack fighters are loosely grouped together, with comm chatter generally teasing the Y-wing pilot for being slow. <<Hey, my brains got nothing to do with- oh, you meant the engines. Shut up, anyway,>> Ektor states, to snickers and laughter.<br />
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As the pale atmosphere of Dellalt begins to thin, giving way to the black void of space, the little convoy climbs steadily higher, so far without any sensor contacts<br />
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Lofty is lifting off in escort after a day of uneventful metal detecting on the beach, searching for Xim the Despot's buried treasure. He only found a few gold teeth. His old third-hand GAT-12j fighter rattles in the atmosphere as its maneuvering fins deploy vertically; like an old F-15, this ship has served decades in obscure planetary militias before being sold to Lofty in a semi-legal straw purchase. After some shoring up of the structural integrity it is back to serving convoy duty. His R2 droid is manning the sensor station. Four aftermarket cup holders are filled with four different fizzy sugary beverages.<br />
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They climb out of the atmosphere in the wake of the Nestt, flight logged in with control, another of the unremarkable takeoffs following the heavy ore lifter. The T-6 Shuttle's wing crescent moon wings are horizontal as they make the climb. Strapped into her pilot's seat Tallie's face is set in a frown as she manipulates the controls when they go into free fall. The wings cycle into a vertical position giving them the look of a bird turned on edge. <br />
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"Flight check, Nova, for turret positions. Don't put a missile in the tube yet. Scan would see that. Fiver! You are on active scanning, mark now."<br />
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Ektor's voice can be heard on the coms, "We are keeping comm silence for the moment except for ground control. But listen to Ektor!" Ektor's voice lightens the frown on her face and she settles behind the controls with a little more ease. "Looking good so far."<br />
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The Ocilu arrived a bit later than the other ships for this operation. This is due to the fact that its pilot had to get familiarized with the ship's layout and controls before launching. Now the civilian ship is alongside the others. "Sorry for being late," Calevaro says on the comms, his stomach lurching as he thinks about the mission a head, hopping that what happened last time won't happen again. He keeps the Ocilu evenly leveled with the other ships, making sure the ship has enough room to maneuver or to respond to any unplanned situation.<br />
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In the gunnery station of the /Starbird/, Nova Korell quietly runs through the checklist for the remote quad laser turret. "Traverse... elevation... check. Targeting computer... check. Power regulator controls... check. So far, so good, Sunshine," she says, glancing over and smiling faintly at the other blonde. She's dressed casually in tan work pants and jacket over a black tee, with calf-length field boots. "Jammer, how are you back there at the engineering station?"<br />
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The reply through the intercom is raspy and harsh, the Binary equivalent of 'Eh, somebody's gotta do it.' Nova chuckles, and looks again to Tallie. "He's good. Now we just wait and see if anybody decides to bother our friends."<br />
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Largely unremarkable. Largely. But then there's Callax, who is...well. Callax. Seated behind the pilot's station on board the sleek, angry blastboat /Inevitable/, the ship's slate gray plating does nothing to make it stick out any less.<br />
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"All right, ladies and gentlemen," Callax calls out over the headset comms of the three others at their stations on the flight deck, his soft contralto a purr in every ear. "Let's look alive today - this is our debut, and I'd very much love it if we would make a good impression." Truly, he sounds more like a fussy mother at the first day of school than a steely-eyed combat ace, but that's how it is. Right now, they have everything to prove.<br />
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"Aye," says a lean, grim human man sitting at the engineering station in a plain gray flightsuit; this is Killian, who looks almost as bored at his station as Callax is stern. And of course, he's no engineer - Fang is aft, in the guts of the ship, handling that - he's just here to pull weapon duty in an emergency. Merek's at the weapons station to handle the ship's double turret.<br />
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"Aye, Witchy," says a handsome Bothan woman, her hair pulled back from her furred face in a severe, professional bun; she too wears a gray jumpsuit, where Callax wears full pilot's kit. This is Page. "We're on it."<br />
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The apellation makes Callax wince internally, but he manages a smile. "Keep an eye on the scopes, Mister Merek," he says instead of respoding to his Bothan co-pilot. "Let's see who rolls in."<br />
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White Wormhole Elrych breaches the clouds roaring towards the atmosphere in his new Kimogila fighter, his droid secured in the socket and chirping at him. "Yeah she slow but she got room ebough for a huyt so I ant complaining. His music plays on low through the ships internal soeakers he likely installed himself. Ge jeeps his wits about him though, trusting a combination of scanners and the force.<br />
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Merek has put on his smuggling equipment which is adjusted about him, his goggles placed upon also and a few flightsuit materials on it also. He nods a bit when Callax speaks, while he takes a moment to check on the scanners also.<br />
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The freighters are still deep within the planet's gravity well when sharp eyes or ship's sensors show the bulbous silhouette of the Ton-Falk escort carrier *Indrexu's Shield* streaking out of hyperspace directly ahead of the convoy, promptly belching a dozen bizarre fightercraft into space, within weapons range of the small freighter convoy. The *Raxus Minor* transmits, <<Really wish I was wrong, this time- Need five minutes to clear the gravity well.>><br />
Of the fightercraft which promptly open heavy fire on the convoy, one pirate (Ek-shiik) describes them as <<Backwards TIEs?>> and the description is apt: a single hexagonal solar panel in the classic TIE style, but flanked by a pair of eyeball modules, one of which supports an oversized cannon.<br />
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Lofty's droid chirps from the scanning station behind him. "I never seen those ships before," the massive Talz says over the civilian comm. The R2 begins to angle the deflector shield as Lofty fires up the missiles and the triple ion cannon. "Locking on carrier." Missiles are quite expensive so he secretly hopes the Resistance will reimburse him.<br />
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Fiver begins to whistle like a tea kettle on the fire once they have begun to go weightless. "Put it on holoprojectors, stat, Fiver."<br />
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Puzzled Tallie leans as far as her harness will let her as they still climb looking for position on the incoming that can be seen in the projection.<br />
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"Goddess of the Infinite Universe! Nova, look what they released!" After that exclamation, Tallie buttons down into fighter mode, eyes narrowed on the current positions. "Alright. We are acquiring missile lock on the escort carrier. Line us up, Fiver."<br />
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"Well, I do hope we all leave the stage alive," Calevaro replies over the comms to Callax. "But yes, A good performance for us all!" He says cheerfully.. He blinks as his sensors detect the arrival of their targets, quickly scanning the unusual fighters. He sighs, deciding to keep his comments to himself for the time being, quickly starting to manipulate the ship's controls. The cockpit shifts around him, the tactical display now being in front of him. He scans it for a moment before he starts to type locking coordinates for the ship's missile launcher, the now familiar solution beeps being almost sooting. His target is the Carrier. Almost as an after thought, he shifts the cockpit's controls and screens around his chair once more, making sure that yes, his lasers are ready just in case they are needed.<br />
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"Wow... what kind of screwball engineer thought /that/ was a good idea?" Nova has to ask Tallie, looking at the profile on her sensor monitor. "On the plus side, they should be easy to take out. They put that side shield in the worst possible place!" She swings the turret as the ships come flying their way, picking one at random and opening fire!<br />
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The result is spectacular: The bizarro TIE bursts into a million glowing fragments with the first quad-burst! "Woo! First blood for the Starbird Sisters!" Nova crows, leaning over to hug Tallie enthusiastically.<br />
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It's been a while since Callax has had to command a crew - but here it is, the old bath of blood, warm and welcome and waiting for him. "Damn it all," he mutters to himself, punching the ship ahead at intercept velocity. "Page, target Three and fire missiles. Mister Merek, clean up what she hits. Fang! Prepare yourselves, those drone fighters are back again!"<br />
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In the back, Fang elicits a loud and irritable whoop - he's going to have a lot of work ahead of him, he knows it.<br />
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"All right, darling," Callax mutters to himself, eyeing the targeting scope as he brings the ship into a suitable combat approach, "Payback's a bitch." And so is he, as it happens, for /Inevitable/ spits fury in two different directions; revolving about the engine trunk its wing assembly spews a coil of bright, crackling ion bolts, a third stream emerging from the nose - and, fired by keen-eyed Bothan, a concussion missile streaks from one of the launcher apertures over the nose cannon and slams into one of the hourglass fighters just as Callax's torrent of ionized death strips clean the shields of another. Now, its Merek's turn.<br />
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White Wormhole El feels the Force tingle and lets it flow through him. His senses heighen and so does his reaction tim. "Eggsy... put on the fast mix." He rolls the slower craft and brings the targeting computer up tonget a lock on the carrier.<br />
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Merek shifts one of the targeting systems upon the weird TIE which has no shields at the moment, then he begins to place his fingers on the triggers to fire laser cannons at it, which then shimmer along space until they strike the target which spins to a ball of flame. <<X3 is scratched,>> he says on the comlink also. He then spins up weapons on the turrets again to charge for another also.<br />
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Merek shifts one of the targeting systems upon the weird TIE which has no shields at the moment, then he begins to place his fingers on the triggers to fire laser cannons at it, which then shimmer along space until they strike the target which spins to a ball of flame. <<X3 is scratched,>> he says on the comlink also. He then spins up weapons on the turrets again to charge for another also.<br />
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The loud beeping coming from the cockpit signifies to Poe that he's clear of the atmosphere and bringing up the tailend of the convoy. Normally, under any other circumstance, the Ghost would not have been on sensors, but Poe was flying under the assumption there would be trouble. Reaching up to kill the beeping noise in the control cabin, Poe finally settles into a smooth tempo with the ship. Bright gold engines glow bright as all weapon hardpoints come online.<br />
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It's not long after, the engagement begins. Of the squadron that got by most of the heavily gunned ships, Poe singles out one and fires! Miss! He just laughs as the slow turning Ghost spirals. "We'll get at him in a second, quit being so impatient BB-8." The droid, who had been completely silent this entire time, just slowly turns his head to look at the pilot. "What?" Poe asks, laughing again.<br />
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<<Eh drek, these Hutt-suckers again?>> Ektor gripes, banking his recon bomber onto an intercept course for the charging Bizarro drones. Advising the other Tionese as he does so, <<Keep em off the freighters, but if one of these rekkers takes a shot at you, go full evasive. A hit from those will wreck you, yeah? Come on, lets get some->> the Tionese fighters dive onto the attack, with the lead HLAF and the Preybird combining fire to destroy one of the oncoming fightercraft. A harsh female voice howls, <<You like it rough, yeah?>> triumphantly.<br />
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Eerily, the TIEs do not diverge from their initial chosen targets, regardless of incoming fire: the largest freighters are targeted in the opening pass, and the allied joy is short lived: the *Raxus Minor* takes a hit, and it?s stout shields waver, the smaller Nestt is less fortunate, and is annihilated by a mere three shots, exploding so swiftly, that not even escape pods had a chance to launch. The trio of TIEs which had destroyed the *Spider Monkey* vector to seek new targets.<br />
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Lofty takes a stiff drink of FizzyGlug and, after securely putting the can back in his cockpit's cupholder, grips the flight yoke of the skipray blastboat. The last of the thin stratosphere of Dellalt bleeds away. A beep is heard over the cockpit when missile tone is achieved; he hits the firing stud with a black claw. Unfortunately the missile fires and the lock fails. Maybe the concussion missiles themselves had been stored improperly, leading to their electronic circuits degrading? Auction lots are not famous for their temperature control or maintenance. The missile veers off into space where it will hopefully explode. "These TIEs real disciplined. Is they droids?" His R2 unit picks up the scanning, but Lofty abandons his hunt for the carrier, instead turning to engage fighters harassing their escortee.<br />
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Barely out of the atmosphere missiles are released on their deadly course, laser fire is bright against the black of space. Fiver beeps and whistles as they wait to release the missiles from the T-6. Tallie, though out of the familiar cockpit of her X-Wing, is in that state of intense concentration - the Zone, as she calls it to herself and drops right out of it when Nova turns to hug her. <br />
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"Hey! Whoa! Good hit. I want those missiles to bingo on the Escort, girl,"she exclaims with a startled grin.<br />
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Moving into position, of course, has them on the Escort's scanner as well as the attention of one of the bizarre TIEs.<br />
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Alarms sound. "Target lock on us," is hardly announced before the ship is buffeted as though in a heavy wind. The rainbow of dying shields flare around them. "Fiver you are on repair," Tallie yells. "You good, Nova?"<br />
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Target lock acquired keens from their board, missiles are released and they lumber into position to fire lasers.<br />
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Calevaro blinks as his sensors confirm to him that yes, one of the nests was just destroyed in a second. He simply shakes his head in a mix of amusement and dread, the analytical part of his mind trying to think how much damage the Ocilu would take before the worst were to happen. He shakes his head again, trying to push these thoughts away, his focus on the targeting solution and on his mission. He turns back to the firing controls, pressing the trigger to fire the missiles. The Ocilu's missile tub does its job perfectly, a missiles is fired towards the Carrier, a grin appearing on his face when the sensors indicate the explosion and the hit were successful. He manipulates the navigation controls, keeping the ship steady.<br />
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"A little dinged, but still here," Nova replies, wincing and tugging her lap belt a little tighter. "Wow, those things really hurt! Shields are down to 60 percent!"<br />
She swivels the turret aft to pick up that marauder, but misses narrowly. "Frell... he's still back there! So's his friend!"<br />
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Guided along by Callax's skilled hands, /Inevitable/ executes a slow, scything arc through space, spewing revolving spirals of electricity downrange at X2. The droid fighter manages to counter-revolve and escape further harm, but Callax is ready to continue pouring on the punishment.<br />
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"Missile away," Page says from the copilot's station, golden eyes fixed upon the scope - she is as calm as a mountain lake, and her calm is what allows her to squeeze off another warhead at exactly the right moment. Hissing through space, the missile strikes home, the explosion stripping away shields and hull armor alike as the drone fighter tries its best to keep on mission. Inexorable meets /Inevitable/. Battle for philosopers, that.<br />
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"Excellent," Callax calls brightly from his station. "Good job, everyone, now let's step it up and let's keep that bulk hauler intact!"<br />
White Wormhole el lets the vaporous purple haze of a proton torpedo loose from the maw of the white wormholes launch. He flies past the carrier as it hits, looking to his screens. <<"Shields holding... moving in on the fighters...">><br />
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Merek moves with the targeting system to charge it and also fire on another of the TIEs as well. The cannons blast clean into that hull while it spirals to flame into space. He then nods a bit, "Next target," he says, while he's charging that weapon also.<br />
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The Ghost manages to avoid being hit by the overpowered laser cannon, the massive streak glaring past a portion of Poe's view port. When the Ghost manages to level out again, Poe has to ease the throttle forward to get a bit more speed before his cannons can reach maximum effective range and fire. When there, both heavy double laser cannons fire, shattering the shields. The Tie flies in one direction, and the Ghost breaks for another.<br />
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Ektor winces at the swift death of the *Spider Monkey*, guiding his wishbone toward the array of hostile fighters which are tearing through the once-formidable shields of the surviving bulk freighter, and already carving into its hull. <<Drek, Janissars I'd better not hit them bastards before you all, yeah?>> Muttered agreements answer him as the quartet roar after the enemy drones, cannons blazing.<br />
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Though the looming escort carrier's shields have weathered the salvos of missiles without untoward difficulty, shortly after deploying a small object from its aft hangar chute, *Indrexu's Shield* micro jumps ten thousand kilometers away, to the very edge of even capital ship sensor range.<br />
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The old blast boat under Lofty's command is turning from the carrier to engage TIE fighter X1, but something catches one of his four eyes. "Droid, scan what that ship drop," he warbles through his snoot at the mechanical sensor operator. His ship makes an attack run on X1, firing the three Mendarn Arms Dar-2 ion cannons several times. SWOP SWOP SWOP. But the ion cannon fire hits nothing. His droid comes back with a sensor report and Lofty says over the comm, "Watch out, that ship drop assault mines before it jump."<br />
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The little droid manages to bring the shields up to sixty percent. "Keep working on them. Come on, Fiver," Tallie says distractedly. "What did that Escort drop out the aft? Did anyone get a fix on that?" Targeting systems on the shuttle finally get a target on the TIE that has been dogging them. Squeezing the targeting throttle the lasers blow the TIEs shields away leaving it wide open for Nova.<br />
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"Get'em, Nova, just get'em"<br />
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"The carrier has left, I'm changing my focus to the fighters," Calevaro announces over the group's com channel. Thats when the Ocilu is spotted by one of the Bizarro fighters. The smaller crafts accelerate towards the Ocilu, the pilot trying to come close to the larger freighter. It doesn't work. The Ocilu starts to bank right and when the fighter tries to do the same, Calevaro reverses the ship's course. The ship moves back to its original position, then manoeuvres again in quick succession. his opponent spin quickly, the pilot of the fighter probably disoriented for a moment. in a circle. Too quickly, in fact. While the fighter is recovering, the Ocilu breaks away, flying to a safer distance, for now, far from the fighter's heavy cannon. Despite the situation and the fact that he is outgunned, Calevaro decides to charge the enemy fighter. The Ocilu's engines rumble loudly as it accelerates. It gets as close to the drone as possible, before its single laser cannon fires. This is the sort of strategy that should never have worked in the first place. The fact that it does is impressive. The pilot didn't fully recover from the spin yet and wasn't able to react in time to avoid the laser shots, one of which hits a critical component within his fighter. First there are sparks and small explosions, then the ship simply breaks, pieces start to come of of its hull before there is a larger explosion. "I can't believe that worked," Calevaro says over the comms, smiling widely under his helmet.<br />
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Back in the engineering bay, Jammer rasps something irritable at the galaxy at large and pops his SCOMP link, interfacing with the computer control on the main reactor. He adjusts and reroutes power around a couple damaged linkages, boosting deflector screens to full strength again.<br />
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"Awesome, Jammer! I'm on that little backstabber, Tals," Nova says from her station, swiveling the guns forward to track X10. She anticipates its next jink and opens fire... and is surprised when the TIE Freak-job swerves /right into her fire/ and obligingly explodes! "Woo! Only one after us now!"<br />
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She looks back to the sensors. <Snowball, did I copy you correctly? /Assault mines/? Suggest we clear those out before /Raxus/ runs into them.><br />
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Finally, /Inevitable's/ electric tirade ionizes X2, leaving the droid fighter floating in space - and once more, Page's nerves of steel sees another warhead driving home into another of the machines. "That settles it, Page," Callax says with a sigh. "You've somehow managed to get even worse than before. Just awful. I mean."<br />
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"Mmmhmm," the Bothan woman replies with pursed lips. "The worst. You'll have to fire me soon, no doubt."<br />
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"Once the stars burn out and you've killed everyone else in the galaxy," Callax mutters. "Suns below." Then, louder, he calls, "Merek! Finish off her victim. Let's turn around and see if we can help clean up the rest."<br />
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White Wormhole Elrych falls into a dogfight with one of the droid TIEs chasing it around the battlefield. He takes a shot but it goes wide.<br />
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Merek looks to the targeting system, then he begins to focus upon the aiming. He shifts so that he can shoot where the TIE will be, with the cannons shifting into space to blast another of the ships to spiraling into space. He then offers a wink to Page. Well, as best as you can with your goggles on. "Nice," he says, then he's thinking about it while he speaks to his comlink, <<Another, X6 is scratched also.>> he says as well.<br />
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The Ghost twists past the wreckage of one TIE and opens fire on another directly ahead. The cannons, silent in the void of space, rattle the ship when they discharge. Poe chuckles, glancing at BB-8. "That guy should've stayed home." The Ghost throttles back, moving toward the remaining smaller threats to mop them up. <<"See if we can pull all callsigns away from their care package. Otherwise, Dellalt is going to get a firework show on the surface.">><br />
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<<Bringing in the big guns,>> the lead HLAF says with an audible smile, taking out the drone that had been damaged by the Longprobe in the last pass. Ektor answers dryly, <<Zap, we all know your guns ain't that big.>> After being answered with laughed profanity, Xer adds, <<I meant the bird, obviously. Light cannons, yeah?>> The second HLAF hits the last drone (X7), but its shields hold. The solitary TIE fires a turbolaser blast that only narrowly misses destroying the heavily damaged *Raxus Minor*. The bulk freighter cuts its engines, stopping its flight toward the nearest edge of Dellalt's gravity well at Lofty's broadcast, actually lurching slowly into reverse as the last leaving of the Ton-Falk carrier scatters into a spread of magnetic mines.<br />
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Lofty's blastboat keeps a distance from the magnetic mines, breaking off as X1 is destroyed and turning his sights slowly on X7. He fires and his triple ion hits it, nearly busting its shield. "We may need calculate new course, freighter," he warbles over the comms.<br />
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"Hold on to your hat, Nova. We have a little jigging to do. X1 is flying with impunity. Let's see if we can fix that. First, me. Then, you. Share and share alike." Tallie squeezes the button on the lasers after the targeting boxes line up nicely. "Its reading my mind." Simultaneous shots are traded with little damage taken by the Starbird sisters or the X1.<br />
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Seeing that there is only one fighter remaining, Calevaro moves the Ocilu to help the others who are engaging it. He lines the ship behind the busy fighter and presses the fire button. The Ocilu's laser cannon fires, the fighter lighting up. It is almost beautiful to see for the single moment that the display lasts. Soon comes the explosion of the ship and the scattering of its parts. "Should we try and destroy the mines?" Calevaro asks over the comms after the fighter disappears from his sensors.<br />
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"But I forgot my hat..." Nova protests quite seriously, blinking in confusion. "Wait... Tallie! We're heading for the mines! Pull off!"<br />
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Nova swings the guns to the fore again and opens fire, desperately peppering space with scarlet annihilation! Moments later, the mine that suddenly got the shuttle's scent explodes into space dust, less than a klick from the shuttle. "Whew! Close... seat of the pants isn't close enough for that one! Sunshine, are your briefs scorched? I think mine are!"<br />
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"All right," says Callax, drawing round as the mines are strung across the path of the wounded freighter, "Let me snag that ionized droid and chuck it into the minefield."<br />
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As the ship moves through space, and the ship begins to shudder with the power surging into the tractor emitter, Page blinks at the pretty man. "...why?"<br />
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"Because, darling," Callax says with a shrug. "It will be funny. And effective, I imagine." Looking to the tractor's targeting display, Callax tries to turn the beam of gravitons toward the silent fighter - but he overshoots it just a bit, causing the beam to sweep just clear.<br />
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"Oh, you're right," Page muses as she fires the /Inevitable/'s ion cannons, missing a tiny mine, "It's funny all right."<br />
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"Fine," Callax mutters, then calls to Merek. "Start clearing the field, Mister Merek!"<br />
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White Wormhole Elrych's face falls flat as the drone he was chasing gets taken out. "The one time I don't got to worry about killing anyone and..." Though his danger sense tingles and he brings the fighter to a stop just out of range of the mine web. <<"Going for a missle lock on the mines.">><br />
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Merek nods a bit while he lifts both hands upon the targeting system, then he lines up with following upon the mines. There's a shift and when he presses the triggers for cannons they fire into a mine. "Alright," he says while he speaks on comlink, <<Scratch a mine,>> he adds.<br />
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The Ghost's tractor beam comes to life just as the ship slows near the ionized TIE. Within a few moments of orienting the craft to rest along the magnetic exterior cargo strip, effectively locking it down. The golden engines come back to life and Poe angles the Ghost away from the mines. <<"This is Ghost. I've got a sample I'm taking home. I'll see you back at camp.">> After a moment, the Ghost zips from view in a bright flash of engine contrails.<br />
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With the last of the live drones put down, the damaged *Raxus Minor* broadcasts its thanks, and ponderously sets in another course around the mines which the various ships are taking various levels of caution in clearing. Some are cautiously approaching at low speeds and laying down meticulous fields of fire, others are employing missile locks to be on the safe side, and others..<br />
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<<Hey. I bet I can get closer to one than you without triggering it, yeah?>> It takes all types, but in due time the localized menace is clear, and the last surviving civilian freighter streaks into hyperspace.<br />
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Lofty has his R2 unit calculate the next hyperspace jump, staying well clear of any mines. He doesn't care to engage them and get chased to the edge of the sector. Once things are calculated, the old blastboat zips into hyperspace. "See you there!"<br />
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"Is that why you are always trying to take them off, Moonbeam?" Tallie says, face turned away while she bites the inside of her cheek. Clearing her throat she double checks their path for mines. <br />
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"Alright, it looks like housecleaning is done. Personally, I'd like to know where that escort went." Frowning slightly, she begins the turnaround that will take them back into orbit. "Let's go get the Stormcrow. Thanks for running with me, Nova."</div>Merekhttp://www.swaoa-mush.com/index.php?title=Log:The_Resistance:_Working_Hard&diff=11748Log:The Resistance: Working Hard2019-08-18T05:53:58Z<p>Merek: Blanked the page</p>
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| Location=[[Orbit around Dellalt]]<br />
| Participants=[[Callax Dalso]], [[Calevaro]], [[Ektor Apollyon]], [[Elrych Cometburn]], [[Poe Dameron]], [[Lofty]], [[Tallisan Lintra]], [[Nova Korell]], [[Merek]]<br />
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The heavy ore hauler *Raxus Minor*, a BFF-1 class transport, has lifted off from Mining Camp Ju-och and begun its ponderous ascent through the atmosphere of Dellalt. An unaligned second, smaller freighter (the Nestt-class *Spider Monkey*) has chosen to lift off at the same time, taking advantage of safety in numbers.<br />
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The Resistance pilots and their pirate allies are in a variety of largely unremarkable civilian craft, in the upper atmosphere of the large ocean world. A Preybird, Longprobe, and pair of light attack fighters are loosely grouped together, with comm chatter generally teasing the Y-wing pilot for being slow. <<Hey, my brains got nothing to do with- oh, you meant the engines. Shut up, anyway,>> Ektor states, to snickers and laughter.<br />
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As the pale atmosphere of Dellalt begins to thin, giving way to the black void of space, the little convoy climbs steadily higher, so far without any sensor contacts<br />
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Lofty is lifting off in escort after a day of uneventful metal detecting on the beach, searching for Xim the Despot's buried treasure. He only found a few gold teeth. His old third-hand GAT-12j fighter rattles in the atmosphere as its maneuvering fins deploy vertically; like an old F-15, this ship has served decades in obscure planetary militias before being sold to Lofty in a semi-legal straw purchase. After some shoring up of the structural integrity it is back to serving convoy duty. His R2 droid is manning the sensor station. Four aftermarket cup holders are filled with four different fizzy sugary beverages.<br />
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They climb out of the atmosphere in the wake of the Nestt, flight logged in with control, another of the unremarkable takeoffs following the heavy ore lifter. The T-6 Shuttle's wing crescent moon wings are horizontal as they make the climb. Strapped into her pilot's seat Tallie's face is set in a frown as she manipulates the controls when they go into free fall. The wings cycle into a vertical position giving them the look of a bird turned on edge. <br />
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"Flight check, Nova, for turret positions. Don't put a missile in the tube yet. Scan would see that. Fiver! You are on active scanning, mark now."<br />
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Ektor's voice can be heard on the coms, "We are keeping comm silence for the moment except for ground control. But listen to Ektor!" Ektor's voice lightens the frown on her face and she settles behind the controls with a little more ease. "Looking good so far."<br />
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The Ocilu arrived a bit later than the other ships for this operation. This is due to the fact that its pilot had to get familiarized with the ship's layout and controls before launching. Now the civilian ship is alongside the others. "Sorry for being late," Calevaro says on the comms, his stomach lurching as he thinks about the mission a head, hopping that what happened last time won't happen again. He keeps the Ocilu evenly leveled with the other ships, making sure the ship has enough room to maneuver or to respond to any unplanned situation.<br />
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In the gunnery station of the /Starbird/, Nova Korell quietly runs through the checklist for the remote quad laser turret. "Traverse... elevation... check. Targeting computer... check. Power regulator controls... check. So far, so good, Sunshine," she says, glancing over and smiling faintly at the other blonde. She's dressed casually in tan work pants and jacket over a black tee, with calf-length field boots. "Jammer, how are you back there at the engineering station?"<br />
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The reply through the intercom is raspy and harsh, the Binary equivalent of 'Eh, somebody's gotta do it.' Nova chuckles, and looks again to Tallie. "He's good. Now we just wait and see if anybody decides to bother our friends."<br />
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Largely unremarkable. Largely. But then there's Callax, who is...well. Callax. Seated behind the pilot's station on board the sleek, angry blastboat /Inevitable/, the ship's slate gray plating does nothing to make it stick out any less.<br />
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"All right, ladies and gentlemen," Callax calls out over the headset comms of the three others at their stations on the flight deck, his soft contralto a purr in every ear. "Let's look alive today - this is our debut, and I'd very much love it if we would make a good impression." Truly, he sounds more like a fussy mother at the first day of school than a steely-eyed combat ace, but that's how it is. Right now, they have everything to prove.<br />
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"Aye," says a lean, grim human man sitting at the engineering station in a plain gray flightsuit; this is Killian, who looks almost as bored at his station as Callax is stern. And of course, he's no engineer - Fang is aft, in the guts of the ship, handling that - he's just here to pull weapon duty in an emergency. Merek's at the weapons station to handle the ship's double turret.<br />
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"Aye, Witchy," says a handsome Bothan woman, her hair pulled back from her furred face in a severe, professional bun; she too wears a gray jumpsuit, where Callax wears full pilot's kit. This is Page. "We're on it."<br />
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The apellation makes Callax wince internally, but he manages a smile. "Keep an eye on the scopes, Mister Merek," he says instead of respoding to his Bothan co-pilot. "Let's see who rolls in."<br />
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White Wormhole Elrych breaches the clouds roaring towards the atmosphere in his new Kimogila fighter, his droid secured in the socket and chirping at him. "Yeah she slow but she got room ebough for a huyt so I ant complaining. His music plays on low through the ships internal soeakers he likely installed himself. Ge jeeps his wits about him though, trusting a combination of scanners and the force.<br />
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Merek has put on his smuggling equipment which is adjusted about him, his goggles placed upon also and a few flightsuit materials on it also. He nods a bit when Callax speaks, while he takes a moment to check on the scanners also.<br />
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The freighters are still deep within the planet's gravity well when sharp eyes or ship's sensors show the bulbous silhouette of the Ton-Falk escort carrier *Indrexu's Shield* streaking out of hyperspace directly ahead of the convoy, promptly belching a dozen bizarre fightercraft into space, within weapons range of the small freighter convoy. The *Raxus Minor* transmits, <<Really wish I was wrong, this time- Need five minutes to clear the gravity well.>><br />
Of the fightercraft which promptly open heavy fire on the convoy, one pirate (Ek-shiik) describes them as <<Backwards TIEs?>> and the description is apt: a single hexagonal solar panel in the classic TIE style, but flanked by a pair of eyeball modules, one of which supports an oversized cannon.<br />
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Lofty's droid chirps from the scanning station behind him. "I never seen those ships before," the massive Talz says over the civilian comm. The R2 begins to angle the deflector shield as Lofty fires up the missiles and the triple ion cannon. "Locking on carrier." Missiles are quite expensive so he secretly hopes the Resistance will reimburse him.<br />
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Fiver begins to whistle like a tea kettle on the fire once they have begun to go weightless. "Put it on holoprojectors, stat, Fiver."<br />
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Puzzled Tallie leans as far as her harness will let her as they still climb looking for position on the incoming that can be seen in the projection.<br />
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"Goddess of the Infinite Universe! Nova, look what they released!" After that exclamation, Tallie buttons down into fighter mode, eyes narrowed on the current positions. "Alright. We are acquiring missile lock on the escort carrier. Line us up, Fiver."<br />
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"Well, I do hope we all leave the stage alive," Calevaro replies over the comms to Callax. "But yes, A good performance for us all!" He says cheerfully.. He blinks as his sensors detect the arrival of their targets, quickly scanning the unusual fighters. He sighs, deciding to keep his comments to himself for the time being, quickly starting to manipulate the ship's controls. The cockpit shifts around him, the tactical display now being in front of him. He scans it for a moment before he starts to type locking coordinates for the ship's missile launcher, the now familiar solution beeps being almost sooting. His target is the Carrier. Almost as an after thought, he shifts the cockpit's controls and screens around his chair once more, making sure that yes, his lasers are ready just in case they are needed.<br />
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"Wow... what kind of screwball engineer thought /that/ was a good idea?" Nova has to ask Tallie, looking at the profile on her sensor monitor. "On the plus side, they should be easy to take out. They put that side shield in the worst possible place!" She swings the turret as the ships come flying their way, picking one at random and opening fire!<br />
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The result is spectacular: The bizarro TIE bursts into a million glowing fragments with the first quad-burst! "Woo! First blood for the Starbird Sisters!" Nova crows, leaning over to hug Tallie enthusiastically.<br />
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It's been a while since Callax has had to command a crew - but here it is, the old bath of blood, warm and welcome and waiting for him. "Damn it all," he mutters to himself, punching the ship ahead at intercept velocity. "Page, target Three and fire missiles. Mister Merek, clean up what she hits. Fang! Prepare yourselves, those drone fighters are back again!"<br />
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In the back, Fang elicits a loud and irritable whoop - he's going to have a lot of work ahead of him, he knows it.<br />
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"All right, darling," Callax mutters to himself, eyeing the targeting scope as he brings the ship into a suitable combat approach, "Payback's a bitch." And so is he, as it happens, for /Inevitable/ spits fury in two different directions; revolving about the engine trunk its wing assembly spews a coil of bright, crackling ion bolts, a third stream emerging from the nose - and, fired by keen-eyed Bothan, a concussion missile streaks from one of the launcher apertures over the nose cannon and slams into one of the hourglass fighters just as Callax's torrent of ionized death strips clean the shields of another. Now, its Merek's turn.<br />
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White Wormhole El feels the Force tingle and lets it flow through him. His senses heighen and so does his reaction tim. "Eggsy... put on the fast mix." He rolls the slower craft and brings the targeting computer up tonget a lock on the carrier.<br />
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Merek shifts one of the targeting systems upon the weird TIE which has no shields at the moment, then he begins to place his fingers on the triggers to fire laser cannons at it, which then shimmer along space until they strike the target which spins to a ball of flame. <<X3 is scratched,>> he says on the comlink also. He then spins up weapons on the turrets again to charge for another also.<br />
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Merek shifts one of the targeting systems upon the weird TIE which has no shields at the moment, then he begins to place his fingers on the triggers to fire laser cannons at it, which then shimmer along space until they strike the target which spins to a ball of flame. <<X3 is scratched,>> he says on the comlink also. He then spins up weapons on the turrets again to charge for another also.<br />
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The loud beeping coming from the cockpit signifies to Poe that he's clear of the atmosphere and bringing up the tailend of the convoy. Normally, under any other circumstance, the Ghost would not have been on sensors, but Poe was flying under the assumption there would be trouble. Reaching up to kill the beeping noise in the control cabin, Poe finally settles into a smooth tempo with the ship. Bright gold engines glow bright as all weapon hardpoints come online.<br />
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It's not long after, the engagement begins. Of the squadron that got by most of the heavily gunned ships, Poe singles out one and fires! Miss! He just laughs as the slow turning Ghost spirals. "We'll get at him in a second, quit being so impatient BB-8." The droid, who had been completely silent this entire time, just slowly turns his head to look at the pilot. "What?" Poe asks, laughing again.<br />
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<<Eh drek, these Hutt-suckers again?>> Ektor gripes, banking his recon bomber onto an intercept course for the charging Bizarro drones. Advising the other Tionese as he does so, <<Keep em off the freighters, but if one of these rekkers takes a shot at you, go full evasive. A hit from those will wreck you, yeah? Come on, lets get some->> the Tionese fighters dive onto the attack, with the lead HLAF and the Preybird combining fire to destroy one of the oncoming fightercraft. A harsh female voice howls, <<You like it rough, yeah?>> triumphantly.<br />
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Eerily, the TIEs do not diverge from their initial chosen targets, regardless of incoming fire: the largest freighters are targeted in the opening pass, and the allied joy is short lived: the *Raxus Minor* takes a hit, and it?s stout shields waver, the smaller Nestt is less fortunate, and is annihilated by a mere three shots, exploding so swiftly, that not even escape pods had a chance to launch. The trio of TIEs which had destroyed the *Spider Monkey* vector to seek new targets.<br />
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Lofty takes a stiff drink of FizzyGlug and, after securely putting the can back in his cockpit's cupholder, grips the flight yoke of the skipray blastboat. The last of the thin stratosphere of Dellalt bleeds away. A beep is heard over the cockpit when missile tone is achieved; he hits the firing stud with a black claw. Unfortunately the missile fires and the lock fails. Maybe the concussion missiles themselves had been stored improperly, leading to their electronic circuits degrading? Auction lots are not famous for their temperature control or maintenance. The missile veers off into space where it will hopefully explode. "These TIEs real disciplined. Is they droids?" His R2 unit picks up the scanning, but Lofty abandons his hunt for the carrier, instead turning to engage fighters harassing their escortee.<br />
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Barely out of the atmosphere missiles are released on their deadly course, laser fire is bright against the black of space. Fiver beeps and whistles as they wait to release the missiles from the T-6. Tallie, though out of the familiar cockpit of her X-Wing, is in that state of intense concentration - the Zone, as she calls it to herself and drops right out of it when Nova turns to hug her. <br />
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"Hey! Whoa! Good hit. I want those missiles to bingo on the Escort, girl,"she exclaims with a startled grin.<br />
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Moving into position, of course, has them on the Escort's scanner as well as the attention of one of the bizarre TIEs.<br />
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Alarms sound. "Target lock on us," is hardly announced before the ship is buffeted as though in a heavy wind. The rainbow of dying shields flare around them. "Fiver you are on repair," Tallie yells. "You good, Nova?"<br />
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Target lock acquired keens from their board, missiles are released and they lumber into position to fire lasers.<br />
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Calevaro blinks as his sensors confirm to him that yes, one of the nests was just destroyed in a second. He simply shakes his head in a mix of amusement and dread, the analytical part of his mind trying to think how much damage the Ocilu would take before the worst were to happen. He shakes his head again, trying to push these thoughts away, his focus on the targeting solution and on his mission. He turns back to the firing controls, pressing the trigger to fire the missiles. The Ocilu's missile tub does its job perfectly, a missiles is fired towards the Carrier, a grin appearing on his face when the sensors indicate the explosion and the hit were successful. He manipulates the navigation controls, keeping the ship steady.<br />
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"A little dinged, but still here," Nova replies, wincing and tugging her lap belt a little tighter. "Wow, those things really hurt! Shields are down to 60 percent!"<br />
She swivels the turret aft to pick up that marauder, but misses narrowly. "Frell... he's still back there! So's his friend!"<br />
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Guided along by Callax's skilled hands, /Inevitable/ executes a slow, scything arc through space, spewing revolving spirals of electricity downrange at X2. The droid fighter manages to counter-revolve and escape further harm, but Callax is ready to continue pouring on the punishment.<br />
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"Missile away," Page says from the copilot's station, golden eyes fixed upon the scope - she is as calm as a mountain lake, and her calm is what allows her to squeeze off another warhead at exactly the right moment. Hissing through space, the missile strikes home, the explosion stripping away shields and hull armor alike as the drone fighter tries its best to keep on mission. Inexorable meets /Inevitable/. Battle for philosopers, that.<br />
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"Excellent," Callax calls brightly from his station. "Good job, everyone, now let's step it up and let's keep that bulk hauler intact!"<br />
White Wormhole el lets the vaporous purple haze of a proton torpedo loose from the maw of the white wormholes launch. He flies past the carrier as it hits, looking to his screens. <<"Shields holding... moving in on the fighters...">><br />
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Merek moves with the targeting system to charge it and also fire on another of the TIEs as well. The cannons blast clean into that hull while it spirals to flame into space. He then nods a bit, "Next target," he says, while he's charging that weapon also.<br />
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The Ghost manages to avoid being hit by the overpowered laser cannon, the massive streak glaring past a portion of Poe's view port. When the Ghost manages to level out again, Poe has to ease the throttle forward to get a bit more speed before his cannons can reach maximum effective range and fire. When there, both heavy double laser cannons fire, shattering the shields. The Tie flies in one direction, and the Ghost breaks for another.<br />
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Ektor winces at the swift death of the *Spider Monkey*, guiding his wishbone toward the array of hostile fighters which are tearing through the once-formidable shields of the surviving bulk freighter, and already carving into its hull. <<Drek, Janissars I'd better not hit them bastards before you all, yeah?>> Muttered agreements answer him as the quartet roar after the enemy drones, cannons blazing.<br />
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Though the looming escort carrier's shields have weathered the salvos of missiles without untoward difficulty, shortly after deploying a small object from its aft hangar chute, *Indrexu's Shield* micro jumps ten thousand kilometers away, to the very edge of even capital ship sensor range.<br />
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The old blast boat under Lofty's command is turning from the carrier to engage TIE fighter X1, but something catches one of his four eyes. "Droid, scan what that ship drop," he warbles through his snoot at the mechanical sensor operator. His ship makes an attack run on X1, firing the three Mendarn Arms Dar-2 ion cannons several times. SWOP SWOP SWOP. But the ion cannon fire hits nothing. His droid comes back with a sensor report and Lofty says over the comm, "Watch out, that ship drop assault mines before it jump."<br />
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The little droid manages to bring the shields up to sixty percent. "Keep working on them. Come on, Fiver," Tallie says distractedly. "What did that Escort drop out the aft? Did anyone get a fix on that?" Targeting systems on the shuttle finally get a target on the TIE that has been dogging them. Squeezing the targeting throttle the lasers blow the TIEs shields away leaving it wide open for Nova.<br />
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"Get'em, Nova, just get'em"<br />
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"The carrier has left, I'm changing my focus to the fighters," Calevaro announces over the group's com channel. Thats when the Ocilu is spotted by one of the Bizarro fighters. The smaller crafts accelerate towards the Ocilu, the pilot trying to come close to the larger freighter. It doesn't work. The Ocilu starts to bank right and when the fighter tries to do the same, Calevaro reverses the ship's course. The ship moves back to its original position, then manoeuvres again in quick succession. his opponent spin quickly, the pilot of the fighter probably disoriented for a moment. in a circle. Too quickly, in fact. While the fighter is recovering, the Ocilu breaks away, flying to a safer distance, for now, far from the fighter's heavy cannon. Despite the situation and the fact that he is outgunned, Calevaro decides to charge the enemy fighter. The Ocilu's engines rumble loudly as it accelerates. It gets as close to the drone as possible, before its single laser cannon fires. This is the sort of strategy that should never have worked in the first place. The fact that it does is impressive. The pilot didn't fully recover from the spin yet and wasn't able to react in time to avoid the laser shots, one of which hits a critical component within his fighter. First there are sparks and small explosions, then the ship simply breaks, pieces start to come of of its hull before there is a larger explosion. "I can't believe that worked," Calevaro says over the comms, smiling widely under his helmet.<br />
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Back in the engineering bay, Jammer rasps something irritable at the galaxy at large and pops his SCOMP link, interfacing with the computer control on the main reactor. He adjusts and reroutes power around a couple damaged linkages, boosting deflector screens to full strength again.<br />
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"Awesome, Jammer! I'm on that little backstabber, Tals," Nova says from her station, swiveling the guns forward to track X10. She anticipates its next jink and opens fire... and is surprised when the TIE Freak-job swerves /right into her fire/ and obligingly explodes! "Woo! Only one after us now!"<br />
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She looks back to the sensors. <Snowball, did I copy you correctly? /Assault mines/? Suggest we clear those out before /Raxus/ runs into them.><br />
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Finally, /Inevitable's/ electric tirade ionizes X2, leaving the droid fighter floating in space - and once more, Page's nerves of steel sees another warhead driving home into another of the machines. "That settles it, Page," Callax says with a sigh. "You've somehow managed to get even worse than before. Just awful. I mean."<br />
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"Mmmhmm," the Bothan woman replies with pursed lips. "The worst. You'll have to fire me soon, no doubt."<br />
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"Once the stars burn out and you've killed everyone else in the galaxy," Callax mutters. "Suns below." Then, louder, he calls, "Merek! Finish off her victim. Let's turn around and see if we can help clean up the rest."<br />
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White Wormhole Elrych falls into a dogfight with one of the droid TIEs chasing it around the battlefield. He takes a shot but it goes wide.<br />
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Merek looks to the targeting system, then he begins to focus upon the aiming. He shifts so that he can shoot where the TIE will be, with the cannons shifting into space to blast another of the ships to spiraling into space. He then offers a wink to Page. Well, as best as you can with your goggles on. "Nice," he says, then he's thinking about it while he speaks to his comlink, <<Another, X6 is scratched also.>> he says as well.<br />
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The Ghost twists past the wreckage of one TIE and opens fire on another directly ahead. The cannons, silent in the void of space, rattle the ship when they discharge. Poe chuckles, glancing at BB-8. "That guy should've stayed home." The Ghost throttles back, moving toward the remaining smaller threats to mop them up. <<"See if we can pull all callsigns away from their care package. Otherwise, Dellalt is going to get a firework show on the surface.">><br />
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<<Bringing in the big guns,>> the lead HLAF says with an audible smile, taking out the drone that had been damaged by the Longprobe in the last pass. Ektor answers dryly, <<Zap, we all know your guns ain't that big.>> After being answered with laughed profanity, Xer adds, <<I meant the bird, obviously. Light cannons, yeah?>> The second HLAF hits the last drone (X7), but its shields hold. The solitary TIE fires a turbolaser blast that only narrowly misses destroying the heavily damaged *Raxus Minor*. The bulk freighter cuts its engines, stopping its flight toward the nearest edge of Dellalt's gravity well at Lofty's broadcast, actually lurching slowly into reverse as the last leaving of the Ton-Falk carrier scatters into a spread of magnetic mines.<br />
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Lofty's blastboat keeps a distance from the magnetic mines, breaking off as X1 is destroyed and turning his sights slowly on X7. He fires and his triple ion hits it, nearly busting its shield. "We may need calculate new course, freighter," he warbles over the comms.<br />
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"Hold on to your hat, Nova. We have a little jigging to do. X1 is flying with impunity. Let's see if we can fix that. First, me. Then, you. Share and share alike." Tallie squeezes the button on the lasers after the targeting boxes line up nicely. "Its reading my mind." Simultaneous shots are traded with little damage taken by the Starbird sisters or the X1.<br />
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Seeing that there is only one fighter remaining, Calevaro moves the Ocilu to help the others who are engaging it. He lines the ship behind the busy fighter and presses the fire button. The Ocilu's laser cannon fires, the fighter lighting up. It is almost beautiful to see for the single moment that the display lasts. Soon comes the explosion of the ship and the scattering of its parts. "Should we try and destroy the mines?" Calevaro asks over the comms after the fighter disappears from his sensors.<br />
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"But I forgot my hat..." Nova protests quite seriously, blinking in confusion. "Wait... Tallie! We're heading for the mines! Pull off!"<br />
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Nova swings the guns to the fore again and opens fire, desperately peppering space with scarlet annihilation! Moments later, the mine that suddenly got the shuttle's scent explodes into space dust, less than a klick from the shuttle. "Whew! Close... seat of the pants isn't close enough for that one! Sunshine, are your briefs scorched? I think mine are!"<br />
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"All right," says Callax, drawing round as the mines are strung across the path of the wounded freighter, "Let me snag that ionized droid and chuck it into the minefield."<br />
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As the ship moves through space, and the ship begins to shudder with the power surging into the tractor emitter, Page blinks at the pretty man. "...why?"<br />
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"Because, darling," Callax says with a shrug. "It will be funny. And effective, I imagine." Looking to the tractor's targeting display, Callax tries to turn the beam of gravitons toward the silent fighter - but he overshoots it just a bit, causing the beam to sweep just clear.<br />
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"Oh, you're right," Page muses as she fires the /Inevitable/'s ion cannons, missing a tiny mine, "It's funny all right."<br />
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"Fine," Callax mutters, then calls to Merek. "Start clearing the field, Mister Merek!"<br />
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White Wormhole Elrych's face falls flat as the drone he was chasing gets taken out. "The one time I don't got to worry about killing anyone and..." Though his danger sense tingles and he brings the fighter to a stop just out of range of the mine web. <<"Going for a missle lock on the mines.">><br />
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Merek nods a bit while he lifts both hands upon the targeting system, then he lines up with following upon the mines. There's a shift and when he presses the triggers for cannons they fire into a mine. "Alright," he says while he speaks on comlink, <<Scratch a mine,>> he adds.<br />
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The Ghost's tractor beam comes to life just as the ship slows near the ionized TIE. Within a few moments of orienting the craft to rest along the magnetic exterior cargo strip, effectively locking it down. The golden engines come back to life and Poe angles the Ghost away from the mines. <<"This is Ghost. I've got a sample I'm taking home. I'll see you back at camp.">> After a moment, the Ghost zips from view in a bright flash of engine contrails.<br />
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With the last of the live drones put down, the damaged *Raxus Minor* broadcasts its thanks, and ponderously sets in another course around the mines which the various ships are taking various levels of caution in clearing. Some are cautiously approaching at low speeds and laying down meticulous fields of fire, others are employing missile locks to be on the safe side, and others..<br />
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<<Hey. I bet I can get closer to one than you without triggering it, yeah?>> It takes all types, but in due time the localized menace is clear, and the last surviving civilian freighter streaks into hyperspace.<br />
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Lofty has his R2 unit calculate the next hyperspace jump, staying well clear of any mines. He doesn't care to engage them and get chased to the edge of the sector. Once things are calculated, the old blastboat zips into hyperspace. "See you there!"<br />
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"Is that why you are always trying to take them off, Moonbeam?" Tallie says, face turned away while she bites the inside of her cheek. Clearing her throat she double checks their path for mines. <br />
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"Alright, it looks like housecleaning is done. Personally, I'd like to know where that escort went." Frowning slightly, she begins the turnaround that will take them back into orbit. "Let's go get the Stormcrow. Thanks for running with me, Nova."</div>Merekhttp://www.swaoa-mush.com/index.php?title=The_Resistance&diff=11689The Resistance2019-08-12T23:52:10Z<p>Merek: </p>
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<div>''"...there's a splinter of the Republic military that...that feels the Republic isn't taking certain threats as seriously as they maybe ought to be taking them. Specifically the threat posed by the First Order."''<br><br />
- Poe Dameron<br />
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== From the Ashes of Rebellion ==<br />
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The Resistance is a small private force created by Princess Leia Organa to keep watch on the movements of the First Order.<br/> Though she petitioned the New Republic government for support, she found the politics of the Senate too slow and too mired in self-interest to be of any help. The New Republic tolerateed the Resistance, though it was wary of risking war with the First Order, right up until the Hosnian Cataclysm.<br />
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The upper levels of the Resistance consist primarily of veterans of the Galactic Civil War who have remained loyal to Princess Leia Organa. Many of the New Republic politicians who rebuilt the Senate thought the best way to preserve peace was to disband the galactic-scale military forces that had become the norm since the Clone Wars. This left many skilled veterans without commands. When Leia began organizing a Resistance to stand watch against the militarized rise of the First Order, these old rebels were ready for the fight.<br />
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A secret detachment was been assigned to the Smuggler's moon known as Nar Shaddaa. Known as [[Kath Hounds|The Kath Hounds]] they were located in a hidden base known as Hound Base. <br />
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Until the First Order found them. <br />
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Operating out of the frigate <i>Renegade</i>, the Resistance kept up its hit and run opposition to the First Order across many months and systems, until the Liberation of Naboo, which allowed the creation of Beacon Outpost on the moon of Rori.<br />
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==The Military==<br />
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An organized group, the Resistance has a designated rank system for members in both the Resistance army and navy.<br><br><br />
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Militarily, the Resistance was forced to make do with outdated and aging equipment unlike the New Republic, and was so undermanned that most of its personnel were forced to do double duty as scanner technicians, droid programmers, starship mechanics and regular foot soldiers. <br><br><br />
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Many of the youngest kids were used to fill out the ranks of the Starfighter Corps, and were recruited from local planetary defense forces. Spirited and idealistic, many of the pilots formed a close-knit bond, and were eager to bring the fight to the First Order. As a symbol in their struggle against the First Order, the Resistance adopted the starbird once used by the Rebel Alliance. The symbol adorns the helmets of Resistance starfighter pilots.<br><br><br />
Owing to its lessened pool of manpower, the Resistance placed a greater emphasis on treating the wounded and returning them to duty, and as a result finding medical equipment was a high priority. Resistance troopers commonly utilized the BlasTech EL-16HFE blaster rifle, and were ferried into combat on Resistance transports, which were heavily modified transports assembled from varying vessels from previous wars. Gian-211 patrol speeders and an army of droids helped keep the Resistance up and running, with many robotic workers given more responsibility and independence than elsewhere in the galaxy and seen as more than just droids, which was a continuation of the ideas of the Rebel Alliance. Many protocols of the Rebel Alliance also remained in use, with code K-one-zero signaling the evacuation of a base, which was most notably used during the Battle of Hoth.<br />
<br />
== The Best Starfighter Pilots in the Galaxy ==<br />
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==Flight Ops/Naval Forces==<br />
With various assets and some of the best pilots in the galaxy on hand, no mission for them is too big or too small. Intercept, ground support or humanitarian supply, these folk can get the job done. And they do it very well.<br />
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|- style="text-align:center;"<br />
|-<br />
!Name<br />
!Rank<br />
!Position<br />
!Score<br />
!Image<br />
|-<br />
|[[Poe Dameron|Poe Dameron]]<br />
|Major<br />
|SFC: Black 1<br />
| <br />
| [[File:poe_profile.jpg|75px]]<br />
|-<br />
<br />
|-<br />
|[[Snap Wexley|Temmin "Snap" Wexley]]<br />
|Captain<br />
|SFC: Black 2<br />
| <br />
| {{Image|http://i.imgur.com/3xovTCE.jpg|75px}}<br />
|-<br />
<br />
|-<br />
|[[Jessika Pava|Jessika Pava]]<br />
|Captain<br />
|SFC: Black 3<br />
| <br />
| {{Image|http://i.imgur.com/TSNcIoc.png|75px}}<br />
|-<br />
<br />
<br />
|-<br />
|[[Karas Darkwing|Karas Darkwing]]<br />
|Captain<br />
|SFC: Black 4<br />
| <br />
| [[Image:TFF%2B2009%2BPortrait%2BStudio%2BDIRECTV%2BTribeca%2BPress%2B1PtxzWlM2psl.jpg|75px]]<br />
|-<br />
<br />
|-<br />
|[[Tallissan Lintra|Tallie Lintra]]<br />
|Captain<br />
|SFC: Black 5<br />
| <br />
| {{Image|https://i.imgur.com/6izhuRB.jpg|75px}}<br />
|-<br />
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|[[Ektor|Ektor-Xer Apollyon]]<br />
|Lieutenant<br />
|SFC: Black 6<br />
| Math is dumb<br />
| [[File:Ektor1.jpg|75px]]<br />
|-<br />
<br />
|-<br />
|[[Kare Kun]]<br />
|Lieutenant, Junior Grade<br />
|SFC: Black 7<br />
|<br />
|[[File:Kareprof.jpg|75px]]<br />
|-<br />
<br />
|-<br />
|[[Miri Sakir]]<br />
|Flight Officer<br />
|SFC: Black 8<br />
|<br />
|{{Image|https://i.imgur.com/3zrgj5i.png|75px}}<br />
|-<br />
|[[Callax Dalso]]<br />
|Flight Officer 2nd Class<br />
|SFC: Black 10<br />
|<br />
|<br />
|-<br />
<br />
|-<br />
|[[Fiora Diaz]]<br />
|Flight Officer 3rd Class<br />
|SFC: Black 9<br />
|<br />
|[[image:Fiora_Diaz.jpeg|75px]]<br />
|-<br />
<br />
|-<br />
|[[Nova Korell]]<br />
|Flight Officer 3rd Class<br />
|SFC: Black 11<br />
|<br />
|<br />
|-<br />
<br />
|-<br />
|[[Elrych Cometburn]]<br />
|Jedi<br />
|SFC: Black 12<br />
|<br />
|[[image:elrychjacket.jpg|75px]]<br />
|-<br />
<br />
|-<br />
|[[Zandra naMuriel]]<br />
|Jedi<br />
|SFC: Blue 2<br />
|<br />
|<br />
|-<br />
<br />
|-<br />
|[[Calevaro]]<br />
|Cadet<br />
|SFC: Red 7<br />
|<br />
|<br />
|-<br />
<br />
|-<br />
|[[Zonk]]<br />
|Cadet<br />
|SFC: Red 8<br />
|<br />
|<br />
|-<br />
<br />
|}<br />
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==Army==<br />
Idle hands are the devil's workshop. <br />
<br />
When the Republic became too trusting of precariously bartered peace between itself and the Empire, and began dismantling the Army's special forces, the doers of the military's dirtier work became idle hands. With them, a malcontent Leia shaped the foundation of her own army. It's small. It's scrappy. It's command conferences might resemble the geriatric ward of a medbay, but dammit, they aren't ready to roll over and retire yet. The bulk of the boots are filled by a younger generation, one reared on stories and legends of the heroic times their parents and grandparents lived through. Fought through. Now they, too, are answering a General's call to arms. To Resist.<br />
<br />
Ground forces are composed of a variety of talents. Demolitions specialists, riflemen, scouts, undercover operatives, medical officers, social workers, machinists, technicians, culinary 'experts', and even janitorial staff. People from all walks of life can find a way to serve the cause and contribute to the daunting task of exposing the cryptic First Order for the evil that it is. As with the Starfighter Corps, Army operations have been executed on small scale, relying heavily on hit-and-run tactics to thwart FO aggression, raid FO supplies, perform recon, or embark on search-and-rescue ops. The two branches work closely together, rely heavily upon one another, and it's not unheard of for there to be overlap of personnel.<br />
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!Name<br />
!Rank<br />
!Position<br />
!Killboard #<br />
!Image<br />
|-<br />
|[[Leia Organa|Leia Organa]]<br />
|General<br />
|Command<br />
|<br />
|<br />
|-<br />
|[[Ambrosia Greystorm|Ambrosia Greystorm]]<br />
|Brigadier General<br />
|Command<br />
|Classified<br />
| [[image:Amber5.jpg|75px]]<br />
|-<br />
|[[Sar Yavok]]<br />
|Lt. Colonel<br />
|Army<br />
|Too many to count<br />
| [[image:Sar_10.jpg|75px]]<br />
|-<br />
|[[Atridusk|Atridusk]]<br />
|Private<br />
|Army<br />
|People upon my list.<br />
|-<br />
|[[Greeson Rais]]<br />
|Private<br />
|Army<br />
|<br />
|<br />
|-<br />
|[[Merek]]<br />
|Private<br />
|Army<br />
|<br />
| [[image:Merek.jpg|75px]]<br />
|-<br />
|}<br />
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== Memorial ==<br />
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Those that gave it all in sacrifice to the cause of the Resistance. They are remembered as heroes!<br />
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!Rank<br />
!Position<br />
!Killboard #<br />
!Image<br />
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|[[Devii|Devii Keva]]<br />
|2nd Lieutenant <br />
|Army<br />
|More than you<br />
|[[image:devii3.jpg|100px]]<br />
|-<br />
|[[Jaya Kassis|Jaya Kassis]]<br />
|Master Chief<br />
|Army<br />
|Unknown<br />
||[[image:Jaya.jpeg|100px]]<br />
|-<br />
|[[Tess Ul'Datha]]<br />
|Master Sergeant<br />
|Army<br />
|If it bleeds, I can kill it.<br />
| [[image:Tess1.png|75px]]<br />
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[[Category:Organizations]]</div>Merekhttp://www.swaoa-mush.com/index.php?title=Log:Resistance:_Rori_Night&diff=11609Log:Resistance: Rori Night2019-08-08T03:22:58Z<p>Merek: </p>
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| Participants=[[Elrych Cometburn]], [[Tallissan Lintra]], [[Nova Korell]], [[Xenia]], [[Aryn Cole]], [[Greeson Rais]], [[Merek]], [[The Resistance]]<br />
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Rori. It's a swamp, not much else is useful to know about the place. Merek has taken his time to bring in his Interceptor, and informs folk about the general rumors. He makes sure that all of them have a link by datapad to his comlink. He had spoken to them all and brought his two speeders to take three others beside him each within them. In the night, people are coming to the shops to take from them, though no one seems to know who is doing it. Those that came were asked to stay together while they look into it. It is likely the next place to be looked into by the group will be a shop which sells computers as well as droids. The building is nice, about a house of five rooms worth of space. Everyone was asked to come as though customers as well.<br />
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While the Uniform Code of Military Justice has a few things to say about vigilantism, Nova prefers to listen to her own heart on such matters. Hence, she's approaching this shop as if she's just any customer. Clad in clean but used tan work attire, a shoulderbag bumping against her hip, she steps inside, pausing to take a look around the place.<br />
Computer /and/ droids: The blond soldier is in Geek Heaven. Pity she can only pretend to look the merchandise over. Her attention is reserved for the potential criminals that might be here any moment.<br />
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Assuming the role of customer, the noble Lady Aryn Cole strolls into the store wearing a stylish poncho like top with short pants whose leggings stop about mid-calf. For shoes, she wears small slip ons that come no higher than her small ankles. Aryn is distinct, with bright blonde hair and pale skin. She's pretty too! Her goal was to make it inside and start looking around at some of the products.<br />
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lrych Cometburn enters with Nova, "I'm seeing if I can find something to upgrade the Mynock's computer with. It's kind of slow... I mean not that I've been watching too much..." He clears his throat, "Oh hey look... and old 716 processor unit. Now that's something you don't see everyday."<br />
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It's novel, to say the least, and in some regards despite the danger they face fun to be out SHOPPING. Droids interest her and the rows of gleaming bodies, preternaturally quiet are eerie. Tallie walks down the row deeply interested in the specs of a secretary droid while keeping an eye out for unusual customers. Freshly pressed and washed after months of sitting in a drawer, Tallie wears cargo pants over a pair of shoes that she won't regret if she has to run through some mud, a jacket and tank top both black complete her, what she hopes, nondescript look. The jacket is just large enough to keep the blaster under wraps.<br />
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Hot on the heels of Nova is one Xenia Vala: post-Hosnian recruit from the Kanz sector. Her skills at the range are 'par', but her lifetime of skills on the street are what makes her a shoe-in here. She looks for all the world like another average jane, idly bopping to some song in her brain that makes her short head of inky curls go boppity-boop. For sure less refined in appearance than prettily noble Cole. <br />
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"Look at all this /stuff/" she waggles eager fingers just inches from a display case, but knows better than to leave a lasting mark. "This translator unit is almost pocket-sized!" So not quite petty thief candy, where she's from. But almost. She floats over to examine what Elrych has found, leaning in to cross those brown eyes in closeup admiration.<br />
<br />
There was one person who loved shopping and that was the distinctive human-but-not Greeson Rais except he was in the possibly-unenvial position of hiding out on a rooftop in the distance with a longblaster the size of a small child. He was lying prone, targeting computer turned off, watching the street below. How had he gotten up here? Well, for a giant, he moved like a spider-monkey. "You have a guest," he murmured into his comm, tracking the approach of a figure heading towards the front door. "Male, suit and... that jacket fell out of vogue two years ago, my good man!" The comm static couldn't hide the distaste in his tone. "Doesn't look armed but that jacket could be hiding anything in that atrocious inner lining."<br />
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The customer walks into the place, and up to the shopkeeper. "Hey, what do you have on sale today?" he asks, then he smiles. He has on a nice brown jacket which is on the suit he wears of that color also. Meanwhile all of them can hear, Greeson can see also, that a speeder which is a transport comes to the front of the shop, parking. No one steps from the speeder, meanwhile inside Tallie can hear a sound which is a lot like a whir, spinning up. One of the droids then is on the floor while it falls from the rack. "Greetings friend," it says.<br />
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<Copy, I can see him now,> Nova whispers into her collar mic. <That's a very unfortunate shade of brown, too.><br />
She nods to Elrych, looking over the selection. "I see an uprated central processor over there, and a high-speed bus. Could be that's what you need to speed things up again."<br />
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She pauses, frowning. "Hear that?" she asks Elrych, peeking out the front window. "A transport just drove up in front of the shop. I didn't see anyone get out..."<br />
<br />
She switches to her comlink. <Red, do you have eyes on a transport that just pulled up in front? If you can see it, does it have any markings?><br />
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She winces at the clatter of a droid falling to the floor, then... speaking? <We just had a droid activate in here; fell right onto the floor and started talking. Something's not right...><br />
<br />
Aryn arrives at the shop just when the transport does. Rather than go inside, she remains outside having just received a 'holo-call.' She steps off to one side and places her hand to her ear, as if she's listening to the holo but she's simply listening to the comm-traffic back and forth. She doesn't state that she's outside, but she's there, waiting just in case.<br />
<br />
Elrych cranes his neck a bit to look towards Nova is indicating. He's got his shades on so one can't really tell too much what he's looking at. He's got at least one eye on the guy who came in. Shaking his head he looks between Nova and Xenia, "Nah... I didn't hear anything." He reaches out with the force to see if maybe there's any kind of impending doom. For all he knows it's just a couple making out in there or someone doing their last bit of spice before hopping out to buy the hottest holo-converter. He narrows his brows, "Something is going to happen... All of us are being targeted." He whispers.<br />
<br />
Keeping tabs on the group spread throughout the shop, Tallie has stopped near a droid with an expensive price tag discreetly posted next to its powered down body. She can see her face reflected back in its silvery body; she doesn't see the surprise on her face or her mouth drop open when one of the droids powers up not two droids down. It ratchets into life with a clatter that makes her reach for the pistol under her jacket, the noise makes heads turn. Pressing the com bead, <Not right, downright bad. Look at it. Combat model or I pilot Kimogilas><br />
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Xenia arches a brow as the brown suit goes walking past, but remains loitering around 'her' little endcap near the front of the store. She really /is/ diggin that translator droid mounted in case. Also, she's got a decent eye on the door from here and a patch of instant-cover, if things turn messy. The idling speeder is suspicious, sure, and she mutters into her own link. <<Don' suppose there's some elderly patron in here, awaitin a pickup? Fancy as it is, don't imagine this store has valet...>> a glance darts past a 'QUIK' machine lubricant display - a garland of single-use packets - toward Elrych. <br />
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<<Anyone who pilfers these pockets is gonna be mighty disappointed.>> Even if she knows that's /not/ what he meant.<br />
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"See, brown-on-brown is a crime against fashion, and... hold." Ooooh. "Confirmed, transport speeder just parked out front, no one leaving, no identifying markings. That's the getaway vehicle or I'm Ektor's mum," was Greeson's posh-but-backwater accent over the comms as he racked the charging lever on his sniper rifle. His big noisy bright sniper rifle. Why couldn't dark lasers be a thing? It'd certainly help for all these rooftop assassinations he liked to do. He gazed closer, identifying the doors, the engine block, the repulsors, everything he needed to make a boom. "I didn't bring my vehicle killer but I can disable this thing, though I warn you, it'll be louder than Life Day fireworks and more noticeable than Ektor's habit of leaving crumbs in my bed!"<br />
<br />
From the back of the transport, the doors open up, five men step from it all in armor like they're with some elite team. None of them actually notice Greeson, while one of them moves to point his weapon at Aryn, "You," the masked voice says, "Tell us, are there more than just you here?" he asks. There's a swirl of a motion and he points to the shop which is where the team moves to as well.<br />
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Within, the customer speaks to the shopkeep, "We know what you're doing here," he then draws a blaster from the jacket then tries to shoot the owner. He doesn't manage to hit, then he turns to shoot at the others there, while a shot moves wild and strikes next to Nova into one of the droids. "On the floor now, or you're all about to be killed!" he exclaims. Then as he even says that, a few of the droids begin to activate, "Greetings friend, welcome to your new droid," while weapons begin to power on the droids, then they begin to fire into the other droids, as well as anyone that is standing.<br />
<br />
When the shouting starts, Nova has the presence of mind to hit the ground. She claws her stun baton out of her shoulderbag; it's not exactly the idea weapon, but in the close quarters of the shop it'll hurt fewer people, and the ionic component of the stun setting should be useful against droids. She rolls under a display table, trying to figure out which droids are on their side and which are the enemy.<br />
<br />
Aryn's first reaction was to touch her lightsaber that was below the concealing poncho she wore. Rather than go straight to violence, her second reaction was to rely on the Force. She did not detect malice from the people outside confronting her, but for safety, she engaged her personal deflector shield just in case. "Several of my friends are inside. You must help them. Get them out, quick!" She says, pointing!<br />
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Yeah, Elrych was totally going to be a hero. When the blaster sounded and he looks to see the smoking hole near Nova, the cocky Corellian smirked. Then turning towards the five entering, he doesn't duck at first. Instead he's about to reach out with the force and pull their guns away... He stops though, his smirk falling as he glances to the dorids now coming out and shooting. He drops to the ground and covers his head, reaching out to the force to help him evade and stray blaster fire. "WHO THE KRIF ARE THE BAD GUYS!?" It seemed very clear cut at first but now... now it was confusing him greatly.<br />
<br />
Tallie finds herself crouched under a table not far from Nova who she shares a quick look with; it carries an entire conversation. In which one of the salient questions is: what is going on? Shooting a pistol from a belly down position doesn't work for her so she duck walks to look down the aisle and quickly tucks herself back in under the table, unable to distinguish friend from enemy.<br />
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"Oh sh..." When the room suddenly lights up with the festivity of warfare, Xenia jerks back behind that precious Translator display she was oggling. <<I don-->> The splintering crash of shattering glass coupled with sizzling plop of melted bits forces her to dive for the floor and rethink her cover strategy. This ain't cool. A mop of black curls peeps up from the floor-level shelf and one wide eye stares through the skeletal forms of droid legs toward the table across the way where Tallie and Nova are hiding. <<The trainers! The training dummies. Droids. I /think/ those are-->> a too-close blast motivates her to roll over and flatten out. <<not our friends.>><br />
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"Contact, five hostiles out of the transport." TranspawhT. That weird accent again. Gree's voice was calm but his blood was up, so it lacked his natural fussiness. "They're bothering our little lady..." what a white knight! "Or not..." he trailed off as, despite hearing all sorts of chaos within the shop, he noticed through the scope there was something up with the way Aryn and the gang were acting. Well, not so much 'up' as Gree was expecting a fight or resistance and he was seeing compliance. The confusion was enough to make him crave a cup of tea, and though a small thermos of tea sat near him he didn't dare drink from it, for the need to pay total attention was paramount. There was enough chaos going on that Greeson's next words over the comms were, "Advise exfiltration, too many unknown factors, and keep yourself silent Earbuds," Elrych, "or I swear I shall be very cross with you!" They were, after all, in character.<br />
<br />
The shopkeep doesn't get hit by that shot from the customer, and as such he begins to take off to exit even as the five mercenaries come into the place, the one that was talking to Aryn just nodding before he does so. The shopkeep also takes a shot at the woman who is to him, in the way of his escape. The customer begins to follow chasing the man. As the five people open fire on the droids, two of them are taken to the floor, with only three of them to fire into the droids, managing to blast one of them. "Get out of this place, it's not safe!" the leader exclaims to what he sees as customers.<br />
<br />
The droids begin to shoot wildly all about, though most of the others don't get hit, Xenia finds herself in range of one's targetting system. Then it points a blaster weapon at her also, "Greetings friend!" And it shoots right into her, striking the woman. In summary, the mercs with the elite gear seem to be engaging the droids, the droids seem to be engaging everyone. The shopkeeper's also being chased by the customer, it is up to the team to decide what they would like to do also.<br />
<br />
<Best idea I've heard so far. Go for the training droids!> Nova coms to the squad. And that's about when one of the droids blasts the idea-haver, Xenia the tagalong.<br />
"Kid!" Nova exclaims, rather ironic considering the woman's probably older than she is. In her mind, she's already anticipating the worst: These droids seem to be using /lethal/ weapons, an override from their usual programming. After all, how do you learn if you're dead? But deeper down, The Sergeant just saw one of her people taken down by a treacherous enemy.<br />
And The Sergeant is quite beyond fury! With an ugly, gutteral howl, Nova dive-rolls from beneath the table, coming up under its chin with a smash of the sturdy stun baton. The droid stumbles back, crashing into its former display rack. The incensed soldier follows up with a jab straight to the vulnerable joint just above the collar of the machine's plastron, thumbing the stun setting on full power. The droid dances and jerks, sparks flying from its collar, and it collapses to the floor, smoking.<br />
The Sergeant (never mind that she's a Flight Officer 3C) whirls, snarling, looking for her next target, the baton sparking in her hand.<br />
<br />
Aryn steps out of the way only to get /in/ the way of the storekeeper who is fleeing. She stumbles to one side only to realize the storekeeper is running away from the customer who is holding a blaster! Aryn gently raises her hand and influences the Force to pluck the man up and toss him against the speeder HARD. It should not be enough to kill him, but he's not likely to run anymore! <<"I have one down outside..">><br />
<br />
Elrych watches as the blaster shot slams into Xenia, his eyes widening a bit as the violence unfolds. His hairs stand on his back as a blaster bolt strikes and sparks a bit away from him. "ENOUGH!" He yells, not having time to comment to Greeson about the earbuds and him being quiet. He reaches out with a closed fist towards the droid that shot at him and then flicks his middle finger, sending the droid through the wall violently, thunder clapping loudly as he does so. "Nova! Tend to Xenia!" He then stands, pushing had to his feet and running like a speed demon, "I'm on the Shop Keep!" He slams out of the door, looking to take in the scene out side. He notices Aryn take down the Customer, "No! The shopkeep!" He points towards the man he's running after, hot on his trail.<br />
<br />
"Well, drek that," Tallie exclaims with disgust as a shot whizzes by her. Leaning out with her blaster she makes two wild shots before falling back.<br />
<br />
The ominous 'click-clack' of droid feet over unfeeling tile goes unheard as it comes up on Xenia's six. Walking death, masked by the shrieking streaks of blasterfire. She hears it too late, but that moment she does feels frozen in time. 'Greetings Friend.' Expressive brown eyes, locked in a sideways almost-stare with the motion of her comrades across the aisle, are suddenly made wider still. All trace of snark fades from her Lorrdian features and the brown skin smoothes into a mask of stoic acceptance. <br />
<br />
Yup. This is it. <br />
<br />
The raising of palms in proclammation of innocence is but a reflex - useless and stupid against the point blank discharging of well-charged plasma. Red flash. Hot whiff of ozone. <br />
<br />
Those knuckles drop limply back to the shop floor, framing her frazzled splay of curls. Whenever Nova looks next down at her supine form, there'll be a glassy-eyed stare meeting her gaze. IS she alive? It's going to take a miracle to make it so. The smoldering crater carving through her central, descending aorta (midline of body) says as much.<br />
<br />
"Leg," was the quiet called shot from Greeson Rais, buildings away, before he took it. The EZ-Snap lacked a stun setting, which would have made this a lot easier. But that guy needed to be stopped and he needed to be stopped right now. The customer impacted into the speeder at the same time Greeson's rifle erupted. The sharp lance of light carved through the shopkeep's hip, as Greeson's training for center mass had been far too good and not even he could counter that, separating the man from his leg and causing him to go careening to the ground.<br />
<br />
There was a sickening crack.<br />
<br />
Having impacted face-first against a rock, the shopkeeper found his neck twisted into an unsurvivable position, so he clearly didn't. Greeson took a moment to assess the situation before he came out with, "...bastard! Relocating." With years of experience in dismantling in moving in a hurry, he split his rifle into its two component pieces and returned it to his bag, snagged his climbing rope, his tea thermos (which he chugged on liberally) and made for his escape route.<br />
<br />
The merceneries keep on shooting at the droids which shoot back as well, blaster fire sounds within the place, then the droids begin to power away from the weapons, while two of them begin to speak, "Initiating protocol 61, third party program found." It is then that they begin to spin up with the program, and it becomes pretty obvious to those there, "A self destruct! Get out of this place!" the mercenary leader exclaims, though he moves to pick up Xenia to assist with whichever of the others will, so they can bring her onto the street.<br />
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The customer is then picked up by the Force and meets the speeder while he is rolling onto his back, "Not me, get him!" he points to the shopkeep, when he sees the blaster strike his leg, then he looks like he's satisfied, although he sees that it looks like things didn't go too well for him. Before he's killed, he does call back to the others, "For Rori!", and the shopkeep is then in pieces, all over the whole of the street. Aryn manages to keep from being covered in it as well. It looks like he had a switch prepared also.<br />
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Aryn is following the more experienced Nova Korell when she says the place is about to blow! The moment they reach a safe distance, Aryn's attention goes to Xenia, where she draws upon her influence over the force to channel an unseen energy into the woman's body. It is a sustaining energy that keeps her from dying out right, but in order to properly save her life, Aryn will have to focus on stabilizing her if she's got any chance of walking away. It's the work of a miracle, but Aryn manages to save her only after exhausting the medical supplies she carries in her satchel.<br />
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Elrych skids to a stop as the blaster bolt strikes his prey, the man cracking his head against a rock and dieing. "Stang!" He says leaning over, hands on his knees, "For Kriff sakes!" He shakes his head. "Guys... I'd get the KRIFF out of there! He did some werid suicide bomber drek out here. Like, thumb on the button I'mma get 20,000 virgins in the afterlife drek!" He looks back towards the store, moving back towards Aryn as he awaits the explosion. "Xenia got shot real bad." He comments to her, "Help her if you can." He is sort of pleading. He places his hands in front of him and tried all his best to do that one thing he did that one time. THe shield, that saved those from the explosion on the ship that was trapped. Half of the blue wall forms, before his concentration breaks and he can't take it anymore. He falls to he rump, breathing heavily and sweating, unable to contain the explosion. Though the Doc is already on it all the Jedi Initiate can do is watch the place explode.<br />
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The message comes over coms for the group to get the drek out of Rori. Tallie is up and running crouched, dodging as much as the narrow aisle allows her. She bursts out the front door, behind her the store strobes with light as the timed bomb ignites. With a nearly controlled crash and roll she skids across the sidewalk. "Well, ouch."<br />
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There's an ignition, and it looks like a part of the shop is taken from within by the explosion. With all that being said, it doesn't extend beyond entrance to the place. The mercenaries look to the place the shopkeeper was, then looks over to the others that are coming from the shop also. The leader motions for his other friends to get into the transport, while he walks up into it also. He waves to the team, "You all, I trust you to not go to the police about this. Follow the trail," he then steps back into the speeder.<br />
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Aryn is managing to save Xenia, then it looks like a part of the shop has flames that are lightly shifting about. One of those people from earlier, one that was taken to the floor by the droid comes from the entrance covered in crimson, while he leans back, speaking to those that are there. "The pirates, you can't let them win, we followed all of them here, to their group on Naboo. They want to... The technology, they want to use it to create another revolution, one to destroy technology. Their slicer, I've not seen anyone like him," he says. Then, he's away, like that. There's a computer which survived part of the whole explosion, which is next to the team, for whichever one of them would like to pick it up also.</div>Merekhttp://www.swaoa-mush.com/index.php?title=Log:Resistance:_Rori_Night&diff=11608Log:Resistance: Rori Night2019-08-08T03:22:47Z<p>Merek: </p>
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Rori. It's a swamp, not much else is useful to know about the place. Merek has taken his time to bring in his Interceptor, and informs folk about the general rumors. He makes sure that all of them have a link by datapad to his comlink. He had spoken to them all and brought his two speeders to take three others beside him each within them. In the night, people are coming to the shops to take from them, though no one seems to know who is doing it. Those that came were asked to stay together while they look into it. It is likely the next place to be looked into by the group will be a shop which sells computers as well as droids. The building is nice, about a house of five rooms worth of space. Everyone was asked to come as though customers as well.<br />
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While the Uniform Code of Military Justice has a few things to say about vigilantism, Nova prefers to listen to her own heart on such matters. Hence, she's approaching this shop as if she's just any customer. Clad in clean but used tan work attire, a shoulderbag bumping against her hip, she steps inside, pausing to take a look around the place.<br />
Computer /and/ droids: The blond soldier is in Geek Heaven. Pity she can only pretend to look the merchandise over. Her attention is reserved for the potential criminals that might be here any moment.<br />
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Assuming the role of customer, the noble Lady Aryn Cole strolls into the store wearing a stylish poncho like top with short pants whose leggings stop about mid-calf. For shoes, she wears small slip ons that come no higher than her small ankles. Aryn is distinct, with bright blonde hair and pale skin. She's pretty too! Her goal was to make it inside and start looking around at some of the products.<br />
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lrych Cometburn enters with Nova, "I'm seeing if I can find something to upgrade the Mynock's computer with. It's kind of slow... I mean not that I've been watching too much..." He clears his throat, "Oh hey look... and old 716 processor unit. Now that's something you don't see everyday."<br />
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It's novel, to say the least, and in some regards despite the danger they face fun to be out SHOPPING. Droids interest her and the rows of gleaming bodies, preternaturally quiet are eerie. Tallie walks down the row deeply interested in the specs of a secretary droid while keeping an eye out for unusual customers. Freshly pressed and washed after months of sitting in a drawer, Tallie wears cargo pants over a pair of shoes that she won't regret if she has to run through some mud, a jacket and tank top both black complete her, what she hopes, nondescript look. The jacket is just large enough to keep the blaster under wraps.<br />
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Hot on the heels of Nova is one Xenia Vala: post-Hosnian recruit from the Kanz sector. Her skills at the range are 'par', but her lifetime of skills on the street are what makes her a shoe-in here. She looks for all the world like another average jane, idly bopping to some song in her brain that makes her short head of inky curls go boppity-boop. For sure less refined in appearance than prettily noble Cole. <br />
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"Look at all this /stuff/" she waggles eager fingers just inches from a display case, but knows better than to leave a lasting mark. "This translator unit is almost pocket-sized!" So not quite petty thief candy, where she's from. But almost. She floats over to examine what Elrych has found, leaning in to cross those brown eyes in closeup admiration.<br />
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There was one person who loved shopping and that was the distinctive human-but-not Greeson Rais except he was in the possibly-unenvial position of hiding out on a rooftop in the distance with a longblaster the size of a small child. He was lying prone, targeting computer turned off, watching the street below. How had he gotten up here? Well, for a giant, he moved like a spider-monkey. "You have a guest," he murmured into his comm, tracking the approach of a figure heading towards the front door. "Male, suit and... that jacket fell out of vogue two years ago, my good man!" The comm static couldn't hide the distaste in his tone. "Doesn't look armed but that jacket could be hiding anything in that atrocious inner lining."<br />
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The customer walks into the place, and up to the shopkeeper. "Hey, what do you have on sale today?" he asks, then he smiles. He has on a nice brown jacket which is on the suit he wears of that color also. Meanwhile all of them can hear, Greeson can see also, that a speeder which is a transport comes to the front of the shop, parking. No one steps from the speeder, meanwhile inside Tallie can hear a sound which is a lot like a whir, spinning up. One of the droids then is on the floor while it falls from the rack. "Greetings friend," it says.<br />
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<Copy, I can see him now,> Nova whispers into her collar mic. <That's a very unfortunate shade of brown, too.><br />
She nods to Elrych, looking over the selection. "I see an uprated central processor over there, and a high-speed bus. Could be that's what you need to speed things up again."<br />
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She pauses, frowning. "Hear that?" she asks Elrych, peeking out the front window. "A transport just drove up in front of the shop. I didn't see anyone get out..."<br />
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She switches to her comlink. <Red, do you have eyes on a transport that just pulled up in front? If you can see it, does it have any markings?><br />
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She winces at the clatter of a droid falling to the floor, then... speaking? <We just had a droid activate in here; fell right onto the floor and started talking. Something's not right...><br />
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Aryn arrives at the shop just when the transport does. Rather than go inside, she remains outside having just received a 'holo-call.' She steps off to one side and places her hand to her ear, as if she's listening to the holo but she's simply listening to the comm-traffic back and forth. She doesn't state that she's outside, but she's there, waiting just in case.<br />
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Elrych cranes his neck a bit to look towards Nova is indicating. He's got his shades on so one can't really tell too much what he's looking at. He's got at least one eye on the guy who came in. Shaking his head he looks between Nova and Xenia, "Nah... I didn't hear anything." He reaches out with the force to see if maybe there's any kind of impending doom. For all he knows it's just a couple making out in there or someone doing their last bit of spice before hopping out to buy the hottest holo-converter. He narrows his brows, "Something is going to happen... All of us are being targeted." He whispers.<br />
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Keeping tabs on the group spread throughout the shop, Tallie has stopped near a droid with an expensive price tag discreetly posted next to its powered down body. She can see her face reflected back in its silvery body; she doesn't see the surprise on her face or her mouth drop open when one of the droids powers up not two droids down. It ratchets into life with a clatter that makes her reach for the pistol under her jacket, the noise makes heads turn. Pressing the com bead, <Not right, downright bad. Look at it. Combat model or I pilot Kimogilas><br />
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Xenia arches a brow as the brown suit goes walking past, but remains loitering around 'her' little endcap near the front of the store. She really /is/ diggin that translator droid mounted in case. Also, she's got a decent eye on the door from here and a patch of instant-cover, if things turn messy. The idling speeder is suspicious, sure, and she mutters into her own link. <<Don' suppose there's some elderly patron in here, awaitin a pickup? Fancy as it is, don't imagine this store has valet...>> a glance darts past a 'QUIK' machine lubricant display - a garland of single-use packets - toward Elrych. <br />
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<<Anyone who pilfers these pockets is gonna be mighty disappointed.>> Even if she knows that's /not/ what he meant.<br />
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"See, brown-on-brown is a crime against fashion, and... hold." Ooooh. "Confirmed, transport speeder just parked out front, no one leaving, no identifying markings. That's the getaway vehicle or I'm Ektor's mum," was Greeson's posh-but-backwater accent over the comms as he racked the charging lever on his sniper rifle. His big noisy bright sniper rifle. Why couldn't dark lasers be a thing? It'd certainly help for all these rooftop assassinations he liked to do. He gazed closer, identifying the doors, the engine block, the repulsors, everything he needed to make a boom. "I didn't bring my vehicle killer but I can disable this thing, though I warn you, it'll be louder than Life Day fireworks and more noticeable than Ektor's habit of leaving crumbs in my bed!"<br />
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From the back of the transport, the doors open up, five men step from it all in armor like they're with some elite team. None of them actually notice Greeson, while one of them moves to point his weapon at Aryn, "You," the masked voice says, "Tell us, are there more than just you here?" he asks. There's a swirl of a motion and he points to the shop which is where the team moves to as well.<br />
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Within, the customer speaks to the shopkeep, "We know what you're doing here," he then draws a blaster from the jacket then tries to shoot the owner. He doesn't manage to hit, then he turns to shoot at the others there, while a shot moves wild and strikes next to Nova into one of the droids. "On the floor now, or you're all about to be killed!" he exclaims. Then as he even says that, a few of the droids begin to activate, "Greetings friend, welcome to your new droid," while weapons begin to power on the droids, then they begin to fire into the other droids, as well as anyone that is standing.<br />
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When the shouting starts, Nova has the presence of mind to hit the ground. She claws her stun baton out of her shoulderbag; it's not exactly the idea weapon, but in the close quarters of the shop it'll hurt fewer people, and the ionic component of the stun setting should be useful against droids. She rolls under a display table, trying to figure out which droids are on their side and which are the enemy.<br />
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Aryn's first reaction was to touch her lightsaber that was below the concealing poncho she wore. Rather than go straight to violence, her second reaction was to rely on the Force. She did not detect malice from the people outside confronting her, but for safety, she engaged her personal deflector shield just in case. "Several of my friends are inside. You must help them. Get them out, quick!" She says, pointing!<br />
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Yeah, Elrych was totally going to be a hero. When the blaster sounded and he looks to see the smoking hole near Nova, the cocky Corellian smirked. Then turning towards the five entering, he doesn't duck at first. Instead he's about to reach out with the force and pull their guns away... He stops though, his smirk falling as he glances to the dorids now coming out and shooting. He drops to the ground and covers his head, reaching out to the force to help him evade and stray blaster fire. "WHO THE KRIF ARE THE BAD GUYS!?" It seemed very clear cut at first but now... now it was confusing him greatly.<br />
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Tallie finds herself crouched under a table not far from Nova who she shares a quick look with; it carries an entire conversation. In which one of the salient questions is: what is going on? Shooting a pistol from a belly down position doesn't work for her so she duck walks to look down the aisle and quickly tucks herself back in under the table, unable to distinguish friend from enemy.<br />
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"Oh sh..." When the room suddenly lights up with the festivity of warfare, Xenia jerks back behind that precious Translator display she was oggling. <<I don-->> The splintering crash of shattering glass coupled with sizzling plop of melted bits forces her to dive for the floor and rethink her cover strategy. This ain't cool. A mop of black curls peeps up from the floor-level shelf and one wide eye stares through the skeletal forms of droid legs toward the table across the way where Tallie and Nova are hiding. <<The trainers! The training dummies. Droids. I /think/ those are-->> a too-close blast motivates her to roll over and flatten out. <<not our friends.>><br />
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"Contact, five hostiles out of the transport." TranspawhT. That weird accent again. Gree's voice was calm but his blood was up, so it lacked his natural fussiness. "They're bothering our little lady..." what a white knight! "Or not..." he trailed off as, despite hearing all sorts of chaos within the shop, he noticed through the scope there was something up with the way Aryn and the gang were acting. Well, not so much 'up' as Gree was expecting a fight or resistance and he was seeing compliance. The confusion was enough to make him crave a cup of tea, and though a small thermos of tea sat near him he didn't dare drink from it, for the need to pay total attention was paramount. There was enough chaos going on that Greeson's next words over the comms were, "Advise exfiltration, too many unknown factors, and keep yourself silent Earbuds," Elrych, "or I swear I shall be very cross with you!" They were, after all, in character.<br />
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The shopkeep doesn't get hit by that shot from the customer, and as such he begins to take off to exit even as the five mercenaries come into the place, the one that was talking to Aryn just nodding before he does so. The shopkeep also takes a shot at the woman who is to him, in the way of his escape. The customer begins to follow chasing the man. As the five people open fire on the droids, two of them are taken to the floor, with only three of them to fire into the droids, managing to blast one of them. "Get out of this place, it's not safe!" the leader exclaims to what he sees as customers.<br />
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The droids begin to shoot wildly all about, though most of the others don't get hit, Xenia finds herself in range of one's targetting system. Then it points a blaster weapon at her also, "Greetings friend!" And it shoots right into her, striking the woman. In summary, the mercs with the elite gear seem to be engaging the droids, the droids seem to be engaging everyone. The shopkeeper's also being chased by the customer, it is up to the team to decide what they would like to do also.<br />
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<Best idea I've heard so far. Go for the training droids!> Nova coms to the squad. And that's about when one of the droids blasts the idea-haver, Xenia the tagalong.<br />
"Kid!" Nova exclaims, rather ironic considering the woman's probably older than she is. In her mind, she's already anticipating the worst: These droids seem to be using /lethal/ weapons, an override from their usual programming. After all, how do you learn if you're dead? But deeper down, The Sergeant just saw one of her people taken down by a treacherous enemy.<br />
And The Sergeant is quite beyond fury! With an ugly, gutteral howl, Nova dive-rolls from beneath the table, coming up under its chin with a smash of the sturdy stun baton. The droid stumbles back, crashing into its former display rack. The incensed soldier follows up with a jab straight to the vulnerable joint just above the collar of the machine's plastron, thumbing the stun setting on full power. The droid dances and jerks, sparks flying from its collar, and it collapses to the floor, smoking.<br />
The Sergeant (never mind that she's a Flight Officer 3C) whirls, snarling, looking for her next target, the baton sparking in her hand.<br />
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Aryn steps out of the way only to get /in/ the way of the storekeeper who is fleeing. She stumbles to one side only to realize the storekeeper is running away from the customer who is holding a blaster! Aryn gently raises her hand and influences the Force to pluck the man up and toss him against the speeder HARD. It should not be enough to kill him, but he's not likely to run anymore! <<"I have one down outside..">><br />
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Elrych watches as the blaster shot slams into Xenia, his eyes widening a bit as the violence unfolds. His hairs stand on his back as a blaster bolt strikes and sparks a bit away from him. "ENOUGH!" He yells, not having time to comment to Greeson about the earbuds and him being quiet. He reaches out with a closed fist towards the droid that shot at him and then flicks his middle finger, sending the droid through the wall violently, thunder clapping loudly as he does so. "Nova! Tend to Xenia!" He then stands, pushing had to his feet and running like a speed demon, "I'm on the Shop Keep!" He slams out of the door, looking to take in the scene out side. He notices Aryn take down the Customer, "No! The shopkeep!" He points towards the man he's running after, hot on his trail.<br />
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"Well, drek that," Tallie exclaims with disgust as a shot whizzes by her. Leaning out with her blaster she makes two wild shots before falling back.<br />
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The ominous 'click-clack' of droid feet over unfeeling tile goes unheard as it comes up on Xenia's six. Walking death, masked by the shrieking streaks of blasterfire. She hears it too late, but that moment she does feels frozen in time. 'Greetings Friend.' Expressive brown eyes, locked in a sideways almost-stare with the motion of her comrades across the aisle, are suddenly made wider still. All trace of snark fades from her Lorrdian features and the brown skin smoothes into a mask of stoic acceptance. <br />
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Yup. This is it. <br />
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The raising of palms in proclammation of innocence is but a reflex - useless and stupid against the point blank discharging of well-charged plasma. Red flash. Hot whiff of ozone. <br />
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Those knuckles drop limply back to the shop floor, framing her frazzled splay of curls. Whenever Nova looks next down at her supine form, there'll be a glassy-eyed stare meeting her gaze. IS she alive? It's going to take a miracle to make it so. The smoldering crater carving through her central, descending aorta (midline of body) says as much.<br />
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"Leg," was the quiet called shot from Greeson Rais, buildings away, before he took it. The EZ-Snap lacked a stun setting, which would have made this a lot easier. But that guy needed to be stopped and he needed to be stopped right now. The customer impacted into the speeder at the same time Greeson's rifle erupted. The sharp lance of light carved through the shopkeep's hip, as Greeson's training for center mass had been far too good and not even he could counter that, separating the man from his leg and causing him to go careening to the ground.<br />
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There was a sickening crack.<br />
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Having impacted face-first against a rock, the shopkeeper found his neck twisted into an unsurvivable position, so he clearly didn't. Greeson took a moment to assess the situation before he came out with, "...bastard! Relocating." With years of experience in dismantling in moving in a hurry, he split his rifle into its two component pieces and returned it to his bag, snagged his climbing rope, his tea thermos (which he chugged on liberally) and made for his escape route.<br />
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The merceneries keep on shooting at the droids which shoot back as well, blaster fire sounds within the place, then the droids begin to power away from the weapons, while two of them begin to speak, "Initiating protocol 61, third party program found." It is then that they begin to spin up with the program, and it becomes pretty obvious to those there, "A self destruct! Get out of this place!" the mercenary leader exclaims, though he moves to pick up Xenia to assist with whichever of the others will, so they can bring her onto the street.<br />
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The customer is then picked up by the Force and meets the speeder while he is rolling onto his back, "Not me, get him!" he points to the shopkeep, when he sees the blaster strike his leg, then he looks like he's satisfied, although he sees that it looks like things didn't go too well for him. Before he's killed, he does call back to the others, "For Rori!", and the shopkeep is then in pieces, all over the whole of the street. Aryn manages to keep from being covered in it as well. It looks like he had a switch prepared also.<br />
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Aryn is following the more experienced Nova Korell when she says the place is about to blow! The moment they reach a safe distance, Aryn's attention goes to Xenia, where she draws upon her influence over the force to channel an unseen energy into the woman's body. It is a sustaining energy that keeps her from dying out right, but in order to properly save her life, Aryn will have to focus on stabilizing her if she's got any chance of walking away. It's the work of a miracle, but Aryn manages to save her only after exhausting the medical supplies she carries in her satchel.<br />
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Elrych skids to a stop as the blaster bolt strikes his prey, the man cracking his head against a rock and dieing. "Stang!" He says leaning over, hands on his knees, "For Kriff sakes!" He shakes his head. "Guys... I'd get the KRIFF out of there! He did some werid suicide bomber drek out here. Like, thumb on the button I'mma get 20,000 virgins in the afterlife drek!" He looks back towards the store, moving back towards Aryn as he awaits the explosion. "Xenia got shot real bad." He comments to her, "Help her if you can." He is sort of pleading. He places his hands in front of him and tried all his best to do that one thing he did that one time. THe shield, that saved those from the explosion on the ship that was trapped. Half of the blue wall forms, before his concentration breaks and he can't take it anymore. He falls to he rump, breathing heavily and sweating, unable to contain the explosion. Though the Doc is already on it all the Jedi Initiate can do is watch the place explode.<br />
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The message comes over coms for the group to get the drek out of Rori. Tallie is up and running crouched, dodging as much as the narrow aisle allows her. She bursts out the front door, behind her the store strobes with light as the timed bomb ignites. With a nearly controlled crash and roll she skids across the sidewalk. "Well, ouch."<br />
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There's an ignition, and it looks like a part of the shop is taken from within by the explosion. With all that being said, it doesn't extend beyond entrance to the place. The mercenaries look to the place the shopkeeper was, then looks over to the others that are coming from the shop also. The leader motions for his other friends to get into the transport, while he walks up into it also. He waves to the team, "You all, I trust you to not go to the police about this. Follow the trail," he then steps back into the speeder.<br />
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Aryn is managing to save Xenia, then it looks like a part of the shop has flames that are lightly shifting about. One of those people from earlier, one that was taken to the floor by the droid comes from the entrance covered in crimson, while he leans back, speaking to those that are there. "The pirates, you can't let them win, we followed all of them here, to their group on Naboo. They want to... The technology, they want to use it to create another revolution, one to destroy technology. Their slicer, I've not seen anyone like him," he says. Then, he's away, like that. There's a computer which survived part of the whole explosion, which is next to the team, for whichever one of them would like to pick it up also.</div>Merekhttp://www.swaoa-mush.com/index.php?title=Log:Resistance:_Rori_Night&diff=11607Log:Resistance: Rori Night2019-08-08T03:22:10Z<p>Merek: </p>
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Rori. It's a swamp, not much else is useful to know about the place. Merek has taken his time to bring in his Interceptor, and informs folk about the general rumors. He makes sure that all of them have a link by datapad to his comlink. He had spoken to them all and brought his two speeders to take three others beside him each within them. In the night, people are coming to the shops to take from them, though no one seems to know who is doing it. Those that came were asked to stay together while they look into it. It is likely the next place to be looked into by the group will be a shop which sells computers as well as droids. The building is nice, about a house of five rooms worth of space. Everyone was asked to come as though customers as well.<br />
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While the Uniform Code of Military Justice has a few things to say about vigilantism, Nova prefers to listen to her own heart on such matters. Hence, she's approaching this shop as if she's just any customer. Clad in clean but used tan work attire, a shoulderbag bumping against her hip, she steps inside, pausing to take a look around the place.<br />
Computer /and/ droids: The blond soldier is in Geek Heaven. Pity she can only pretend to look the merchandise over. Her attention is reserved for the potential criminals that might be here any moment.<br />
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Assuming the role of customer, the noble Lady Aryn Cole strolls into the store wearing a stylish poncho like top with short pants whose leggings stop about mid-calf. For shoes, she wears small slip ons that come no higher than her small ankles. Aryn is distinct, with bright blonde hair and pale skin. She's pretty too! Her goal was to make it inside and start looking around at some of the products.<br />
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lrych Cometburn enters with Nova, "I'm seeing if I can find something to upgrade the Mynock's computer with. It's kind of slow... I mean not that I've been watching too much..." He clears his throat, "Oh hey look... and old 716 processor unit. Now that's something you don't see everyday."<br />
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It's novel, to say the least, and in some regards despite the danger they face fun to be out SHOPPING. Droids interest her and the rows of gleaming bodies, preternaturally quiet are eerie. Tallie walks down the row deeply interested in the specs of a secretary droid while keeping an eye out for unusual customers. Freshly pressed and washed after months of sitting in a drawer, Tallie wears cargo pants over a pair of shoes that she won't regret if she has to run through some mud, a jacket and tank top both black complete her, what she hopes, nondescript look. The jacket is just large enough to keep the blaster under wraps.<br />
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Hot on the heels of Nova is one Xenia Vala: post-Hosnian recruit from the Kanz sector. Her skills at the range are 'par', but her lifetime of skills on the street are what makes her a shoe-in here. She looks for all the world like another average jane, idly bopping to some song in her brain that makes her short head of inky curls go boppity-boop. For sure less refined in appearance than prettily noble Cole. <br />
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"Look at all this /stuff/" she waggles eager fingers just inches from a display case, but knows better than to leave a lasting mark. "This translator unit is almost pocket-sized!" So not quite petty thief candy, where she's from. But almost. She floats over to examine what Elrych has found, leaning in to cross those brown eyes in closeup admiration.<br />
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There was one person who loved shopping and that was the distinctive human-but-not Greeson Rais except he was in the possibly-unenvial position of hiding out on a rooftop in the distance with a longblaster the size of a small child. He was lying prone, targeting computer turned off, watching the street below. How had he gotten up here? Well, for a giant, he moved like a spider-monkey. "You have a guest," he murmured into his comm, tracking the approach of a figure heading towards the front door. "Male, suit and... that jacket fell out of vogue two years ago, my good man!" The comm static couldn't hide the distaste in his tone. "Doesn't look armed but that jacket could be hiding anything in that atrocious inner lining."<br />
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The customer walks into the place, and up to the shopkeeper. "Hey, what do you have on sale today?" he asks, then he smiles. He has on a nice brown jacket which is on the suit he wears of that color also. Meanwhile all of them can hear, Greeson can see also, that a speeder which is a transport comes to the front of the shop, parking. No one steps from the speeder, meanwhile inside Tallie can hear a sound which is a lot like a whir, spinning up. One of the droids then is on the floor while it falls from the rack. "Greetings friend," it says.<br />
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<Copy, I can see him now,> Nova whispers into her collar mic. <That's a very unfortunate shade of brown, too.><br />
She nods to Elrych, looking over the selection. "I see an uprated central processor over there, and a high-speed bus. Could be that's what you need to speed things up again."<br />
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She pauses, frowning. "Hear that?" she asks Elrych, peeking out the front window. "A transport just drove up in front of the shop. I didn't see anyone get out..."<br />
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She switches to her comlink. <Red, do you have eyes on a transport that just pulled up in front? If you can see it, does it have any markings?><br />
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She winces at the clatter of a droid falling to the floor, then... speaking? <We just had a droid activate in here; fell right onto the floor and started talking. Something's not right...><br />
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Aryn arrives at the shop just when the transport does. Rather than go inside, she remains outside having just received a 'holo-call.' She steps off to one side and places her hand to her ear, as if she's listening to the holo but she's simply listening to the comm-traffic back and forth. She doesn't state that she's outside, but she's there, waiting just in case.<br />
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Elrych cranes his neck a bit to look towards Nova is indicating. He's got his shades on so one can't really tell too much what he's looking at. He's got at least one eye on the guy who came in. Shaking his head he looks between Nova and Xenia, "Nah... I didn't hear anything." He reaches out with the force to see if maybe there's any kind of impending doom. For all he knows it's just a couple making out in there or someone doing their last bit of spice before hopping out to buy the hottest holo-converter. He narrows his brows, "Something is going to happen... All of us are being targeted." He whispers.<br />
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Keeping tabs on the group spread throughout the shop, Tallie has stopped near a droid with an expensive price tag discreetly posted next to its powered down body. She can see her face reflected back in its silvery body; she doesn't see the surprise on her face or her mouth drop open when one of the droids powers up not two droids down. It ratchets into life with a clatter that makes her reach for the pistol under her jacket, the noise makes heads turn. Pressing the com bead, <Not right, downright bad. Look at it. Combat model or I pilot Kimogilas><br />
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Xenia arches a brow as the brown suit goes walking past, but remains loitering around 'her' little endcap near the front of the store. She really /is/ diggin that translator droid mounted in case. Also, she's got a decent eye on the door from here and a patch of instant-cover, if things turn messy. The idling speeder is suspicious, sure, and she mutters into her own link. <<Don' suppose there's some elderly patron in here, awaitin a pickup? Fancy as it is, don't imagine this store has valet...>> a glance darts past a 'QUIK' machine lubricant display - a garland of single-use packets - toward Elrych. <br />
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<<Anyone who pilfers these pockets is gonna be mighty disappointed.>> Even if she knows that's /not/ what he meant.<br />
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"See, brown-on-brown is a crime against fashion, and... hold." Ooooh. "Confirmed, transport speeder just parked out front, no one leaving, no identifying markings. That's the getaway vehicle or I'm Ektor's mum," was Greeson's posh-but-backwater accent over the comms as he racked the charging lever on his sniper rifle. His big noisy bright sniper rifle. Why couldn't dark lasers be a thing? It'd certainly help for all these rooftop assassinations he liked to do. He gazed closer, identifying the doors, the engine block, the repulsors, everything he needed to make a boom. "I didn't bring my vehicle killer but I can disable this thing, though I warn you, it'll be louder than Life Day fireworks and more noticeable than Ektor's habit of leaving crumbs in my bed!"<br />
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From the back of the transport, the doors open up, five men step from it all in armor like they're with some elite team. None of them actually notice Greeson, while one of them moves to point his weapon at Aryn, "You," the masked voice says, "Tell us, are there more than just you here?" he asks. There's a swirl of a motion and he points to the shop which is where the team moves to as well.<br />
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Within, the customer speaks to the shopkeep, "We know what you're doing here," he then draws a blaster from the jacket then tries to shoot the owner. He doesn't manage to hit, then he turns to shoot at the others there, while a shot moves wild and strikes next to Nova into one of the droids. "On the floor now, or you're all about to be killed!" he exclaims. Then as he even says that, a few of the droids begin to activate, "Greetings friend, welcome to your new droid," while weapons begin to power on the droids, then they begin to fire into the other droids, as well as anyone that is standing.<br />
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When the shouting starts, Nova has the presence of mind to hit the ground. She claws her stun baton out of her shoulderbag; it's not exactly the idea weapon, but in the close quarters of the shop it'll hurt fewer people, and the ionic component of the stun setting should be useful against droids. She rolls under a display table, trying to figure out which droids are on their side and which are the enemy.<br />
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Aryn's first reaction was to touch her lightsaber that was below the concealing poncho she wore. Rather than go straight to violence, her second reaction was to rely on the Force. She did not detect malice from the people outside confronting her, but for safety, she engaged her personal deflector shield just in case. "Several of my friends are inside. You must help them. Get them out, quick!" She says, pointing!<br />
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Yeah, Elrych was totally going to be a hero. When the blaster sounded and he looks to see the smoking hole near Nova, the cocky Corellian smirked. Then turning towards the five entering, he doesn't duck at first. Instead he's about to reach out with the force and pull their guns away... He stops though, his smirk falling as he glances to the dorids now coming out and shooting. He drops to the ground and covers his head, reaching out to the force to help him evade and stray blaster fire. "WHO THE KRIF ARE THE BAD GUYS!?" It seemed very clear cut at first but now... now it was confusing him greatly.<br />
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Tallie finds herself crouched under a table not far from Nova who she shares a quick look with; it carries an entire conversation. In which one of the salient questions is: what is going on? Shooting a pistol from a belly down position doesn't work for her so she duck walks to look down the aisle and quickly tucks herself back in under the table, unable to distinguish friend from enemy.<br />
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"Oh sh..." When the room suddenly lights up with the festivity of warfare, Xenia jerks back behind that precious Translator display she was oggling. <<I don-->> The splintering crash of shattering glass coupled with sizzling plop of melted bits forces her to dive for the floor and rethink her cover strategy. This ain't cool. A mop of black curls peeps up from the floor-level shelf and one wide eye stares through the skeletal forms of droid legs toward the table across the way where Tallie and Nova are hiding. <<The trainers! The training dummies. Droids. I /think/ those are-->> a too-close blast motivates her to roll over and flatten out. <<not our friends.>><br />
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"Contact, five hostiles out of the transport." TranspawhT. That weird accent again. Gree's voice was calm but his blood was up, so it lacked his natural fussiness. "They're bothering our little lady..." what a white knight! "Or not..." he trailed off as, despite hearing all sorts of chaos within the shop, he noticed through the scope there was something up with the way Aryn and the gang were acting. Well, not so much 'up' as Gree was expecting a fight or resistance and he was seeing compliance. The confusion was enough to make him crave a cup of tea, and though a small thermos of tea sat near him he didn't dare drink from it, for the need to pay total attention was paramount. There was enough chaos going on that Greeson's next words over the comms were, "Advise exfiltration, too many unknown factors, and keep yourself silent Earbuds," Elrych, "or I swear I shall be very cross with you!" They were, after all, in character.<br />
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The shopkeep doesn't get hit by that shot from the customer, and as such he begins to take off to exit even as the five mercenaries come into the place, the one that was talking to Aryn just nodding before he does so. The shopkeep also takes a shot at the woman who is to him, in the way of his escape. The customer begins to follow chasing the man. As the five people open fire on the droids, two of them are taken to the floor, with only three of them to fire into the droids, managing to blast one of them. "Get out of this place, it's not safe!" the leader exclaims to what he sees as customers.<br />
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The droids begin to shoot wildly all about, though most of the others don't get hit, Xenia finds herself in range of one's targetting system. Then it points a blaster weapon at her also, "Greetings friend!" And it shoots right into her, striking the woman. In summary, the mercs with the elite gear seem to be engaging the droids, the droids seem to be engaging everyone. The shopkeeper's also being chased by the customer, it is up to the team to decide what they would like to do also.<br />
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<Best idea I've heard so far. Go for the training droids!> Nova coms to the squad. And that's about when one of the droids blasts the idea-haver, Xenia the tagalong.<br />
"Kid!" Nova exclaims, rather ironic considering the woman's probably older than she is. In her mind, she's already anticipating the worst: These droids seem to be using /lethal/ weapons, an override from their usual programming. After all, how do you learn if you're dead? But deeper down, The Sergeant just saw one of her people taken down by a treacherous enemy.<br />
And The Sergeant is quite beyond fury! With an ugly, gutteral howl, Nova dive-rolls from beneath the table, coming up under its chin with a smash of the sturdy stun baton. The droid stumbles back, crashing into its former display rack. The incensed soldier follows up with a jab straight to the vulnerable joint just above the collar of the machine's plastron, thumbing the stun setting on full power. The droid dances and jerks, sparks flying from its collar, and it collapses to the floor, smoking.<br />
The Sergeant (never mind that she's a Flight Officer 3C) whirls, snarling, looking for her next target, the baton sparking in her hand.<br />
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Aryn steps out of the way only to get /in/ the way of the storekeeper who is fleeing. She stumbles to one side only to realize the storekeeper is running away from the customer who is holding a blaster! Aryn gently raises her hand and influences the Force to pluck the man up and toss him against the speeder HARD. It should not be enough to kill him, but he's not likely to run anymore! <<"I have one down outside..">><br />
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Elrych watches as the blaster shot slams into Xenia, his eyes widening a bit as the violence unfolds. His hairs stand on his back as a blaster bolt strikes and sparks a bit away from him. "ENOUGH!" He yells, not having time to comment to Greeson about the earbuds and him being quiet. He reaches out with a closed fist towards the droid that shot at him and then flicks his middle finger, sending the droid through the wall violently, thunder clapping loudly as he does so. "Nova! Tend to Xenia!" He then stands, pushing had to his feet and running like a speed demon, "I'm on the Shop Keep!" He slams out of the door, looking to take in the scene out side. He notices Aryn take down the Customer, "No! The shopkeep!" He points towards the man he's running after, hot on his trail.<br />
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"Well, drek that," Tallie exclaims with disgust as a shot whizzes by her. Leaning out with her blaster she makes two wild shots before falling back.<br />
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The ominous 'click-clack' of droid feet over unfeeling tile goes unheard as it comes up on Xenia's six. Walking death, masked by the shrieking streaks of blasterfire. She hears it too late, but that moment she does feels frozen in time. 'Greetings Friend.' Expressive brown eyes, locked in a sideways almost-stare with the motion of her comrades across the aisle, are suddenly made wider still. All trace of snark fades from her Lorrdian features and the brown skin smoothes into a mask of stoic acceptance. <br />
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Yup. This is it. <br />
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The raising of palms in proclammation of innocence is but a reflex - useless and stupid against the point blank discharging of well-charged plasma. Red flash. Hot whiff of ozone. <br />
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Those knuckles drop limply back to the shop floor, framing her frazzled splay of curls. Whenever Nova looks next down at her supine form, there'll be a glassy-eyed stare meeting her gaze. IS she alive? It's going to take a miracle to make it so. The smoldering crater carving through her central, descending aorta (midline of body) says as much.<br />
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"Leg," was the quiet called shot from Greeson Rais, buildings away, before he took it. The EZ-Snap lacked a stun setting, which would have made this a lot easier. But that guy needed to be stopped and he needed to be stopped right now. The customer impacted into the speeder at the same time Greeson's rifle erupted. The sharp lance of light carved through the shopkeep's hip, as Greeson's training for center mass had been far too good and not even he could counter that, separating the man from his leg and causing him to go careening to the ground.<br />
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There was a sickening crack.<br />
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Having impacted face-first against a rock, the shopkeeper found his neck twisted into an unsurvivable position, so he clearly didn't. Greeson took a moment to assess the situation before he came out with, "...bastard! Relocating." With years of experience in dismantling in moving in a hurry, he split his rifle into its two component pieces and returned it to his bag, snagged his climbing rope, his tea thermos (which he chugged on liberally) and made for his escape route.<br />
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The merceneries keep on shooting at the droids which shoot back as well, blaster fire sounds within the place, then the droids begin to power away from the weapons, while two of them begin to speak, "Initiating protocol 61, third party program found." It is then that they begin to spin up with the program, and it becomes pretty obvious to those there, "A self destruct! Get out of this place!" the mercenary leader exclaims, though he moves to pick up Xenia to assist with whichever of the others will, so they can bring her onto the street.<br />
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The customer is then picked up by the Force and meets the speeder while he is rolling onto his back, "Not me, get him!" he points to the shopkeep, when he sees the blaster strike his leg, then he looks like he's satisfied, although he sees that it looks like things didn't go too well for him. Before he's killed, he does call back to the others, "For Rori!", and the shopkeep is then in pieces, all over the whole of the street. Aryn manages to keep from being covered in it as well. It looks like he had a switch prepared also.<br />
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Aryn is following the more experienced Nova Korell when she says the place is about to blow! The moment they reach a safe distance, Aryn's attention goes to Xenia, where she draws upon her influence over the force to channel an unseen energy into the woman's body. It is a sustaining energy that keeps her from dying out right, but in order to properly save her life, Aryn will have to focus on stabilizing her if she's got any chance of walking away. It's the work of a miracle, but Aryn manages to save her only after exhausting the medical supplies she carries in her satchel.<br />
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Elrych skids to a stop as the blaster bolt strikes his prey, the man cracking his head against a rock and dieing. "Stang!" He says leaning over, hands on his knees, "For Kriff sakes!" He shakes his head. "Guys... I'd get the KRIFF out of there! He did some werid suicide bomber drek out here. Like, thumb on the button I'mma get 20,000 virgins in the afterlife drek!" He looks back towards the store, moving back towards Aryn as he awaits the explosion. "Xenia got shot real bad." He comments to her, "Help her if you can." He is sort of pleading. He places his hands in front of him and tried all his best to do that one thing he did that one time. THe shield, that saved those from the explosion on the ship that was trapped. Half of the blue wall forms, before his concentration breaks and he can't take it anymore. He falls to he rump, breathing heavily and sweating, unable to contain the explosion. Though the Doc is already on it all the Jedi Initiate can do is watch the place explode.<br />
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The message comes over coms for the group to get the drek out of Rori. Tallie is up and running crouched, dodging as much as the narrow aisle allows her. She bursts out the front door, behind her the store strobes with light as the timed bomb ignites. With a nearly controlled crash and roll she skids across the sidewalk. "Well, ouch."<br />
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There's an ignition, and it looks like a part of the shop is taken from within by the explosion. With all that being said, it doesn't extend beyond entrance to the place. The mercenaries look to the place the shopkeeper was, then looks over to the others that are coming from the shop also. The leader motions for his other friends to get into the transport, while he walks up into it also. He waves to the team, "You all, I trust you to not go to the police about this. Follow the trail," he then steps back into the speeder.<br />
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Aryn is managing to save Xenia, then it looks like a part of the shop has flames that are lightly shifting about. One of those people from earlier, one that was taken to the floor by the droid comes from the entrance covered in crimson, while he leans back, speaking to those that are there. "The pirates, you can't let them win, we followed all of them here, to their group on Naboo. They want to... The technology, they want to use it to create another revolution, one to destroy technology. Their slicer, I've not seen anyone like him," he says. Then, he's away, like that. There's a computer which survived part of the whole explosion, which is next to the team, for whichever one of them would like to pick it up also.</div>Merekhttp://www.swaoa-mush.com/index.php?title=Log:Resistance:_Rori_Night&diff=11606Log:Resistance: Rori Night2019-08-08T03:21:53Z<p>Merek: </p>
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| Participants=[[Elrych Cometburn]], [[Tallisaan Lintra]], [[Nova Korell]], [[Xenia]], [[Aryn Cole]], [[Greeson Rais]], [[Merek]], [[The Resistance]]<br />
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Rori. It's a swamp, not much else is useful to know about the place. Merek has taken his time to bring in his Interceptor, and informs folk about the general rumors. He makes sure that all of them have a link by datapad to his comlink. He had spoken to them all and brought his two speeders to take three others beside him each within them. In the night, people are coming to the shops to take from them, though no one seems to know who is doing it. Those that came were asked to stay together while they look into it. It is likely the next place to be looked into by the group will be a shop which sells computers as well as droids. The building is nice, about a house of five rooms worth of space. Everyone was asked to come as though customers as well.<br />
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While the Uniform Code of Military Justice has a few things to say about vigilantism, Nova prefers to listen to her own heart on such matters. Hence, she's approaching this shop as if she's just any customer. Clad in clean but used tan work attire, a shoulderbag bumping against her hip, she steps inside, pausing to take a look around the place.<br />
Computer /and/ droids: The blond soldier is in Geek Heaven. Pity she can only pretend to look the merchandise over. Her attention is reserved for the potential criminals that might be here any moment.<br />
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Assuming the role of customer, the noble Lady Aryn Cole strolls into the store wearing a stylish poncho like top with short pants whose leggings stop about mid-calf. For shoes, she wears small slip ons that come no higher than her small ankles. Aryn is distinct, with bright blonde hair and pale skin. She's pretty too! Her goal was to make it inside and start looking around at some of the products.<br />
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lrych Cometburn enters with Nova, "I'm seeing if I can find something to upgrade the Mynock's computer with. It's kind of slow... I mean not that I've been watching too much..." He clears his throat, "Oh hey look... and old 716 processor unit. Now that's something you don't see everyday."<br />
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It's novel, to say the least, and in some regards despite the danger they face fun to be out SHOPPING. Droids interest her and the rows of gleaming bodies, preternaturally quiet are eerie. Tallie walks down the row deeply interested in the specs of a secretary droid while keeping an eye out for unusual customers. Freshly pressed and washed after months of sitting in a drawer, Tallie wears cargo pants over a pair of shoes that she won't regret if she has to run through some mud, a jacket and tank top both black complete her, what she hopes, nondescript look. The jacket is just large enough to keep the blaster under wraps.<br />
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Hot on the heels of Nova is one Xenia Vala: post-Hosnian recruit from the Kanz sector. Her skills at the range are 'par', but her lifetime of skills on the street are what makes her a shoe-in here. She looks for all the world like another average jane, idly bopping to some song in her brain that makes her short head of inky curls go boppity-boop. For sure less refined in appearance than prettily noble Cole. <br />
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"Look at all this /stuff/" she waggles eager fingers just inches from a display case, but knows better than to leave a lasting mark. "This translator unit is almost pocket-sized!" So not quite petty thief candy, where she's from. But almost. She floats over to examine what Elrych has found, leaning in to cross those brown eyes in closeup admiration.<br />
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There was one person who loved shopping and that was the distinctive human-but-not Greeson Rais except he was in the possibly-unenvial position of hiding out on a rooftop in the distance with a longblaster the size of a small child. He was lying prone, targeting computer turned off, watching the street below. How had he gotten up here? Well, for a giant, he moved like a spider-monkey. "You have a guest," he murmured into his comm, tracking the approach of a figure heading towards the front door. "Male, suit and... that jacket fell out of vogue two years ago, my good man!" The comm static couldn't hide the distaste in his tone. "Doesn't look armed but that jacket could be hiding anything in that atrocious inner lining."<br />
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The customer walks into the place, and up to the shopkeeper. "Hey, what do you have on sale today?" he asks, then he smiles. He has on a nice brown jacket which is on the suit he wears of that color also. Meanwhile all of them can hear, Greeson can see also, that a speeder which is a transport comes to the front of the shop, parking. No one steps from the speeder, meanwhile inside Tallie can hear a sound which is a lot like a whir, spinning up. One of the droids then is on the floor while it falls from the rack. "Greetings friend," it says.<br />
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<Copy, I can see him now,> Nova whispers into her collar mic. <That's a very unfortunate shade of brown, too.><br />
She nods to Elrych, looking over the selection. "I see an uprated central processor over there, and a high-speed bus. Could be that's what you need to speed things up again."<br />
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She pauses, frowning. "Hear that?" she asks Elrych, peeking out the front window. "A transport just drove up in front of the shop. I didn't see anyone get out..."<br />
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She switches to her comlink. <Red, do you have eyes on a transport that just pulled up in front? If you can see it, does it have any markings?><br />
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She winces at the clatter of a droid falling to the floor, then... speaking? <We just had a droid activate in here; fell right onto the floor and started talking. Something's not right...><br />
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Aryn arrives at the shop just when the transport does. Rather than go inside, she remains outside having just received a 'holo-call.' She steps off to one side and places her hand to her ear, as if she's listening to the holo but she's simply listening to the comm-traffic back and forth. She doesn't state that she's outside, but she's there, waiting just in case.<br />
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Elrych cranes his neck a bit to look towards Nova is indicating. He's got his shades on so one can't really tell too much what he's looking at. He's got at least one eye on the guy who came in. Shaking his head he looks between Nova and Xenia, "Nah... I didn't hear anything." He reaches out with the force to see if maybe there's any kind of impending doom. For all he knows it's just a couple making out in there or someone doing their last bit of spice before hopping out to buy the hottest holo-converter. He narrows his brows, "Something is going to happen... All of us are being targeted." He whispers.<br />
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Keeping tabs on the group spread throughout the shop, Tallie has stopped near a droid with an expensive price tag discreetly posted next to its powered down body. She can see her face reflected back in its silvery body; she doesn't see the surprise on her face or her mouth drop open when one of the droids powers up not two droids down. It ratchets into life with a clatter that makes her reach for the pistol under her jacket, the noise makes heads turn. Pressing the com bead, <Not right, downright bad. Look at it. Combat model or I pilot Kimogilas><br />
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Xenia arches a brow as the brown suit goes walking past, but remains loitering around 'her' little endcap near the front of the store. She really /is/ diggin that translator droid mounted in case. Also, she's got a decent eye on the door from here and a patch of instant-cover, if things turn messy. The idling speeder is suspicious, sure, and she mutters into her own link. <<Don' suppose there's some elderly patron in here, awaitin a pickup? Fancy as it is, don't imagine this store has valet...>> a glance darts past a 'QUIK' machine lubricant display - a garland of single-use packets - toward Elrych. <br />
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<<Anyone who pilfers these pockets is gonna be mighty disappointed.>> Even if she knows that's /not/ what he meant.<br />
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"See, brown-on-brown is a crime against fashion, and... hold." Ooooh. "Confirmed, transport speeder just parked out front, no one leaving, no identifying markings. That's the getaway vehicle or I'm Ektor's mum," was Greeson's posh-but-backwater accent over the comms as he racked the charging lever on his sniper rifle. His big noisy bright sniper rifle. Why couldn't dark lasers be a thing? It'd certainly help for all these rooftop assassinations he liked to do. He gazed closer, identifying the doors, the engine block, the repulsors, everything he needed to make a boom. "I didn't bring my vehicle killer but I can disable this thing, though I warn you, it'll be louder than Life Day fireworks and more noticeable than Ektor's habit of leaving crumbs in my bed!"<br />
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From the back of the transport, the doors open up, five men step from it all in armor like they're with some elite team. None of them actually notice Greeson, while one of them moves to point his weapon at Aryn, "You," the masked voice says, "Tell us, are there more than just you here?" he asks. There's a swirl of a motion and he points to the shop which is where the team moves to as well.<br />
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Within, the customer speaks to the shopkeep, "We know what you're doing here," he then draws a blaster from the jacket then tries to shoot the owner. He doesn't manage to hit, then he turns to shoot at the others there, while a shot moves wild and strikes next to Nova into one of the droids. "On the floor now, or you're all about to be killed!" he exclaims. Then as he even says that, a few of the droids begin to activate, "Greetings friend, welcome to your new droid," while weapons begin to power on the droids, then they begin to fire into the other droids, as well as anyone that is standing.<br />
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When the shouting starts, Nova has the presence of mind to hit the ground. She claws her stun baton out of her shoulderbag; it's not exactly the idea weapon, but in the close quarters of the shop it'll hurt fewer people, and the ionic component of the stun setting should be useful against droids. She rolls under a display table, trying to figure out which droids are on their side and which are the enemy.<br />
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Aryn's first reaction was to touch her lightsaber that was below the concealing poncho she wore. Rather than go straight to violence, her second reaction was to rely on the Force. She did not detect malice from the people outside confronting her, but for safety, she engaged her personal deflector shield just in case. "Several of my friends are inside. You must help them. Get them out, quick!" She says, pointing!<br />
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Yeah, Elrych was totally going to be a hero. When the blaster sounded and he looks to see the smoking hole near Nova, the cocky Corellian smirked. Then turning towards the five entering, he doesn't duck at first. Instead he's about to reach out with the force and pull their guns away... He stops though, his smirk falling as he glances to the dorids now coming out and shooting. He drops to the ground and covers his head, reaching out to the force to help him evade and stray blaster fire. "WHO THE KRIF ARE THE BAD GUYS!?" It seemed very clear cut at first but now... now it was confusing him greatly.<br />
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Tallie finds herself crouched under a table not far from Nova who she shares a quick look with; it carries an entire conversation. In which one of the salient questions is: what is going on? Shooting a pistol from a belly down position doesn't work for her so she duck walks to look down the aisle and quickly tucks herself back in under the table, unable to distinguish friend from enemy.<br />
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"Oh sh..." When the room suddenly lights up with the festivity of warfare, Xenia jerks back behind that precious Translator display she was oggling. <<I don-->> The splintering crash of shattering glass coupled with sizzling plop of melted bits forces her to dive for the floor and rethink her cover strategy. This ain't cool. A mop of black curls peeps up from the floor-level shelf and one wide eye stares through the skeletal forms of droid legs toward the table across the way where Tallie and Nova are hiding. <<The trainers! The training dummies. Droids. I /think/ those are-->> a too-close blast motivates her to roll over and flatten out. <<not our friends.>><br />
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"Contact, five hostiles out of the transport." TranspawhT. That weird accent again. Gree's voice was calm but his blood was up, so it lacked his natural fussiness. "They're bothering our little lady..." what a white knight! "Or not..." he trailed off as, despite hearing all sorts of chaos within the shop, he noticed through the scope there was something up with the way Aryn and the gang were acting. Well, not so much 'up' as Gree was expecting a fight or resistance and he was seeing compliance. The confusion was enough to make him crave a cup of tea, and though a small thermos of tea sat near him he didn't dare drink from it, for the need to pay total attention was paramount. There was enough chaos going on that Greeson's next words over the comms were, "Advise exfiltration, too many unknown factors, and keep yourself silent Earbuds," Elrych, "or I swear I shall be very cross with you!" They were, after all, in character.<br />
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The shopkeep doesn't get hit by that shot from the customer, and as such he begins to take off to exit even as the five mercenaries come into the place, the one that was talking to Aryn just nodding before he does so. The shopkeep also takes a shot at the woman who is to him, in the way of his escape. The customer begins to follow chasing the man. As the five people open fire on the droids, two of them are taken to the floor, with only three of them to fire into the droids, managing to blast one of them. "Get out of this place, it's not safe!" the leader exclaims to what he sees as customers.<br />
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The droids begin to shoot wildly all about, though most of the others don't get hit, Xenia finds herself in range of one's targetting system. Then it points a blaster weapon at her also, "Greetings friend!" And it shoots right into her, striking the woman. In summary, the mercs with the elite gear seem to be engaging the droids, the droids seem to be engaging everyone. The shopkeeper's also being chased by the customer, it is up to the team to decide what they would like to do also.<br />
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<Best idea I've heard so far. Go for the training droids!> Nova coms to the squad. And that's about when one of the droids blasts the idea-haver, Xenia the tagalong.<br />
"Kid!" Nova exclaims, rather ironic considering the woman's probably older than she is. In her mind, she's already anticipating the worst: These droids seem to be using /lethal/ weapons, an override from their usual programming. After all, how do you learn if you're dead? But deeper down, The Sergeant just saw one of her people taken down by a treacherous enemy.<br />
And The Sergeant is quite beyond fury! With an ugly, gutteral howl, Nova dive-rolls from beneath the table, coming up under its chin with a smash of the sturdy stun baton. The droid stumbles back, crashing into its former display rack. The incensed soldier follows up with a jab straight to the vulnerable joint just above the collar of the machine's plastron, thumbing the stun setting on full power. The droid dances and jerks, sparks flying from its collar, and it collapses to the floor, smoking.<br />
The Sergeant (never mind that she's a Flight Officer 3C) whirls, snarling, looking for her next target, the baton sparking in her hand.<br />
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Aryn steps out of the way only to get /in/ the way of the storekeeper who is fleeing. She stumbles to one side only to realize the storekeeper is running away from the customer who is holding a blaster! Aryn gently raises her hand and influences the Force to pluck the man up and toss him against the speeder HARD. It should not be enough to kill him, but he's not likely to run anymore! <<"I have one down outside..">><br />
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Elrych watches as the blaster shot slams into Xenia, his eyes widening a bit as the violence unfolds. His hairs stand on his back as a blaster bolt strikes and sparks a bit away from him. "ENOUGH!" He yells, not having time to comment to Greeson about the earbuds and him being quiet. He reaches out with a closed fist towards the droid that shot at him and then flicks his middle finger, sending the droid through the wall violently, thunder clapping loudly as he does so. "Nova! Tend to Xenia!" He then stands, pushing had to his feet and running like a speed demon, "I'm on the Shop Keep!" He slams out of the door, looking to take in the scene out side. He notices Aryn take down the Customer, "No! The shopkeep!" He points towards the man he's running after, hot on his trail.<br />
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"Well, drek that," Tallie exclaims with disgust as a shot whizzes by her. Leaning out with her blaster she makes two wild shots before falling back.<br />
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The ominous 'click-clack' of droid feet over unfeeling tile goes unheard as it comes up on Xenia's six. Walking death, masked by the shrieking streaks of blasterfire. She hears it too late, but that moment she does feels frozen in time. 'Greetings Friend.' Expressive brown eyes, locked in a sideways almost-stare with the motion of her comrades across the aisle, are suddenly made wider still. All trace of snark fades from her Lorrdian features and the brown skin smoothes into a mask of stoic acceptance. <br />
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Yup. This is it. <br />
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The raising of palms in proclammation of innocence is but a reflex - useless and stupid against the point blank discharging of well-charged plasma. Red flash. Hot whiff of ozone. <br />
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Those knuckles drop limply back to the shop floor, framing her frazzled splay of curls. Whenever Nova looks next down at her supine form, there'll be a glassy-eyed stare meeting her gaze. IS she alive? It's going to take a miracle to make it so. The smoldering crater carving through her central, descending aorta (midline of body) says as much.<br />
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"Leg," was the quiet called shot from Greeson Rais, buildings away, before he took it. The EZ-Snap lacked a stun setting, which would have made this a lot easier. But that guy needed to be stopped and he needed to be stopped right now. The customer impacted into the speeder at the same time Greeson's rifle erupted. The sharp lance of light carved through the shopkeep's hip, as Greeson's training for center mass had been far too good and not even he could counter that, separating the man from his leg and causing him to go careening to the ground.<br />
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There was a sickening crack.<br />
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Having impacted face-first against a rock, the shopkeeper found his neck twisted into an unsurvivable position, so he clearly didn't. Greeson took a moment to assess the situation before he came out with, "...bastard! Relocating." With years of experience in dismantling in moving in a hurry, he split his rifle into its two component pieces and returned it to his bag, snagged his climbing rope, his tea thermos (which he chugged on liberally) and made for his escape route.<br />
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The merceneries keep on shooting at the droids which shoot back as well, blaster fire sounds within the place, then the droids begin to power away from the weapons, while two of them begin to speak, "Initiating protocol 61, third party program found." It is then that they begin to spin up with the program, and it becomes pretty obvious to those there, "A self destruct! Get out of this place!" the mercenary leader exclaims, though he moves to pick up Xenia to assist with whichever of the others will, so they can bring her onto the street.<br />
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The customer is then picked up by the Force and meets the speeder while he is rolling onto his back, "Not me, get him!" he points to the shopkeep, when he sees the blaster strike his leg, then he looks like he's satisfied, although he sees that it looks like things didn't go too well for him. Before he's killed, he does call back to the others, "For Rori!", and the shopkeep is then in pieces, all over the whole of the street. Aryn manages to keep from being covered in it as well. It looks like he had a switch prepared also.<br />
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Aryn is following the more experienced Nova Korell when she says the place is about to blow! The moment they reach a safe distance, Aryn's attention goes to Xenia, where she draws upon her influence over the force to channel an unseen energy into the woman's body. It is a sustaining energy that keeps her from dying out right, but in order to properly save her life, Aryn will have to focus on stabilizing her if she's got any chance of walking away. It's the work of a miracle, but Aryn manages to save her only after exhausting the medical supplies she carries in her satchel.<br />
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Elrych skids to a stop as the blaster bolt strikes his prey, the man cracking his head against a rock and dieing. "Stang!" He says leaning over, hands on his knees, "For Kriff sakes!" He shakes his head. "Guys... I'd get the KRIFF out of there! He did some werid suicide bomber drek out here. Like, thumb on the button I'mma get 20,000 virgins in the afterlife drek!" He looks back towards the store, moving back towards Aryn as he awaits the explosion. "Xenia got shot real bad." He comments to her, "Help her if you can." He is sort of pleading. He places his hands in front of him and tried all his best to do that one thing he did that one time. THe shield, that saved those from the explosion on the ship that was trapped. Half of the blue wall forms, before his concentration breaks and he can't take it anymore. He falls to he rump, breathing heavily and sweating, unable to contain the explosion. Though the Doc is already on it all the Jedi Initiate can do is watch the place explode.<br />
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The message comes over coms for the group to get the drek out of Rori. Tallie is up and running crouched, dodging as much as the narrow aisle allows her. She bursts out the front door, behind her the store strobes with light as the timed bomb ignites. With a nearly controlled crash and roll she skids across the sidewalk. "Well, ouch."<br />
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There's an ignition, and it looks like a part of the shop is taken from within by the explosion. With all that being said, it doesn't extend beyond entrance to the place. The mercenaries look to the place the shopkeeper was, then looks over to the others that are coming from the shop also. The leader motions for his other friends to get into the transport, while he walks up into it also. He waves to the team, "You all, I trust you to not go to the police about this. Follow the trail," he then steps back into the speeder.<br />
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Aryn is managing to save Xenia, then it looks like a part of the shop has flames that are lightly shifting about. One of those people from earlier, one that was taken to the floor by the droid comes from the entrance covered in crimson, while he leans back, speaking to those that are there. "The pirates, you can't let them win, we followed all of them here, to their group on Naboo. They want to... The technology, they want to use it to create another revolution, one to destroy technology. Their slicer, I've not seen anyone like him," he says. Then, he's away, like that. There's a computer which survived part of the whole explosion, which is next to the team, for whichever one of them would like to pick it up also.</div>Merekhttp://www.swaoa-mush.com/index.php?title=Log:Resistance:_Rori_Night&diff=11605Log:Resistance: Rori Night2019-08-08T03:21:35Z<p>Merek: Created page with "<!-- Fill this in with information about your log --> {{LogBox | LogTitle=For the Republic | Location=Deep Space: Republic Remnant Fleet | Participants=[[Elrych Cometburn]..."</p>
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Rori. It's a swamp, not much else is useful to know about the place. Merek has taken his time to bring in his Interceptor, and informs folk about the general rumors. He makes sure that all of them have a link by datapad to his comlink. He had spoken to them all and brought his two speeders to take three others beside him each within them. In the night, people are coming to the shops to take from them, though no one seems to know who is doing it. Those that came were asked to stay together while they look into it. It is likely the next place to be looked into by the group will be a shop which sells computers as well as droids. The building is nice, about a house of five rooms worth of space. Everyone was asked to come as though customers as well.<br />
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While the Uniform Code of Military Justice has a few things to say about vigilantism, Nova prefers to listen to her own heart on such matters. Hence, she's approaching this shop as if she's just any customer. Clad in clean but used tan work attire, a shoulderbag bumping against her hip, she steps inside, pausing to take a look around the place.<br />
Computer /and/ droids: The blond soldier is in Geek Heaven. Pity she can only pretend to look the merchandise over. Her attention is reserved for the potential criminals that might be here any moment.<br />
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Assuming the role of customer, the noble Lady Aryn Cole strolls into the store wearing a stylish poncho like top with short pants whose leggings stop about mid-calf. For shoes, she wears small slip ons that come no higher than her small ankles. Aryn is distinct, with bright blonde hair and pale skin. She's pretty too! Her goal was to make it inside and start looking around at some of the products.<br />
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lrych Cometburn enters with Nova, "I'm seeing if I can find something to upgrade the Mynock's computer with. It's kind of slow... I mean not that I've been watching too much..." He clears his throat, "Oh hey look... and old 716 processor unit. Now that's something you don't see everyday."<br />
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It's novel, to say the least, and in some regards despite the danger they face fun to be out SHOPPING. Droids interest her and the rows of gleaming bodies, preternaturally quiet are eerie. Tallie walks down the row deeply interested in the specs of a secretary droid while keeping an eye out for unusual customers. Freshly pressed and washed after months of sitting in a drawer, Tallie wears cargo pants over a pair of shoes that she won't regret if she has to run through some mud, a jacket and tank top both black complete her, what she hopes, nondescript look. The jacket is just large enough to keep the blaster under wraps.<br />
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Hot on the heels of Nova is one Xenia Vala: post-Hosnian recruit from the Kanz sector. Her skills at the range are 'par', but her lifetime of skills on the street are what makes her a shoe-in here. She looks for all the world like another average jane, idly bopping to some song in her brain that makes her short head of inky curls go boppity-boop. For sure less refined in appearance than prettily noble Cole. <br />
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"Look at all this /stuff/" she waggles eager fingers just inches from a display case, but knows better than to leave a lasting mark. "This translator unit is almost pocket-sized!" So not quite petty thief candy, where she's from. But almost. She floats over to examine what Elrych has found, leaning in to cross those brown eyes in closeup admiration.<br />
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There was one person who loved shopping and that was the distinctive human-but-not Greeson Rais except he was in the possibly-unenvial position of hiding out on a rooftop in the distance with a longblaster the size of a small child. He was lying prone, targeting computer turned off, watching the street below. How had he gotten up here? Well, for a giant, he moved like a spider-monkey. "You have a guest," he murmured into his comm, tracking the approach of a figure heading towards the front door. "Male, suit and... that jacket fell out of vogue two years ago, my good man!" The comm static couldn't hide the distaste in his tone. "Doesn't look armed but that jacket could be hiding anything in that atrocious inner lining."<br />
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The customer walks into the place, and up to the shopkeeper. "Hey, what do you have on sale today?" he asks, then he smiles. He has on a nice brown jacket which is on the suit he wears of that color also. Meanwhile all of them can hear, Greeson can see also, that a speeder which is a transport comes to the front of the shop, parking. No one steps from the speeder, meanwhile inside Tallie can hear a sound which is a lot like a whir, spinning up. One of the droids then is on the floor while it falls from the rack. "Greetings friend," it says.<br />
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<Copy, I can see him now,> Nova whispers into her collar mic. <That's a very unfortunate shade of brown, too.><br />
She nods to Elrych, looking over the selection. "I see an uprated central processor over there, and a high-speed bus. Could be that's what you need to speed things up again."<br />
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She pauses, frowning. "Hear that?" she asks Elrych, peeking out the front window. "A transport just drove up in front of the shop. I didn't see anyone get out..."<br />
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She switches to her comlink. <Red, do you have eyes on a transport that just pulled up in front? If you can see it, does it have any markings?><br />
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She winces at the clatter of a droid falling to the floor, then... speaking? <We just had a droid activate in here; fell right onto the floor and started talking. Something's not right...><br />
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Aryn arrives at the shop just when the transport does. Rather than go inside, she remains outside having just received a 'holo-call.' She steps off to one side and places her hand to her ear, as if she's listening to the holo but she's simply listening to the comm-traffic back and forth. She doesn't state that she's outside, but she's there, waiting just in case.<br />
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Elrych cranes his neck a bit to look towards Nova is indicating. He's got his shades on so one can't really tell too much what he's looking at. He's got at least one eye on the guy who came in. Shaking his head he looks between Nova and Xenia, "Nah... I didn't hear anything." He reaches out with the force to see if maybe there's any kind of impending doom. For all he knows it's just a couple making out in there or someone doing their last bit of spice before hopping out to buy the hottest holo-converter. He narrows his brows, "Something is going to happen... All of us are being targeted." He whispers.<br />
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Keeping tabs on the group spread throughout the shop, Tallie has stopped near a droid with an expensive price tag discreetly posted next to its powered down body. She can see her face reflected back in its silvery body; she doesn't see the surprise on her face or her mouth drop open when one of the droids powers up not two droids down. It ratchets into life with a clatter that makes her reach for the pistol under her jacket, the noise makes heads turn. Pressing the com bead, <Not right, downright bad. Look at it. Combat model or I pilot Kimogilas><br />
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Xenia arches a brow as the brown suit goes walking past, but remains loitering around 'her' little endcap near the front of the store. She really /is/ diggin that translator droid mounted in case. Also, she's got a decent eye on the door from here and a patch of instant-cover, if things turn messy. The idling speeder is suspicious, sure, and she mutters into her own link. <<Don' suppose there's some elderly patron in here, awaitin a pickup? Fancy as it is, don't imagine this store has valet...>> a glance darts past a 'QUIK' machine lubricant display - a garland of single-use packets - toward Elrych. <br />
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<<Anyone who pilfers these pockets is gonna be mighty disappointed.>> Even if she knows that's /not/ what he meant.<br />
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"See, brown-on-brown is a crime against fashion, and... hold." Ooooh. "Confirmed, transport speeder just parked out front, no one leaving, no identifying markings. That's the getaway vehicle or I'm Ektor's mum," was Greeson's posh-but-backwater accent over the comms as he racked the charging lever on his sniper rifle. His big noisy bright sniper rifle. Why couldn't dark lasers be a thing? It'd certainly help for all these rooftop assassinations he liked to do. He gazed closer, identifying the doors, the engine block, the repulsors, everything he needed to make a boom. "I didn't bring my vehicle killer but I can disable this thing, though I warn you, it'll be louder than Life Day fireworks and more noticeable than Ektor's habit of leaving crumbs in my bed!"<br />
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From the back of the transport, the doors open up, five men step from it all in armor like they're with some elite team. None of them actually notice Greeson, while one of them moves to point his weapon at Aryn, "You," the masked voice says, "Tell us, are there more than just you here?" he asks. There's a swirl of a motion and he points to the shop which is where the team moves to as well.<br />
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Within, the customer speaks to the shopkeep, "We know what you're doing here," he then draws a blaster from the jacket then tries to shoot the owner. He doesn't manage to hit, then he turns to shoot at the others there, while a shot moves wild and strikes next to Nova into one of the droids. "On the floor now, or you're all about to be killed!" he exclaims. Then as he even says that, a few of the droids begin to activate, "Greetings friend, welcome to your new droid," while weapons begin to power on the droids, then they begin to fire into the other droids, as well as anyone that is standing.<br />
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When the shouting starts, Nova has the presence of mind to hit the ground. She claws her stun baton out of her shoulderbag; it's not exactly the idea weapon, but in the close quarters of the shop it'll hurt fewer people, and the ionic component of the stun setting should be useful against droids. She rolls under a display table, trying to figure out which droids are on their side and which are the enemy.<br />
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Aryn's first reaction was to touch her lightsaber that was below the concealing poncho she wore. Rather than go straight to violence, her second reaction was to rely on the Force. She did not detect malice from the people outside confronting her, but for safety, she engaged her personal deflector shield just in case. "Several of my friends are inside. You must help them. Get them out, quick!" She says, pointing!<br />
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Yeah, Elrych was totally going to be a hero. When the blaster sounded and he looks to see the smoking hole near Nova, the cocky Corellian smirked. Then turning towards the five entering, he doesn't duck at first. Instead he's about to reach out with the force and pull their guns away... He stops though, his smirk falling as he glances to the dorids now coming out and shooting. He drops to the ground and covers his head, reaching out to the force to help him evade and stray blaster fire. "WHO THE KRIF ARE THE BAD GUYS!?" It seemed very clear cut at first but now... now it was confusing him greatly.<br />
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Tallie finds herself crouched under a table not far from Nova who she shares a quick look with; it carries an entire conversation. In which one of the salient questions is: what is going on? Shooting a pistol from a belly down position doesn't work for her so she duck walks to look down the aisle and quickly tucks herself back in under the table, unable to distinguish friend from enemy.<br />
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"Oh sh..." When the room suddenly lights up with the festivity of warfare, Xenia jerks back behind that precious Translator display she was oggling. <<I don-->> The splintering crash of shattering glass coupled with sizzling plop of melted bits forces her to dive for the floor and rethink her cover strategy. This ain't cool. A mop of black curls peeps up from the floor-level shelf and one wide eye stares through the skeletal forms of droid legs toward the table across the way where Tallie and Nova are hiding. <<The trainers! The training dummies. Droids. I /think/ those are-->> a too-close blast motivates her to roll over and flatten out. <<not our friends.>><br />
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"Contact, five hostiles out of the transport." TranspawhT. That weird accent again. Gree's voice was calm but his blood was up, so it lacked his natural fussiness. "They're bothering our little lady..." what a white knight! "Or not..." he trailed off as, despite hearing all sorts of chaos within the shop, he noticed through the scope there was something up with the way Aryn and the gang were acting. Well, not so much 'up' as Gree was expecting a fight or resistance and he was seeing compliance. The confusion was enough to make him crave a cup of tea, and though a small thermos of tea sat near him he didn't dare drink from it, for the need to pay total attention was paramount. There was enough chaos going on that Greeson's next words over the comms were, "Advise exfiltration, too many unknown factors, and keep yourself silent Earbuds," Elrych, "or I swear I shall be very cross with you!" They were, after all, in character.<br />
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The shopkeep doesn't get hit by that shot from the customer, and as such he begins to take off to exit even as the five mercenaries come into the place, the one that was talking to Aryn just nodding before he does so. The shopkeep also takes a shot at the woman who is to him, in the way of his escape. The customer begins to follow chasing the man. As the five people open fire on the droids, two of them are taken to the floor, with only three of them to fire into the droids, managing to blast one of them. "Get out of this place, it's not safe!" the leader exclaims to what he sees as customers.<br />
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The droids begin to shoot wildly all about, though most of the others don't get hit, Xenia finds herself in range of one's targetting system. Then it points a blaster weapon at her also, "Greetings friend!" And it shoots right into her, striking the woman. In summary, the mercs with the elite gear seem to be engaging the droids, the droids seem to be engaging everyone. The shopkeeper's also being chased by the customer, it is up to the team to decide what they would like to do also.<br />
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<Best idea I've heard so far. Go for the training droids!> Nova coms to the squad. And that's about when one of the droids blasts the idea-haver, Xenia the tagalong.<br />
"Kid!" Nova exclaims, rather ironic considering the woman's probably older than she is. In her mind, she's already anticipating the worst: These droids seem to be using /lethal/ weapons, an override from their usual programming. After all, how do you learn if you're dead? But deeper down, The Sergeant just saw one of her people taken down by a treacherous enemy.<br />
And The Sergeant is quite beyond fury! With an ugly, gutteral howl, Nova dive-rolls from beneath the table, coming up under its chin with a smash of the sturdy stun baton. The droid stumbles back, crashing into its former display rack. The incensed soldier follows up with a jab straight to the vulnerable joint just above the collar of the machine's plastron, thumbing the stun setting on full power. The droid dances and jerks, sparks flying from its collar, and it collapses to the floor, smoking.<br />
The Sergeant (never mind that she's a Flight Officer 3C) whirls, snarling, looking for her next target, the baton sparking in her hand.<br />
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Aryn steps out of the way only to get /in/ the way of the storekeeper who is fleeing. She stumbles to one side only to realize the storekeeper is running away from the customer who is holding a blaster! Aryn gently raises her hand and influences the Force to pluck the man up and toss him against the speeder HARD. It should not be enough to kill him, but he's not likely to run anymore! <<"I have one down outside..">><br />
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Elrych watches as the blaster shot slams into Xenia, his eyes widening a bit as the violence unfolds. His hairs stand on his back as a blaster bolt strikes and sparks a bit away from him. "ENOUGH!" He yells, not having time to comment to Greeson about the earbuds and him being quiet. He reaches out with a closed fist towards the droid that shot at him and then flicks his middle finger, sending the droid through the wall violently, thunder clapping loudly as he does so. "Nova! Tend to Xenia!" He then stands, pushing had to his feet and running like a speed demon, "I'm on the Shop Keep!" He slams out of the door, looking to take in the scene out side. He notices Aryn take down the Customer, "No! The shopkeep!" He points towards the man he's running after, hot on his trail.<br />
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"Well, drek that," Tallie exclaims with disgust as a shot whizzes by her. Leaning out with her blaster she makes two wild shots before falling back.<br />
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The ominous 'click-clack' of droid feet over unfeeling tile goes unheard as it comes up on Xenia's six. Walking death, masked by the shrieking streaks of blasterfire. She hears it too late, but that moment she does feels frozen in time. 'Greetings Friend.' Expressive brown eyes, locked in a sideways almost-stare with the motion of her comrades across the aisle, are suddenly made wider still. All trace of snark fades from her Lorrdian features and the brown skin smoothes into a mask of stoic acceptance. <br />
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Yup. This is it. <br />
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The raising of palms in proclammation of innocence is but a reflex - useless and stupid against the point blank discharging of well-charged plasma. Red flash. Hot whiff of ozone. <br />
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Those knuckles drop limply back to the shop floor, framing her frazzled splay of curls. Whenever Nova looks next down at her supine form, there'll be a glassy-eyed stare meeting her gaze. IS she alive? It's going to take a miracle to make it so. The smoldering crater carving through her central, descending aorta (midline of body) says as much.<br />
<br />
"Leg," was the quiet called shot from Greeson Rais, buildings away, before he took it. The EZ-Snap lacked a stun setting, which would have made this a lot easier. But that guy needed to be stopped and he needed to be stopped right now. The customer impacted into the speeder at the same time Greeson's rifle erupted. The sharp lance of light carved through the shopkeep's hip, as Greeson's training for center mass had been far too good and not even he could counter that, separating the man from his leg and causing him to go careening to the ground.<br />
<br />
There was a sickening crack.<br />
<br />
Having impacted face-first against a rock, the shopkeeper found his neck twisted into an unsurvivable position, so he clearly didn't. Greeson took a moment to assess the situation before he came out with, "...bastard! Relocating." With years of experience in dismantling in moving in a hurry, he split his rifle into its two component pieces and returned it to his bag, snagged his climbing rope, his tea thermos (which he chugged on liberally) and made for his escape route.<br />
<br />
The merceneries keep on shooting at the droids which shoot back as well, blaster fire sounds within the place, then the droids begin to power away from the weapons, while two of them begin to speak, "Initiating protocol 61, third party program found." It is then that they begin to spin up with the program, and it becomes pretty obvious to those there, "A self destruct! Get out of this place!" the mercenary leader exclaims, though he moves to pick up Xenia to assist with whichever of the others will, so they can bring her onto the street.<br />
<br />
The customer is then picked up by the Force and meets the speeder while he is rolling onto his back, "Not me, get him!" he points to the shopkeep, when he sees the blaster strike his leg, then he looks like he's satisfied, although he sees that it looks like things didn't go too well for him. Before he's killed, he does call back to the others, "For Rori!", and the shopkeep is then in pieces, all over the whole of the street. Aryn manages to keep from being covered in it as well. It looks like he had a switch prepared also.<br />
<br />
Aryn is following the more experienced Nova Korell when she says the place is about to blow! The moment they reach a safe distance, Aryn's attention goes to Xenia, where she draws upon her influence over the force to channel an unseen energy into the woman's body. It is a sustaining energy that keeps her from dying out right, but in order to properly save her life, Aryn will have to focus on stabilizing her if she's got any chance of walking away. It's the work of a miracle, but Aryn manages to save her only after exhausting the medical supplies she carries in her satchel.<br />
<br />
Elrych skids to a stop as the blaster bolt strikes his prey, the man cracking his head against a rock and dieing. "Stang!" He says leaning over, hands on his knees, "For Kriff sakes!" He shakes his head. "Guys... I'd get the KRIFF out of there! He did some werid suicide bomber drek out here. Like, thumb on the button I'mma get 20,000 virgins in the afterlife drek!" He looks back towards the store, moving back towards Aryn as he awaits the explosion. "Xenia got shot real bad." He comments to her, "Help her if you can." He is sort of pleading. He places his hands in front of him and tried all his best to do that one thing he did that one time. THe shield, that saved those from the explosion on the ship that was trapped. Half of the blue wall forms, before his concentration breaks and he can't take it anymore. He falls to he rump, breathing heavily and sweating, unable to contain the explosion. Though the Doc is already on it all the Jedi Initiate can do is watch the place explode.<br />
<br />
The message comes over coms for the group to get the drek out of Rori. Tallie is up and running crouched, dodging as much as the narrow aisle allows her. She bursts out the front door, behind her the store strobes with light as the timed bomb ignites. With a nearly controlled crash and roll she skids across the sidewalk. "Well, ouch."<br />
<br />
There's an ignition, and it looks like a part of the shop is taken from within by the explosion. With all that being said, it doesn't extend beyond entrance to the place. The mercenaries look to the place the shopkeeper was, then looks over to the others that are coming from the shop also. The leader motions for his other friends to get into the transport, while he walks up into it also. He waves to the team, "You all, I trust you to not go to the police about this. Follow the trail," he then steps back into the speeder.<br />
<br />
Aryn is managing to save Xenia, then it looks like a part of the shop has flames that are lightly shifting about. One of those people from earlier, one that was taken to the floor by the droid comes from the entrance covered in crimson, while he leans back, speaking to those that are there. "The pirates, you can't let them win, we followed all of them here, to their group on Naboo. They want to... The technology, they want to use it to create another revolution, one to destroy technology. Their slicer, I've not seen anyone like him," he says. Then, he's away, like that. There's a computer which survived part of the whole explosion, which is next to the team, for whichever one of them would like to pick it up also.</div>Merekhttp://www.swaoa-mush.com/index.php?title=Merek&diff=11525Merek2019-07-25T15:26:30Z<p>Merek: </p>
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<div>{{CharacterBox<br />
| Portrait=[[File:Merek.jpg|250px]]<br />
| FullName=Merek Black<br />
| Title=&nbsp; Knight<br />
| Race=Human<br />
| Ship=<br />
}}<br />
<br />
=<center>Background</center>=<br />
<br />
<center>Merek was with the Coruscanti Nobles. He's located upon Nar Shaddaa, also as a civilian that travels to planets as a Knight of House Black. It would seem that his family is that of Merchants, as well as Military. His former titles are known as that Duke upon Coruscant in addition to being Knight too. He seems to also have an interest in tech as well as being quite a skilled pilot with ships. The Order took the assets of the House, so they moved to Tatooine and also, keep their titles. The assets move to Naboo as the Resistance wins the planet, while it works to rebuild. Merek takes up the name of the Duke also. The family works towards creating more House friends while upon the planet also.</center><br><br />
<br />
=<center>Relationships</center>=<br />
<br />
<center><br />
{| class="wikitable collapsible collapsed"<br />
|-<br />
!<br />
!<br />
|- style="vertical-align: top;"<br />
|-<br />
|[[Idan Jensa|Idan Jensa]] <br />
| The owner of the Union. A nice man that is often there to assist the merchants of the Union. Knows people.<br />
|-<br />
|[[Tylin Creel|Tylin Creel]] <br />
| I don't know a lot about the woman although she seems to be nice as well also. Corellian Rangers founder.<br />
|- <br />
|}<br />
</center><br />
<br><br />
<br />
=<center>Gallery</center>=<br />
<br />
<center>[[File:Frost.png|180px]][[File:Keywork.jpg|183px]][[File:Frost.png|180px]]</center><br />
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[[Category:Civilians]] [[Category:Resistance]]</div>Merekhttp://www.swaoa-mush.com/index.php?title=The_Resistance&diff=11524The Resistance2019-07-25T15:18:09Z<p>Merek: </p>
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<div>''"...there's a splinter of the Republic military that...that feels the Republic isn't taking certain threats as seriously as they maybe ought to be taking them. Specifically the threat posed by the First Order."''<br><br />
- Poe Dameron<br />
<br />
{{image|http://i.imgur.com/awyJXTl.jpg|700px}}<br />
<br />
<br />
== From the Ashes of Rebellion ==<br />
<br />
The Resistance is a small private force created by Princess Leia Organa to keep watch on the movements of the First Order.<br/> Though she petitioned the New Republic government for support, she found the politics of the Senate too slow and too mired in self-interest to be of any help. The New Republic tolerateed the Resistance, though it was wary of risking war with the First Order, right up until the Hosnian Cataclysm.<br />
<br />
The upper levels of the Resistance consist primarily of veterans of the Galactic Civil War who have remained loyal to Princess Leia Organa. Many of the New Republic politicians who rebuilt the Senate thought the best way to preserve peace was to disband the galactic-scale military forces that had become the norm since the Clone Wars. This left many skilled veterans without commands. When Leia began organizing a Resistance to stand watch against the militarized rise of the First Order, these old rebels were ready for the fight.<br />
<br />
A secret detachment was been assigned to the Smuggler's moon known as Nar Shaddaa. Known as [[Kath Hounds|The Kath Hounds]] they were located in a hidden base known as Hound Base. <br />
<br />
Until the First Order found them. <br />
<br />
Operating out of the frigate <i>Renegade</i>, the Resistance kept up its hit and run opposition to the First Order across many months and systems, until the Liberation of Naboo, which allowed the creation of Beacon Outpost on the moon of Rori.<br />
<br/><br />
<br/><br />
<br />
==The Military==<br />
[[image:Resistance-x-wing.jpeg|center|210px]]<br />
<br />
An organized group, the Resistance has a designated rank system for members in both the Resistance army and navy.<br><br><br />
<br />
Militarily, the Resistance was forced to make do with outdated and aging equipment unlike the New Republic, and was so undermanned that most of its personnel were forced to do double duty as scanner technicians, droid programmers, starship mechanics and regular foot soldiers. <br><br><br />
<br />
Many of the youngest kids were used to fill out the ranks of the Starfighter Corps, and were recruited from local planetary defense forces. Spirited and idealistic, many of the pilots formed a close-knit bond, and were eager to bring the fight to the First Order. As a symbol in their struggle against the First Order, the Resistance adopted the starbird once used by the Rebel Alliance. The symbol adorns the helmets of Resistance starfighter pilots.<br><br><br />
Owing to its lessened pool of manpower, the Resistance placed a greater emphasis on treating the wounded and returning them to duty, and as a result finding medical equipment was a high priority. Resistance troopers commonly utilized the BlasTech EL-16HFE blaster rifle, and were ferried into combat on Resistance transports, which were heavily modified transports assembled from varying vessels from previous wars. Gian-211 patrol speeders and an army of droids helped keep the Resistance up and running, with many robotic workers given more responsibility and independence than elsewhere in the galaxy and seen as more than just droids, which was a continuation of the ideas of the Rebel Alliance. Many protocols of the Rebel Alliance also remained in use, with code K-one-zero signaling the evacuation of a base, which was most notably used during the Battle of Hoth.<br />
<br />
== The Best Starfighter Pilots in the Galaxy ==<br />
<br />
{{image|http://i.imgur.com/CN2rawQ.jpg|900px}}<br />
<br />
==Flight Ops/Naval Forces==<br />
With various assets and some of the best pilots in the galaxy on hand, no mission for them is too big or too small. Intercept, ground support or humanitarian supply, these folk can get the job done. And they do it very well.<br />
<br />
{| class="wikitable collapsible collapsed"<br />
|- style="text-align:center;"<br />
|-<br />
!Name<br />
!Rank<br />
!Position<br />
!Score<br />
!Image<br />
|-<br />
|[[Poe Dameron|Poe Dameron]]<br />
|Major<br />
|SFC: Black 1<br />
| <br />
| [[File:poe_profile.jpg|75px]]<br />
|-<br />
<br />
|-<br />
|[[Snap Wexley|Temmin "Snap" Wexley]]<br />
|Captain<br />
|SFC: Black 2<br />
| <br />
| {{Image|http://i.imgur.com/3xovTCE.jpg|75px}}<br />
|-<br />
<br />
|-<br />
|[[Jessika Pava|Jessika Pava]]<br />
|Captain<br />
|SFC: Black 3<br />
| <br />
| {{Image|http://i.imgur.com/TSNcIoc.png|75px}}<br />
|-<br />
<br />
<br />
|-<br />
|[[Karas Darkwing|Karas Darkwing]]<br />
|Captain<br />
|SFC: Black 4<br />
| <br />
| [[Image:TFF%2B2009%2BPortrait%2BStudio%2BDIRECTV%2BTribeca%2BPress%2B1PtxzWlM2psl.jpg|75px]]<br />
|-<br />
<br />
|-<br />
|[[Tallissan Lintra|Tallie Lintra]]<br />
|Captain<br />
|SFC: Black 5<br />
| <br />
| {{Image|https://i.imgur.com/6izhuRB.jpg|75px}}<br />
|-<br />
<br />
-<br />
|[[Ektor|Ektor-Xer Apollyon]]<br />
|Lieutenant<br />
|SFC: Black 6<br />
| Math is dumb<br />
| [[File:Ektor1.jpg|75px]]<br />
|-<br />
<br />
|-<br />
|[[Kare Kun]]<br />
|Lieutenant, Junior Grade<br />
|SFC: Black 7<br />
|<br />
|[[File:Kareprof.jpg|75px]]<br />
|-<br />
<br />
|-<br />
|[[Miri Sakir]]<br />
|Flight Officer<br />
|SFC: Black 8<br />
|<br />
|{{Image|https://i.imgur.com/3zrgj5i.png|75px}}<br />
|-<br />
|[[Callax Dalso]]<br />
|Flight Officer 2nd Class<br />
|SFC: Black 10<br />
|<br />
|<br />
|-<br />
<br />
|-<br />
|[[Fiora Diaz]]<br />
|Flight Officer 3rd Class<br />
|SFC: Black 9<br />
|<br />
|[[image:Fiora_Diaz.jpeg|75px]]<br />
|-<br />
<br />
|-<br />
|[[Nova Korell]]<br />
|Flight Officer 3rd Class<br />
|SFC: Black 11<br />
|<br />
|<br />
|-<br />
<br />
|-<br />
|[[Elrych Cometburn]]<br />
|Jedi<br />
|SFC: Black 12<br />
|<br />
|[[image:elrychjacket.jpg|75px]]<br />
|-<br />
<br />
|-<br />
|[[Zandra naMuriel]]<br />
|Jedi<br />
|SFC: Blue 2<br />
|<br />
|<br />
|-<br />
<br />
|-<br />
|[[Merek|Merek]]<br />
|Cadet<br />
|SFC: Red 6<br />
|<br />
|[[image:Merek.jpg|75px]]<br />
|-<br />
<br />
|-<br />
|[[Calevaro]]<br />
|Cadet<br />
|SFC: Red 7<br />
|<br />
|<br />
|-<br />
<br />
|-<br />
|[[Zonk]]<br />
|Cadet<br />
|SFC: Red 8<br />
|<br />
|<br />
|-<br />
<br />
|}<br />
<br />
==Army==<br />
Idle hands are the devil's workshop. <br />
<br />
When the Republic became too trusting of precariously bartered peace between itself and the Empire, and began dismantling the Army's special forces, the doers of the military's dirtier work became idle hands. With them, a malcontent Leia shaped the foundation of her own army. It's small. It's scrappy. It's command conferences might resemble the geriatric ward of a medbay, but dammit, they aren't ready to roll over and retire yet. The bulk of the boots are filled by a younger generation, one reared on stories and legends of the heroic times their parents and grandparents lived through. Fought through. Now they, too, are answering a General's call to arms. To Resist.<br />
<br />
Ground forces are composed of a variety of talents. Demolitions specialists, riflemen, scouts, undercover operatives, medical officers, social workers, machinists, technicians, culinary 'experts', and even janitorial staff. People from all walks of life can find a way to serve the cause and contribute to the daunting task of exposing the cryptic First Order for the evil that it is. As with the Starfighter Corps, Army operations have been executed on small scale, relying heavily on hit-and-run tactics to thwart FO aggression, raid FO supplies, perform recon, or embark on search-and-rescue ops. The two branches work closely together, rely heavily upon one another, and it's not unheard of for there to be overlap of personnel.<br />
<br />
{| class="wikitable collapsible collapsed"<br />
|- style="text-align:center;"<br />
|-<br />
!Name<br />
!Rank<br />
!Position<br />
!Killboard #<br />
!Image<br />
|-<br />
|[[Leia Organa|Leia Organa]]<br />
|General<br />
|Command<br />
|<br />
|<br />
|-<br />
|[[Ambrosia Greystorm|Ambrosia Greystorm]]<br />
|Brigadier General<br />
|Command<br />
|Classified<br />
| [[image:Amber5.jpg|75px]]<br />
|-<br />
|[[Sar Yavok]]<br />
|Lt. Colonel<br />
|Army<br />
|Too many to count<br />
| [[image:Sar_10.jpg|75px]]<br />
|-<br />
|[[Atridusk|Atridusk]]<br />
|Private<br />
|Army<br />
|People upon my list.<br />
|-<br />
|[[Greeson Rais]]<br />
|Private<br />
|Army<br />
|<br />
|<br />
|-<br />
|}<br />
<br />
== Memorial ==<br />
<br />
Those that gave it all in sacrifice to the cause of the Resistance. They are remembered as heroes!<br />
<br />
{| class="wikitable collapsible collapsed"<br />
|- style="text-align:center;"<br />
|-<br />
!Name<br />
!Rank<br />
!Position<br />
!Killboard #<br />
!Image<br />
|-<br />
|[[Devii|Devii Keva]]<br />
|2nd Lieutenant <br />
|Army<br />
|More than you<br />
|[[image:devii3.jpg|100px]]<br />
|-<br />
|[[Jaya Kassis|Jaya Kassis]]<br />
|Master Chief<br />
|Army<br />
|Unknown<br />
||[[image:Jaya.jpeg|100px]]<br />
|-<br />
|[[Tess Ul'Datha]]<br />
|Master Sergeant<br />
|Army<br />
|If it bleeds, I can kill it.<br />
| [[image:Tess1.png|75px]]<br />
<br />
|-<br />
|}<br />
<br />
== Logs ==<br />
{| class="wikitable collapsible collapsed"<br />
|- style="vertical-align: top;"<br />
|<div class="SWAOACharBoxLogs" style="max-height: 400px; overflow: scroll;">{{#dpl:resultsheader=<hr/>'''Our Missions'''<br/>|suppresserrors=true|namespace=Log|ordermethod=firstedit|order=descending|linksto={{PAGENAME}}}}</div><br />
|}<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
[[Category:Organizations]]</div>Merekhttp://www.swaoa-mush.com/index.php?title=The_Resistance&diff=11523The Resistance2019-07-25T15:17:38Z<p>Merek: </p>
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<div>''"...there's a splinter of the Republic military that...that feels the Republic isn't taking certain threats as seriously as they maybe ought to be taking them. Specifically the threat posed by the First Order."''<br><br />
- Poe Dameron<br />
<br />
{{image|http://i.imgur.com/awyJXTl.jpg|700px}}<br />
<br />
<br />
== From the Ashes of Rebellion ==<br />
<br />
The Resistance is a small private force created by Princess Leia Organa to keep watch on the movements of the First Order.<br/> Though she petitioned the New Republic government for support, she found the politics of the Senate too slow and too mired in self-interest to be of any help. The New Republic tolerateed the Resistance, though it was wary of risking war with the First Order, right up until the Hosnian Cataclysm.<br />
<br />
The upper levels of the Resistance consist primarily of veterans of the Galactic Civil War who have remained loyal to Princess Leia Organa. Many of the New Republic politicians who rebuilt the Senate thought the best way to preserve peace was to disband the galactic-scale military forces that had become the norm since the Clone Wars. This left many skilled veterans without commands. When Leia began organizing a Resistance to stand watch against the militarized rise of the First Order, these old rebels were ready for the fight.<br />
<br />
A secret detachment was been assigned to the Smuggler's moon known as Nar Shaddaa. Known as [[Kath Hounds|The Kath Hounds]] they were located in a hidden base known as Hound Base. <br />
<br />
Until the First Order found them. <br />
<br />
Operating out of the frigate <i>Renegade</i>, the Resistance kept up its hit and run opposition to the First Order across many months and systems, until the Liberation of Naboo, which allowed the creation of Beacon Outpost on the moon of Rori.<br />
<br/><br />
<br/><br />
<br />
==The Military==<br />
[[image:Resistance-x-wing.jpeg|center|210px]]<br />
<br />
An organized group, the Resistance has a designated rank system for members in both the Resistance army and navy.<br><br><br />
<br />
Militarily, the Resistance was forced to make do with outdated and aging equipment unlike the New Republic, and was so undermanned that most of its personnel were forced to do double duty as scanner technicians, droid programmers, starship mechanics and regular foot soldiers. <br><br><br />
<br />
Many of the youngest kids were used to fill out the ranks of the Starfighter Corps, and were recruited from local planetary defense forces. Spirited and idealistic, many of the pilots formed a close-knit bond, and were eager to bring the fight to the First Order. As a symbol in their struggle against the First Order, the Resistance adopted the starbird once used by the Rebel Alliance. The symbol adorns the helmets of Resistance starfighter pilots.<br><br><br />
Owing to its lessened pool of manpower, the Resistance placed a greater emphasis on treating the wounded and returning them to duty, and as a result finding medical equipment was a high priority. Resistance troopers commonly utilized the BlasTech EL-16HFE blaster rifle, and were ferried into combat on Resistance transports, which were heavily modified transports assembled from varying vessels from previous wars. Gian-211 patrol speeders and an army of droids helped keep the Resistance up and running, with many robotic workers given more responsibility and independence than elsewhere in the galaxy and seen as more than just droids, which was a continuation of the ideas of the Rebel Alliance. Many protocols of the Rebel Alliance also remained in use, with code K-one-zero signaling the evacuation of a base, which was most notably used during the Battle of Hoth.<br />
<br />
== The Best Starfighter Pilots in the Galaxy ==<br />
<br />
{{image|http://i.imgur.com/CN2rawQ.jpg|900px}}<br />
<br />
==Flight Ops/Naval Forces==<br />
With various assets and some of the best pilots in the galaxy on hand, no mission for them is too big or too small. Intercept, ground support or humanitarian supply, these folk can get the job done. And they do it very well.<br />
<br />
{| class="wikitable collapsible collapsed"<br />
|- style="text-align:center;"<br />
|-<br />
!Name<br />
!Rank<br />
!Position<br />
!Score<br />
!Image<br />
|-<br />
|[[Poe Dameron|Poe Dameron]]<br />
|Major<br />
|SFC: Black 1<br />
| <br />
| [[File:poe_profile.jpg|75px]]<br />
|-<br />
<br />
|-<br />
|[[Snap Wexley|Temmin "Snap" Wexley]]<br />
|Captain<br />
|SFC: Black 2<br />
| <br />
| {{Image|http://i.imgur.com/3xovTCE.jpg|75px}}<br />
|-<br />
<br />
|-<br />
|[[Jessika Pava|Jessika Pava]]<br />
|Captain<br />
|SFC: Black 3<br />
| <br />
| {{Image|http://i.imgur.com/TSNcIoc.png|75px}}<br />
|-<br />
<br />
<br />
|-<br />
|[[Karas Darkwing|Karas Darkwing]]<br />
|Captain<br />
|SFC: Black 4<br />
| <br />
| [[Image:TFF%2B2009%2BPortrait%2BStudio%2BDIRECTV%2BTribeca%2BPress%2B1PtxzWlM2psl.jpg|75px]]<br />
|-<br />
<br />
|-<br />
|[[Tallissan Lintra|Tallie Lintra]]<br />
|Captain<br />
|SFC: Black 5<br />
| <br />
| {{Image|https://i.imgur.com/6izhuRB.jpg|75px}}<br />
|-<br />
<br />
-<br />
|[[Ektor|Ektor-Xer Apollyon]]<br />
|Lieutenant<br />
|SFC: Black 6<br />
| Math is dumb<br />
| [[File:Ektor1.jpg|75px]]<br />
|-<br />
<br />
|-<br />
|[[Kare Kun]]<br />
|Lieutenant, Junior Grade<br />
|SFC: Black 7<br />
|<br />
|[[File:Kareprof.jpg|75px]]<br />
|-<br />
<br />
|-<br />
|[[Miri Sakir]]<br />
|Flight Officer<br />
|SFC: Black 8<br />
|<br />
|{{Image|https://i.imgur.com/3zrgj5i.png|75px}}<br />
|-<br />
|[[Callax Dalso]]<br />
|Flight Officer 2nd Class<br />
|SFC: Black 10<br />
|<br />
|<br />
|-<br />
<br />
|-<br />
|[[Fiora Diaz]]<br />
|Flight Officer 3rd Class<br />
|SFC: Black 9<br />
|<br />
|[[image:Fiora_Diaz.jpeg|75px]]<br />
|-<br />
<br />
|-<br />
|[[Nova Korell]]<br />
|Flight Officer 3rd Class<br />
|SFC: Black 11<br />
|<br />
|<br />
|-<br />
<br />
|-<br />
|[[Elrych Cometburn]]<br />
|Jedi<br />
|SFC: Black 12<br />
|<br />
|[[image:elrychjacket.jpg|75px]]<br />
|-<br />
<br />
|-<br />
|[[Zandra naMuriel]]<br />
|Jedi<br />
|SFC: Blue 2<br />
|<br />
|<br />
|-<br />
<br />
|-<br />
|[[Merek|Merek]]<br />
|Cadet<br />
|SFC: Red 6<br />
|<br />
|[[image:Merek.jpg|75px]]<br />
|-<br />
<br />
|-<br />
|[[Calevaro]]<br />
|Cadet<br />
|SFC: Black 7<br />
|<br />
|<br />
|-<br />
<br />
|-<br />
|[[Zonk]]<br />
|Cadet<br />
|SFC: Black 8<br />
|<br />
|<br />
|-<br />
<br />
|}<br />
<br />
==Army==<br />
Idle hands are the devil's workshop. <br />
<br />
When the Republic became too trusting of precariously bartered peace between itself and the Empire, and began dismantling the Army's special forces, the doers of the military's dirtier work became idle hands. With them, a malcontent Leia shaped the foundation of her own army. It's small. It's scrappy. It's command conferences might resemble the geriatric ward of a medbay, but dammit, they aren't ready to roll over and retire yet. The bulk of the boots are filled by a younger generation, one reared on stories and legends of the heroic times their parents and grandparents lived through. Fought through. Now they, too, are answering a General's call to arms. To Resist.<br />
<br />
Ground forces are composed of a variety of talents. Demolitions specialists, riflemen, scouts, undercover operatives, medical officers, social workers, machinists, technicians, culinary 'experts', and even janitorial staff. People from all walks of life can find a way to serve the cause and contribute to the daunting task of exposing the cryptic First Order for the evil that it is. As with the Starfighter Corps, Army operations have been executed on small scale, relying heavily on hit-and-run tactics to thwart FO aggression, raid FO supplies, perform recon, or embark on search-and-rescue ops. The two branches work closely together, rely heavily upon one another, and it's not unheard of for there to be overlap of personnel.<br />
<br />
{| class="wikitable collapsible collapsed"<br />
|- style="text-align:center;"<br />
|-<br />
!Name<br />
!Rank<br />
!Position<br />
!Killboard #<br />
!Image<br />
|-<br />
|[[Leia Organa|Leia Organa]]<br />
|General<br />
|Command<br />
|<br />
|<br />
|-<br />
|[[Ambrosia Greystorm|Ambrosia Greystorm]]<br />
|Brigadier General<br />
|Command<br />
|Classified<br />
| [[image:Amber5.jpg|75px]]<br />
|-<br />
|[[Sar Yavok]]<br />
|Lt. Colonel<br />
|Army<br />
|Too many to count<br />
| [[image:Sar_10.jpg|75px]]<br />
|-<br />
|[[Atridusk|Atridusk]]<br />
|Private<br />
|Army<br />
|People upon my list.<br />
|-<br />
|[[Greeson Rais]]<br />
|Private<br />
|Army<br />
|<br />
|<br />
|-<br />
|}<br />
<br />
== Memorial ==<br />
<br />
Those that gave it all in sacrifice to the cause of the Resistance. They are remembered as heroes!<br />
<br />
{| class="wikitable collapsible collapsed"<br />
|- style="text-align:center;"<br />
|-<br />
!Name<br />
!Rank<br />
!Position<br />
!Killboard #<br />
!Image<br />
|-<br />
|[[Devii|Devii Keva]]<br />
|2nd Lieutenant <br />
|Army<br />
|More than you<br />
|[[image:devii3.jpg|100px]]<br />
|-<br />
|[[Jaya Kassis|Jaya Kassis]]<br />
|Master Chief<br />
|Army<br />
|Unknown<br />
||[[image:Jaya.jpeg|100px]]<br />
|-<br />
|[[Tess Ul'Datha]]<br />
|Master Sergeant<br />
|Army<br />
|If it bleeds, I can kill it.<br />
| [[image:Tess1.png|75px]]<br />
<br />
|-<br />
|}<br />
<br />
== Logs ==<br />
{| class="wikitable collapsible collapsed"<br />
|- style="vertical-align: top;"<br />
|<div class="SWAOACharBoxLogs" style="max-height: 400px; overflow: scroll;">{{#dpl:resultsheader=<hr/>'''Our Missions'''<br/>|suppresserrors=true|namespace=Log|ordermethod=firstedit|order=descending|linksto={{PAGENAME}}}}</div><br />
|}<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
[[Category:Organizations]]</div>Merekhttp://www.swaoa-mush.com/index.php?title=The_Resistance&diff=11522The Resistance2019-07-25T15:13:35Z<p>Merek: </p>
<hr />
<div>''"...there's a splinter of the Republic military that...that feels the Republic isn't taking certain threats as seriously as they maybe ought to be taking them. Specifically the threat posed by the First Order."''<br><br />
- Poe Dameron<br />
<br />
{{image|http://i.imgur.com/awyJXTl.jpg|700px}}<br />
<br />
<br />
== From the Ashes of Rebellion ==<br />
<br />
The Resistance is a small private force created by Princess Leia Organa to keep watch on the movements of the First Order.<br/> Though she petitioned the New Republic government for support, she found the politics of the Senate too slow and too mired in self-interest to be of any help. The New Republic tolerateed the Resistance, though it was wary of risking war with the First Order, right up until the Hosnian Cataclysm.<br />
<br />
The upper levels of the Resistance consist primarily of veterans of the Galactic Civil War who have remained loyal to Princess Leia Organa. Many of the New Republic politicians who rebuilt the Senate thought the best way to preserve peace was to disband the galactic-scale military forces that had become the norm since the Clone Wars. This left many skilled veterans without commands. When Leia began organizing a Resistance to stand watch against the militarized rise of the First Order, these old rebels were ready for the fight.<br />
<br />
A secret detachment was been assigned to the Smuggler's moon known as Nar Shaddaa. Known as [[Kath Hounds|The Kath Hounds]] they were located in a hidden base known as Hound Base. <br />
<br />
Until the First Order found them. <br />
<br />
Operating out of the frigate <i>Renegade</i>, the Resistance kept up its hit and run opposition to the First Order across many months and systems, until the Liberation of Naboo, which allowed the creation of Beacon Outpost on the moon of Rori.<br />
<br/><br />
<br/><br />
<br />
==The Military==<br />
[[image:Resistance-x-wing.jpeg|center|210px]]<br />
<br />
An organized group, the Resistance has a designated rank system for members in both the Resistance army and navy.<br><br><br />
<br />
Militarily, the Resistance was forced to make do with outdated and aging equipment unlike the New Republic, and was so undermanned that most of its personnel were forced to do double duty as scanner technicians, droid programmers, starship mechanics and regular foot soldiers. <br><br><br />
<br />
Many of the youngest kids were used to fill out the ranks of the Starfighter Corps, and were recruited from local planetary defense forces. Spirited and idealistic, many of the pilots formed a close-knit bond, and were eager to bring the fight to the First Order. As a symbol in their struggle against the First Order, the Resistance adopted the starbird once used by the Rebel Alliance. The symbol adorns the helmets of Resistance starfighter pilots.<br><br><br />
Owing to its lessened pool of manpower, the Resistance placed a greater emphasis on treating the wounded and returning them to duty, and as a result finding medical equipment was a high priority. Resistance troopers commonly utilized the BlasTech EL-16HFE blaster rifle, and were ferried into combat on Resistance transports, which were heavily modified transports assembled from varying vessels from previous wars. Gian-211 patrol speeders and an army of droids helped keep the Resistance up and running, with many robotic workers given more responsibility and independence than elsewhere in the galaxy and seen as more than just droids, which was a continuation of the ideas of the Rebel Alliance. Many protocols of the Rebel Alliance also remained in use, with code K-one-zero signaling the evacuation of a base, which was most notably used during the Battle of Hoth.<br />
<br />
== The Best Starfighter Pilots in the Galaxy ==<br />
<br />
{{image|http://i.imgur.com/CN2rawQ.jpg|900px}}<br />
<br />
==Flight Ops/Naval Forces==<br />
With various assets and some of the best pilots in the galaxy on hand, no mission for them is too big or too small. Intercept, ground support or humanitarian supply, these folk can get the job done. And they do it very well.<br />
<br />
{| class="wikitable collapsible collapsed"<br />
|- style="text-align:center;"<br />
|-<br />
!Name<br />
!Rank<br />
!Position<br />
!Score<br />
!Image<br />
|-<br />
|[[Poe Dameron|Poe Dameron]]<br />
|Major<br />
|SFC: Black 1<br />
| <br />
| [[File:poe_profile.jpg|75px]]<br />
|-<br />
<br />
|-<br />
|[[Snap Wexley|Temmin "Snap" Wexley]]<br />
|Captain<br />
|SFC: Black 2<br />
| <br />
| {{Image|http://i.imgur.com/3xovTCE.jpg|75px}}<br />
|-<br />
<br />
|-<br />
|[[Jessika Pava|Jessika Pava]]<br />
|Captain<br />
|SFC: Black 3<br />
| <br />
| {{Image|http://i.imgur.com/TSNcIoc.png|75px}}<br />
|-<br />
<br />
<br />
|-<br />
|[[Karas Darkwing|Karas Darkwing]]<br />
|Captain<br />
|SFC: Black 4<br />
| <br />
| [[Image:TFF%2B2009%2BPortrait%2BStudio%2BDIRECTV%2BTribeca%2BPress%2B1PtxzWlM2psl.jpg|75px]]<br />
|-<br />
<br />
|-<br />
|[[Tallissan Lintra|Tallie Lintra]]<br />
|Captain<br />
|SFC: Black 5<br />
| <br />
| {{Image|https://i.imgur.com/6izhuRB.jpg|75px}}<br />
|-<br />
<br />
-<br />
|[[Ektor|Ektor-Xer Apollyon]]<br />
|Lieutenant<br />
|SFC: Black 6<br />
| Math is dumb<br />
| [[File:Ektor1.jpg|75px]]<br />
|-<br />
<br />
|-<br />
|[[Kare Kun]]<br />
|Lieutenant, Junior Grade<br />
|SFC: Black 7<br />
|<br />
|[[File:Kareprof.jpg|75px]]<br />
|-<br />
<br />
|-<br />
|[[Miri Sakir]]<br />
|Flight Officer<br />
|SFC: Black 8<br />
|<br />
|{{Image|https://i.imgur.com/3zrgj5i.png|75px}}<br />
|-<br />
|[[Callax Dalso]]<br />
|Flight Officer 2nd Class<br />
|SFC: Black 10<br />
|<br />
|<br />
|-<br />
<br />
|-<br />
|[[Fiora Diaz]]<br />
|Flight Officer 3rd Class<br />
|SFC: Black 9<br />
|<br />
|[[image:Fiora_Diaz.jpeg|75px]]<br />
|-<br />
<br />
|-<br />
|[[Nova Korell]]<br />
|Flight Officer 3rd Class<br />
|SFC: Black 11<br />
|<br />
|<br />
|-<br />
<br />
|-<br />
|[[Elrych Cometburn]]<br />
|Jedi<br />
|SFC: Black 12<br />
|<br />
|[[image:elrychjacket.jpg|75px]]<br />
|-<br />
|[[Merek|Merek]]<br />
|Cadet<br />
|SFC: Red 6<br />
|<br />
|[[image:Merek.jpg|75px]]<br />
|-<br />
|}<br />
<br />
==Army==<br />
Idle hands are the devil's workshop. <br />
<br />
When the Republic became too trusting of precariously bartered peace between itself and the Empire, and began dismantling the Army's special forces, the doers of the military's dirtier work became idle hands. With them, a malcontent Leia shaped the foundation of her own army. It's small. It's scrappy. It's command conferences might resemble the geriatric ward of a medbay, but dammit, they aren't ready to roll over and retire yet. The bulk of the boots are filled by a younger generation, one reared on stories and legends of the heroic times their parents and grandparents lived through. Fought through. Now they, too, are answering a General's call to arms. To Resist.<br />
<br />
Ground forces are composed of a variety of talents. Demolitions specialists, riflemen, scouts, undercover operatives, medical officers, social workers, machinists, technicians, culinary 'experts', and even janitorial staff. People from all walks of life can find a way to serve the cause and contribute to the daunting task of exposing the cryptic First Order for the evil that it is. As with the Starfighter Corps, Army operations have been executed on small scale, relying heavily on hit-and-run tactics to thwart FO aggression, raid FO supplies, perform recon, or embark on search-and-rescue ops. The two branches work closely together, rely heavily upon one another, and it's not unheard of for there to be overlap of personnel.<br />
<br />
{| class="wikitable collapsible collapsed"<br />
|- style="text-align:center;"<br />
|-<br />
!Name<br />
!Rank<br />
!Position<br />
!Killboard #<br />
!Image<br />
|-<br />
|[[Leia Organa|Leia Organa]]<br />
|General<br />
|Command<br />
|<br />
|<br />
|-<br />
|[[Ambrosia Greystorm|Ambrosia Greystorm]]<br />
|Brigadier General<br />
|Command<br />
|Classified<br />
| [[image:Amber5.jpg|75px]]<br />
|-<br />
|[[Sar Yavok]]<br />
|Lt. Colonel<br />
|Army<br />
|Too many to count<br />
| [[image:Sar_10.jpg|75px]]<br />
|-<br />
|[[Atridusk|Atridusk]]<br />
|Private<br />
|Army<br />
|People upon my list.<br />
|-<br />
|[[Greeson Rais]]<br />
|Private<br />
|Army<br />
|<br />
|<br />
|-<br />
|}<br />
<br />
== Memorial ==<br />
<br />
Those that gave it all in sacrifice to the cause of the Resistance. They are remembered as heroes!<br />
<br />
{| class="wikitable collapsible collapsed"<br />
|- style="text-align:center;"<br />
|-<br />
!Name<br />
!Rank<br />
!Position<br />
!Killboard #<br />
!Image<br />
|-<br />
|[[Devii|Devii Keva]]<br />
|2nd Lieutenant <br />
|Army<br />
|More than you<br />
|[[image:devii3.jpg|100px]]<br />
|-<br />
|[[Jaya Kassis|Jaya Kassis]]<br />
|Master Chief<br />
|Army<br />
|Unknown<br />
||[[image:Jaya.jpeg|100px]]<br />
|-<br />
|[[Tess Ul'Datha]]<br />
|Master Sergeant<br />
|Army<br />
|If it bleeds, I can kill it.<br />
| [[image:Tess1.png|75px]]<br />
<br />
|-<br />
|}<br />
<br />
== Logs ==<br />
{| class="wikitable collapsible collapsed"<br />
|- style="vertical-align: top;"<br />
|<div class="SWAOACharBoxLogs" style="max-height: 400px; overflow: scroll;">{{#dpl:resultsheader=<hr/>'''Our Missions'''<br/>|suppresserrors=true|namespace=Log|ordermethod=firstedit|order=descending|linksto={{PAGENAME}}}}</div><br />
|}<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
[[Category:Organizations]]</div>Merekhttp://www.swaoa-mush.com/index.php?title=The_Resistance&diff=11521The Resistance2019-07-25T15:07:11Z<p>Merek: </p>
<hr />
<div>''"...there's a splinter of the Republic military that...that feels the Republic isn't taking certain threats as seriously as they maybe ought to be taking them. Specifically the threat posed by the First Order."''<br><br />
- Poe Dameron<br />
<br />
{{image|http://i.imgur.com/awyJXTl.jpg|700px}}<br />
<br />
<br />
== From the Ashes of Rebellion ==<br />
<br />
The Resistance is a small private force created by Princess Leia Organa to keep watch on the movements of the First Order.<br/> Though she petitioned the New Republic government for support, she found the politics of the Senate too slow and too mired in self-interest to be of any help. The New Republic tolerateed the Resistance, though it was wary of risking war with the First Order, right up until the Hosnian Cataclysm.<br />
<br />
The upper levels of the Resistance consist primarily of veterans of the Galactic Civil War who have remained loyal to Princess Leia Organa. Many of the New Republic politicians who rebuilt the Senate thought the best way to preserve peace was to disband the galactic-scale military forces that had become the norm since the Clone Wars. This left many skilled veterans without commands. When Leia began organizing a Resistance to stand watch against the militarized rise of the First Order, these old rebels were ready for the fight.<br />
<br />
A secret detachment was been assigned to the Smuggler's moon known as Nar Shaddaa. Known as [[Kath Hounds|The Kath Hounds]] they were located in a hidden base known as Hound Base. <br />
<br />
Until the First Order found them. <br />
<br />
Operating out of the frigate <i>Renegade</i>, the Resistance kept up its hit and run opposition to the First Order across many months and systems, until the Liberation of Naboo, which allowed the creation of Beacon Outpost on the moon of Rori.<br />
<br/><br />
<br/><br />
<br />
==The Military==<br />
[[image:Resistance-x-wing.jpeg|center|210px]]<br />
<br />
An organized group, the Resistance has a designated rank system for members in both the Resistance army and navy.<br><br><br />
<br />
Militarily, the Resistance was forced to make do with outdated and aging equipment unlike the New Republic, and was so undermanned that most of its personnel were forced to do double duty as scanner technicians, droid programmers, starship mechanics and regular foot soldiers. <br><br><br />
<br />
Many of the youngest kids were used to fill out the ranks of the Starfighter Corps, and were recruited from local planetary defense forces. Spirited and idealistic, many of the pilots formed a close-knit bond, and were eager to bring the fight to the First Order. As a symbol in their struggle against the First Order, the Resistance adopted the starbird once used by the Rebel Alliance. The symbol adorns the helmets of Resistance starfighter pilots.<br><br><br />
Owing to its lessened pool of manpower, the Resistance placed a greater emphasis on treating the wounded and returning them to duty, and as a result finding medical equipment was a high priority. Resistance troopers commonly utilized the BlasTech EL-16HFE blaster rifle, and were ferried into combat on Resistance transports, which were heavily modified transports assembled from varying vessels from previous wars. Gian-211 patrol speeders and an army of droids helped keep the Resistance up and running, with many robotic workers given more responsibility and independence than elsewhere in the galaxy and seen as more than just droids, which was a continuation of the ideas of the Rebel Alliance. Many protocols of the Rebel Alliance also remained in use, with code K-one-zero signaling the evacuation of a base, which was most notably used during the Battle of Hoth.<br />
<br />
== The Best Starfighter Pilots in the Galaxy ==<br />
<br />
{{image|http://i.imgur.com/CN2rawQ.jpg|900px}}<br />
<br />
==Flight Ops/Naval Forces==<br />
With various assets and some of the best pilots in the galaxy on hand, no mission for them is too big or too small. Intercept, ground support or humanitarian supply, these folk can get the job done. And they do it very well.<br />
<br />
{| class="wikitable collapsible collapsed"<br />
|- style="text-align:center;"<br />
|-<br />
!Name<br />
!Rank<br />
!Position<br />
!Score<br />
!Image<br />
|-<br />
|[[Poe Dameron|Poe Dameron]]<br />
|Major<br />
|SFC: Black 1<br />
| <br />
| [[File:poe_profile.jpg|75px]]<br />
|-<br />
<br />
|-<br />
|[[Jessika Pava|Jessika Pava]]<br />
|Captain<br />
|SFC: Black 2<br />
| <br />
| {{Image|http://i.imgur.com/TSNcIoc.png|75px}}<br />
|-<br />
<br />
|-<br />
|[[Snap Wexley|Temmin "Snap" Wexley]]<br />
|Captain<br />
|SFC: Black 3<br />
| <br />
| {{Image|http://i.imgur.com/3xovTCE.jpg|75px}}<br />
|-<br />
<br />
|-<br />
|[[Karas Darkwing|Karas Darkwing]]<br />
|Captain<br />
|SFC: Black 4<br />
| <br />
| [[Image:TFF%2B2009%2BPortrait%2BStudio%2BDIRECTV%2BTribeca%2BPress%2B1PtxzWlM2psl.jpg|75px]]<br />
|-<br />
<br />
|-<br />
|[[Tallissan Lintra|Tallie Lintra]]<br />
|Captain<br />
|SFC: Black 5<br />
| <br />
| {{Image|https://i.imgur.com/6izhuRB.jpg|75px}}<br />
|-<br />
<br />
-<br />
|[[Ektor|Ektor-Xer Apollyon]]<br />
|Lieutenant<br />
|SFC: Black 6<br />
| Math is dumb<br />
| [[File:Ektor1.jpg|75px]]<br />
|-<br />
<br />
|-<br />
|[[Kare Kun]]<br />
|Lieutenant, Junior Grade<br />
|SFC: Black 7<br />
|<br />
|[[File:Kareprof.jpg|75px]]<br />
|-<br />
<br />
|-<br />
|[[Miri Sakir]]<br />
|Flight Officer<br />
|SFC: Black 8<br />
|<br />
|{{Image|https://i.imgur.com/3zrgj5i.png|75px}}<br />
|-<br />
|[[Callax Dalso]]<br />
|Flight Officer 2nd Class<br />
|SFC: Black 10<br />
|<br />
|<br />
|-<br />
<br />
|-<br />
|[[Fiora Diaz]]<br />
|Flight Officer 3rd Class<br />
|SFC: Black 9<br />
|<br />
|[[image:Fiora_Diaz.jpeg|75px]]<br />
|-<br />
<br />
|-<br />
|[[Nova Korell]]<br />
|Flight Officer 3rd Class<br />
|SFC: Black 11<br />
|<br />
|<br />
|-<br />
<br />
|-<br />
|[[Elrych Cometburn]]<br />
|Jedi<br />
|SFC: Black 12<br />
|<br />
|[[image:elrychjacket.jpg|75px]]<br />
|-<br />
|[[Merek|Merek]]<br />
|Cadet<br />
|SFC: Red 6<br />
|<br />
|[[image:Merek.jpg|75px]]<br />
|-<br />
|}<br />
<br />
==Army==<br />
Idle hands are the devil's workshop. <br />
<br />
When the Republic became too trusting of precariously bartered peace between itself and the Empire, and began dismantling the Army's special forces, the doers of the military's dirtier work became idle hands. With them, a malcontent Leia shaped the foundation of her own army. It's small. It's scrappy. It's command conferences might resemble the geriatric ward of a medbay, but dammit, they aren't ready to roll over and retire yet. The bulk of the boots are filled by a younger generation, one reared on stories and legends of the heroic times their parents and grandparents lived through. Fought through. Now they, too, are answering a General's call to arms. To Resist.<br />
<br />
Ground forces are composed of a variety of talents. Demolitions specialists, riflemen, scouts, undercover operatives, medical officers, social workers, machinists, technicians, culinary 'experts', and even janitorial staff. People from all walks of life can find a way to serve the cause and contribute to the daunting task of exposing the cryptic First Order for the evil that it is. As with the Starfighter Corps, Army operations have been executed on small scale, relying heavily on hit-and-run tactics to thwart FO aggression, raid FO supplies, perform recon, or embark on search-and-rescue ops. The two branches work closely together, rely heavily upon one another, and it's not unheard of for there to be overlap of personnel.<br />
<br />
{| class="wikitable collapsible collapsed"<br />
|- style="text-align:center;"<br />
|-<br />
!Name<br />
!Rank<br />
!Position<br />
!Killboard #<br />
!Image<br />
|-<br />
|[[Leia Organa|Leia Organa]]<br />
|General<br />
|Command<br />
|<br />
|<br />
|-<br />
|[[Ambrosia Greystorm|Ambrosia Greystorm]]<br />
|Brigadier General<br />
|Command<br />
|Classified<br />
| [[image:Amber5.jpg|75px]]<br />
|-<br />
|[[Sar Yavok]]<br />
|Lt. Colonel<br />
|Army<br />
|Too many to count<br />
| [[image:Sar_10.jpg|75px]]<br />
|-<br />
|[[Atridusk|Atridusk]]<br />
|Private<br />
|Army<br />
|People upon my list.<br />
|-<br />
|[[Greeson Rais]]<br />
|Private<br />
|Army<br />
|<br />
|<br />
|-<br />
|}<br />
<br />
== Memorial ==<br />
<br />
Those that gave it all in sacrifice to the cause of the Resistance. They are remembered as heroes!<br />
<br />
{| class="wikitable collapsible collapsed"<br />
|- style="text-align:center;"<br />
|-<br />
!Name<br />
!Rank<br />
!Position<br />
!Killboard #<br />
!Image<br />
|-<br />
|[[Devii|Devii Keva]]<br />
|2nd Lieutenant <br />
|Army<br />
|More than you<br />
|[[image:devii3.jpg|100px]]<br />
|-<br />
|[[Jaya Kassis|Jaya Kassis]]<br />
|Master Chief<br />
|Army<br />
|Unknown<br />
||[[image:Jaya.jpeg|100px]]<br />
|-<br />
|[[Tess Ul'Datha]]<br />
|Master Sergeant<br />
|Army<br />
|If it bleeds, I can kill it.<br />
| [[image:Tess1.png|75px]]<br />
<br />
|-<br />
|}<br />
<br />
== Logs ==<br />
{| class="wikitable collapsible collapsed"<br />
|- style="vertical-align: top;"<br />
|<div class="SWAOACharBoxLogs" style="max-height: 400px; overflow: scroll;">{{#dpl:resultsheader=<hr/>'''Our Missions'''<br/>|suppresserrors=true|namespace=Log|ordermethod=firstedit|order=descending|linksto={{PAGENAME}}}}</div><br />
|}<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
[[Category:Organizations]]</div>Merekhttp://www.swaoa-mush.com/index.php?title=The_Resistance&diff=11520The Resistance2019-07-25T15:05:56Z<p>Merek: </p>
<hr />
<div>''"...there's a splinter of the Republic military that...that feels the Republic isn't taking certain threats as seriously as they maybe ought to be taking them. Specifically the threat posed by the First Order."''<br><br />
- Poe Dameron<br />
<br />
{{image|http://i.imgur.com/awyJXTl.jpg|700px}}<br />
<br />
<br />
== From the Ashes of Rebellion ==<br />
<br />
The Resistance is a small private force created by Princess Leia Organa to keep watch on the movements of the First Order.<br/> Though she petitioned the New Republic government for support, she found the politics of the Senate too slow and too mired in self-interest to be of any help. The New Republic tolerateed the Resistance, though it was wary of risking war with the First Order, right up until the Hosnian Cataclysm.<br />
<br />
The upper levels of the Resistance consist primarily of veterans of the Galactic Civil War who have remained loyal to Princess Leia Organa. Many of the New Republic politicians who rebuilt the Senate thought the best way to preserve peace was to disband the galactic-scale military forces that had become the norm since the Clone Wars. This left many skilled veterans without commands. When Leia began organizing a Resistance to stand watch against the militarized rise of the First Order, these old rebels were ready for the fight.<br />
<br />
A secret detachment was been assigned to the Smuggler's moon known as Nar Shaddaa. Known as [[Kath Hounds|The Kath Hounds]] they were located in a hidden base known as Hound Base. <br />
<br />
Until the First Order found them. <br />
<br />
Operating out of the frigate <i>Renegade</i>, the Resistance kept up its hit and run opposition to the First Order across many months and systems, until the Liberation of Naboo, which allowed the creation of Beacon Outpost on the moon of Rori.<br />
<br/><br />
<br/><br />
<br />
==The Military==<br />
[[image:Resistance-x-wing.jpeg|center|210px]]<br />
<br />
An organized group, the Resistance has a designated rank system for members in both the Resistance army and navy.<br><br><br />
<br />
Militarily, the Resistance was forced to make do with outdated and aging equipment unlike the New Republic, and was so undermanned that most of its personnel were forced to do double duty as scanner technicians, droid programmers, starship mechanics and regular foot soldiers. <br><br><br />
<br />
Many of the youngest kids were used to fill out the ranks of the Starfighter Corps, and were recruited from local planetary defense forces. Spirited and idealistic, many of the pilots formed a close-knit bond, and were eager to bring the fight to the First Order. As a symbol in their struggle against the First Order, the Resistance adopted the starbird once used by the Rebel Alliance. The symbol adorns the helmets of Resistance starfighter pilots.<br><br><br />
Owing to its lessened pool of manpower, the Resistance placed a greater emphasis on treating the wounded and returning them to duty, and as a result finding medical equipment was a high priority. Resistance troopers commonly utilized the BlasTech EL-16HFE blaster rifle, and were ferried into combat on Resistance transports, which were heavily modified transports assembled from varying vessels from previous wars. Gian-211 patrol speeders and an army of droids helped keep the Resistance up and running, with many robotic workers given more responsibility and independence than elsewhere in the galaxy and seen as more than just droids, which was a continuation of the ideas of the Rebel Alliance. Many protocols of the Rebel Alliance also remained in use, with code K-one-zero signaling the evacuation of a base, which was most notably used during the Battle of Hoth.<br />
<br />
== The Best Starfighter Pilots in the Galaxy ==<br />
<br />
{{image|http://i.imgur.com/CN2rawQ.jpg|900px}}<br />
<br />
==Flight Ops/Naval Forces==<br />
With various assets and some of the best pilots in the galaxy on hand, no mission for them is too big or too small. Intercept, ground support or humanitarian supply, these folk can get the job done. And they do it very well.<br />
<br />
{| class="wikitable collapsible collapsed"<br />
|- style="text-align:center;"<br />
|-<br />
!Name<br />
!Rank<br />
!Position<br />
!Score<br />
!Image<br />
|-<br />
|[[Poe Dameron|Poe Dameron]]<br />
|Major<br />
|SFC: Black 1<br />
| <br />
| [[File:poe_profile.jpg|75px]]<br />
|-<br />
<br />
|-<br />
|[[Jessika Pava|Jessika Pava]]<br />
|Captain<br />
|SFC: Black 2<br />
| <br />
| {{Image|http://i.imgur.com/TSNcIoc.png|75px}}<br />
|-<br />
<br />
|-<br />
|[[Snap Wexley|Temmin "Snap" Wexley]]<br />
|Captain<br />
|SFC: Black 3<br />
| <br />
| {{Image|http://i.imgur.com/3xovTCE.jpg|75px}}<br />
|-<br />
<br />
|-<br />
|[[Karas Darkwing|Karas Darkwing]]<br />
|Captain<br />
|SFC: Black 4<br />
| <br />
| [[Image:TFF%2B2009%2BPortrait%2BStudio%2BDIRECTV%2BTribeca%2BPress%2B1PtxzWlM2psl.jpg|75px]]<br />
|-<br />
<br />
|-<br />
|[[Tallissan Lintra|Tallie Lintra]]<br />
|Captain<br />
|SFC: Black 5<br />
| <br />
| {{Image|https://i.imgur.com/6izhuRB.jpg|75px}}<br />
|-<br />
<br />
-<br />
|[[Ektor|Ektor-Xer Apollyon]]<br />
|Lieutenant<br />
|SFC: Black 6<br />
| Math is dumb<br />
| [[File:Ektor1.jpg|75px]]<br />
|-<br />
<br />
|-<br />
|[[Kare Kun]]<br />
|Lieutenant, Junior Grade<br />
|SFC: Black 7<br />
|<br />
|[[File:Kareprof.jpg|75px]]<br />
|-<br />
<br />
|-<br />
|[[Miri Sakir]]<br />
|Flight Officer<br />
|SFC: Black 8<br />
|<br />
|{{Image|https://i.imgur.com/3zrgj5i.png|75px}}<br />
|-<br />
|[[Callax Dalso]]<br />
|Flight Officer 2nd Class<br />
|SFC: Black 10<br />
|<br />
|<br />
|-<br />
<br />
|-<br />
|[[Fiora Diaz]]<br />
|Flight Officer 3rd Class<br />
|SFC: Black 9<br />
|<br />
|[[image:Fiora_Diaz.jpeg|75px]]<br />
|-<br />
<br />
|-<br />
|[[Nova Korell]]<br />
|Flight Officer 3rd Class<br />
|SFC: Black 11<br />
|<br />
|<br />
|-<br />
<br />
|-<br />
|[[Elrych Cometburn]]<br />
|Jedi<br />
|SFC: Black 12<br />
|<br />
|<br />
|-<br />
|[[Merek|Merek]]<br />
|Cadet<br />
|SFC: Red 6<br />
|<br />
|[[image:Merek.jpg|75px]]<br />
|-<br />
|}<br />
<br />
==Army==<br />
Idle hands are the devil's workshop. <br />
<br />
When the Republic became too trusting of precariously bartered peace between itself and the Empire, and began dismantling the Army's special forces, the doers of the military's dirtier work became idle hands. With them, a malcontent Leia shaped the foundation of her own army. It's small. It's scrappy. It's command conferences might resemble the geriatric ward of a medbay, but dammit, they aren't ready to roll over and retire yet. The bulk of the boots are filled by a younger generation, one reared on stories and legends of the heroic times their parents and grandparents lived through. Fought through. Now they, too, are answering a General's call to arms. To Resist.<br />
<br />
Ground forces are composed of a variety of talents. Demolitions specialists, riflemen, scouts, undercover operatives, medical officers, social workers, machinists, technicians, culinary 'experts', and even janitorial staff. People from all walks of life can find a way to serve the cause and contribute to the daunting task of exposing the cryptic First Order for the evil that it is. As with the Starfighter Corps, Army operations have been executed on small scale, relying heavily on hit-and-run tactics to thwart FO aggression, raid FO supplies, perform recon, or embark on search-and-rescue ops. The two branches work closely together, rely heavily upon one another, and it's not unheard of for there to be overlap of personnel.<br />
<br />
{| class="wikitable collapsible collapsed"<br />
|- style="text-align:center;"<br />
|-<br />
!Name<br />
!Rank<br />
!Position<br />
!Killboard #<br />
!Image<br />
|-<br />
|[[Leia Organa|Leia Organa]]<br />
|General<br />
|Command<br />
|<br />
|<br />
|-<br />
|[[Ambrosia Greystorm|Ambrosia Greystorm]]<br />
|Brigadier General<br />
|Command<br />
|Classified<br />
| [[image:Amber5.jpg|75px]]<br />
|-<br />
|[[Sar Yavok]]<br />
|Lt. Colonel<br />
|Army<br />
|Too many to count<br />
| [[image:Sar_10.jpg|75px]]<br />
|-<br />
|[[Atridusk|Atridusk]]<br />
|Private<br />
|Army<br />
|People upon my list.<br />
|-<br />
|[[Greeson Rais]]<br />
|Private<br />
|Army<br />
|<br />
|<br />
|-<br />
|}<br />
<br />
== Memorial ==<br />
<br />
Those that gave it all in sacrifice to the cause of the Resistance. They are remembered as heroes!<br />
<br />
{| class="wikitable collapsible collapsed"<br />
|- style="text-align:center;"<br />
|-<br />
!Name<br />
!Rank<br />
!Position<br />
!Killboard #<br />
!Image<br />
|-<br />
|[[Devii|Devii Keva]]<br />
|2nd Lieutenant <br />
|Army<br />
|More than you<br />
|[[image:devii3.jpg|100px]]<br />
|-<br />
|[[Jaya Kassis|Jaya Kassis]]<br />
|Master Chief<br />
|Army<br />
|Unknown<br />
||[[image:Jaya.jpeg|100px]]<br />
|-<br />
|[[Tess Ul'Datha]]<br />
|Master Sergeant<br />
|Army<br />
|If it bleeds, I can kill it.<br />
| [[image:Tess1.png|75px]]<br />
<br />
|-<br />
|}<br />
<br />
== Logs ==<br />
{| class="wikitable collapsible collapsed"<br />
|- style="vertical-align: top;"<br />
|<div class="SWAOACharBoxLogs" style="max-height: 400px; overflow: scroll;">{{#dpl:resultsheader=<hr/>'''Our Missions'''<br/>|suppresserrors=true|namespace=Log|ordermethod=firstedit|order=descending|linksto={{PAGENAME}}}}</div><br />
|}<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
[[Category:Organizations]]</div>Merekhttp://www.swaoa-mush.com/index.php?title=The_Resistance&diff=11519The Resistance2019-07-25T15:03:19Z<p>Merek: </p>
<hr />
<div>''"...there's a splinter of the Republic military that...that feels the Republic isn't taking certain threats as seriously as they maybe ought to be taking them. Specifically the threat posed by the First Order."''<br><br />
- Poe Dameron<br />
<br />
{{image|http://i.imgur.com/awyJXTl.jpg|700px}}<br />
<br />
<br />
== From the Ashes of Rebellion ==<br />
<br />
The Resistance is a small private force created by Princess Leia Organa to keep watch on the movements of the First Order.<br/> Though she petitioned the New Republic government for support, she found the politics of the Senate too slow and too mired in self-interest to be of any help. The New Republic tolerateed the Resistance, though it was wary of risking war with the First Order, right up until the Hosnian Cataclysm.<br />
<br />
The upper levels of the Resistance consist primarily of veterans of the Galactic Civil War who have remained loyal to Princess Leia Organa. Many of the New Republic politicians who rebuilt the Senate thought the best way to preserve peace was to disband the galactic-scale military forces that had become the norm since the Clone Wars. This left many skilled veterans without commands. When Leia began organizing a Resistance to stand watch against the militarized rise of the First Order, these old rebels were ready for the fight.<br />
<br />
A secret detachment was been assigned to the Smuggler's moon known as Nar Shaddaa. Known as [[Kath Hounds|The Kath Hounds]] they were located in a hidden base known as Hound Base. <br />
<br />
Until the First Order found them. <br />
<br />
Operating out of the frigate <i>Renegade</i>, the Resistance kept up its hit and run opposition to the First Order across many months and systems, until the Liberation of Naboo, which allowed the creation of Beacon Outpost on the moon of Rori.<br />
<br/><br />
<br/><br />
<br />
==The Military==<br />
[[image:Resistance-x-wing.jpeg|center|210px]]<br />
<br />
An organized group, the Resistance has a designated rank system for members in both the Resistance army and navy.<br><br><br />
<br />
Militarily, the Resistance was forced to make do with outdated and aging equipment unlike the New Republic, and was so undermanned that most of its personnel were forced to do double duty as scanner technicians, droid programmers, starship mechanics and regular foot soldiers. <br><br><br />
<br />
Many of the youngest kids were used to fill out the ranks of the Starfighter Corps, and were recruited from local planetary defense forces. Spirited and idealistic, many of the pilots formed a close-knit bond, and were eager to bring the fight to the First Order. As a symbol in their struggle against the First Order, the Resistance adopted the starbird once used by the Rebel Alliance. The symbol adorns the helmets of Resistance starfighter pilots.<br><br><br />
Owing to its lessened pool of manpower, the Resistance placed a greater emphasis on treating the wounded and returning them to duty, and as a result finding medical equipment was a high priority. Resistance troopers commonly utilized the BlasTech EL-16HFE blaster rifle, and were ferried into combat on Resistance transports, which were heavily modified transports assembled from varying vessels from previous wars. Gian-211 patrol speeders and an army of droids helped keep the Resistance up and running, with many robotic workers given more responsibility and independence than elsewhere in the galaxy and seen as more than just droids, which was a continuation of the ideas of the Rebel Alliance. Many protocols of the Rebel Alliance also remained in use, with code K-one-zero signaling the evacuation of a base, which was most notably used during the Battle of Hoth.<br />
<br />
== The Best Starfighter Pilots in the Galaxy ==<br />
<br />
{{image|http://i.imgur.com/CN2rawQ.jpg|900px}}<br />
<br />
==Flight Ops/Naval Forces==<br />
With various assets and some of the best pilots in the galaxy on hand, no mission for them is too big or too small. Intercept, ground support or humanitarian supply, these folk can get the job done. And they do it very well.<br />
<br />
{| class="wikitable collapsible collapsed"<br />
|- style="text-align:center;"<br />
|-<br />
!Name<br />
!Rank<br />
!Position<br />
!Score<br />
!Image<br />
|-<br />
|[[Poe Dameron|Poe Dameron]]<br />
|Major<br />
|SFC: Black 1<br />
| <br />
| [[File:poe_profile.jpg|75px]]<br />
|-<br />
<br />
|-<br />
|[[Jessika Pava|Jessika Pava]]<br />
|Captain<br />
|SFC: Black 2<br />
| <br />
| {{Image|http://i.imgur.com/TSNcIoc.png|75px}}<br />
|-<br />
<br />
|-<br />
|[[Snap Wexley|Temmin "Snap" Wexley]]<br />
|Captain<br />
|SFC: Black 3<br />
| <br />
| {{Image|http://i.imgur.com/3xovTCE.jpg|75px}}<br />
|-<br />
<br />
|-<br />
|[[Karas Darkwing|Karas Darkwing]]<br />
|Captain<br />
|SFC: Black 4<br />
| <br />
| [[Image:TFF%2B2009%2BPortrait%2BStudio%2BDIRECTV%2BTribeca%2BPress%2B1PtxzWlM2psl.jpg|75px]]<br />
|-<br />
<br />
|-<br />
|[[Tallissan Lintra|Tallie Lintra]]<br />
|Captain<br />
|SFC: Black 5<br />
| <br />
| {{Image|https://i.imgur.com/6izhuRB.jpg|75px}}<br />
|-<br />
<br />
-<br />
|[[Ektor|Ektor-Xer Apollyon]]<br />
|Lieutenant<br />
|SFC: Black 6<br />
| Math is dumb<br />
| [[File:Ektor1.jpg|75px]]<br />
|-<br />
<br />
|-<br />
|[[Kare Kun]]<br />
|Lieutenant, Junior Grade<br />
|SFC: Black 7<br />
|<br />
|[[File:Kareprof.jpg|75px]]<br />
|-<br />
<br />
|-<br />
|[[Miri Sakir]]<br />
|Flight Officer<br />
|SFC: Black 8<br />
|<br />
|{{Image|https://i.imgur.com/3zrgj5i.png|75px}}<br />
|-<br />
|[[Callax Dalso]]<br />
|Flight Officer 2nd Class<br />
|SFC: Black 10<br />
|<br />
|<br />
|-<br />
<br />
|-<br />
|[[Fiora Diaz]]<br />
|Flight Officer 3rd Class<br />
|SFC: Black 9<br />
|<br />
|[[image:Fiora_Diaz.jpeg|75px]]<br />
|-<br />
<br />
|-<br />
|[[Nova Korell]]<br />
|Flight Officer 3rd Class<br />
|SFC: Black 11<br />
|<br />
|<br />
|-<br />
<br />
|-<br />
|[[Elrych Cometburn]]<br />
|Jedi<br />
|SFC: Black 12<br />
|<br />
|<br />
|-<br />
|[[Merek|Merek]]<br />
|Cadet<br />
|SFC: Red 6<br />
|<br />
|[[image:Merek.jpg|75px]]<br />
|-<br />
}<br />
<br />
==Army==<br />
Idle hands are the devil's workshop. <br />
<br />
When the Republic became too trusting of precariously bartered peace between itself and the Empire, and began dismantling the Army's special forces, the doers of the military's dirtier work became idle hands. With them, a malcontent Leia shaped the foundation of her own army. It's small. It's scrappy. It's command conferences might resemble the geriatric ward of a medbay, but dammit, they aren't ready to roll over and retire yet. The bulk of the boots are filled by a younger generation, one reared on stories and legends of the heroic times their parents and grandparents lived through. Fought through. Now they, too, are answering a General's call to arms. To Resist.<br />
<br />
Ground forces are composed of a variety of talents. Demolitions specialists, riflemen, scouts, undercover operatives, medical officers, social workers, machinists, technicians, culinary 'experts', and even janitorial staff. People from all walks of life can find a way to serve the cause and contribute to the daunting task of exposing the cryptic First Order for the evil that it is. As with the Starfighter Corps, Army operations have been executed on small scale, relying heavily on hit-and-run tactics to thwart FO aggression, raid FO supplies, perform recon, or embark on search-and-rescue ops. The two branches work closely together, rely heavily upon one another, and it's not unheard of for there to be overlap of personnel.<br />
<br />
{| class="wikitable collapsible collapsed"<br />
|- style="text-align:center;"<br />
|-<br />
!Name<br />
!Rank<br />
!Position<br />
!Killboard #<br />
!Image<br />
|-<br />
|[[Leia Organa|Leia Organa]]<br />
|General<br />
|Command<br />
|<br />
|<br />
|-<br />
|[[Ambrosia Greystorm|Ambrosia Greystorm]]<br />
|Brigadier General<br />
|Command<br />
|Classified<br />
| [[image:Amber5.jpg|75px]]<br />
|-<br />
|[[Sar Yavok]]<br />
|Lt. Colonel<br />
|Army<br />
|Too many to count<br />
| [[image:Sar_10.jpg|75px]]<br />
|-<br />
|[[Atridusk|Atridusk]]<br />
|Private<br />
|Army<br />
|People upon my list.<br />
|-<br />
|[[Greeson Rais]]<br />
|Private<br />
|Army<br />
|<br />
|<br />
|-<br />
|}<br />
<br />
== Memorial ==<br />
<br />
Those that gave it all in sacrifice to the cause of the Resistance. They are remembered as heroes!<br />
<br />
{| class="wikitable collapsible collapsed"<br />
|- style="text-align:center;"<br />
|-<br />
!Name<br />
!Rank<br />
!Position<br />
!Killboard #<br />
!Image<br />
|-<br />
|[[Devii|Devii Keva]]<br />
|2nd Lieutenant <br />
|Army<br />
|More than you<br />
|[[image:devii3.jpg|100px]]<br />
|-<br />
|[[Jaya Kassis|Jaya Kassis]]<br />
|Master Chief<br />
|Army<br />
|Unknown<br />
||[[image:Jaya.jpeg|100px]]<br />
|-<br />
|[[Tess Ul'Datha]]<br />
|Master Sergeant<br />
|Army<br />
|If it bleeds, I can kill it.<br />
| [[image:Tess1.png|75px]]<br />
<br />
|-<br />
|}<br />
<br />
== Logs ==<br />
{| class="wikitable collapsible collapsed"<br />
|- style="vertical-align: top;"<br />
|<div class="SWAOACharBoxLogs" style="max-height: 400px; overflow: scroll;">{{#dpl:resultsheader=<hr/>'''Our Missions'''<br/>|suppresserrors=true|namespace=Log|ordermethod=firstedit|order=descending|linksto={{PAGENAME}}}}</div><br />
|}<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
[[Category:Organizations]]</div>Merekhttp://www.swaoa-mush.com/index.php?title=The_Resistance&diff=11518The Resistance2019-07-25T15:01:19Z<p>Merek: </p>
<hr />
<div>''"...there's a splinter of the Republic military that...that feels the Republic isn't taking certain threats as seriously as they maybe ought to be taking them. Specifically the threat posed by the First Order."''<br><br />
- Poe Dameron<br />
<br />
{{image|http://i.imgur.com/awyJXTl.jpg|700px}}<br />
<br />
<br />
== From the Ashes of Rebellion ==<br />
<br />
The Resistance is a small private force created by Princess Leia Organa to keep watch on the movements of the First Order.<br/> Though she petitioned the New Republic government for support, she found the politics of the Senate too slow and too mired in self-interest to be of any help. The New Republic tolerateed the Resistance, though it was wary of risking war with the First Order, right up until the Hosnian Cataclysm.<br />
<br />
The upper levels of the Resistance consist primarily of veterans of the Galactic Civil War who have remained loyal to Princess Leia Organa. Many of the New Republic politicians who rebuilt the Senate thought the best way to preserve peace was to disband the galactic-scale military forces that had become the norm since the Clone Wars. This left many skilled veterans without commands. When Leia began organizing a Resistance to stand watch against the militarized rise of the First Order, these old rebels were ready for the fight.<br />
<br />
A secret detachment was been assigned to the Smuggler's moon known as Nar Shaddaa. Known as [[Kath Hounds|The Kath Hounds]] they were located in a hidden base known as Hound Base. <br />
<br />
Until the First Order found them. <br />
<br />
Operating out of the frigate <i>Renegade</i>, the Resistance kept up its hit and run opposition to the First Order across many months and systems, until the Liberation of Naboo, which allowed the creation of Beacon Outpost on the moon of Rori.<br />
<br/><br />
<br/><br />
<br />
==The Military==<br />
[[image:Resistance-x-wing.jpeg|center|210px]]<br />
<br />
An organized group, the Resistance has a designated rank system for members in both the Resistance army and navy.<br><br><br />
<br />
Militarily, the Resistance was forced to make do with outdated and aging equipment unlike the New Republic, and was so undermanned that most of its personnel were forced to do double duty as scanner technicians, droid programmers, starship mechanics and regular foot soldiers. <br><br><br />
<br />
Many of the youngest kids were used to fill out the ranks of the Starfighter Corps, and were recruited from local planetary defense forces. Spirited and idealistic, many of the pilots formed a close-knit bond, and were eager to bring the fight to the First Order. As a symbol in their struggle against the First Order, the Resistance adopted the starbird once used by the Rebel Alliance. The symbol adorns the helmets of Resistance starfighter pilots.<br><br><br />
Owing to its lessened pool of manpower, the Resistance placed a greater emphasis on treating the wounded and returning them to duty, and as a result finding medical equipment was a high priority. Resistance troopers commonly utilized the BlasTech EL-16HFE blaster rifle, and were ferried into combat on Resistance transports, which were heavily modified transports assembled from varying vessels from previous wars. Gian-211 patrol speeders and an army of droids helped keep the Resistance up and running, with many robotic workers given more responsibility and independence than elsewhere in the galaxy and seen as more than just droids, which was a continuation of the ideas of the Rebel Alliance. Many protocols of the Rebel Alliance also remained in use, with code K-one-zero signaling the evacuation of a base, which was most notably used during the Battle of Hoth.<br />
<br />
== The Best Starfighter Pilots in the Galaxy ==<br />
<br />
{{image|http://i.imgur.com/CN2rawQ.jpg|900px}}<br />
<br />
==Flight Ops/Naval Forces==<br />
With various assets and some of the best pilots in the galaxy on hand, no mission for them is too big or too small. Intercept, ground support or humanitarian supply, these folk can get the job done. And they do it very well.<br />
<br />
{| class="wikitable collapsible collapsed"<br />
|- style="text-align:center;"<br />
|-<br />
!Name<br />
!Rank<br />
!Position<br />
!Score<br />
!Image<br />
|-<br />
|[[Poe Dameron|Poe Dameron]]<br />
|Major<br />
|SFC: Black 1<br />
| <br />
| [[File:poe_profile.jpg|75px]]<br />
|-<br />
<br />
|-<br />
|[[Jessika Pava|Jessika Pava]]<br />
|Captain<br />
|SFC: Black 2<br />
| <br />
| {{Image|http://i.imgur.com/TSNcIoc.png|75px}}<br />
|-<br />
<br />
|-<br />
|[[Snap Wexley|Temmin "Snap" Wexley]]<br />
|Captain<br />
|SFC: Black 3<br />
| <br />
| {{Image|http://i.imgur.com/3xovTCE.jpg|75px}}<br />
|-<br />
<br />
|-<br />
|[[Karas Darkwing|Karas Darkwing]]<br />
|Captain<br />
|SFC: Black 4<br />
| <br />
| [[Image:TFF%2B2009%2BPortrait%2BStudio%2BDIRECTV%2BTribeca%2BPress%2B1PtxzWlM2psl.jpg|75px]]<br />
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|[[Tallissan Lintra|Tallie Lintra]]<br />
|Captain<br />
|SFC: Black 5<br />
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|[[Ektor|Ektor-Xer Apollyon]]<br />
|Lieutenant<br />
|SFC: Black 6<br />
| Math is dumb<br />
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|-<br />
|[[Kare Kun]]<br />
|Lieutenant, Junior Grade<br />
|SFC: Black 7<br />
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|-<br />
|[[Miri Sakir]]<br />
|Flight Officer<br />
|SFC: Black 8<br />
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|-<br />
|[[Fiora Diaz]]<br />
|Flight Officer 3rd Class<br />
|SFC: Black 9<br />
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|[[image:Fiora_Diaz.jpeg|75px]]<br />
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|[[Callax Dalso]]<br />
|Flight Officer 2nd Class<br />
|SFC: Black 10<br />
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|[[Nova Korell]]<br />
|Flight Officer 3rd Class<br />
|SFC: Black 11<br />
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|[[Elrych Cometburn]]<br />
|Jedi<br />
|SFC: Black 12<br />
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|[[Merek|Merek]]<br />
|Cadet<br />
|SFC: Red 6<br />
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==Army==<br />
Idle hands are the devil's workshop. <br />
<br />
When the Republic became too trusting of precariously bartered peace between itself and the Empire, and began dismantling the Army's special forces, the doers of the military's dirtier work became idle hands. With them, a malcontent Leia shaped the foundation of her own army. It's small. It's scrappy. It's command conferences might resemble the geriatric ward of a medbay, but dammit, they aren't ready to roll over and retire yet. The bulk of the boots are filled by a younger generation, one reared on stories and legends of the heroic times their parents and grandparents lived through. Fought through. Now they, too, are answering a General's call to arms. To Resist.<br />
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Ground forces are composed of a variety of talents. Demolitions specialists, riflemen, scouts, undercover operatives, medical officers, social workers, machinists, technicians, culinary 'experts', and even janitorial staff. People from all walks of life can find a way to serve the cause and contribute to the daunting task of exposing the cryptic First Order for the evil that it is. As with the Starfighter Corps, Army operations have been executed on small scale, relying heavily on hit-and-run tactics to thwart FO aggression, raid FO supplies, perform recon, or embark on search-and-rescue ops. The two branches work closely together, rely heavily upon one another, and it's not unheard of for there to be overlap of personnel.<br />
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|[[Leia Organa|Leia Organa]]<br />
|General<br />
|Command<br />
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|[[Ambrosia Greystorm|Ambrosia Greystorm]]<br />
|Brigadier General<br />
|Command<br />
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|[[Sar Yavok]]<br />
|Lt. Colonel<br />
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|Too many to count<br />
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|[[Atridusk|Atridusk]]<br />
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|Army<br />
|People upon my list.<br />
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|[[Greeson Rais]]<br />
|Private<br />
|Army<br />
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== Memorial ==<br />
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Those that gave it all in sacrifice to the cause of the Resistance. They are remembered as heroes!<br />
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|[[Devii|Devii Keva]]<br />
|2nd Lieutenant <br />
|Army<br />
|More than you<br />
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|[[Jaya Kassis|Jaya Kassis]]<br />
|Master Chief<br />
|Army<br />
|Unknown<br />
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|[[Tess Ul'Datha]]<br />
|Master Sergeant<br />
|Army<br />
|If it bleeds, I can kill it.<br />
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Wherever the pilots of Black Squadron were in the course of their day, a priority one alert found them. The instructions were simple: get to your fighters in all haste, rendezvous with the Republic Fleet, you will be briefed in hyperspace.<br />
<br />
The holoemitters in each starfighter flicker to life with the familiar form of Kaydel Ko Connix, standing with prim decorum in such a way that only those who know her well can spot the nervousness in her bearing. <<Black Squadron, this is Connix. We received the following distress call from the Ackbar at nineteen hundred and thirty hours:>> Connix looks to her left and nods once. <<Replay transmission, ensign.>><br />
<br />
The hologram flickers and is replaced by a tight image of the head and shoulders of a pilot in an X-wing harness, wearing a plain green flight helmet. <<This is General Antilles of the Republic Super-cruiser Ackbar, the First Order has found us. Repeat, the *Supremacy* is here and we are under heavy assault. They have some sort of interdiction craft, classification unknown, it's too heavily defended for us to reach. We need all available fightercraft that can be spared from the defense of Naboo, immediately. Repeat->> A hard look off to the side as the pilot and his craft veer sharply to one side. <<Rogue Three, break hard now- Hobbie? Hobbie!>> the transmission cuts off, replaced after a brief visual scramble by Connix, once again. She draws a slow breath. <<We.. don't know how the First Order found the Republic fleet. But we must help the Ackbar escape.>> She hesitates a moment before drawing a deep breath. <<Your objective is this: knock out whatever interdiction craft is locking our allies out of hyperspace, and.. don't die. Connix out.>><br />
<br />
The hyperspace flight to the Republic Fleet is brief, needing only mere minutes, before the dozen ships of Black Squadron streak back into realspace.<br />
<br />
Black Leader is the first to streak into view. The iconic black and orange paint design now the staple style of the rest of the squadron. Poe arrives amidst total chaos, with Republic comm frequencies exploding with chatter from squadrons locked in heated fights that dance around the proximity of the Ackbar. Poe has no words for the chaos, his eyes only narrow as flash explosions reflect from his orange tinted visor. He reaches forward with black gloved hand and turns on his priority communications channel.<br />
<br />
<<"Rogue Leader, Black squadron reporting as ordered. Tell me where you want us, General, and we'll do our best, sir.">><br />
<br />
Poe has already pulled the lever initiating his s-foils to their iconic attack position. Shields are up, and his engines come to life, glowing bright red against the backdrop of void black. He had a bad feeling about this, but they had a mission and they'd see it through to the end. "Get dug in back there, buddy. If Wedge has called for help, you know they're in the middle of it now."<br />
<br />
And here Miri was bitching about boring patrols. This ain't good. As she drops out of hyperspace, the gravel-voiced pilot sings out, <<Black 8 standing by>>. She looks over her sensor readouts, taking slow, practiced breaths.<br />
<br />
Viator is meant to be in command of a vessel dedicated to recovery, it is smaller then he'd like, and he isn't sure how how many it can truly fit. Not that it matters, he is seated into a command chair, an eye-piece settled in, to let him observe reports and yet maintain awareness. Rapid finger movements means he is cycling the display constantly to maintain awareness. "Bring power levels to combat readiness." He intones out of routine. He doubts any one had forgotten to feed power to the weapon systems...<br />
<br />
The SAR1 U-Wing enters the fleet, the foils coalescing with energy while it begins to move towards the Ackbar, <<SAR1, reporting in. Awaiting orders.>> Merek is on the comlink while he positions both hands upon the controls of the gunship, fingers switching up the controls. <<I'm initiating scans of the fleet and ships.>><br />
<br />
<<Black 5 to Black Leader on your six. Do we have a lock on the Interdictor?>> Tallie throttles up to keep aligned with Poe, "Fiver you know what to do, track Leader and give me a projection of what kind of screen is being run around that Interdictor. The field of space around the Ackbar is pure chaos when Fiver brings the holoprojection up. "Holy drek, look at that," she mutters.<br />
<br />
Because of course it did. Because of course they do. At every point, someone proves a traitor, and someone else seeks to prove the image of the Resistance as the force of righteousness in the galaxy to be false. In the end, though, there are only the sins of individuals, and not that of the body - and the body is made of up righteous souls, angry and seeking freedom for all. Such is Black Squadrron, and such is Callax Dalso, himself the scion of a house for whom freedom was a thing only for the elite. He has turned his back on those slaving nobles, and fixed his sights upon the goal of freedom for all beings, even as he now fixed his sights upon the scene beyond the thin transparisteel of his cockpit. All business now, no room for anything but immediate and unrepentant violence.<br />
<br />
<< Black Ten standing by, >> he says over comms, his voice flat and cold despite its melodious qualities. Music played on a tin speaker. Then, more quietly to himself, he addresses the droid in its socket in the fighter's body.<br />
<br />
"Running scans now. Give us full combat power, Fang, darling. And death to all fascists."<br />
<br />
Ektor lets out a long, slow breath through flapping lips. "Hooray for our side," he mutters to R2-G13, drawing a tremulous warble in return. "Eh, relax. Look at it like this: we might get to blow up a wizard. That's something, yeah? Just click the S-foils open as soon as we're outta hyperspace, yeah? Got a hunch we're gonna need to start shooting in a hurry." A crooked grin bends his lip as the chronometer ticks down to the instant of emerging into the ongoing fight.<br />
<br />
And it is a massive fight.<br />
<br />
The colossal bulk of the *Supremacy* dominates the view, as vast cascades of turbolaser fire converge on the enormity of the super-cruiser *Gial Ackbar*, which answers with more sparse volleys of ruby turbolasers interspersed with blue ion cannons. Almost lost in the flood of fightercraft which the sensors struggle to display is the presence of a small capital ship (the *Gatekeeper*) immediately underneath the belly of the Supremacy, hovering dangerously close to the larger warship.<br />
<br />
The three Republic squadrons (now four) are badly outnumbered by no fewer than ten squadrons of TIE fighters. Almost all of the friendly fightercraft show damage to shields or hull, and several have already fallen. A secondary line of TIE/fo squadrons form a picket line around the *Supremacy*. Chatter over the Republic channels sounds increasingly desperate as the Resistance craft arrive.<br />
<br />
The fight in space is a bloody one: several E-wings of Phoenix Squadron have already succumbed to the swarms of TIE/fo squadrons, though theyâ??ve taken their own toll in turn. Wraith Squadron is also battered, unable to gain any headway against the tide of their First Order foes. Even one of the fabled Rogues has fallen.<br />
<br />
<<Rogue Leader to Black Leader, form up for an attack run on the *Gatekeeper*. We need that Rogue Squadron: open the door.>><br />
<br />
<<"Understood, General. Black Squadron, form on me. We're following Rogue through this storm to our intended target, Gateway. We'll only have a limited window, so hammer that ship with /everything you've got./">> Black Leader's craft moves at a faster speed now and angles toward the friendly IFF cluster that's Rogue Squadron.<br />
<br />
Poe sets aside any doubt he has in this tactic. They flew with a man who helped destroy the Death Star, against ALL odds. Most soldiers and pilots searched their entire lives for a moment like this, to make a difference and last stand. This is theirs.<br />
<br />
<<"Keep it tight, Black Squadron. We're moving fast and we're hitting hard. SAR-1, hang back to collect downed pilots. Look for their beacon signals on the encrypted channel frequencies. You'll have to be quick in collecting, they won't last long in the void.">><br />
<br />
Poe sets the Squadron's priority on the Gatekeeper, marking it as the only target they need to worry about. <<"Black Squadron, we'll have to ride along the exterior hull of the Supremacy to get inside her shields to attack Gatekeeper. Heads on a swivel.">> "Lock on that ship, buddy."<br />
<br />
<<Black Eight to Black Leader, the elite special forces TIEs are tangled up with keeping Rogue Squadron off of the Gatekeeper, so we might actually have a shot at this>> Miri rasps over the comms, before looking back at Henibi. "Stay on the ball, girl. This is no time to get nervous, got it?" <<Copy that, Black Leader. Getting a missile lock on that bad boy>><br />
<br />
Viator sits up as the HUD flashes information, eye tracking the actual battle now, and he points a Lekku right at the Gatekeeper. Orders are to be given, things are unfolding, and his mission changed just as easily.<br />
<br />
"This is Ensign Viator. The Ackbar's shields will fail. I advise punching through the picket line and engaging the inferior First Order vessel. Target the engines, with any luck the Supremacy will be forced to disengage the Ackbar as to avoid being damaged by it's own drifting comrade."<br />
<br />
His voice is strong, confident, and he gestures his Lekku at Merek. "Follow them, we may have to buy time for bomber crews to finish their runs, or at least try to snag pilots out of this maelstrom of fire." He then returns his eyes to the Ackbar.<br />
<br />
"Copy that," Merek says then to Viator, while he takes a moment to speak into comlink, <<SAR1 to Rogue Squadron, pulling fire, locked in.>> He then opens the firing solution while he shoots two clean shots that directly strike into the shields of one of the TIEs. He then maneuvers the U-Wing into a position next to Rogue. <<Never again! FOR THE REPUBLIC!>><br />
<br />
Tallie flips off the com switch and throttles forward keeping aligned with the Supremacy and Black Leader. "Torpedoes, Fiver. We are going to smash some gates open." Fierce words said in a monotone as she concentrates on targeting solutions that fix on the gravity well projectors. Smart to keep them tied into real space. She intends to lower their IQ with an explosion or two.<br />
<br />
Toggling open the com, <<Copy that. Torpedo fix on Gatekeeper, Black Leader>><br />
<br />
It is into a nova of deadly colored light that Callax steers his ship, most of it streaming from the vast mountain that is the Supremacy. It is the first time that Callax has seen the ship, and its vastness gives even the hard-bitten pilot pause. "Gatekeeper spotted," he drones over the channel, tone soft yet penetrating through the noise. "Ready to proceed. Black Leader, this is only a small percentage of the Supremacy's potential fighter load. They're holding back, reason unknown. Then again, taking out the Gatekeeper in such proximity to the command ship might set off secondaries. >><br />
<br />
Then, to Fang: "Get me a torpedo lock, darling. Do your level best, this is an existential matter."<br />
<br />
Skimming along the belly of the largest capital ship in living memory. The things he gets himself into...<br />
<br />
In position Karas heard the orders given to them by Black Leader, <<Copy that Black Leader.>> he says into his comms. Black four streaks off with the rest of the formation moving into position near Black 8 as he races forward. He looks to his droid computer, "No not yet." He says to his droid. "Give me once we are close enough the structural integrity of the Gatekeeper, we need to find a weak spot in that thing." He says letting his droid get to work. Pushing the throttle to max, Karas begins his race towards the Gatekeeper, the T-85 makes slight moves as it evades the blaster fire incoming at him, he gets a single hit on his shields, "Take care of that Spark." He calls. <<Once we are at the Gatekeeper, keep as low and close as possible to deny them the use of their turbo lasers, but be careful.>> he calls into his comms.<br />
<br />
<<Yanno, I never get tired of blowing up drek nobody's blown up, before. Feels like.. dome kinda explorer. But with bombs, yeah?>> Ektor opines, as he veers Black 6 into formation with his squadron mates, skimming the blackened hull of the Supremacy on approach.<br />
<br />
It's a moment most will always remember: Rogue Squadron- the most famous starfighter unit in the galaxy, composed of living legends, not a one of which ranks below Captain- turn in perfect concert to lead the charge against the wicked bulk of the Supremacy and the ominous Interdictor barge hovering beneath its belly.<br />
<br />
Behind the heroes of a dozen wars, for a soaring instant, some might feel a sense of invincibility. Whatever the odds, names like Skywalker, Antilles, Celchu, Horn, and Jansen have always prevailed. Impossible is what they do. Black Squadron follows close behind as targeting computers begin to read the *Gatekeeper*.<br />
<br />
Then the volleys of cutting-edge TIE cannons tear into them. Rogue 4 explodes in a short-lived fireball. <br />
<br />
Then Rogue 7. Then 5.<br />
<br />
The three foremost squadrons aboard the First Order's flagship pour destruction onto the lead X-wings, with Rogue Leader's shields failing, and a swathe of emerald energy carving up the fuselage. <<I'm hit,>> Antilles states, evenly. <<Heavy damage, weapons offline->> The General felt an instinct to apologize.<br />
<br />
Point defense batteries on both the *Supremacy* and *Gatekeeper* roar to life, filling space with a cloud of laser fire to dissuade the assault of X-wings.<br />
<br />
Poe grimaces as he twists his craft to avoid the streak of green turret fire. He can see, from the holo readout on his right, that his squadron is taking hits. BB-8 keeps him informed of the Rogues, but man is it depressing. In a single attack, the FO are responsible for three, THREE Rogues going dark. "Damn it." Poe mutters, moving his craft to flip till it's belly to belly with the Supremacy.<br />
<br />
<<"Stay with me.">> Poe reminds his squad, the stakes here are overwhelming. Laser fire is /everywhere/. Fighters are /everywhere/. Poe's eyes narrow and his thumb flips the safety cover up on his torpedo launch button.<br />
<br />
<<"Firing two; take that to your Supreme Leader.">> Poe breaks off, angling with increased speed and prepping for another run. "Another lock, BB-8. We've got to bring this thing down." <<"Prepare for another run, Black Squadron. Give it /everything you got!">><br />
<br />
Viator is retreating into a world of data, battles to a Line Officer often become a series of projections, their vessels, generally by the nature of size offer a rather more stable platform when under fire. Once they start bucking..it's generally because they're in the process of dying. His mind is compartmentalizing, processing things and his fingers twitch across controls as he extrapolates data. Basic starship design applies, there is always a way to force overloads, to force out of control engine burns when control conduits are cut. A data packet will be rapidly broadcasted to Rebel pilots.<br />
<br />
"This is a suggested bombardment point, if needed, push under the shields. If we force disruption at these points, they will lose some of their ability for station holding. This will force other Order assets to reorganize or risk being rammed. The Ackbar can begin disengaging then. I estimate it's shields will fail before it can do so with out an unexpected element."<br />
<br />
A lekku twitches, Viator looks towards the engine indicator. "Failing that pilot. We will engage in a hyperspace jump into their primary power core and then dump our own hyperspace core as we initiate the jump." He says it so casually to Merek.<br />
<br />
Merek watches as the squads are taken down, fire in the skies while he maneuvers through that all, doing his best to defend Rogue Squadron, as he begins to fire more at the TIE as his shields take a hit also. He then initiates a pattern while he types on the controls, "Got it," he says. He focuses, perhaps upon the Force, not that it is special to him, not that he can do it, but you have to put a faith in things also.<br />
<br />
Miri is in the zone. Dodging enemy TIE fire, getting a missile lock... BOOM. <<Is he dead yet? Is he dead yet?>> comes her crazed voice over the comms. She looks at her sensors. <<How the hell are those shields still holding?>><br />
<br />
Reports light the board on Rogue's status. She winces as the third fighter is listed as lost. "Drek them. Drek them to the darkest hell of the universe." It's a maelstrom of color, red and blue mixed with particolored rainbows as her shields ionize. Fiver blats behind her putting shield damage up in an icon on her heads up. Nearly fifty percent. Tallie snorts at that number responding with a terse, "Fix it, Fiver." <br />
<br />
Flying under the behemoth makes her feel tiny in the T-85 but flies bite hard. She-wolf's torpedos make lovely impacts. She adds her own as they chew away at the Interdictor.<br />
<br />
Fiver beeps with satisfaction behind her. She is too occupied to respond.<br />
<br />
Skimming the ventral surface of the Supremacy is like traversing the surface of an angry black moon. The flashes of point-defense cannons spitting light from above is a tide of glittering death, and while Callax is a most experienced pilot, no amount of genetic adapation or skill is going to keep any of them from getting away unscathed from that density of firepower. And yet, the hit that Black Ten suffers is glancing, and Fang is quick to bring the shields back up to full as he pumps two torpedoes into the interdictor's hull.<br />
<br />
<< Two hits, >> he reports over the comms in his dead-radio voice. << Readying another salvo. >><br />
<br />
Meanwhile, the joy that should spring from viewing the blossoming explosions that rock his quarry are but ashes in his mouth as he hears General Antilles speaking. He knows that tone. He's used it himself, and he's no hero of the Republic. "Get out of there safe, darling," he says to himself, knowing that the words will not be heard. Then he loads the tubes and prepares for another run. Heroes can be lost. The Fleet cannot.<br />
<br />
Karas is watching his sensors though with all the green laser fire, he is slowly getting into the zone. He sees three of the Rogues wink out and it pulls at him but he can't let that bother him now. He is keeping up with his squadron, the T-85 he's piloting is apart of him and he apart of it. Watching where everyone is firing, they needed to get those shields down and he fires once the HUD goes green with a target lock.<br />
<br />
"Come on, we have to get there faster." He says more to himself and not on his comms, as incoming fire comes at him, he maneuvers his fighter in a tight roll to the left than dips below the last bolt fired at him. Upon hearing that the shields are down, "Spark get me data on this ship, find us a weak spot." He tells his droid as he pilots through the drek.<br />
<br />
Green turret fire chases after the fast moving craft, some vollies slower than others, but a few find their mark rocking Black Leader hard enough to test her shields. BB-8 is already working on the damage leaving Poe to do the fancy flying. His craft rotates back into range, moving evasively until the last possible moment. When the time comes, Poe fires his final two torpedoes and spirals off, smashing the lever that controls his speed to increase his engines output. <<"Second volley away. This is where we make it count, Black Squadron.">><br />
<br />
Viator is observing impacts, but it seems very likely they simply lack the offensive abilities needed. "The Ackbar might not survive." He just says, matter of factly. "We might need to consider an act of desperation after all." He says, considering the likelyhood their vessel impacting directly into a gravity well generation actually disabling it.<br />
<br />
<<Missiles dry, but it looks like I hurt it>> Miri sings out over the comms. <<Black Eight to Black Four, going to engage some of these TIEs. You with me?>><br />
<br />
"Ackbar will hold, we need to be working to save people," Merek explains, while he takes a moment to maneuver into position while he breaks from the dogfight. <<Recovering crew.>> He announces to the comlink, while he takes a moment to begin the sequence on taking the pods on. An R2 named Gadget is assisting in repairs while he does so as well, the shields coming back up.<br />
<br />
Eyes narrow reflexively as lasers light up the canopy of her T-85. When Black Squadron blows open the Gatekeeper shields, Tallie grins fiercely, breathing a wooo of satisfaction to herself.<br />
<br />
She rudders into a barrel roll trying to spread the energy over the shields. The T-85 scrapes through with a minimum of shielding left.<br />
<br />
"Targeting priority one, Fiver. Repair priority two. Let's burn them up."<br />
<br />
The torpedos are released barely rocking the T-85. Fiver holoprojects the subsequent double hits that produce a slow motion of fire and debris belching from the Gatekeeper as it begins to break up. Behind her an escape capsule arcs into space.<br />
<br />
<<Splash, Bogey One Black Leader>> It is enough. The price has been too high to shout her joy.<br />
<br />
For a moment, though, there is a flicker of doubt, especially when Tallie's torpedoes breach a gaping wound through the barge's hull. But then he thinks of the Republic, all the people on board, the other ships at the mercy of that dread dark shape above, and just...presses onward. Hopefully the General will have sufficient skill still in him to keep from being killed. Or at least he'll have time to eject.<br />
<br />
And so he turns the ship around, dumping the last of his torpedo magazine into the vast breach torn open by Tallie - and down they go, deep into the barge's guts, exploding amidst reactors and mass-shadow generators and the bodies of the crew. Warm life, torn asunder, to be followed by the rest. Fang proceeds to realign the shields and redirect power to the shimmering bubble, hopefully to keep them safe as he tears off now to engage the rest of the fighters swarming through space. << Confirming splash, >> he intones. << Breaking off to engage enemy fighters. >><br />
<br />
Again, the ashes in his mouth. For now. Not until the job is done. Then, maybe, the victory feast might be savored.<br />
<br />
Black 6 winds back through the storm of cannonfire toward the sprawling dogfight that has engulfed the void. Cracking a crooked grin as he chooses a target, and strikes the lead TIE/sf in pusuit of Rogue Leader, hammering through the shields and scoring heavy damage on the hull beneath with a cascade of lasers. The stricken TIE breaks off its pursuit, returning fire at Ektor to little effect and leaving a solitary special forces craft on the tail of General Antilles' crippled craft. <<So, hey. We're Black Squadron. How you doing, yeah?>><br />
<br />
No sooner is the Gatekeeper's grip on the Ackbar broken, than the massive Mon Cal super-cruiser- its shields punctured by cascades of turbolaser fire and swiftly thereafter restored- than the gargantuan cruiser streaks into the safety of hyperspace, to the vast relief of the surviving Republic and Resistance craft. The orders are given and the remains of Rogue, Wraith, and Phoenix Squadrons bank and flee along the same vector. Wraith Leader broadcasts, <<Get clear of the Destroyer, and break for it, Black Squadron!>><br />
<br />
Rogue Leader, General Wedge Antilles keeps his aged eyes narrowed on the flight display, stealing only brief glances over his shoulders to verify the vector of the last TIE/sf in pursuit of his venerable starfighter. A short sniff at the banter over the open comms, until another destructive swathe of emerald energy tears into his dying fighter. Pulling frantically at the ejection mechanism, only to find it locked and offline, the veteran of a hundred battles lets out a slow exhale. <<Rogue Leader, to Black Leader- to all of you: it's your turn.>><br />
<br />
It is Rogue Leader's last transmission, before one more blip vanished from the targeting computers..<br />
<br />
It's a moment of utter desperation. Friendly names go dark on the sensor read out, and little by little the light they all clung to began to dim. Wedge's message reached Poe and everything else just seemed to fade away. Black Leader rocked slightly, he flew off instinct, but the words burned Poe to his core; burned him to his soul.<br />
<br />
Frowning, and growing silently angry, Poe decides then that no one will live to claim they killed Wedge Antilles.<br />
<br />
Black Leader's s-foils close, and the craft hones in on the very craft angling away from what's left of the venerable X-Wing. His eyes narrow as the distance closes immediately. His s-foils open once he's within deadly range. Everything else blurs for Poe then. He sees red, lance after lance is fired and he screams at the top of his lungs. The TIE evading him finds that Poe is not so easily lost, and before long his craft is consumed with fire before it explodes entirely. Poe blasts the debris apart before flying right through the brittle remains, spiraling away and angling for an escape vector.<br />
<br />
He marks their angle, plotting the course, and flips the switch to open a channel to his squadron. <<"Angle for your exits, Black Squadron. This is not a fight we can win. Jump when your coordinates are set.">> Black Leader's s-foils close, setting Poe back against his seat. Cruising speed is achieved.<br />
<br />
Miri strains against the straps of her cockpit, as if she could reach through the canopy of her fighter and bodily throttle the enemy fighters. But orders are orders. <<Black Eight copies,>> she says into the comms, even if her tone makes it clear she's not happy about it.<br />
<br />
Viator is observing the battle when he stops, there's a visible pause. "Wedge Antilles.." he doesn't finish, he doesn't think he needs to finish.<br />
<br />
"This is SAR-1. Requesting fighter screen, we are going to try and find Wedge. We need confirmation on his status."<br />
<br />
The calm is forced, detached, because if not..he'd be seething in anger..But then? Poe is pulling them out and he looks at Merek. "Any sign?" the Togruta asks, aware exactly how vunerable this vessel is with out a fighter escort. "Some thing tells me, we can not afford to wait."<br />
<br />
Merek watches as well as listens when he hears Wedge, then he sees the flames. He seems to think about it for a moment, and now that he has a pod secured, he nods a bit. He doesn't talk to anyone, he focuses upon his duties, trusting in the Force and friends to protect him while he does his best to recover Wedge. Whatever his status, he will assure the Order can't claim him. <<Spinning up.>><br />
<br />
The icon marking General Wedge's ship is ringed in red indicating damage. It stutters and Fiver bleeps a high pitched whistle of distress. "Noooo, no, no," she grips the throttle futilely as she watches it blink into downed status. Fiver has the TIE culprit in the targeting matrix but Black Leader is in for the kill and leaves no one to count coup on the greatest of their pilots.<br />
<br />
<<Good one, Black Leader>>. Nothing is sufficient to honor his memory. Nothing. <br />
<br />
The order to punch out of the system is received but Tallie continues to trade shots with a TIE/sf as Fiver inputs their course. Her shields are non-existent when she replies to the order. <<Copy that, Black Leader>> She follows Black Squadron out of the system.<br />
<br />
And then, Rogue Leader winks out. He went down on their watch.<br />
<br />
Callax's watch.<br />
<br />
Closing his eyes, the aristocratic young pilot's fingers tighten on Black Ten's stick, pulling it into an intercept course for the closest fighter, now meat for him to butcher. And butcher it he will, pouring the font of boiling anger that brims beneath his placid surface into the offense - the General could have ejected, after all, or if not still remain wounded in a half-intact fighter. It's possible. Anything's possible. He needs to give the SAR boat time, even in the face of that...monster that looms above them. Perhaps the great Antilles is dead, but the veterans around him are not. The pods must be retrieved.<br />
<br />
And so Callax pushes his ship to redline, targeting the nearest TIE to the SAR ship, pouring on fire into it - and missing, but hopefully the volume of lasers spewing into the direction of the enemy will turn their wrath away from the U-wing to himself. << Come to me, you scum, >> he breathes, voice a leaden whisper on the open comms. << All of you, come to me. I await you. >><br />
<br />
Another of his idles have been claimed, first his parents, than Luke Skywalker and now Wedge Antillies. Karas is angry and it's seen in his flying as he goes on the hunt, his T-85 slicing through space hunting for targets and even though they were outnumbered he was going to take as many as he could with him. Though as he makes his run on a TIE/SF his anger clouds his judgment causing him to miss. He didn't allow for that, his emotions had to take a back seat and after missing he breaks by rolling right and taking an escape vector from the dogfight. He does keep track of that TIE, until he is ordered to leave.<br />
<br />
Hearing Callax, <<Vector out now Black 10, that is an order. This is Captain Darkwing, all remaining Black Squadron pilots leave now!>> he calls into his comms. Black 4 is already closing it's S-Foils but he is waiting to make sure the others have jumped, he wasn't going ot let anyone play hero, not today!<br />
<br />
Black 6 finishes off the special forces TIE he had wounded, prior, returning over the comms, << I hear you, Black Six on my way out.>> Sweeping through the spreading field of debris from the short, but intense battle between the stars that has torn apart starfighters by the dozens, the X-wing closes S-foils and joins its fellows in jumping out. Moments later, the First Order flagship *Supremacy* jumps out of the sector, as well, leaving only ghosts behind.</div>Merekhttp://www.swaoa-mush.com/index.php?title=Log:Log:Resistance:_For_the_Republic&diff=11312Log:Log:Resistance: For the Republic2019-06-24T17:43:43Z<p>Merek: Blanked the page</p>
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<div>''"...there's a splinter of the Republic military that...that feels the Republic isn't taking certain threats as seriously as they maybe ought to be taking them. Specifically the threat posed by the First Order."''<br><br />
- Poe Dameron<br />
<br />
{{image|http://i.imgur.com/awyJXTl.jpg|700px}}<br />
<br />
<br />
== From the Ashes of Rebellion ==<br />
<br />
The Resistance is a small private force created by Princess Leia Organa to keep watch on the movements of the First Order.<br/> Though she petitions the New Republic government for support, she finds the politics of the Senate too slow and too mired in<br/> self-interest to be of any help. The New republic tolerates the Resistance, though it is wary of risking war with the First Order.<br />
<br />
The upper levels of the Resistance consist of primarily of veterans of the Galactic Civil War who have remained loyal to Princess Leia Organa. Many of the New Republic politicians who rebuilt the Senate thought the best way to preserve peace was to disband the galactic-scale military forces that had become the norm since the Clone Wars. This left many skilled veterans without commands. When Leia began organizing a Resistance to stand watch against the militarized rise of the First Order, these old rebels were ready for the fight.<br />
<br />
A secret detachment has been assigned to the Smuggler's moon known as Nar Shaddaa. Known as [[Kath Hounds|The Kath Hounds]] they are located in a hidden base known as Hound Base.<br />
<br/><br />
<br/><br />
<br />
==The Military==<br />
[[image:Resistance-x-wing.jpeg|center|210px]]<br />
<br />
Utilizing hit-and-run tactics against the forces of the First Order, the Resistance's military strategy was to merely delay the motives of the First Order and obtain irrefutable evidence of illegal military incursions into New Republic territory to present to Republic Command.[8] An organized group, the Resistance had a designated rank system for members in both the Resistance army and navy.<br><br><br />
<br />
Militarily, the Resistance was forced to make do with outdated and aging equipment unlike the New Republic, and was so undermanned that most of its personnel were forced to do double duty as scanner technicians, droid programmers, starship mechanics and regular foot soldiers. Owing to its lessened pool of manpower, the Resistance placed a greater emphasis on treating the wounded and returning them to duty, and as a result finding medical equipment was a high priority. <br><br><br />
<br />
Many of the youngest kids were used to fill out the ranks of the Starfighter Corps, and were recruited from local planetary defense forces. Spirited and idealistic, many of the pilots formed a close-knit bond, and were eager to bring the fight to the First Order. As a symbol in their struggle against the First Order, the Resistance adopted the starbird once used by the Rebel Alliance. The symbol adorned the helmets of Resistance starfighter pilots, who were known to use T-70 X-wing fighters in combat, which were older than the New Republic T-85 X-wing.<br><br><br />
Owing to its lessened pool of manpower, the Resistance placed a greater emphasis on treating the wounded and returning them to duty, and as a result finding medical equipment was a high priority. Resistance troopers commonly utilized the BlasTech EL-16HFE blaster rifle, and were ferried into combat on Resistance transports, which were heavily modified transports assembled from varying vessels from previous wars. Gian-211 patrol speeders and an army of droids helped keep the Resistance up and running, with many robotic workers given more responsibility and independence than elsewhere in the galaxy and seen as more than just droids, which was a continuation of the ideas of the Rebel Alliance. Many protocols of the Rebel Alliance also remained in use, with code K-one-zero signaling the evacuation of a base, which was most notably used during the Battle of Hoth.<br />
<br />
== The Best Starfighter Pilots in the Galaxy ==<br />
<br />
{{image|http://i.imgur.com/CN2rawQ.jpg|900px}}<br />
<br />
==Flight Ops/Naval Forces==<br />
With various assets and some of the best pilots in the galaxy on hand, no mission for these folks is too big or too small. Intercept, ground support or humanitarian supply, these folks can get the job done. And they do it very well.<br />
<br />
{| class="wikitable collapsible collapsed"<br />
|- style="text-align:center;"<br />
|-<br />
!Name<br />
!Rank<br />
!Position<br />
!Score<br />
!Image<br />
|-<br />
|[[Poe Dameron|Poe Dameron]]<br />
|Major<br />
|SFC: Black 1<br />
| <br />
| [[File:poe_profile.jpg|75px]]<br />
|-<br />
<br />
|-<br />
|[[Jessika Pava|Jessika Pava]]<br />
|Captain<br />
|SFC: Black 2<br />
| <br />
| {{Image|http://i.imgur.com/TSNcIoc.png|75px}}<br />
|-<br />
<br />
|-<br />
|[[Snap Wexley|Temmin "Snap" Wexley]]<br />
|Captain<br />
|SFC: Black 3<br />
| <br />
| {{Image|http://i.imgur.com/3xovTCE.jpg|75px}}<br />
|-<br />
<br />
|-<br />
|[[Karas Darkwing|Karas Darkwing]]<br />
|Captain<br />
|SFC: Black 4<br />
| <br />
| [[Image:TFF%2B2009%2BPortrait%2BStudio%2BDIRECTV%2BTribeca%2BPress%2B1PtxzWlM2psl.jpg|75px]]<br />
|-<br />
<br />
|-<br />
|[[Tallissan Lintra|Tallie Lintra]]<br />
|Lieutenant<br />
|SFC: Black 5<br />
| <br />
| {{Image|https://i.imgur.com/6izhuRB.jpg|75px}}<br />
|-<br />
<br />
-<br />
|[[Ektor|Ektor-Xer Apollyon]]<br />
|Lieutenant, Junior Grade<br />
|SFC: Black 7<br />
| Math is dumb<br />
| [[File:Ektor1.jpg|75px]]<br />
|-<br />
<br />
|-<br />
|[[Kare Kun]]<br />
|Lieutenant, Junior Grade<br />
|SFC: Black 8<br />
|<br />
|[[File:Kareprof.jpg|75px]]<br />
|-<br />
<br />
|-<br />
|[[Miri Sakir]]<br />
|Flight Officer 2nd class<br />
|SFC: Black 9<br />
|<br />
|{{Image|https://i.imgur.com/3zrgj5i.png|75px}}<br />
|-<br />
<br />
|-<br />
|[[Fiora Diaz]]<br />
|Flight Officer 3rd Class<br />
|SFC: Black 10<br />
|<br />
|[[image:Fiora_Diaz.jpeg|75px]]<br />
|-<br />
<br />
|}<br />
<br />
==Army==<br />
Idle hands are the devil's workshop. <br />
<br />
When the Republic became too trusting of precariously bartered peace between itself and the Empire, and began dismantling the Army's special forces, the doers of the military's dirtier work became idle hands. With them, a malcontent Leia shaped the foundation of her own army. It's small. It's scrappy. It's command conferences might resemble the geriatric ward of a medbay, but dammit, they aren't ready to roll over and retire yet. The bulk of the boots are filled by a younger generation, one reared on stories and legends of the heroic times their parents and grandparents lived through. Fought through. Now they, too, are answering a General's call to arms. To Resist.<br />
<br />
Ground forces are composed of a variety of talents. Demolitions specialists, riflemen, scouts, undercover operatives, medical officers, social workers, machinists, technicians, culinary 'experts', and even janitorial staff. People from all walks of life can find a way to serve the cause and contribute to the daunting task of exposing the cryptic First Order for the evil that it is. As with the Starfighter Corps, Army operations have been executed on small scale, relying heavily on hit-and-run tactics to thwart FO aggression, raid FO supplies, perform recon, or embark on search-and-rescue ops. The two branches work closely together, rely heavily upon one another, and it's not unheard of for there to be overlap of personnel.<br />
<br />
{| class="wikitable collapsible collapsed"<br />
|- style="text-align:center;"<br />
|-<br />
!Name<br />
!Rank<br />
!Position<br />
!Killboard #<br />
!Image<br />
|-<br />
|[[Leia Organa|Leia Organa]]<br />
|General<br />
|Command<br />
|<br />
|<br />
|-<br />
|[[Ambrosia Greystorm|Ambrosia Greystorm]]<br />
|Brigadier General<br />
|Command<br />
|Classified<br />
| [[image:Amber5.jpg|75px]]<br />
|-<br />
|[[Sar Yavok]]<br />
|Lt. Colonel<br />
|Army<br />
|Too many to count<br />
| [[image:Sar_10.jpg|75px]]<br />
|-<br />
|[[Sapphira Solari|Sapphira Yavok]]<br />
|2nd Lieutenant<br />
|Army/Intel<br />
|Our hopes and dreams<br />
| [[image:Newsapphiramain.jpg|75px]]<br />
|-<br />
|[[Merek|Merek]]<br />
|Private<br />
|Army<br />
|&nbsp;Kills: 11<br>Assist: 5<br />
|[[image:Merek.jpg|75px]]<br />
|-<br />
|[[Atridusk|Atridusk]]<br />
|Private<br />
|Army<br />
|People upon my list.<br />
|-<br />
<br />
|-<br />
|}<br />
<br />
== Memorial ==<br />
<br />
Those that gave it all in sacrifice to the cause of the Resistance. They are remembered as heroes!<br />
<br />
{| class="wikitable collapsible collapsed"<br />
|- style="text-align:center;"<br />
|-<br />
!Name<br />
!Rank<br />
!Position<br />
!Killboard #<br />
!Image<br />
|-<br />
|[[Devii|Devii Keva]]<br />
|2nd Lieutenant <br />
|Army<br />
|More than you<br />
|[[image:devii3.jpg|100px]]<br />
|-<br />
|[[Jaya Kassis|Jaya Kassis]]<br />
|Master Chief<br />
|Army<br />
|Unknown<br />
||[[image:Jaya.jpeg|100px]]<br />
|-<br />
|[[Tess Ul'Datha]]<br />
|Master Sergeant<br />
|Army<br />
|If it bleeds, I can kill it.<br />
| [[image:Tess1.png|75px]]<br />
<br />
|-<br />
|}<br />
<br />
== Logs ==<br />
{| class="wikitable collapsible collapsed"<br />
|- style="vertical-align: top;"<br />
|<div class="SWAOACharBoxLogs" style="max-height: 400px; overflow: scroll;">{{#dpl:resultsheader=<hr/>'''Our Missions'''<br/>|suppresserrors=true|namespace=Log|ordermethod=firstedit|order=descending|linksto={{PAGENAME}}}}</div><br />
|}<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
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<div>''"...there's a splinter of the Republic military that...that feels the Republic isn't taking certain threats as seriously as they maybe ought to be taking them. Specifically the threat posed by the First Order."''<br><br />
- Poe Dameron<br />
<br />
{{image|http://i.imgur.com/awyJXTl.jpg|700px}}<br />
<br />
<br />
== From the Ashes of Rebellion ==<br />
<br />
The Resistance is a small private force created by Princess Leia Organa to keep watch on the movements of the First Order.<br/> Though she petitions the New Republic government for support, she finds the politics of the Senate too slow and too mired in<br/> self-interest to be of any help. The New republic tolerates the Resistance, though it is wary of risking war with the First Order.<br />
<br />
The upper levels of the Resistance consist of primarily of veterans of the Galactic Civil War who have remained loyal to Princess Leia Organa. Many of the New Republic politicians who rebuilt the Senate thought the best way to preserve peace was to disband the galactic-scale military forces that had become the norm since the Clone Wars. This left many skilled veterans without commands. When Leia began organizing a Resistance to stand watch against the militarized rise of the First Order, these old rebels were ready for the fight.<br />
<br />
A secret detachment has been assigned to the Smuggler's moon known as Nar Shaddaa. Known as [[Kath Hounds|The Kath Hounds]] they are located in a hidden base known as Hound Base.<br />
<br/><br />
<br/><br />
<br />
==The Military==<br />
[[image:Resistance-x-wing.jpeg|center|210px]]<br />
<br />
Utilizing hit-and-run tactics against the forces of the First Order, the Resistance's military strategy was to merely delay the motives of the First Order and obtain irrefutable evidence of illegal military incursions into New Republic territory to present to Republic Command.[8] An organized group, the Resistance had a designated rank system for members in both the Resistance army and navy.<br><br><br />
<br />
Militarily, the Resistance was forced to make do with outdated and aging equipment unlike the New Republic, and was so undermanned that most of its personnel were forced to do double duty as scanner technicians, droid programmers, starship mechanics and regular foot soldiers. Owing to its lessened pool of manpower, the Resistance placed a greater emphasis on treating the wounded and returning them to duty, and as a result finding medical equipment was a high priority. <br><br><br />
<br />
Many of the youngest kids were used to fill out the ranks of the Starfighter Corps, and were recruited from local planetary defense forces. Spirited and idealistic, many of the pilots formed a close-knit bond, and were eager to bring the fight to the First Order. As a symbol in their struggle against the First Order, the Resistance adopted the starbird once used by the Rebel Alliance. The symbol adorned the helmets of Resistance starfighter pilots, who were known to use T-70 X-wing fighters in combat, which were older than the New Republic T-85 X-wing.<br><br><br />
Owing to its lessened pool of manpower, the Resistance placed a greater emphasis on treating the wounded and returning them to duty, and as a result finding medical equipment was a high priority. Resistance troopers commonly utilized the BlasTech EL-16HFE blaster rifle, and were ferried into combat on Resistance transports, which were heavily modified transports assembled from varying vessels from previous wars. Gian-211 patrol speeders and an army of droids helped keep the Resistance up and running, with many robotic workers given more responsibility and independence than elsewhere in the galaxy and seen as more than just droids, which was a continuation of the ideas of the Rebel Alliance. Many protocols of the Rebel Alliance also remained in use, with code K-one-zero signaling the evacuation of a base, which was most notably used during the Battle of Hoth.<br />
<br />
== The Best Starfighter Pilots in the Galaxy ==<br />
<br />
{{image|http://i.imgur.com/CN2rawQ.jpg|900px}}<br />
<br />
==Flight Ops/Naval Forces==<br />
With various assets and some of the best pilots in the galaxy on hand, no mission for these folks is too big or too small. Intercept, ground support or humanitarian supply, these folks can get the job done. And they do it very well.<br />
<br />
{| class="wikitable collapsible collapsed"<br />
|- style="text-align:center;"<br />
|-<br />
!Name<br />
!Rank<br />
!Position<br />
!Score<br />
!Image<br />
|-<br />
|[[Poe Dameron|Poe Dameron]]<br />
|Major<br />
|SFC: Black 1<br />
| <br />
| [[File:poe_profile.jpg|75px]]<br />
|-<br />
<br />
|-<br />
|[[Jessika Pava|Jessika Pava]]<br />
|Captain<br />
|SFC: Black 2<br />
| <br />
| {{Image|http://i.imgur.com/TSNcIoc.png|75px}}<br />
|-<br />
<br />
|-<br />
|[[Snap Wexley|Temmin "Snap" Wexley]]<br />
|Captain<br />
|SFC: Black 3<br />
| <br />
| {{Image|http://i.imgur.com/3xovTCE.jpg|75px}}<br />
|-<br />
<br />
|-<br />
|[[Karas Darkwing|Karas Darkwing]]<br />
|Captain<br />
|SFC: Black 4<br />
| <br />
| [[Image:TFF%2B2009%2BPortrait%2BStudio%2BDIRECTV%2BTribeca%2BPress%2B1PtxzWlM2psl.jpg|75px]]<br />
|-<br />
<br />
|-<br />
|[[Tallissan Lintra|Tallie Lintra]]<br />
|Lieutenant<br />
|SFC: Black 5<br />
| <br />
| {{Image|https://i.imgur.com/6izhuRB.jpg|75px}}<br />
|-<br />
<br />
-<br />
|[[Ektor|Ektor-Xer Apollyon]]<br />
|Lieutenant, Junior Grade<br />
|SFC: Black 7<br />
| Math is dumb<br />
| [[File:Ektor1.jpg|75px]]<br />
|-<br />
<br />
|-<br />
|[[Kare Kun]]<br />
|Lieutenant, Junior Grade<br />
|SFC: Black 8<br />
|<br />
|[[File:Kareprof.jpg|75px]]<br />
|-<br />
<br />
|-<br />
|[[Miri Sakir]]<br />
|Flight Officer 2nd class<br />
|SFC: Black 9<br />
|<br />
|{{Image|https://i.imgur.com/3zrgj5i.png|75px}}<br />
|-<br />
<br />
|-<br />
|[[Fiora Diaz]]<br />
|Flight Officer 3rd Class<br />
|SFC: Black 10<br />
|<br />
|[[image:Fiora_Diaz.jpeg|75px]]<br />
|-<br />
<br />
|}<br />
<br />
==Army==<br />
Idle hands are the devil's workshop. <br />
<br />
When the Republic became too trusting of precariously bartered peace between itself and the Empire, and began dismantling the Army's special forces, the doers of the military's dirtier work became idle hands. With them, a malcontent Leia shaped the foundation of her own army. It's small. It's scrappy. It's command conferences might resemble the geriatric ward of a medbay, but dammit, they aren't ready to roll over and retire yet. The bulk of the boots are filled by a younger generation, one reared on stories and legends of the heroic times their parents and grandparents lived through. Fought through. Now they, too, are answering a General's call to arms. To Resist.<br />
<br />
Ground forces are composed of a variety of talents. Demolitions specialists, riflemen, scouts, undercover operatives, medical officers, social workers, machinists, technicians, culinary 'experts', and even janitorial staff. People from all walks of life can find a way to serve the cause and contribute to the daunting task of exposing the cryptic First Order for the evil that it is. As with the Starfighter Corps, Army operations have been executed on small scale, relying heavily on hit-and-run tactics to thwart FO aggression, raid FO supplies, perform recon, or embark on search-and-rescue ops. The two branches work closely together, rely heavily upon one another, and it's not unheard of for there to be overlap of personnel.<br />
<br />
{| class="wikitable collapsible collapsed"<br />
|- style="text-align:center;"<br />
|-<br />
!Name<br />
!Rank<br />
!Position<br />
!Killboard #<br />
!Image<br />
|-<br />
|[[Leia Organa|Leia Organa]]<br />
|General<br />
|Command<br />
|<br />
|<br />
|-<br />
|[[Ambrosia Greystorm|Ambrosia Greystorm]]<br />
|Brigadier General<br />
|Command<br />
|Classified<br />
| [[image:Amber5.jpg|75px]]<br />
|-<br />
|[[Sar Yavok]]<br />
|Lt. Colonel<br />
|Army<br />
|Too many to count<br />
| [[image:Sar_10.jpg|75px]]<br />
|-<br />
|[[Sapphira Solari|Sapphira Yavok]]<br />
|2nd Lieutenant<br />
|Army/Intel<br />
|Our hopes and dreams<br />
| [[image:Newsapphiramain.jpg|75px]]<br />
|-<br />
|[[Merek|Merek]]<br />
|Private<br />
|Army<br />
|&nbsp;Kills: 11<br>Assist: 4<br />
|[[image:Merek.jpg|75px]]<br />
|-<br />
|[[Atridusk|Atridusk]]<br />
|Private<br />
|Army<br />
|People upon my list.<br />
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== Memorial ==<br />
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Those that gave it all in sacrifice to the cause of the Resistance. They are remembered as heroes!<br />
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|[[Devii|Devii Keva]]<br />
|2nd Lieutenant <br />
|Army<br />
|More than you<br />
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|[[Jaya Kassis|Jaya Kassis]]<br />
|Master Chief<br />
|Army<br />
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|[[Tess Ul'Datha]]<br />
|Master Sergeant<br />
|Army<br />
|If it bleeds, I can kill it.<br />
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Conference Room - RAF Renegade<br />
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This room is, perhaps, the most luxuriously appointed aboard the ship. A number of priceless trophies, from the head of a prime kath hound to a pair of Jarrek dueling swords, are placed in large cases that ring the room. The room itself is dominated by rich bantha hide seats around the conference table that takes the form of a grand octagon cut as a cross section near the top of a Kashyykian sapling. <br />
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In the center of this conference table is a holoterminal and hyperwave transcievers and serves as the main communications link for the ship. It is also equipped for presentations on a slightly more intimate scale than the briefing room closer toward the stern.<br />
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[Ambrosia Greystorm] <br />
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The dust has settled and one remains...<br />
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Brigadier General Greystorm is seated at the far side of the spacious conference table, surrounded by empty cups, half full water pitchers, caf thermos, and other scattered remains of assembly. Her uniform has a particularly starched look today and it defies her slouch as she awaits the summoned party (that's you!) to arrive. The end of a stylus in slowly ground between idle teeth, datapad long since gone to sleep upon the table. Her stare still burns a steady hole through the set of blast doors, the one sign of life on a visage turned to stone. Well, that and the twitching jaw muscle. Gnaw, gnaw.<br />
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[Merek] <br />
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Merek has come at the call, and steps into the conference room. He looks like he hasn't slept a lot, and he's dressed in his usual black attire with his belt on his hips roguishly, though somehow within the dress code. He's a master with that sort of thing, kind of like with things that go boom. Which is why he's here. So there's that. He salutes firmly, "General," he offers.<br />
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[Ambrosia Greystorm] <br />
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"Private," Ambrosia returns the greeting sans salute and tosses the stylus aside in favor of folding hands together and leaning forward on the table. Her green gazers take a long look up and down his choice of attire and cheeks suck inward while tongue wipes the last taste of that sithspit caf brew she'd ordered from the Mess. "I'm going to give you the benefit of the doubt and presume you've an inkling of why we've summoned you here. But, in case you've forgotten..." She releases Merek from her stern-eyed stare and turns to activate the central projector unit. At first it's a hazy glow of blue - a blank while the system uploads - then the zoomed-in snippet of holonet news footage appears. A snapshot in time of a very familiar face. <br />
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"We've really gotta address your 'undercover' game." A slow nod, still looking at the holographic version of Merek for a few more moments before she tilts her face to resume eye contact with the real form through that wraithlike projection.<br />
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[Merek] <br />
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Merek's attentive stance is shifted as he considers the words from the Brig. General. He then offers a polite nod to her, "I figured that was why, General, and I understand," he says. He seems to be quite aware from what she can note, even as he looks to the holonet posting which has his face on it. At least it looks like him and didn't tell his name outright, but all considered with the Order knowing about him... "I was looking for a quicker method, but I was pressed, and well. My method drew more attention than I liked."<br />
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[Ambrosia Greystorm] <br />
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"Y'know what works well in a pinch at a party? Drunk stumbler. Charity auctioneers love to get their attendees plenty basted, surefire way to get the credits flowing. Bump the wrong fella then watch the chaos unfold, disappear through the resulting brawl. Easy as pie." The graying femme fatale takes a beat to scoot her chair sideways a few inches to get the hologram out of her line of sight. It's a stubborn chair, but she gets it there. <br />
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"We all have to make choices in the heat of the moment, kid, and sometimes the results aren't what we'd intended. But this here's come with a hefty price attached. Between you and me, I don't care whose gem-studded gown your little parting gift set on fire. I /do/ mind the bits of fallout endangering som /very/ important ties. Any First Order operative or merc on their cred worth his/her salt won't take long to link /that/ face," she points for emphasis "with /us/. Dig a little deeper, find out what 'special' item the Iron Fist was really auctioning off and where they sourced it from. Just one little blink of a neuron later and they'll hedge bets on what /we/ doing there, the do-gooders that we are. That Coaxium was a favor, paid to Capt Aeron Garn...Azzameen's matriarch, if you will. Her family provided the Rebellion iwth invaluable assistance during the war against the Empire and this job was meant to secure the same for /us/. That old smuggler broad and I have a bit of history, and if the Order uses this link to rain hellfire down upon them....we lose a damn fine asset. At the very least, it'll earn her wrath and that's a bigger pain in the arse than I feel up to handling. SO." <br />
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Tirade at end, she takes a deep breath, returns to a lower volume of voice. "Black Squadron's Commanders have expressed their concern in person. Perhaps we threw you into the SpecOps unit too hastily. As we've established, mistakes do happen." One hand lights upon her breast and head bows a little too stiffly to be courteous. "After much deliberation, we've come to agree upon a solution, please," she motions to a chair, "sit if you'd like. Sip of water? I don't recommend the caf."<br />
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[Merek] <br />
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Merek listens to the whole conversation for a while, then when Amber notes for him to sit, he does that. He thinks for a moment, only to offer, "I will admit, I'm good at just about everything except masking who I am, General." He then waits to hear what it is she has to say on the solution. It's clear for all his skill he has the subtlety of the grenades he uses also.<br />
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[Ambrosia Greystorm] <br />
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"I've no doubt that there's the making of a skilled trooper behind your blunder, Black. Else you wouldn't be here." Ambrosia's chin tucks into neck a moment, checking an inner pocket of her jacket's front after a glance at her chronometer reminds her she's an hour overdue...<br />
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Pills. One shakes out into palm and gets crunched between teeth. Its bitterness mingles well with the taste of her own sour mood, so why bother wasting the water? "Effective immediately," the BG continues on, "you're being recalled from Black Squadron and reassigned to Nexxu Squad, Vorskyr Platoon. Back with the Army proper, for all field assignments. You can report to Lt Quish at this meeting's end." The pills are disappeared again and she tucks an errant wisp of hair back over her ear. "In addition to body conditioning, combat drills, and scheduled patrol, your new routine will include lessons in identity falsification and concealment. This reassignment is meant to strengthen your weaknesses. I encourage you to take advantage of the knowledge your instructors possess. It might better prepare you, for the possibility of re entry." A resolute nod, then she reaches to deactivate the projector. "With this assignment comes the expectation that you will adhere to uniform protocol. By wearing your uniform, unless specified otherwise by your commanding officers, or while on leave. And on the topic of 'leave', personnel are only permitted to wander from fleet when permission is sought and granted. Security is a fragile thing, now more than ever. And if I were in /your/ shoes, wearing /that/ face so recently on the radar, I wouldn't dare to wander far. You, like any soldier of mine, are an extension of this Army. Of the Resistance. When you are exposed so, too, are we." <br />
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Ambrosia pushes back a few degrees from her forward lean and sits up straight in the leather chair. Her fingers graze the curvacious arms idly. "Have you questions for me, Private Black?"<br />
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[Merek] <br />
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Merek's gaze turns to a squint with wild emotions constrained behind it. He doesn't take his time to speak any word besides, "Understood, General, no questions." It looks like it's taking all his will to hold back on anything else he might say to her.<br />
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[Ambrosia Greystorm] <br />
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Grumpy Greystorm's face - like much of her body - tells a long story, mapped by fine lines, memorable scars, and weathered creases. It's a map drawn by cumulative years of abuse, war, and the curse of age. The little crow's feet in her eyes' corners deepen ever so slightly in study of the young man's terse reply. A subtle transformation takes shape - hard lines soften, flatlined mouth draws upward into the tiniest of lopsided smiles. <br />
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"No questions, maybe..." Her fingers cease their mindless strokes on the chair and take up a quiet, drumming rhythm together. "But I'll wager there's something more you'd like to say to me, trooper." Her head tips back a few degrees as if to survey him from new angle while both brows go aloft, the right side moreso than left. Just like her lips. The fancy nest of braids encasing her skull pushes back into the leather as she leans. Hands fold casually into lap. <br />
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"I imagine this feels like an insult to you. I was young and reckless once, too. The difference in this situation, now, is that we are offering to invest more time in your training while you continue to serve this fight, rather than chuck you into the brig for your own 'protection'. *My* commander just threw me into walls." A half shrug and glance up to the ceiling, "Leia wasn't keen on me bringing /all/ elements of my expertise and experience into training up her new Army, so...consider this a blessing. No doubt more merciful than what /your/ former commanders in the Order would have decree. Now. If it would ease your troubled heart, Private, I grant you this moment in private to speak freely. You're no good to me if your blood pressure gets /too/ high."<br />
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[Merek] <br />
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Merek looks back to the General when she speaks to him, and doesn't seem to put much study into the lines of her face. He thinks about her words, while he lifts his shoulders to a shrug, "My whole goal in joining Black Squadron, is the hope that I can actually get to fly a ship into battle, and fight on the ground, to be where I'm needed. But no one cares to mention what we army folk do, even when I was with them, where were all the mentions of what I did? All it ever is, is how the fly boys get awards and kill counts, how wonderful they are, meanwhile the boots on the ground get forgotten."<br />
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The man motions a bit with a palm, "When our Agent almost got slaves killed and decided abandoning her whole prospect was a reasonable thing to do, I stood up amidst the Order and Hutts to save them. I've done nothing but serve the cause, and the ONE TIME you all find it in you to talk to us that are just boots on the ground, it's to chastise. I... You're the only one that seems to understand, and I know why you make these decisions. But it wouldn't really hurt to boost Army morale once in a while. We are just as important as the pilots. I've given you entire parts of my body in service. Do you... Do you even know why I came to the Resistance? Am I only worth speaking to when I screw up? Ya, it was quite a screw-up, but you think I didn't know the moment I saw the holonet post I knew how bad I screwed up? I don't even manage sleep at night, for the sake of protecting the people, only to have some Queen come back who wishes to undermine us and, forget some of us have trained in diplomacy most our lives, ya she only wants to speak with the best of the best. I don't want glory, I don't even need recognition, I just want. Acknowledgement, that I did something, instead of jokes said in the back of the bars about me." Merek adds, respectfully, to that, "General." Because if you are going to throw yourself into this, might as well do it with some respect.<br />
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[Ambrosia Greystorm] <br />
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Ambrosia doesn't bat a lash for the duration of his honest meltdown. In fact, there's not a trace of emotion mirrored back to him as she listens. Silent. Patient. These are the traits of a mother. And an efficient killer. <br />
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But then he's done. The residual water in cups upon the table tremors oh so slightly under the weight of her palms pushing down while the rest of her rises into the full, upright position. She's not exceptionally tall, but falls just a couple inches shy of his own stature. Her walk around the table's perimeter is neatly measured and unhurried. Unmanicured hands clasp one another at the low of her spine, temporarily disarming herself of those fists whilst she comes to stand at parade rest in front of him. So close, the toes of their boots are /almost/ touching. When she does at last speak, her tone is kept carefully low and even - the sort of voice that sounds calm to the ignorant and/or innocent ear, but to those who know better, it harbors an element of warning. Mother, indeed. <br />
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"I recall your story. A dead lover, was it? Disillusionment with the Order you'd so heartfully served." Her steadfast stare shifts to look over his shoulder to the door, then back. "The Queen is a woman child, who I imagine has never had to lift a finger in her own bodily defense. Diplomacy is well and good - that is the guiding light which hands like you and me and all the other boots of old and new are made to kill for. That is what justifies the blood. Freedom to choose. It is her freedom, as well as ours, even if her naivete cost her dearly once already." <br />
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"The Starfighter Corps is the shiny element of our force which most captures the heart and imagination of all young dreamers and liberated worlds. Death from afar...not so messy and personal as that which we know best, down in the lowly dirt. But no less dangerous. Flyboys will be flyboys, Merek." Ooooh, there's the first name! "I married one such sonofamoof twenty-seven years ago and though he's long since retired I can assure you, they never change." Her index finger comes up and prods firmly into his chest. "If you're in this fight, you best develop a thicker skin, or sign up for sessions with our psych expert...I am obligated to offer you that. Accolades and reprimands come and go, but you shouldn't rely on either to keep your head in the game. Some of us haven't got the time to kick back with a cold one and deliver pats on the back, swap stories about our day. Believe me, kid, wish I did. Life was a hell of a lot more enjoyable, back then. But don't you ever get it into that skull of yours that I, or any of the Brass 'forget' about those serving in the mud. We've all lost. Some more than others. We've all bled. And in spite of it, I wouldn't trade my boots for a set of wings, any day."<br />
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"This is war. To some, we are salvation, humanity. To others, we are harbingers of suffering and scourge of the 'peace'." Her head shakes faintly. "Laughter, jokes, insults, slurs, threats...it's all part of the experience, but don't let it shake your resolve. THICK skin." Another poke. "That's what keeps you alive, when commradarie fails. There's a lot of other boys and girls 'round here that are scared, tired, far from home, so you ain't as alone as you think."<br />
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[Merek] <br />
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Merek takes in a small breath, then exhales it, while he listens to Amber speak with him. He then waits until she is finished with her words, before he speaks. "My apologies, for speaking so freely, I'll do better, I understand, General." He doesn't look to be much a man with many words once he's spoken that which he wished to. Back to simple words. If he has any semblance of emotion though, it seems broken. "I'm already on mandatory psych eval and meetings, under order of the General Skywalker. After the knights."<br />
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[Ambrosia Greystorm] <br />
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"Ah, well then," Both of Ambrosia's palms go upward out to either side, then clasp together in front of her waist. "Already sorted out." She takes a half step back and offers the man a curt little nod. She didn't grow up through the ranks with nickname 'Ice Queen Aderanne' for nothing. It's not hard to see that she isn't the huggable type. "And I know you will. Do better. You believe in this cause, I know you do. Let that be your consolation," says a voice void of kindness and warmth. Does she HAVE emotions? Maybe, somewhere in that burned out, damaged bundle of nerves called a brain. She remembers having them, at any rate, in a life before this one. And so it's with an attentive posture that she salutes him. "Dismissed, Private. I will be monitoring your progress."<br />
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[Merek] <br />
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<center>Merek was with the Coruscanti Nobles. He's located upon Nar Shaddaa, also as a civilian that travels to planets as a Knight of House Black. It would seem that his family is that of Merchants, as well as Military. His former titles are known as that Duke upon Coruscant in addition to being Knight too. He seems to also have an interest in tech as well as being quite a skilled pilot with ships. The Order took the assets of the House, so they moved to Tatooine and also, keep their titles. The assets move to Naboo as the Resistance wins the planet, while it works to rebuild. Merek takes up the name of the Duke also. The family works towards creating more House friends while upon the planet also.</center><br><br />
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| The owner of the Union. A nice man that is often there to assist the merchants of the Union. Knows people.<br />
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|[[Tylin Creel|Tylin Creel]] <br />
| I don't know a lot about the woman although she seems to be nice as well also. Corellian Rangers founder.<br />
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<div>''"...there's a splinter of the Republic military that...that feels the Republic isn't taking certain threats as seriously as they maybe ought to be taking them. Specifically the threat posed by the First Order."''<br><br />
- Poe Dameron<br />
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== From the Ashes of Rebellion ==<br />
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The Resistance is a small private force created by Princess Leia Organa to keep watch on the movements of the First Order.<br/> Though she petitions the New Republic government for support, she finds the politics of the Senate too slow and too mired in<br/> self-interest to be of any help. The New republic tolerates the Resistance, though it is wary of risking war with the First Order.<br />
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The upper levels of the Resistance consist of primarily of veterans of the Galactic Civil War who have remained loyal to Princess Leia Organa. Many of the New Republic politicians who rebuilt the Senate thought the best way to preserve peace was to disband the galactic-scale military forces that had become the norm since the Clone Wars. This left many skilled veterans without commands. When Leia began organizing a Resistance to stand watch against the militarized rise of the First Order, these old rebels were ready for the fight.<br />
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A secret detachment has been assigned to the Smuggler's moon known as Nar Shaddaa. Known as [[Kath Hounds|The Kath Hounds]] they are located in a hidden base known as Hound Base.<br />
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==The Military==<br />
[[image:Resistance-x-wing.jpeg|center|210px]]<br />
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Utilizing hit-and-run tactics against the forces of the First Order, the Resistance's military strategy was to merely delay the motives of the First Order and obtain irrefutable evidence of illegal military incursions into New Republic territory to present to Republic Command.[8] An organized group, the Resistance had a designated rank system for members in both the Resistance army and navy.<br><br><br />
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Militarily, the Resistance was forced to make do with outdated and aging equipment unlike the New Republic, and was so undermanned that most of its personnel were forced to do double duty as scanner technicians, droid programmers, starship mechanics and regular foot soldiers. Owing to its lessened pool of manpower, the Resistance placed a greater emphasis on treating the wounded and returning them to duty, and as a result finding medical equipment was a high priority. <br><br><br />
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Many of the youngest kids were used to fill out the ranks of the Starfighter Corps, and were recruited from local planetary defense forces. Spirited and idealistic, many of the pilots formed a close-knit bond, and were eager to bring the fight to the First Order. As a symbol in their struggle against the First Order, the Resistance adopted the starbird once used by the Rebel Alliance. The symbol adorned the helmets of Resistance starfighter pilots, who were known to use T-70 X-wing fighters in combat, which were older than the New Republic T-85 X-wing.<br><br><br />
Owing to its lessened pool of manpower, the Resistance placed a greater emphasis on treating the wounded and returning them to duty, and as a result finding medical equipment was a high priority. Resistance troopers commonly utilized the BlasTech EL-16HFE blaster rifle, and were ferried into combat on Resistance transports, which were heavily modified transports assembled from varying vessels from previous wars. Gian-211 patrol speeders and an army of droids helped keep the Resistance up and running, with many robotic workers given more responsibility and independence than elsewhere in the galaxy and seen as more than just droids, which was a continuation of the ideas of the Rebel Alliance. Many protocols of the Rebel Alliance also remained in use, with code K-one-zero signaling the evacuation of a base, which was most notably used during the Battle of Hoth.<br />
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== The Best Starfighter Pilots in the Galaxy ==<br />
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==Flight Ops/Naval Forces==<br />
With various assets and some of the best pilots in the galaxy on hand, no mission for these folks is too big or too small. Intercept, ground support or humanitarian supply, these folks can get the job done. And they do it very well.<br />
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|[[Poe Dameron|Poe Dameron]]<br />
|Major<br />
|SFC: Black 1<br />
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| [[File:poe_profile.jpg|75px]]<br />
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|[[Jessika Pava|Jessika Pava]]<br />
|Captain<br />
|SFC: Black 2<br />
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|[[Snap Wexley|Temmin "Snap" Wexley]]<br />
|Captain<br />
|SFC: Black 3<br />
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| {{Image|http://i.imgur.com/3xovTCE.jpg|75px}}<br />
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|[[Karas Darkwing|Karas Darkwing]]<br />
|Captain<br />
|SFC: Black 4<br />
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| [[Image:TFF%2B2009%2BPortrait%2BStudio%2BDIRECTV%2BTribeca%2BPress%2B1PtxzWlM2psl.jpg|75px]]<br />
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|[[Tallissan Lintra|Tallie Lintra]]<br />
|Lieutenant<br />
|SFC: Black 5<br />
| <br />
| {{Image|https://i.imgur.com/6izhuRB.jpg|75px}}<br />
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|[[Ektor|Ektor-Xer Apollyon]]<br />
|Lieutenant, Junior Grade<br />
|SFC: Black 7<br />
| Math is dumb<br />
| [[File:Ektor1.jpg|75px]]<br />
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|[[Kare Kun]]<br />
|Lieutenant, Junior Grade<br />
|SFC: Black 8<br />
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|[[File:Kareprof.jpg|75px]]<br />
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|[[Miri Sakir]]<br />
|Flight Officer 2nd class<br />
|SFC: Black 9<br />
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|{{Image|https://i.imgur.com/3zrgj5i.png|75px}}<br />
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|[[Fiora Diaz]]<br />
|Flight Officer 3rd Class<br />
|SFC: Black 10<br />
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|[[image:Fiora_Diaz.jpeg|75px]]<br />
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==Army==<br />
Idle hands are the devil's workshop. <br />
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When the Republic became too trusting of precariously bartered peace between itself and the Empire, and began dismantling the Army's special forces, the doers of the military's dirtier work became idle hands. With them, a malcontent Leia shaped the foundation of her own army. It's small. It's scrappy. It's command conferences might resemble the geriatric ward of a medbay, but dammit, they aren't ready to roll over and retire yet. The bulk of the boots are filled by a younger generation, one reared on stories and legends of the heroic times their parents and grandparents lived through. Fought through. Now they, too, are answering a General's call to arms. To Resist.<br />
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Ground forces are composed of a variety of talents. Demolitions specialists, riflemen, scouts, undercover operatives, medical officers, social workers, machinists, technicians, culinary 'experts', and even janitorial staff. People from all walks of life can find a way to serve the cause and contribute to the daunting task of exposing the cryptic First Order for the evil that it is. As with the Starfighter Corps, Army operations have been executed on small scale, relying heavily on hit-and-run tactics to thwart FO aggression, raid FO supplies, perform recon, or embark on search-and-rescue ops. The two branches work closely together, rely heavily upon one another, and it's not unheard of for there to be overlap of personnel.<br />
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|General<br />
|Command<br />
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|[[Ambrosia Greystorm|Ambrosia Greystorm]]<br />
|Brigadier General<br />
|Command<br />
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|[[Sapphira Solari|Sapphira Yavok]]<br />
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Those that gave it all in sacrifice to the cause of the Resistance. They are remembered as heroes!<br />
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|2nd Lieutenant <br />
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|More than you<br />
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|[[Jaya Kassis|Jaya Kassis]]<br />
|Master Chief<br />
|Army<br />
|Unknown<br />
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|[[Tess Ul'Datha]]<br />
|Master Sergeant<br />
|Army<br />
|If it bleeds, I can kill it.<br />
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[[Category:Organizations]]</div>Merekhttp://www.swaoa-mush.com/index.php?title=Log:Resistance:_Sands_of_Socorro&diff=10933Log:Resistance: Sands of Socorro2019-03-26T04:19:47Z<p>Merek: Created page with "<!-- Fill this in with information about your log --> {{LogBox | LogTitle=Sands of Socorro | Location=Socorro | Participants=Renek Crowe, Rip Recker, Kaelyn, [..."</p>
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The winds blow through the deserts of Socorro while a team of folk aligned to the Resistance meet with the point of contact at a cave in the winding canyons. Black sands swirl as Merek has taken a speeder with him to deliver the team to his contact with the Black Bha'lir. He slows up while he looks from the goggles to the others that are there, "Alright, I will be on comms, you all have it from here. I will provide our exit, either by speeder or ship depending how this goes."<br />
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A man exits the cave, while he looks to all those that have come, and motions for them to follow into the cave with him, "Come, we explain, we need to get this finished before night."<br />
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Kae, the younger of the two Sephi sisters, now that they're in a cave and all, has her helmet pulled up enough so her eyes nose and more importantly mouth is exposed. She reaches into a pouch she keeps on her hip and digs through it before pulling out an orange kind of double-bulbed sphere which she uses a small knife to help peel.. Before long she's smiling cheerfully as she is eating wedge after wedge of dark orange/red fruited citrus of some kind.. <br />
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Meanwhile a pair of BB droids come rolling up behind Kae, one on either side.. One is white with purple accents, the other is black with purple accents... The white one glances up and accidently bumps into Kae, causing the dark one to extend a manipulator and bop the white one, which ends up in a kind of wierd ball-droid slap party and lots of beeping and warbling... Kae sighs and casually steps between themn... <br />
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Both droids emit questioning beeps.. Kae sighs "Quiiiit, not here... when we get back you two can get on the Holovid and play space wrestlers and beat each other's avatar up really badly..." To which both droids litterally squee happily and start acting well, at least like normal BB's should? <br />
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Kae looks around curiously as she's finished most of her citrus-y fruit and is working now on a second as she sticks the last of the wedges in her mouth....<br />
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A man had to eat, and to eat, he had to earn. That explains why Rip was here. He leaps from their lift and plops firmly in the black sand. A few adjustments to his gunbelt, the duster, then his hair (which is fruitless because of the wind) and this smuggler is ready. The man who says, 'come, we explain, we need to get this finished before tonight,' earns all of Rip's attention. Rather than wait for the others to converge, he follows the guy blindly, swaggering along like any overconfident Corellian might.<br />
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A soft whirring noise might be heard as Kisaiya sort of half-skips along with the rest of them. Her powered armor kicking in to start regulating the temperature. She is wearing the full helmet, her face enclosed with the sort of slit-eyed glow of the optical receivers being displayed on the outside. Kisa is flicking through the different options in her helmet as usual, thermal, night, normal, thermal, night, normal. <br />
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If she started turning the flashlight on and off it might be more obvious that she's hosting a one-person party inside that suit as she waits to find out more. She comes up to a stop next to her sister, her voice coming out at about three octaves higher than it should. "I think the sand is getting into some of the electronics. Yep. Yep. Kae, can you fix that?"<br />
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On a world like this, Nova Korell is glad her armor sports climate control systems. The weary soldier is fine with Merek driving; if something happens, they'll need someone to return fire, and she's good at that.<br />
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The speeder appears to be coming to a halt. Nova nods shortly at Merek, almost casually stepping from the speeder and sweeping the horizon with her quadnoculars. "Looks like we haven't been followed," she says, lowering the devices back into their case and shutting the speeder's door. She moves to follow the man into the cave, hands resting casually on her tac-slung Tracker's grips.<br />
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Renek's boots thud heavily into the sand a moment after Rip lands, and the former soldier turned 'mercenary' straightens up slowly. Covering his body are heavy armor plates, and his face is obscured by a blast helmet and visor. A grey scarf has been wrapped around his neck and the bottom of his face to ward off the biting black sand on their journey here, but now that they have arrived he pulls it down. He adjusts the rifle strapped over his shoulder, and then starts after Rip -- equally somber and straight to business.<br />
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The winds pick up, the sands begin to move around in a way that keeps the world from view. It is good for privacy, not so wonderful to scouting. The man waits for all of them, then a man steps to the makeshift light. He motions to those that have come, "This is going to be a simple explanation, we don't have the luxury of waiting around... An outpost here is holding shipments of military weapons that are to be sent to worlds the Order has superiority upon... We don't have a map of the place, we do know that is has a tower watch, and a front entrance, as well as a cargo bay. Your mission will be two things," he holds up a finger, "One, you will sabotage the shipment, two you will also recover information from the facility. They are rivals to us, we are willing to offer you compensation, and our favor in the smuggling world. You will have an hour to walk there, it will take about half an hour, then you have a half an hour for completion of the mission. If you do it perfectly, we will offer those of you who are smugglers an in with us, should you wish to join our efforts also. Any questions?" he asks.<br />
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First words ouf ot Kae's mouth in reaction to Kisa? "Agaaaain?" She say sand siiighs... "The wrist comp that thing has built in, pull up diagnostic, then hit the purge button, that'll clear things out for you... It'll flush its self of sand and stuffs... That armor can do that." She adds and eats more citrus... "Ya know these are really good..." She then pauses a moment "Umm on second thought... Lemme ..." She says and reaches over to Kisa, picks up her arm and hits the right buttons on the wrist comp for her armor.. "These buttons here..." She says and grins again.. <br />
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Kae then glances to the people "Ooh tight time tables and stuff...." She looks at what she has on her "Good thing I brought my buddies here, they can help get us in to that place tooo... and I'm pretty handy with base and ship systems and stuffs....." She mutters and rubs the back of her neck "Sooo you want us to Sabotage the shipment? Does it matter how? You want it subtle? or you want it to knock out the ship hauling it? What?"<br />
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"None. Let's get this kriffing thing going. I'm tired of sand getting everywhere, and Old Soldier here isn't getting any younger." He hikes a gloved thumb back toward the older Republic soldier standing near him. "I'm a demolitions expert, so sabotaging drek is my drek." He announces to their crew. Rip looks ready to rumble, and if they were holding some sort of weight behind being tied to the Black Bah'lir, then his displaying the holstered CM Series III blaster would've marked him as one of their favored anyway.<br />
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Renek listens carefully to what their contact has to say, and doesn't have any 'big thoughts' that need offering back in return. His only reaction to the briefing is a furrowed brow, which is fortunately hidden by the visor on his helmet. "Well, doesn't this feel like a bit of Deja Vu, Cap'n..." He drolls in dark and laconic tones to Rip. He then looks over to the gunslinger, and shakes his head ever so slightly. "We don't hurry it up you'll have to change my adult diaper before we're done." His feet shift into a more comfortable position, and he goes back to waiting.<br />
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Kisa is standing there, staring at her sister when her sister reaches over and makes the suit vent out the sand. She cants her head to the side, looking down to the wrist panel then back up, down, back up. "This one?" She presses it and the flashlight turns on. Nope. Another press to turn it off, then a press and the suit makes a sound as gas shoots out from some of the gaps - clearing them again. A head turn toward Rip, curiosity as she tilts her head again, "Get what kriffing thing going? We just got off a speeder that was going and we were walking. Or do you mean that like how kids these days say 'What is going up'? Wait, is that the phrase?" Kisa looks toward her sister and scratches at her metal chin.<br />
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"Where will this information be stored, and what kind of information are you looking for?" Nova asks, looking to the second man. "Retrieving data from a computer is a lot different than scouring a room for a binder full of flimsies, and it'd be easy to miss the right stuff if we don't know what we're looking for." She hears the telltale hiss of powered armor preparing to vent sand, and edges a little farther from Kisaiya and Kae.<br />
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"It will be on a file in the office likely, on a datastick, that is all we know," the man tells Nova, he then motions to the others, "You can plan and walk on your way there," he adds. The winds swirl the sand about outside, while the Bha'lir also move into their cave again.<br />
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Kae peers over to Nova now and smiles "I and my droids here can prolly help with grabbing that info and any other info needed too." she says cheerfully... Kae then glances back to Kisa and reaches out to poke at her sister... Poke.... Poke.... Kae then shrugs and looks to the others before tugging her helmet down. There's a brief hiss as the internals seal off and of course the atmospheric control inside starts up. Yay for Mandalorian built armor? And that's what Kae's wearing. <br />
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The armor is camoflaged, suprisingly well for this area what with the greys and browns on it, and the black, shiny H-visor is a tell tale sign of the maker to boot. "Soo we have a looong walk in front of us.. we'll probably want to get going... do we have a layout of this base? Some kinda plan?" She asks curiously, "Or am I and or my droids sneeking up and getting one when we get there?" She adds and then the girl idly checks her tracker carbine and her pistol... "Doop dee doop..." She humms to her self while making sure her weapons are charged up.<br />
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"Man, I love these guys. Straight to business, and they just toss you to the kath hounds! That's a page out of my own holo." Looking back at Renek, Rip brings up his own face mask, which is just an old rag he's tied to hang over his nose and mouth. It's pretty obvious Rip is smiling, but the rag hides the more charming details of his face. "If you mess yourself, I'm using that diaper as a grenade. It'll be great." To Kisa, he motions after their hosts. "I mean the mission, kid. The part where we blow something up." He pulls goggles down over his eyes. An elbow nudges Renek again. "This time, there aren't any Trandoshans.. so who's in charge of this thing? We just walking through the front door? That's what he said to do?" Rip indicates that the /he/ referenced in his statement is Renek.<br />
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Kisa reaches back and starts jabbing her sister back. Poke-poke-poke, "You aren't sneaking up there either way! Don't you /even/. I'm better at sneaking than you are, ya goof!" Those who know what to listen for could probably hear the frown on Kisaiya's face since she otherwise was wearing that helmet that covered it. Kisa had a SoroSuub Tracker as well, though she wasn't checking the purple ammo readout at the moment. "And why-for you poke me!" Kisa knew exactly why her sister was poking her, but that didn't stop her from playing the innocent here. She turns to look toward Rip, staring at him (presumably) before looking away and toward Nova. She inches back in her direction her hand straying down toward her wrist and the button to vent.<br />
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"No layout for sure; we barely know where this place is," Nova replies to Kae. "I guess we'll have to come up on it quiet-like and do a little scouting, if the wind dies down enough. With a half-hour time limit, the last thing we want is to get lost in there." She steps outside, finds the proper bearing on her compass, and gets walking in the right direction. "The faster we get there, the more time we'll have to look the place over. That'd be a big help in formulating more of a plan than we have now."<br />
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"You're wanting /me/ to go through the front door first?" Renek says almost incredulously to Rip. "Compared to most of the others on this mission I am the least armed and least armored and most likely to be killed." He pauses for a moment, ponder this potential future, and nods. "Seems fine by me. Lets get moving." He motions for someone to take the lead. "We would only be so lucky if there were some of those fair, most beautiful, creatures of the night... Trandoshan women waiting for us in that there base." He says with seemingly disturbing sincerity to Rip.<br />
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The walk to the outpost is simple enough, although the winds as well as sands keep them from seeing much when they find it. The place is the size of a house, and a tower can be made out from those arriving. They are at a point where it's difficult to see much of the place besides that. Though, there is likely a person at the tower watching the sands also.<br />
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Kae tilts her head as they get closer and well, she's soon flat on the ground behind some cover and pulling up her carbine to look down the sights... "Sniper in the tower.. I think." She says and rubs the back of her neck, even though there's armor there... "We's either wanna take em out quiet or sneek by em, but that's a guy with a biiiig gun..." She says and she glances to Kisa. <br />
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Kae's droids all hide behind Kae trying to get low too... "Kiisssaaa." Kae whispers "Put on the thermal thingies and verify?" She asks and grins again....<br />
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Kisa is headed along with everyone else and pulls up a bit short alongside her sister. Thankfully, she has all those handy toggles for different vision modes. It even has a built in tracking system. She nods her head and looks toward the guard post as well. "I see it too-o-o-o-o. Someone up in the tower. You know, Kae, this whole thing seems like one of those holos I keep catching you watching."<br />
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Nova pulls out her quadnoculars again, pausing to take a knee and look the place over. She frowns at the sight of that tower. "At least the searchlights won't be much use, not in this. Just hope they don't have really good thermal optics. The hot sand'll mess up cheap stuff." She looks the place over carefully. "Definitely someone in that tower, could be a sniper like Kae's saying. They've got a good line of sight on the front entrance. Maybe we could work around to the back. I'm not seeing a lot of windows; gotta get pretty dark in there, so I'm guessing they've got lights inside... which means we can put them out if need be."<br />
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Kae, is well, she's moving as best she can? She's well casually strolling, somewhat quietly, ok so she kicks a rock or two, then stumbles, then pauses a bit... She waggles her arms some and adopts the whole cartoon sneak-pose. She's seen that on Holos too and continues sneaking up on the building... Now mind you, she's eeeeveerrrr so barely audibly humming a personal sneeky theme song... THis is soo gonna get her thwapped by Kisa... <br />
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As Kae gets to the back of the building she smiles, not that it's seen and gives everyone a thumbs up! She did it, yaaaay! She so didn't do it, but she thinks she did!<br />
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This mission was timed, and they didn't have the time to discuss how to efficiently go about clearing the corners and every hiding spot. This required action, and Rip was one for the challenge. Since no one claimed to be in charge, it was time to take charge; /BE/ the charge. He nudged Renek. "I CAN'T SEE A KRIFFING THING!" He yelled over the wind and sand. "KRIFF IT!" In the only show of dexterity that was likely to grace the smuggler captain today, he draws his CM Series III blaster and charges ahead. Past the sneaking people and right on up to the door where he trips over a small dune and barrels right on in. It's a fantastic display of failure and initiative in one roll, and Rip owns it, landing on his side the moment something, anything gives.<br />
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"YOU'RE RIGHT! ITS A BLOODY SANDSTORM! I BET THEY AREN'T EVEN LOOKING OUT THE WINDOWS." Renek shouts back to Rip, trying to be heard over the sound of the storm. When the Gunslinger takes off running towards the house, the soldier just watches him for a moment in disbelief. "Kriff me..." He murmurs under his breath. "He's going to steal all my kills, and get himself killed in the process. I'll have to write a letter to Zero explaining why Rip is dead. I hate writing." With that said, Renek leaps to his feet, and charges after his friend and commander to join him.<br />
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Edging out a little from the boundary, Nova keeps low and moves in, her steps silent and perfectly timing her movements with the eddies of the wind, moving when it picks up. She's in close in moments... And watching that tower, having heard Rip's shouted profanity. It doesn't look like the potential sniper is watching them at the moment, or so her telescopic sight says. But if that changes... she draws a bead, keeping an eye on him. "Dull roar, guys? This'll be tricky enough as it is."<br />
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Kisa is following the same idea as Nova, slinking along in her armor and right up behind her sister. Who - as she hears the humming - gives her a flick of the long pointy ear and a whispered, "Stahp the sneaking music, ya jawa." A sigh and she drifts a bit away from her sister and still toward the facility paralleling Nova in her own way.<br />
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When Recker moves to the entrance, the sound of some of the sneakers draws that sniper's attention, then he's preparing his aim for the place right in front. The front door then opens as four smugglers move out with a leader after preperations from them. They all lift up their weapons to aim at those in the front. The ones at the back would have to backtrack to assist the others at this point also.<br />
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Kae blinks and is poked at by her sister, this of course get sthe requisite flailing of arms briefly. "I was humming quietly!" She whispers... "Fruitbat..." She responds at the mention of Jawa... Kae then peers at the door curiously and squints her eyes now as she's at the back door and she blinks... "Umm yeaah so whoever thought to lock the door really gets an F- for effort here.." She mutters, then simply bendes over and starts lifting the door up.... "Up up and awaaay!" She says and blinks.. <br />
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From the ground, and his side, Rip opens fire using the marksman as it was designed. The loud blaster discharging is enough to cause his ears to ring, and he's already screaming his war cry by the second shot. One's done for, and there's plenty of others to kill. "GET IN HERE RENEK BEFORE I KILL THEM ALL!"<br />
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Seeing that sniper go on alert to the front of the facility, Nova adjusts her aim and double-taps. Only one of the shots hits, as the sharpshooter apparently has eyes in the back of his head. She hurriedly ducks up against the side of the building, out of his sight.<br />
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Kisa lets out a /sigh/ at her sister and the amusement is heard in her voice, "You're still a Jawa, and it was /still/ too loud." She would smile, or she was smiling, except for the fact that you couldn't see her smile behind the helmet." She waited at the opposite side of the door as her sister as Kaelyn started working on opening it. As the door swings wide, Kisaiya pulls the rifle into her shoulder and starts to heads through the building at a fast walk. Keeping her eyes open and checking corners. "I'm gonna try to fla-a-a-ank them." Kisa's voice is sing-song on the comm.<br />
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Renek charges up next to Rip, and takes a knee next to the door -- using it for both cover and to stabilize his weapon. His heavy rifle rises slowly into position, and he places the butt of it against his cheek. "Don't worry... You wont kill all of them." He says in dark and sinister tones to Rip. He pulls the trigger, and a blazing flash of light accompanies it. The heavy blaster bolt rips out of the rifle, and blasts a scorching hole into one of the smugglers.<br />
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As the smugglers are coming to them but two fall to the blaster fire, the leader stepping by them while all of them lift up their weapons to shoot. "You won't take the shipment, we will pay you to let us alone," he offers, while shooting them. The sniper takes a hit and notices he's being shot. He tries dodging the next, then he manages to roll out of the tower and lands right on the sands. Kaelyn manages to find shipments within the cargo bay, while Kisa moves through the place to the doors managing to flank the smugglers also.<br />
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Kae is on the coms "I found the cargo! And look! Grenades!" She says cheerfully... "Lezzee what this does.." The sound of pins being pulled and beeping can be plainly heard on the coms.. "That's one... Thaaat's two grenades... Nope that's not efficent..." More rumblings int he background, the sound of tape and whatnot, then well more pins being pulled and lots more beeping "That's.. a bunch, and then another..." there's more tape and more pins "Aaaand another..." And she closes the boxes... <br />
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Next Kae skips up behind Kisa or at least behind her path saying on the coms.. "I put a buncha bombs in boxes folks..." She says cheerfully... "We might not wanna hang around heeerrreee!" She's like way too cheerful with explosives... It's the same tone Kisa's heard when Kae got a hold of a magazine of proton torpedos and other large explosives and wiped out a corvette... one she happened to be taking a bounty off of....<br />
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Kisaiya finally manages to sweep around behind the group of Smugglers as she frowns a little, she thought she heard her sister say something crazy. But that can't be right. I mean... That would be silly if she heard her sister right. Then again, she's known her sister to do stranger things. Oh no. "Um, fire in the hole?" Kisa says it on the comm before popping up, holding the tracker in tight she pops off a round toward each of the smugglers in the area before curling herself as low as she can in preparation for an explosion. "Kae, you better not get yourself hurt or I'm not letting you leave the ship next time."<br />
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Rip was just getting up when they all started shooting at him. So he flings himself toward the door, and falls back outside in the sand, comically rolling by Renek who'd just been hit as a result of Rip moving. "Pardon me.." He grunts and plants his back on the other side of the door, cradling his Series III between two hands and peeking in. "This crazy guy is negotiating /and/ shooting at us." He looks to Renek and just nods. When it comes time, he intended to swing in a shoot the guy at the same time. Rip moves, assuming a bi-lateral shooting stance where the blaster is kept close to his torso, and fires twice into the room, hitting the leader once with a devastating blue bolt. "HA! SELL THAT, HUTTSUCKER!"<br />
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Nova can't help but hear Kae's idea of demolitions. <Team, we should go. Kae's been planting grenades in the munitions boxes, and you know how short those timers run!> She steps back from the building and paces quickly backwards, covering the back exit. After all, someone still might come out that way. She sidesteps a few times as well, just in case 'someone' turns out to be a plume of fire. <I'm hearing shooting. How are things up there?><br />
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Renek grunts as blaster bolt fired by the Smuggler Leader strikes him in the leg, which was unfortunately sticking around the corner of the door. "Son of a kriffing gundar," the old soldier growls, and turns his sights to the leader of the smugglers. The man is trying to negotiate, but is still holding a blaster -- still firing at him. Renek watches as Rip's shot hits the leader, but that doesn't deter him. He targets the leaders head, and pulls the trigger. A dull thump is heard as the blaster rifle fires, and the leaders head all but disapears in a blast of fire. The Irregular mercenary looks back over to Rip here. "Was he saying something? I couldn't hear him over all the sand..." With that said, he rises to his feet -- preparing to limp away from the building.<br />
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As the smugglers are shot by the flanking members of that team, the other two back up and into the building even as they watch as Recker and Kisa move into it. The first of the grenades are beginning to explode, and it resounds through the cargo bay. However, it is clearly the sound of someone that armed some protons also. Not to mention what was already in some of those crates. There's a sound as light comes from the building, which then echoes through the skies of sand.<br />
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Recker manages to make the door and push it open as Kisa can run in to pick up the datastick that's on a table. Between them, they can succeed. But if she does pick it up, when she does, both of them can see it, a flame and light rolling down the hallway. The walls begin to have lines appear on them, and flames shoot from them. The whole room then creates a wave as all things are blasted.<br />
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The two smugglers are killed by it, while the ones that are moving away don't get hit. All the walls are falling and a flame and smoke then come from the building. The entire place then falls onto itself. Kaelyn is at the door when she covers the bay with it, and she's blasted back by the military grade weapon explosion also.<br />
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Anyone ever watch a cartoon where the person getting blasted can be seen tumbling through the air? That right now is Kaelyn, well kind of, she's riding a door through the air briefly... "Eeeeeeee!" is heard as she is flung back, now landing with the door underneath her somehow, and ending up tumbling away. There's thuds and oofs and well more screaming and well a pause... <br />
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Kae has the time now to take a deep breath, once she gets it back, and well more calling out and Kae gets up to well kind of stumble around in a circle... She can't really hear much right now.. "That wasn't s'posed to happen!" She calls out.... "It's s'posed to last longer on the fuse thingie!!!"<br />
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"Good kill, hotshot." Rip holsters his blaster and moves into the building, not forgetting the second objective for their mission. He's met by Kisaiya, who he allows ahead after he runs down the corridor and just manages to open the door to the next room. He sees the datastick, but he's clearing the room and not just running for treasure. "Clear.. get that data-quiz-moto thing, and let's--" The explosion robs Rip of any hearing as he turns and comes face to face with a flash of explosive fire and concussive power.<br />
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He's cast backward, clear across the room as flames curl around the threshold and suck out all the oxygen in the room. Rip's collision is a shelving unit, that breaks, and he falls into a mess of other things that break, and soon, drek is falling all over him, and then there's black. Not because he blacked out, but pitch black. For now, Rip is dazed, ears ringing, and the smell of smoke and burning debris is all around. <<"DID WE GET THE DATA QUIZ-MOTO?!">> He screams over comms, and his own internal ringing.<br />
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Kisaiya was being similarly studious about checking things, she just didn't pause as Rip yanked the door open giving her that bit of a lead as she makes the final dash. A dive, and a grab just as the explosion rocks through the building, starting at one end and quickly heading in their direction. Thankfully - after getting knocked off her feet from the concussive force - the world was mostly quiet and the ringing wasn't even that bad. The helmet having cut the external pick-ups as the sound spiked that high. <br />
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It left Kisa in the dark and quiet as she tumbled from one thing into the next. The armor plates starting to crack in places but otherwise holding together. All dark. All quiet. It was kinda peaceful, except for the fact that she was upsidedown with her head kinda wedged one way and her arms in the other with one leg in the air.<br />
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A bit of wiggling and she hauls herself up. Stumbling this way and that, her powerarmor blacked by fire and soot. She took the short way, maybe giving Rip a clearer path on the way out as she bumbled through and out into the open. <br />
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And as she spoke, she had the sounds much like the place she emerged from, the voice coming out some four octaves lower this time. The pits of Hell. <br />
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"Ka-a-a-a-a-ae. KA-A-A-A-A-A-A-AE!" Yes, calling out for the other Sephi, the demon in flames, "I think a plate cracked. And maybe a rib." A pause... <<"Data quiz-moto? I got the data charmer or whatever. Is that hat you mean?">><br />
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Nova isn't that far away from the explosion herself; when it goes, she barely has time to throw herself to the ground as a plume of flame blasts out the open back door, barely above the sands! Too stunned to even roll to the side, Nova just hugs the ground and hopes for the best.<br />
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It's a long moment before she can get up. She sighs in relief, finding herself still alive, and looks back towards the fireball and debris that used to be the depot. <This is Nova... I'm good, as far as I can tell. Nothing broken, anyway. Everybody okay?><br />
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She moves to steady Kaelyn; bad idea or not, she's still a teammate. "Easy there... that was quite a ride you took. Can you see anyone?" she asks, and turns towards the mess to look for survivors as well.<br />
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She's not quite intact: Aside from the bruises she got throwing herself to the ground, the seat of her armor's black fiber undersuit has been scorched to ash, and her white underpants nearly glow in the dim light. But any explosion you can walk away from, right?<br />
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As the building explodes, Renek turns back towards it -- a hand coming up to shield his eyes from the blast. "That stupid nerf-kriffer finally got himself killed..." He says reverantly, reaching up to pull his helmet off out of respect. "Good luck, Cap'n... Of all the Captain's I have encountered in my career... You were the most..." He pauses and sighs, looking down. "Competent." He sputters out. The large soldier looks down mournfully at the sand, and then hears Rip's voice over the comms. "Oh... Hey... Rip's alive. Isn't that nice." Renek tosses his helmet back onto his head, and starts to limp over to dig his friend out.<br />
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The place smoulders with the flames, though it looks like all have managed. While a bit extravagant, this satisfies most of the Bha'lir when they meet with the folk. A ship can be seen in the distance coming to the place of explosion while the sands keep most of the place from view, so they probably are not noticing the people all on the sands also.</div>Merekhttp://www.swaoa-mush.com/index.php?title=Log:Resistance:_Sands_Of_Socorro&diff=10932Log:Resistance: Sands Of Socorro2019-03-26T04:19:32Z<p>Merek: Blanked the page</p>
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The winds blow through the deserts of Socorro while a team of folk aligned to the Resistance meet with the point of contact at a cave in the winding canyons. Black sands swirl as Merek has taken a speeder with him to deliver the team to his contact with the Black Bha'lir. He slows up while he looks from the goggles to the others that are there, "Alright, I will be on comms, you all have it from here. I will provide our exit, either by speeder or ship depending how this goes."<br />
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A man exits the cave, while he looks to all those that have come, and motions for them to follow into the cave with him, "Come, we explain, we need to get this finished before night."<br />
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Kae, the younger of the two Sephi sisters, now that they're in a cave and all, has her helmet pulled up enough so her eyes nose and more importantly mouth is exposed. She reaches into a pouch she keeps on her hip and digs through it before pulling out an orange kind of double-bulbed sphere which she uses a small knife to help peel.. Before long she's smiling cheerfully as she is eating wedge after wedge of dark orange/red fruited citrus of some kind.. <br />
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Meanwhile a pair of BB droids come rolling up behind Kae, one on either side.. One is white with purple accents, the other is black with purple accents... The white one glances up and accidently bumps into Kae, causing the dark one to extend a manipulator and bop the white one, which ends up in a kind of wierd ball-droid slap party and lots of beeping and warbling... Kae sighs and casually steps between themn... <br />
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Both droids emit questioning beeps.. Kae sighs "Quiiiit, not here... when we get back you two can get on the Holovid and play space wrestlers and beat each other's avatar up really badly..." To which both droids litterally squee happily and start acting well, at least like normal BB's should? <br />
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Kae looks around curiously as she's finished most of her citrus-y fruit and is working now on a second as she sticks the last of the wedges in her mouth....<br />
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A man had to eat, and to eat, he had to earn. That explains why Rip was here. He leaps from their lift and plops firmly in the black sand. A few adjustments to his gunbelt, the duster, then his hair (which is fruitless because of the wind) and this smuggler is ready. The man who says, 'come, we explain, we need to get this finished before tonight,' earns all of Rip's attention. Rather than wait for the others to converge, he follows the guy blindly, swaggering along like any overconfident Corellian might.<br />
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A soft whirring noise might be heard as Kisaiya sort of half-skips along with the rest of them. Her powered armor kicking in to start regulating the temperature. She is wearing the full helmet, her face enclosed with the sort of slit-eyed glow of the optical receivers being displayed on the outside. Kisa is flicking through the different options in her helmet as usual, thermal, night, normal, thermal, night, normal. <br />
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If she started turning the flashlight on and off it might be more obvious that she's hosting a one-person party inside that suit as she waits to find out more. She comes up to a stop next to her sister, her voice coming out at about three octaves higher than it should. "I think the sand is getting into some of the electronics. Yep. Yep. Kae, can you fix that?"<br />
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On a world like this, Nova Korell is glad her armor sports climate control systems. The weary soldier is fine with Merek driving; if something happens, they'll need someone to return fire, and she's good at that.<br />
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The speeder appears to be coming to a halt. Nova nods shortly at Merek, almost casually stepping from the speeder and sweeping the horizon with her quadnoculars. "Looks like we haven't been followed," she says, lowering the devices back into their case and shutting the speeder's door. She moves to follow the man into the cave, hands resting casually on her tac-slung Tracker's grips.<br />
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Renek's boots thud heavily into the sand a moment after Rip lands, and the former soldier turned 'mercenary' straightens up slowly. Covering his body are heavy armor plates, and his face is obscured by a blast helmet and visor. A grey scarf has been wrapped around his neck and the bottom of his face to ward off the biting black sand on their journey here, but now that they have arrived he pulls it down. He adjusts the rifle strapped over his shoulder, and then starts after Rip -- equally somber and straight to business.<br />
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The winds pick up, the sands begin to move around in a way that keeps the world from view. It is good for privacy, not so wonderful to scouting. The man waits for all of them, then a man steps to the makeshift light. He motions to those that have come, "This is going to be a simple explanation, we don't have the luxury of waiting around... An outpost here is holding shipments of military weapons that are to be sent to worlds the Order has superiority upon... We don't have a map of the place, we do know that is has a tower watch, and a front entrance, as well as a cargo bay. Your mission will be two things," he holds up a finger, "One, you will sabotage the shipment, two you will also recover information from the facility. They are rivals to us, we are willing to offer you compensation, and our favor in the smuggling world. You will have an hour to walk there, it will take about half an hour, then you have a half an hour for completion of the mission. If you do it perfectly, we will offer those of you who are smugglers an in with us, should you wish to join our efforts also. Any questions?" he asks.<br />
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First words ouf ot Kae's mouth in reaction to Kisa? "Agaaaain?" She say sand siiighs... "The wrist comp that thing has built in, pull up diagnostic, then hit the purge button, that'll clear things out for you... It'll flush its self of sand and stuffs... That armor can do that." She adds and eats more citrus... "Ya know these are really good..." She then pauses a moment "Umm on second thought... Lemme ..." She says and reaches over to Kisa, picks up her arm and hits the right buttons on the wrist comp for her armor.. "These buttons here..." She says and grins again.. <br />
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Kae then glances to the people "Ooh tight time tables and stuff...." She looks at what she has on her "Good thing I brought my buddies here, they can help get us in to that place tooo... and I'm pretty handy with base and ship systems and stuffs....." She mutters and rubs the back of her neck "Sooo you want us to Sabotage the shipment? Does it matter how? You want it subtle? or you want it to knock out the ship hauling it? What?"<br />
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"None. Let's get this kriffing thing going. I'm tired of sand getting everywhere, and Old Soldier here isn't getting any younger." He hikes a gloved thumb back toward the older Republic soldier standing near him. "I'm a demolitions expert, so sabotaging drek is my drek." He announces to their crew. Rip looks ready to rumble, and if they were holding some sort of weight behind being tied to the Black Bah'lir, then his displaying the holstered CM Series III blaster would've marked him as one of their favored anyway.<br />
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Renek listens carefully to what their contact has to say, and doesn't have any 'big thoughts' that need offering back in return. His only reaction to the briefing is a furrowed brow, which is fortunately hidden by the visor on his helmet. "Well, doesn't this feel like a bit of Deja Vu, Cap'n..." He drolls in dark and laconic tones to Rip. He then looks over to the gunslinger, and shakes his head ever so slightly. "We don't hurry it up you'll have to change my adult diaper before we're done." His feet shift into a more comfortable position, and he goes back to waiting.<br />
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Kisa is standing there, staring at her sister when her sister reaches over and makes the suit vent out the sand. She cants her head to the side, looking down to the wrist panel then back up, down, back up. "This one?" She presses it and the flashlight turns on. Nope. Another press to turn it off, then a press and the suit makes a sound as gas shoots out from some of the gaps - clearing them again. A head turn toward Rip, curiosity as she tilts her head again, "Get what kriffing thing going? We just got off a speeder that was going and we were walking. Or do you mean that like how kids these days say 'What is going up'? Wait, is that the phrase?" Kisa looks toward her sister and scratches at her metal chin.<br />
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"Where will this information be stored, and what kind of information are you looking for?" Nova asks, looking to the second man. "Retrieving data from a computer is a lot different than scouring a room for a binder full of flimsies, and it'd be easy to miss the right stuff if we don't know what we're looking for." She hears the telltale hiss of powered armor preparing to vent sand, and edges a little farther from Kisaiya and Kae.<br />
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"It will be on a file in the office likely, on a datastick, that is all we know," the man tells Nova, he then motions to the others, "You can plan and walk on your way there," he adds. The winds swirl the sand about outside, while the Bha'lir also move into their cave again.<br />
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Kae peers over to Nova now and smiles "I and my droids here can prolly help with grabbing that info and any other info needed too." she says cheerfully... Kae then glances back to Kisa and reaches out to poke at her sister... Poke.... Poke.... Kae then shrugs and looks to the others before tugging her helmet down. There's a brief hiss as the internals seal off and of course the atmospheric control inside starts up. Yay for Mandalorian built armor? And that's what Kae's wearing. <br />
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The armor is camoflaged, suprisingly well for this area what with the greys and browns on it, and the black, shiny H-visor is a tell tale sign of the maker to boot. "Soo we have a looong walk in front of us.. we'll probably want to get going... do we have a layout of this base? Some kinda plan?" She asks curiously, "Or am I and or my droids sneeking up and getting one when we get there?" She adds and then the girl idly checks her tracker carbine and her pistol... "Doop dee doop..." She humms to her self while making sure her weapons are charged up.<br />
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"Man, I love these guys. Straight to business, and they just toss you to the kath hounds! That's a page out of my own holo." Looking back at Renek, Rip brings up his own face mask, which is just an old rag he's tied to hang over his nose and mouth. It's pretty obvious Rip is smiling, but the rag hides the more charming details of his face. "If you mess yourself, I'm using that diaper as a grenade. It'll be great." To Kisa, he motions after their hosts. "I mean the mission, kid. The part where we blow something up." He pulls goggles down over his eyes. An elbow nudges Renek again. "This time, there aren't any Trandoshans.. so who's in charge of this thing? We just walking through the front door? That's what he said to do?" Rip indicates that the /he/ referenced in his statement is Renek.<br />
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Kisa reaches back and starts jabbing her sister back. Poke-poke-poke, "You aren't sneaking up there either way! Don't you /even/. I'm better at sneaking than you are, ya goof!" Those who know what to listen for could probably hear the frown on Kisaiya's face since she otherwise was wearing that helmet that covered it. Kisa had a SoroSuub Tracker as well, though she wasn't checking the purple ammo readout at the moment. "And why-for you poke me!" Kisa knew exactly why her sister was poking her, but that didn't stop her from playing the innocent here. She turns to look toward Rip, staring at him (presumably) before looking away and toward Nova. She inches back in her direction her hand straying down toward her wrist and the button to vent.<br />
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"No layout for sure; we barely know where this place is," Nova replies to Kae. "I guess we'll have to come up on it quiet-like and do a little scouting, if the wind dies down enough. With a half-hour time limit, the last thing we want is to get lost in there." She steps outside, finds the proper bearing on her compass, and gets walking in the right direction. "The faster we get there, the more time we'll have to look the place over. That'd be a big help in formulating more of a plan than we have now."<br />
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"You're wanting /me/ to go through the front door first?" Renek says almost incredulously to Rip. "Compared to most of the others on this mission I am the least armed and least armored and most likely to be killed." He pauses for a moment, ponder this potential future, and nods. "Seems fine by me. Lets get moving." He motions for someone to take the lead. "We would only be so lucky if there were some of those fair, most beautiful, creatures of the night... Trandoshan women waiting for us in that there base." He says with seemingly disturbing sincerity to Rip.<br />
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The walk to the outpost is simple enough, although the winds as well as sands keep them from seeing much when they find it. The place is the size of a house, and a tower can be made out from those arriving. They are at a point where it's difficult to see much of the place besides that. Though, there is likely a person at the tower watching the sands also.<br />
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Kae tilts her head as they get closer and well, she's soon flat on the ground behind some cover and pulling up her carbine to look down the sights... "Sniper in the tower.. I think." She says and rubs the back of her neck, even though there's armor there... "We's either wanna take em out quiet or sneek by em, but that's a guy with a biiiig gun..." She says and she glances to Kisa. <br />
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Kae's droids all hide behind Kae trying to get low too... "Kiisssaaa." Kae whispers "Put on the thermal thingies and verify?" She asks and grins again....<br />
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Kisa is headed along with everyone else and pulls up a bit short alongside her sister. Thankfully, she has all those handy toggles for different vision modes. It even has a built in tracking system. She nods her head and looks toward the guard post as well. "I see it too-o-o-o-o. Someone up in the tower. You know, Kae, this whole thing seems like one of those holos I keep catching you watching."<br />
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Nova pulls out her quadnoculars again, pausing to take a knee and look the place over. She frowns at the sight of that tower. "At least the searchlights won't be much use, not in this. Just hope they don't have really good thermal optics. The hot sand'll mess up cheap stuff." She looks the place over carefully. "Definitely someone in that tower, could be a sniper like Kae's saying. They've got a good line of sight on the front entrance. Maybe we could work around to the back. I'm not seeing a lot of windows; gotta get pretty dark in there, so I'm guessing they've got lights inside... which means we can put them out if need be."<br />
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Kae, is well, she's moving as best she can? She's well casually strolling, somewhat quietly, ok so she kicks a rock or two, then stumbles, then pauses a bit... She waggles her arms some and adopts the whole cartoon sneak-pose. She's seen that on Holos too and continues sneaking up on the building... Now mind you, she's eeeeveerrrr so barely audibly humming a personal sneeky theme song... THis is soo gonna get her thwapped by Kisa... <br />
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As Kae gets to the back of the building she smiles, not that it's seen and gives everyone a thumbs up! She did it, yaaaay! She so didn't do it, but she thinks she did!<br />
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This mission was timed, and they didn't have the time to discuss how to efficiently go about clearing the corners and every hiding spot. This required action, and Rip was one for the challenge. Since no one claimed to be in charge, it was time to take charge; /BE/ the charge. He nudged Renek. "I CAN'T SEE A KRIFFING THING!" He yelled over the wind and sand. "KRIFF IT!" In the only show of dexterity that was likely to grace the smuggler captain today, he draws his CM Series III blaster and charges ahead. Past the sneaking people and right on up to the door where he trips over a small dune and barrels right on in. It's a fantastic display of failure and initiative in one roll, and Rip owns it, landing on his side the moment something, anything gives.<br />
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"YOU'RE RIGHT! ITS A BLOODY SANDSTORM! I BET THEY AREN'T EVEN LOOKING OUT THE WINDOWS." Renek shouts back to Rip, trying to be heard over the sound of the storm. When the Gunslinger takes off running towards the house, the soldier just watches him for a moment in disbelief. "Kriff me..." He murmurs under his breath. "He's going to steal all my kills, and get himself killed in the process. I'll have to write a letter to Zero explaining why Rip is dead. I hate writing." With that said, Renek leaps to his feet, and charges after his friend and commander to join him.<br />
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Edging out a little from the boundary, Nova keeps low and moves in, her steps silent and perfectly timing her movements with the eddies of the wind, moving when it picks up. She's in close in moments... And watching that tower, having heard Rip's shouted profanity. It doesn't look like the potential sniper is watching them at the moment, or so her telescopic sight says. But if that changes... she draws a bead, keeping an eye on him. "Dull roar, guys? This'll be tricky enough as it is."<br />
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Kisa is following the same idea as Nova, slinking along in her armor and right up behind her sister. Who - as she hears the humming - gives her a flick of the long pointy ear and a whispered, "Stahp the sneaking music, ya jawa." A sigh and she drifts a bit away from her sister and still toward the facility paralleling Nova in her own way.<br />
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When Recker moves to the entrance, the sound of some of the sneakers draws that sniper's attention, then he's preparing his aim for the place right in front. The front door then opens as four smugglers move out with a leader after preperations from them. They all lift up their weapons to aim at those in the front. The ones at the back would have to backtrack to assist the others at this point also.<br />
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Kae blinks and is poked at by her sister, this of course get sthe requisite flailing of arms briefly. "I was humming quietly!" She whispers... "Fruitbat..." She responds at the mention of Jawa... Kae then peers at the door curiously and squints her eyes now as she's at the back door and she blinks... "Umm yeaah so whoever thought to lock the door really gets an F- for effort here.." She mutters, then simply bendes over and starts lifting the door up.... "Up up and awaaay!" She says and blinks.. <br />
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From the ground, and his side, Rip opens fire using the marksman as it was designed. The loud blaster discharging is enough to cause his ears to ring, and he's already screaming his war cry by the second shot. One's done for, and there's plenty of others to kill. "GET IN HERE RENEK BEFORE I KILL THEM ALL!"<br />
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Seeing that sniper go on alert to the front of the facility, Nova adjusts her aim and double-taps. Only one of the shots hits, as the sharpshooter apparently has eyes in the back of his head. She hurriedly ducks up against the side of the building, out of his sight.<br />
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Kisa lets out a /sigh/ at her sister and the amusement is heard in her voice, "You're still a Jawa, and it was /still/ too loud." She would smile, or she was smiling, except for the fact that you couldn't see her smile behind the helmet." She waited at the opposite side of the door as her sister as Kaelyn started working on opening it. As the door swings wide, Kisaiya pulls the rifle into her shoulder and starts to heads through the building at a fast walk. Keeping her eyes open and checking corners. "I'm gonna try to fla-a-a-ank them." Kisa's voice is sing-song on the comm.<br />
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Renek charges up next to Rip, and takes a knee next to the door -- using it for both cover and to stabilize his weapon. His heavy rifle rises slowly into position, and he places the butt of it against his cheek. "Don't worry... You wont kill all of them." He says in dark and sinister tones to Rip. He pulls the trigger, and a blazing flash of light accompanies it. The heavy blaster bolt rips out of the rifle, and blasts a scorching hole into one of the smugglers.<br />
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As the smugglers are coming to them but two fall to the blaster fire, the leader stepping by them while all of them lift up their weapons to shoot. "You won't take the shipment, we will pay you to let us alone," he offers, while shooting them. The sniper takes a hit and notices he's being shot. He tries dodging the next, then he manages to roll out of the tower and lands right on the sands. Kaelyn manages to find shipments within the cargo bay, while Kisa moves through the place to the doors managing to flank the smugglers also.<br />
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Kae is on the coms "I found the cargo! And look! Grenades!" She says cheerfully... "Lezzee what this does.." The sound of pins being pulled and beeping can be plainly heard on the coms.. "That's one... Thaaat's two grenades... Nope that's not efficent..." More rumblings int he background, the sound of tape and whatnot, then well more pins being pulled and lots more beeping "That's.. a bunch, and then another..." there's more tape and more pins "Aaaand another..." And she closes the boxes... <br />
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Next Kae skips up behind Kisa or at least behind her path saying on the coms.. "I put a buncha bombs in boxes folks..." She says cheerfully... "We might not wanna hang around heeerrreee!" She's like way too cheerful with explosives... It's the same tone Kisa's heard when Kae got a hold of a magazine of proton torpedos and other large explosives and wiped out a corvette... one she happened to be taking a bounty off of....<br />
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Kisaiya finally manages to sweep around behind the group of Smugglers as she frowns a little, she thought she heard her sister say something crazy. But that can't be right. I mean... That would be silly if she heard her sister right. Then again, she's known her sister to do stranger things. Oh no. "Um, fire in the hole?" Kisa says it on the comm before popping up, holding the tracker in tight she pops off a round toward each of the smugglers in the area before curling herself as low as she can in preparation for an explosion. "Kae, you better not get yourself hurt or I'm not letting you leave the ship next time."<br />
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Rip was just getting up when they all started shooting at him. So he flings himself toward the door, and falls back outside in the sand, comically rolling by Renek who'd just been hit as a result of Rip moving. "Pardon me.." He grunts and plants his back on the other side of the door, cradling his Series III between two hands and peeking in. "This crazy guy is negotiating /and/ shooting at us." He looks to Renek and just nods. When it comes time, he intended to swing in a shoot the guy at the same time. Rip moves, assuming a bi-lateral shooting stance where the blaster is kept close to his torso, and fires twice into the room, hitting the leader once with a devastating blue bolt. "HA! SELL THAT, HUTTSUCKER!"<br />
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Nova can't help but hear Kae's idea of demolitions. <Team, we should go. Kae's been planting grenades in the munitions boxes, and you know how short those timers run!> She steps back from the building and paces quickly backwards, covering the back exit. After all, someone still might come out that way. She sidesteps a few times as well, just in case 'someone' turns out to be a plume of fire. <I'm hearing shooting. How are things up there?><br />
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Renek grunts as blaster bolt fired by the Smuggler Leader strikes him in the leg, which was unfortunately sticking around the corner of the door. "Son of a kriffing gundar," the old soldier growls, and turns his sights to the leader of the smugglers. The man is trying to negotiate, but is still holding a blaster -- still firing at him. Renek watches as Rip's shot hits the leader, but that doesn't deter him. He targets the leaders head, and pulls the trigger. A dull thump is heard as the blaster rifle fires, and the leaders head all but disapears in a blast of fire. The Irregular mercenary looks back over to Rip here. "Was he saying something? I couldn't hear him over all the sand..." With that said, he rises to his feet -- preparing to limp away from the building.<br />
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As the smugglers are shot by the flanking members of that team, the other two back up and into the building even as they watch as Recker and Kisa move into it. The first of the grenades are beginning to explode, and it resounds through the cargo bay. However, it is clearly the sound of someone that armed some protons also. Not to mention what was already in some of those crates. There's a sound as light comes from the building, which then echoes through the skies of sand.<br />
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Recker manages to make the door and push it open as Kisa can run in to pick up the datastick that's on a table. Between them, they can succeed. But if she does pick it up, when she does, both of them can see it, a flame and light rolling down the hallway. The walls begin to have lines appear on them, and flames shoot from them. The whole room then creates a wave as all things are blasted.<br />
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The two smugglers are killed by it, while the ones that are moving away don't get hit. All the walls are falling and a flame and smoke then come from the building. The entire place then falls onto itself. Kaelyn is at the door when she covers the bay with it, and she's blasted back by the military grade weapon explosion also.<br />
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Anyone ever watch a cartoon where the person getting blasted can be seen tumbling through the air? That right now is Kaelyn, well kind of, she's riding a door through the air briefly... "Eeeeeeee!" is heard as she is flung back, now landing with the door underneath her somehow, and ending up tumbling away. There's thuds and oofs and well more screaming and well a pause... <br />
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Kae has the time now to take a deep breath, once she gets it back, and well more calling out and Kae gets up to well kind of stumble around in a circle... She can't really hear much right now.. "That wasn't s'posed to happen!" She calls out.... "It's s'posed to last longer on the fuse thingie!!!"<br />
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"Good kill, hotshot." Rip holsters his blaster and moves into the building, not forgetting the second objective for their mission. He's met by Kisaiya, who he allows ahead after he runs down the corridor and just manages to open the door to the next room. He sees the datastick, but he's clearing the room and not just running for treasure. "Clear.. get that data-quiz-moto thing, and let's--" The explosion robs Rip of any hearing as he turns and comes face to face with a flash of explosive fire and concussive power.<br />
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He's cast backward, clear across the room as flames curl around the threshold and suck out all the oxygen in the room. Rip's collision is a shelving unit, that breaks, and he falls into a mess of other things that break, and soon, drek is falling all over him, and then there's black. Not because he blacked out, but pitch black. For now, Rip is dazed, ears ringing, and the smell of smoke and burning debris is all around. <<"DID WE GET THE DATA QUIZ-MOTO?!">> He screams over comms, and his own internal ringing.<br />
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Kisaiya was being similarly studious about checking things, she just didn't pause as Rip yanked the door open giving her that bit of a lead as she makes the final dash. A dive, and a grab just as the explosion rocks through the building, starting at one end and quickly heading in their direction. Thankfully - after getting knocked off her feet from the concussive force - the world was mostly quiet and the ringing wasn't even that bad. The helmet having cut the external pick-ups as the sound spiked that high. <br />
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It left Kisa in the dark and quiet as she tumbled from one thing into the next. The armor plates starting to crack in places but otherwise holding together. All dark. All quiet. It was kinda peaceful, except for the fact that she was upsidedown with her head kinda wedged one way and her arms in the other with one leg in the air.<br />
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A bit of wiggling and she hauls herself up. Stumbling this way and that, her powerarmor blacked by fire and soot. She took the short way, maybe giving Rip a clearer path on the way out as she bumbled through and out into the open. <br />
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And as she spoke, she had the sounds much like the place she emerged from, the voice coming out some four octaves lower this time. The pits of Hell. <br />
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"Ka-a-a-a-a-ae. KA-A-A-A-A-A-A-AE!" Yes, calling out for the other Sephi, the demon in flames, "I think a plate cracked. And maybe a rib." A pause... <<"Data quiz-moto? I got the data charmer or whatever. Is that hat you mean?">><br />
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Nova isn't that far away from the explosion herself; when it goes, she barely has time to throw herself to the ground as a plume of flame blasts out the open back door, barely above the sands! Too stunned to even roll to the side, Nova just hugs the ground and hopes for the best.<br />
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It's a long moment before she can get up. She sighs in relief, finding herself still alive, and looks back towards the fireball and debris that used to be the depot. <This is Nova... I'm good, as far as I can tell. Nothing broken, anyway. Everybody okay?><br />
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She moves to steady Kaelyn; bad idea or not, she's still a teammate. "Easy there... that was quite a ride you took. Can you see anyone?" she asks, and turns towards the mess to look for survivors as well.<br />
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She's not quite intact: Aside from the bruises she got throwing herself to the ground, the seat of her armor's black fiber undersuit has been scorched to ash, and her white underpants nearly glow in the dim light. But any explosion you can walk away from, right?<br />
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As the building explodes, Renek turns back towards it -- a hand coming up to shield his eyes from the blast. "That stupid nerf-kriffer finally got himself killed..." He says reverantly, reaching up to pull his helmet off out of respect. "Good luck, Cap'n... Of all the Captain's I have encountered in my career... You were the most..." He pauses and sighs, looking down. "Competent." He sputters out. The large soldier looks down mournfully at the sand, and then hears Rip's voice over the comms. "Oh... Hey... Rip's alive. Isn't that nice." Renek tosses his helmet back onto his head, and starts to limp over to dig his friend out.<br />
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The place smoulders with the flames, though it looks like all have managed. While a bit extravagant, this satisfies most of the Bha'lir when they meet with the folk. A ship can be seen in the distance coming to the place of explosion while the sands keep most of the place from view, so they probably are not noticing the people all on the sands also.</div>Merekhttp://www.swaoa-mush.com/index.php?title=Log:Resistance:_Sands_Of_Socorro&diff=10928Log:Resistance: Sands Of Socorro2019-03-26T02:57:04Z<p>Merek: </p>
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The winds blow through the deserts of Socorro while a team of folk aligned to the Resistance meet with the point of contact at a cave in the winding canyons. Black sands swirl as Merek has taken a speeder with him to deliver the team to his contact with the Black Bha'lir. He slows up while he looks from the goggles to the others that are there, "Alright, I will be on comms, you all have it from here. I will provide our exit, either by speeder or ship depending how this goes."<br />
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A man exits the cave, while he looks to all those that have come, and motions for them to follow into the cave with him, "Come, we explain, we need to get this finished before night."<br />
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Kae, the younger of the two Sephi sisters, now that they're in a cave and all, has her helmet pulled up enough so her eyes nose and more importantly mouth is exposed. She reaches into a pouch she keeps on her hip and digs through it before pulling out an orange kind of double-bulbed sphere which she uses a small knife to help peel.. Before long she's smiling cheerfully as she is eating wedge after wedge of dark orange/red fruited citrus of some kind.. <br />
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Meanwhile a pair of BB droids come rolling up behind Kae, one on either side.. One is white with purple accents, the other is black with purple accents... The white one glances up and accidently bumps into Kae, causing the dark one to extend a manipulator and bop the white one, which ends up in a kind of wierd ball-droid slap party and lots of beeping and warbling... Kae sighs and casually steps between themn... <br />
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Both droids emit questioning beeps.. Kae sighs "Quiiiit, not here... when we get back you two can get on the Holovid and play space wrestlers and beat each other's avatar up really badly..." To which both droids litterally squee happily and start acting well, at least like normal BB's should? <br />
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Kae looks around curiously as she's finished most of her citrus-y fruit and is working now on a second as she sticks the last of the wedges in her mouth....<br />
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A man had to eat, and to eat, he had to earn. That explains why Rip was here. He leaps from their lift and plops firmly in the black sand. A few adjustments to his gunbelt, the duster, then his hair (which is fruitless because of the wind) and this smuggler is ready. The man who says, 'come, we explain, we need to get this finished before tonight,' earns all of Rip's attention. Rather than wait for the others to converge, he follows the guy blindly, swaggering along like any overconfident Corellian might.<br />
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A soft whirring noise might be heard as Kisaiya sort of half-skips along with the rest of them. Her powered armor kicking in to start regulating the temperature. She is wearing the full helmet, her face enclosed with the sort of slit-eyed glow of the optical receivers being displayed on the outside. Kisa is flicking through the different options in her helmet as usual, thermal, night, normal, thermal, night, normal. <br />
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If she started turning the flashlight on and off it might be more obvious that she's hosting a one-person party inside that suit as she waits to find out more. She comes up to a stop next to her sister, her voice coming out at about three octaves higher than it should. "I think the sand is getting into some of the electronics. Yep. Yep. Kae, can you fix that?"<br />
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On a world like this, Nova Korell is glad her armor sports climate control systems. The weary soldier is fine with Merek driving; if something happens, they'll need someone to return fire, and she's good at that.<br />
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The speeder appears to be coming to a halt. Nova nods shortly at Merek, almost casually stepping from the speeder and sweeping the horizon with her quadnoculars. "Looks like we haven't been followed," she says, lowering the devices back into their case and shutting the speeder's door. She moves to follow the man into the cave, hands resting casually on her tac-slung Tracker's grips.<br />
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Renek's boots thud heavily into the sand a moment after Rip lands, and the former soldier turned 'mercenary' straightens up slowly. Covering his body are heavy armor plates, and his face is obscured by a blast helmet and visor. A grey scarf has been wrapped around his neck and the bottom of his face to ward off the biting black sand on their journey here, but now that they have arrived he pulls it down. He adjusts the rifle strapped over his shoulder, and then starts after Rip -- equally somber and straight to business.<br />
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The winds pick up, the sands begin to move around in a way that keeps the world from view. It is good for privacy, not so wonderful to scouting. The man waits for all of them, then a man steps to the makeshift light. He motions to those that have come, "This is going to be a simple explanation, we don't have the luxury of waiting around... An outpost here is holding shipments of military weapons that are to be sent to worlds the Order has superiority upon... We don't have a map of the place, we do know that is has a tower watch, and a front entrance, as well as a cargo bay. Your mission will be two things," he holds up a finger, "One, you will sabotage the shipment, two you will also recover information from the facility. They are rivals to us, we are willing to offer you compensation, and our favor in the smuggling world. You will have an hour to walk there, it will take about half an hour, then you have a half an hour for completion of the mission. If you do it perfectly, we will offer those of you who are smugglers an in with us, should you wish to join our efforts also. Any questions?" he asks.<br />
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First words ouf ot Kae's mouth in reaction to Kisa? "Agaaaain?" She say sand siiighs... "The wrist comp that thing has built in, pull up diagnostic, then hit the purge button, that'll clear things out for you... It'll flush its self of sand and stuffs... That armor can do that." She adds and eats more citrus... "Ya know these are really good..." She then pauses a moment "Umm on second thought... Lemme ..." She says and reaches over to Kisa, picks up her arm and hits the right buttons on the wrist comp for her armor.. "These buttons here..." She says and grins again.. <br />
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Kae then glances to the people "Ooh tight time tables and stuff...." She looks at what she has on her "Good thing I brought my buddies here, they can help get us in to that place tooo... and I'm pretty handy with base and ship systems and stuffs....." She mutters and rubs the back of her neck "Sooo you want us to Sabotage the shipment? Does it matter how? You want it subtle? or you want it to knock out the ship hauling it? What?"<br />
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"None. Let's get this kriffing thing going. I'm tired of sand getting everywhere, and Old Soldier here isn't getting any younger." He hikes a gloved thumb back toward the older Republic soldier standing near him. "I'm a demolitions expert, so sabotaging drek is my drek." He announces to their crew. Rip looks ready to rumble, and if they were holding some sort of weight behind being tied to the Black Bah'lir, then his displaying the holstered CM Series III blaster would've marked him as one of their favored anyway.<br />
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Renek listens carefully to what their contact has to say, and doesn't have any 'big thoughts' that need offering back in return. His only reaction to the briefing is a furrowed brow, which is fortunately hidden by the visor on his helmet. "Well, doesn't this feel like a bit of Deja Vu, Cap'n..." He drolls in dark and laconic tones to Rip. He then looks over to the gunslinger, and shakes his head ever so slightly. "We don't hurry it up you'll have to change my adult diaper before we're done." His feet shift into a more comfortable position, and he goes back to waiting.<br />
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Kisa is standing there, staring at her sister when her sister reaches over and makes the suit vent out the sand. She cants her head to the side, looking down to the wrist panel then back up, down, back up. "This one?" She presses it and the flashlight turns on. Nope. Another press to turn it off, then a press and the suit makes a sound as gas shoots out from some of the gaps - clearing them again. A head turn toward Rip, curiosity as she tilts her head again, "Get what kriffing thing going? We just got off a speeder that was going and we were walking. Or do you mean that like how kids these days say 'What is going up'? Wait, is that the phrase?" Kisa looks toward her sister and scratches at her metal chin.<br />
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"Where will this information be stored, and what kind of information are you looking for?" Nova asks, looking to the second man. "Retrieving data from a computer is a lot different than scouring a room for a binder full of flimsies, and it'd be easy to miss the right stuff if we don't know what we're looking for." She hears the telltale hiss of powered armor preparing to vent sand, and edges a little farther from Kisaiya and Kae.<br />
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"It will be on a file in the office likely, on a datastick, that is all we know," the man tells Nova, he then motions to the others, "You can plan and walk on your way there," he adds. The winds swirl the sand about outside, while the Bha'lir also move into their cave again.<br />
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Kae peers over to Nova now and smiles "I and my droids here can prolly help with grabbing that info and any other info needed too." she says cheerfully... Kae then glances back to Kisa and reaches out to poke at her sister... Poke.... Poke.... Kae then shrugs and looks to the others before tugging her helmet down. There's a brief hiss as the internals seal off and of course the atmospheric control inside starts up. Yay for Mandalorian built armor? And that's what Kae's wearing. <br />
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The armor is camoflaged, suprisingly well for this area what with the greys and browns on it, and the black, shiny H-visor is a tell tale sign of the maker to boot. "Soo we have a looong walk in front of us.. we'll probably want to get going... do we have a layout of this base? Some kinda plan?" She asks curiously, "Or am I and or my droids sneeking up and getting one when we get there?" She adds and then the girl idly checks her tracker carbine and her pistol... "Doop dee doop..." She humms to her self while making sure her weapons are charged up.<br />
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"Man, I love these guys. Straight to business, and they just toss you to the kath hounds! That's a page out of my own holo." Looking back at Renek, Rip brings up his own face mask, which is just an old rag he's tied to hang over his nose and mouth. It's pretty obvious Rip is smiling, but the rag hides the more charming details of his face. "If you mess yourself, I'm using that diaper as a grenade. It'll be great." To Kisa, he motions after their hosts. "I mean the mission, kid. The part where we blow something up." He pulls goggles down over his eyes. An elbow nudges Renek again. "This time, there aren't any Trandoshans.. so who's in charge of this thing? We just walking through the front door? That's what he said to do?" Rip indicates that the /he/ referenced in his statement is Renek.<br />
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Kisa reaches back and starts jabbing her sister back. Poke-poke-poke, "You aren't sneaking up there either way! Don't you /even/. I'm better at sneaking than you are, ya goof!" Those who know what to listen for could probably hear the frown on Kisaiya's face since she otherwise was wearing that helmet that covered it. Kisa had a SoroSuub Tracker as well, though she wasn't checking the purple ammo readout at the moment. "And why-for you poke me!" Kisa knew exactly why her sister was poking her, but that didn't stop her from playing the innocent here. She turns to look toward Rip, staring at him (presumably) before looking away and toward Nova. She inches back in her direction her hand straying down toward her wrist and the button to vent.<br />
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"No layout for sure; we barely know where this place is," Nova replies to Kae. "I guess we'll have to come up on it quiet-like and do a little scouting, if the wind dies down enough. With a half-hour time limit, the last thing we want is to get lost in there." She steps outside, finds the proper bearing on her compass, and gets walking in the right direction. "The faster we get there, the more time we'll have to look the place over. That'd be a big help in formulating more of a plan than we have now."<br />
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"You're wanting /me/ to go through the front door first?" Renek says almost incredulously to Rip. "Compared to most of the others on this mission I am the least armed and least armored and most likely to be killed." He pauses for a moment, ponder this potential future, and nods. "Seems fine by me. Lets get moving." He motions for someone to take the lead. "We would only be so lucky if there were some of those fair, most beautiful, creatures of the night... Trandoshan women waiting for us in that there base." He says with seemingly disturbing sincerity to Rip.<br />
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The walk to the outpost is simple enough, although the winds as well as sands keep them from seeing much when they find it. The place is the size of a house, and a tower can be made out from those arriving. They are at a point where it's difficult to see much of the place besides that. Though, there is likely a person at the tower watching the sands also.<br />
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Kae tilts her head as they get closer and well, she's soon flat on the ground behind some cover and pulling up her carbine to look down the sights... "Sniper in the tower.. I think." She says and rubs the back of her neck, even though there's armor there... "We's either wanna take em out quiet or sneek by em, but that's a guy with a biiiig gun..." She says and she glances to Kisa. <br />
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Kae's droids all hide behind Kae trying to get low too... "Kiisssaaa." Kae whispers "Put on the thermal thingies and verify?" She asks and grins again....<br />
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Kisa is headed along with everyone else and pulls up a bit short alongside her sister. Thankfully, she has all those handy toggles for different vision modes. It even has a built in tracking system. She nods her head and looks toward the guard post as well. "I see it too-o-o-o-o. Someone up in the tower. You know, Kae, this whole thing seems like one of those holos I keep catching you watching."<br />
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Nova pulls out her quadnoculars again, pausing to take a knee and look the place over. She frowns at the sight of that tower. "At least the searchlights won't be much use, not in this. Just hope they don't have really good thermal optics. The hot sand'll mess up cheap stuff." She looks the place over carefully. "Definitely someone in that tower, could be a sniper like Kae's saying. They've got a good line of sight on the front entrance. Maybe we could work around to the back. I'm not seeing a lot of windows; gotta get pretty dark in there, so I'm guessing they've got lights inside... which means we can put them out if need be."<br />
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Kae, is well, she's moving as best she can? She's well casually strolling, somewhat quietly, ok so she kicks a rock or two, then stumbles, then pauses a bit... She waggles her arms some and adopts the whole cartoon sneak-pose. She's seen that on Holos too and continues sneaking up on the building... Now mind you, she's eeeeveerrrr so barely audibly humming a personal sneeky theme song... THis is soo gonna get her thwapped by Kisa... <br />
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As Kae gets to the back of the building she smiles, not that it's seen and gives everyone a thumbs up! She did it, yaaaay! She so didn't do it, but she thinks she did!<br />
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This mission was timed, and they didn't have the time to discuss how to efficiently go about clearing the corners and every hiding spot. This required action, and Rip was one for the challenge. Since no one claimed to be in charge, it was time to take charge; /BE/ the charge. He nudged Renek. "I CAN'T SEE A KRIFFING THING!" He yelled over the wind and sand. "KRIFF IT!" In the only show of dexterity that was likely to grace the smuggler captain today, he draws his CM Series III blaster and charges ahead. Past the sneaking people and right on up to the door where he trips over a small dune and barrels right on in. It's a fantastic display of failure and initiative in one roll, and Rip owns it, landing on his side the moment something, anything gives.<br />
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"YOU'RE RIGHT! ITS A BLOODY SANDSTORM! I BET THEY AREN'T EVEN LOOKING OUT THE WINDOWS." Renek shouts back to Rip, trying to be heard over the sound of the storm. When the Gunslinger takes off running towards the house, the soldier just watches him for a moment in disbelief. "Kriff me..." He murmurs under his breath. "He's going to steal all my kills, and get himself killed in the process. I'll have to write a letter to Zero explaining why Rip is dead. I hate writing." With that said, Renek leaps to his feet, and charges after his friend and commander to join him.<br />
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Edging out a little from the boundary, Nova keeps low and moves in, her steps silent and perfectly timing her movements with the eddies of the wind, moving when it picks up. She's in close in moments... And watching that tower, having heard Rip's shouted profanity. It doesn't look like the potential sniper is watching them at the moment, or so her telescopic sight says. But if that changes... she draws a bead, keeping an eye on him. "Dull roar, guys? This'll be tricky enough as it is."<br />
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Kisa is following the same idea as Nova, slinking along in her armor and right up behind her sister. Who - as she hears the humming - gives her a flick of the long pointy ear and a whispered, "Stahp the sneaking music, ya jawa." A sigh and she drifts a bit away from her sister and still toward the facility paralleling Nova in her own way.<br />
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When Recker moves to the entrance, the sound of some of the sneakers draws that sniper's attention, then he's preparing his aim for the place right in front. The front door then opens as four smugglers move out with a leader after preperations from them. They all lift up their weapons to aim at those in the front. The ones at the back would have to backtrack to assist the others at this point also.<br />
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Kae blinks and is poked at by her sister, this of course get sthe requisite flailing of arms briefly. "I was humming quietly!" She whispers... "Fruitbat..." She responds at the mention of Jawa... Kae then peers at the door curiously and squints her eyes now as she's at the back door and she blinks... "Umm yeaah so whoever thought to lock the door really gets an F- for effort here.." She mutters, then simply bendes over and starts lifting the door up.... "Up up and awaaay!" She says and blinks.. <br />
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From the ground, and his side, Rip opens fire using the marksman as it was designed. The loud blaster discharging is enough to cause his ears to ring, and he's already screaming his war cry by the second shot. One's done for, and there's plenty of others to kill. "GET IN HERE RENEK BEFORE I KILL THEM ALL!"<br />
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Seeing that sniper go on alert to the front of the facility, Nova adjusts her aim and double-taps. Only one of the shots hits, as the sharpshooter apparently has eyes in the back of his head. She hurriedly ducks up against the side of the building, out of his sight.<br />
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Kisa lets out a /sigh/ at her sister and the amusement is heard in her voice, "You're still a Jawa, and it was /still/ too loud." She would smile, or she was smiling, except for the fact that you couldn't see her smile behind the helmet." She waited at the opposite side of the door as her sister as Kaelyn started working on opening it. As the door swings wide, Kisaiya pulls the rifle into her shoulder and starts to heads through the building at a fast walk. Keeping her eyes open and checking corners. "I'm gonna try to fla-a-a-ank them." Kisa's voice is sing-song on the comm.<br />
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Renek charges up next to Rip, and takes a knee next to the door -- using it for both cover and to stabilize his weapon. His heavy rifle rises slowly into position, and he places the butt of it against his cheek. "Don't worry... You wont kill all of them." He says in dark and sinister tones to Rip. He pulls the trigger, and a blazing flash of light accompanies it. The heavy blaster bolt rips out of the rifle, and blasts a scorching hole into one of the smugglers.</div>Merekhttp://www.swaoa-mush.com/index.php?title=Log:Resistance:_Sands_Of_Socorro&diff=10927Log:Resistance: Sands Of Socorro2019-03-26T01:15:09Z<p>Merek: </p>
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The winds blow through the deserts of Socorro while a team of folk aligned to the Resistance meet with the point of contact at a cave in the winding canyons. Black sands swirl as Merek has taken a speeder with him to deliver the team to his contact with the Black Bha'lir. He slows up while he looks from the goggles to the others that are there, "Alright, I will be on comms, you all have it from here. I will provide our exit, either by speeder or ship depending how this goes."<br />
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A man exits the cave, while he looks to all those that have come, and motions for them to follow into the cave with him, "Come, we explain, we need to get this finished before night."<br />
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Kae, the younger of the two Sephi sisters, now that they're in a cave and all, has her helmet pulled up enough so her eyes nose and more importantly mouth is exposed. She reaches into a pouch she keeps on her hip and digs through it before pulling out an orange kind of double-bulbed sphere which she uses a small knife to help peel.. Before long she's smiling cheerfully as she is eating wedge after wedge of dark orange/red fruited citrus of some kind.. <br />
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Meanwhile a pair of BB droids come rolling up behind Kae, one on either side.. One is white with purple accents, the other is black with purple accents... The white one glances up and accidently bumps into Kae, causing the dark one to extend a manipulator and bop the white one, which ends up in a kind of wierd ball-droid slap party and lots of beeping and warbling... Kae sighs and casually steps between themn... <br />
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Both droids emit questioning beeps.. Kae sighs "Quiiiit, not here... when we get back you two can get on the Holovid and play space wrestlers and beat each other's avatar up really badly..." To which both droids litterally squee happily and start acting well, at least like normal BB's should? <br />
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Kae looks around curiously as she's finished most of her citrus-y fruit and is working now on a second as she sticks the last of the wedges in her mouth....<br />
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A man had to eat, and to eat, he had to earn. That explains why Rip was here. He leaps from their lift and plops firmly in the black sand. A few adjustments to his gunbelt, the duster, then his hair (which is fruitless because of the wind) and this smuggler is ready. The man who says, 'come, we explain, we need to get this finished before tonight,' earns all of Rip's attention. Rather than wait for the others to converge, he follows the guy blindly, swaggering along like any overconfident Corellian might.<br />
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A soft whirring noise might be heard as Kisaiya sort of half-skips along with the rest of them. Her powered armor kicking in to start regulating the temperature. She is wearing the full helmet, her face enclosed with the sort of slit-eyed glow of the optical receivers being displayed on the outside. Kisa is flicking through the different options in her helmet as usual, thermal, night, normal, thermal, night, normal. <br />
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If she started turning the flashlight on and off it might be more obvious that she's hosting a one-person party inside that suit as she waits to find out more. She comes up to a stop next to her sister, her voice coming out at about three octaves higher than it should. "I think the sand is getting into some of the electronics. Yep. Yep. Kae, can you fix that?"<br />
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On a world like this, Nova Korell is glad her armor sports climate control systems. The weary soldier is fine with Merek driving; if something happens, they'll need someone to return fire, and she's good at that.<br />
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The speeder appears to be coming to a halt. Nova nods shortly at Merek, almost casually stepping from the speeder and sweeping the horizon with her quadnoculars. "Looks like we haven't been followed," she says, lowering the devices back into their case and shutting the speeder's door. She moves to follow the man into the cave, hands resting casually on her tac-slung Tracker's grips.<br />
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Renek's boots thud heavily into the sand a moment after Rip lands, and the former soldier turned 'mercenary' straightens up slowly. Covering his body are heavy armor plates, and his face is obscured by a blast helmet and visor. A grey scarf has been wrapped around his neck and the bottom of his face to ward off the biting black sand on their journey here, but now that they have arrived he pulls it down. He adjusts the rifle strapped over his shoulder, and then starts after Rip -- equally somber and straight to business.<br />
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The winds pick up, the sands begin to move around in a way that keeps the world from view. It is good for privacy, not so wonderful to scouting. The man waits for all of them, then a man steps to the makeshift light. He motions to those that have come, "This is going to be a simple explanation, we don't have the luxury of waiting around... An outpost here is holding shipments of military weapons that are to be sent to worlds the Order has superiority upon... We don't have a map of the place, we do know that is has a tower watch, and a front entrance, as well as a cargo bay. Your mission will be two things," he holds up a finger, "One, you will sabotage the shipment, two you will also recover information from the facility. They are rivals to us, we are willing to offer you compensation, and our favor in the smuggling world. You will have an hour to walk there, it will take about half an hour, then you have a half an hour for completion of the mission. If you do it perfectly, we will offer those of you who are smugglers an in with us, should you wish to join our efforts also. Any questions?" he asks.<br />
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First words ouf ot Kae's mouth in reaction to Kisa? "Agaaaain?" She say sand siiighs... "The wrist comp that thing has built in, pull up diagnostic, then hit the purge button, that'll clear things out for you... It'll flush its self of sand and stuffs... That armor can do that." She adds and eats more citrus... "Ya know these are really good..." She then pauses a moment "Umm on second thought... Lemme ..." She says and reaches over to Kisa, picks up her arm and hits the right buttons on the wrist comp for her armor.. "These buttons here..." She says and grins again.. <br />
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Kae then glances to the people "Ooh tight time tables and stuff...." She looks at what she has on her "Good thing I brought my buddies here, they can help get us in to that place tooo... and I'm pretty handy with base and ship systems and stuffs....." She mutters and rubs the back of her neck "Sooo you want us to Sabotage the shipment? Does it matter how? You want it subtle? or you want it to knock out the ship hauling it? What?"<br />
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"None. Let's get this kriffing thing going. I'm tired of sand getting everywhere, and Old Soldier here isn't getting any younger." He hikes a gloved thumb back toward the older Republic soldier standing near him. "I'm a demolitions expert, so sabotaging drek is my drek." He announces to their crew. Rip looks ready to rumble, and if they were holding some sort of weight behind being tied to the Black Bah'lir, then his displaying the holstered CM Series III blaster would've marked him as one of their favored anyway.<br />
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Renek listens carefully to what their contact has to say, and doesn't have any 'big thoughts' that need offering back in return. His only reaction to the briefing is a furrowed brow, which is fortunately hidden by the visor on his helmet. "Well, doesn't this feel like a bit of Deja Vu, Cap'n..." He drolls in dark and laconic tones to Rip. He then looks over to the gunslinger, and shakes his head ever so slightly. "We don't hurry it up you'll have to change my adult diaper before we're done." His feet shift into a more comfortable position, and he goes back to waiting.<br />
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Kisa is standing there, staring at her sister when her sister reaches over and makes the suit vent out the sand. She cants her head to the side, looking down to the wrist panel then back up, down, back up. "This one?" She presses it and the flashlight turns on. Nope. Another press to turn it off, then a press and the suit makes a sound as gas shoots out from some of the gaps - clearing them again. A head turn toward Rip, curiosity as she tilts her head again, "Get what kriffing thing going? We just got off a speeder that was going and we were walking. Or do you mean that like how kids these days say 'What is going up'? Wait, is that the phrase?" Kisa looks toward her sister and scratches at her metal chin.<br />
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"Where will this information be stored, and what kind of information are you looking for?" Nova asks, looking to the second man. "Retrieving data from a computer is a lot different than scouring a room for a binder full of flimsies, and it'd be easy to miss the right stuff if we don't know what we're looking for." She hears the telltale hiss of powered armor preparing to vent sand, and edges a little farther from Kisaiya and Kae.<br />
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"It will be on a file in the office likely, on a datastick, that is all we know," the man tells Nova, he then motions to the others, "You can plan and walk on your way there," he adds. The winds swirl the sand about outside, while the Bha'lir also move into their cave again.<br />
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Kae peers over to Nova now and smiles "I and my droids here can prolly help with grabbing that info and any other info needed too." she says cheerfully... Kae then glances back to Kisa and reaches out to poke at her sister... Poke.... Poke.... Kae then shrugs and looks to the others before tugging her helmet down. There's a brief hiss as the internals seal off and of course the atmospheric control inside starts up. Yay for Mandalorian built armor? And that's what Kae's wearing. <br />
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The armor is camoflaged, suprisingly well for this area what with the greys and browns on it, and the black, shiny H-visor is a tell tale sign of the maker to boot. "Soo we have a looong walk in front of us.. we'll probably want to get going... do we have a layout of this base? Some kinda plan?" She asks curiously, "Or am I and or my droids sneeking up and getting one when we get there?" She adds and then the girl idly checks her tracker carbine and her pistol... "Doop dee doop..." She humms to her self while making sure her weapons are charged up.<br />
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"Man, I love these guys. Straight to business, and they just toss you to the kath hounds! That's a page out of my own holo." Looking back at Renek, Rip brings up his own face mask, which is just an old rag he's tied to hang over his nose and mouth. It's pretty obvious Rip is smiling, but the rag hides the more charming details of his face. "If you mess yourself, I'm using that diaper as a grenade. It'll be great." To Kisa, he motions after their hosts. "I mean the mission, kid. The part where we blow something up." He pulls goggles down over his eyes. An elbow nudges Renek again. "This time, there aren't any Trandoshans.. so who's in charge of this thing? We just walking through the front door? That's what he said to do?" Rip indicates that the /he/ referenced in his statement is Renek.<br />
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Kisa reaches back and starts jabbing her sister back. Poke-poke-poke, "You aren't sneaking up there either way! Don't you /even/. I'm better at sneaking than you are, ya goof!" Those who know what to listen for could probably hear the frown on Kisaiya's face since she otherwise was wearing that helmet that covered it. Kisa had a SoroSuub Tracker as well, though she wasn't checking the purple ammo readout at the moment. "And why-for you poke me!" Kisa knew exactly why her sister was poking her, but that didn't stop her from playing the innocent here. She turns to look toward Rip, staring at him (presumably) before looking away and toward Nova. She inches back in her direction her hand straying down toward her wrist and the button to vent.</div>Merekhttp://www.swaoa-mush.com/index.php?title=Log:Resistance:_Sands_Of_Socorro&diff=10926Log:Resistance: Sands Of Socorro2019-03-26T01:14:03Z<p>Merek: </p>
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The winds blow through the deserts of Socorro while a team of folk aligned to the Resistance meet with the point of contact at a cave in the winding canyons. Black sands swirl as Merek has taken a speeder with him to deliver the team to his contact with the Black Bha'lir. He slows up while he looks from the goggles to the others that are there, "Alright, I will be on comms, you all have it from here. I will provide our exit, either by speeder or ship depending how this goes."<br />
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A man exits the cave, while he looks to all those that have come, and motions for them to follow into the cave with him, "Come, we explain, we need to get this finished before night."<br />
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Kae, the younger of the two Sephi sisters, now that they're in a cave and all, has her helmet pulled up enough so her eyes nose and more importantly mouth is exposed. She reaches into a pouch she keeps on her hip and digs through it before pulling out an orange kind of double-bulbed sphere which she uses a small knife to help peel.. Before long she's smiling cheerfully as she is eating wedge after wedge of dark orange/red fruited citrus of some kind.. <br />
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Meanwhile a pair of BB droids come rolling up behind Kae, one on either side.. One is white with purple accents, the other is black with purple accents... The white one glances up and accidently bumps into Kae, causing the dark one to extend a manipulator and bop the white one, which ends up in a kind of wierd ball-droid slap party and lots of beeping and warbling... Kae sighs and casually steps between themn... <br />
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Both droids emit questioning beeps.. Kae sighs "Quiiiit, not here... when we get back you two can get on the Holovid and play space wrestlers and beat each other's avatar up really badly..." To which both droids litterally squee happily and start acting well, at least like normal BB's should? <br />
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Kae looks around curiously as she's finished most of her citrus-y fruit and is working now on a second as she sticks the last of the wedges in her mouth....<br />
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A man had to eat, and to eat, he had to earn. That explains why Rip was here. He leaps from their lift and plops firmly in the black sand. A few adjustments to his gunbelt, the duster, then his hair (which is fruitless because of the wind) and this smuggler is ready. The man who says, 'come, we explain, we need to get this finished before tonight,' earns all of Rip's attention. Rather than wait for the others to converge, he follows the guy blindly, swaggering along like any overconfident Corellian might.<br />
<br />
A soft whirring noise might be heard as Kisaiya sort of half-skips along with the rest of them. Her powered armor kicking in to start regulating the temperature. She is wearing the full helmet, her face enclosed with the sort of slit-eyed glow of the optical receivers being displayed on the outside. Kisa is flicking through the different options in her helmet as usual, thermal, night, normal, thermal, night, normal. <br />
<br />
If she started turning the flashlight on and off it might be more obvious that she's hosting a one-person party inside that suit as she waits to find out more. She comes up to a stop next to her sister, her voice coming out at about three octaves higher than it should. "I think the sand is getting into some of the electronics. Yep. Yep. Kae, can you fix that?"<br />
<br />
On a world like this, Nova Korell is glad her armor sports climate control systems. The weary soldier is fine with Merek driving; if something happens, they'll need someone to return fire, and she's good at that.<br />
<br />
The speeder appears to be coming to a halt. Nova nods shortly at Merek, almost casually stepping from the speeder and sweeping the horizon with her quadnoculars. "Looks like we haven't been followed," she says, lowering the devices back into their case and shutting the speeder's door. She moves to follow the man into the cave, hands resting casually on her tac-slung Tracker's grips.<br />
<br />
Renek's boots thud heavily into the sand a moment after Rip lands, and the former soldier turned 'mercenary' straightens up slowly. Covering his body are heavy armor plates, and his face is obscured by a blast helmet and visor. A grey scarf has been wrapped around his neck and the bottom of his face to ward off the biting black sand on their journey here, but now that they have arrived he pulls it down. He adjusts the rifle strapped over his shoulder, and then starts after Rip -- equally somber and straight to business.<br />
<br />
The winds pick up, the sands begin to move around in a way that keeps the world from view. It is good for privacy, not so wonderful to scouting. The man waits for all of them, then a man steps to the makeshift light. He motions to those that have come, "This is going to be a simple explanation, we don't have the luxury of waiting around... An outpost here is holding shipments of military weapons that are to be sent to worlds the Order has superiority upon... We don't have a map of the place, we do know that is has a tower watch, and a front entrance, as well as a cargo bay. Your mission will be two things," he holds up a finger, "One, you will sabotage the shipment, two you will also recover information from the facility. They are rivals to us, we are willing to offer you compensation, and our favor in the smuggling world. You will have an hour to walk there, it will take about half an hour, then you have a half an hour for completion of the mission. If you do it perfectly, we will offer those of you who are smugglers an in with us, should you wish to join our efforts also. Any questions?" he asks.<br />
<br />
First words ouf ot Kae's mouth in reaction to Kisa? "Agaaaain?" She say sand siiighs... "The wrist comp that thing has built in, pull up diagnostic, then hit the purge button, that'll clear things out for you... It'll flush its self of sand and stuffs... That armor can do that." She adds and eats more citrus... "Ya know these are really good..." She then pauses a moment "Umm on second thought... Lemme ..." She says and reaches over to Kisa, picks up her arm and hits the right buttons on the wrist comp for her armor.. "These buttons here..." She says and grins again.. <br />
<br />
Kae then glances to the people "Ooh tight time tables and stuff...." She looks at what she has on her "Good thing I brought my buddies here, they can help get us in to that place tooo... and I'm pretty handy with base and ship systems and stuffs....." She mutters and rubs the back of her neck "Sooo you want us to Sabotage the shipment? Does it matter how? You want it subtle? or you want it to knock out the ship hauling it? What?"<br />
<br />
"None. Let's get this kriffing thing going. I'm tired of sand getting everywhere, and Old Soldier here isn't getting any younger." He hikes a gloved thumb back toward the older Republic soldier standing near him. "I'm a demolitions expert, so sabotaging drek is my drek." He announces to their crew. Rip looks ready to rumble, and if they were holding some sort of weight behind being tied to the Black Bah'lir, then his displaying the holstered CM Series III blaster would've marked him as one of their favored anyway.<br />
<br />
Renek listens carefully to what their contact has to say, and doesn't have any 'big thoughts' that need offering back in return. His only reaction to the briefing is a furrowed brow, which is fortunately hidden by the visor on his helmet. "Well, doesn't this feel like a bit of Deja Vu, Cap'n..." He drolls in dark and laconic tones to Rip. He then looks over to the gunslinger, and shakes his head ever so slightly. "We don't hurry it up you'll have to change my adult diaper before we're done." His feet shift into a more comfortable position, and he goes back to waiting.<br />
<br />
Kisa is standing there, staring at her sister when her sister reaches over and makes the suit vent out the sand. She cants her head to the side, looking down to the wrist panel then back up, down, back up. "This one?" She presses it and the flashlight turns on. Nope. Another press to turn it off, then a press and the suit makes a sound as gas shoots out from some of the gaps - clearing them again. A head turn toward Rip, curiosity as she tilts her head again, "Get what kriffing thing going? We just got off a speeder that was going and we were walking. Or do you mean that like how kids these days say 'What is going up'? Wait, is that the phrase?" Kisa looks toward her sister and scratches at her metal chin.<br />
<br />
"Where will this information be stored, and what kind of information are you looking for?" Nova asks, looking to the second man. "Retrieving data from a computer is a lot different than scouring a room for a binder full of flimsies, and it'd be easy to miss the right stuff if we don't know what we're looking for." She hears the telltale hiss of powered armor preparing to vent sand, and edges a little farther from Kisaiya and Kae.<br />
<br />
"It will be on a file in the office likely, on a datastick, that is all we know," the man tells Nova, he then motions to the others, "You can plan and walk on your way there," he adds. The winds swirl the sand about outside, while the Bha'lir also move into their cave again.<br />
<br />
Kae peers over to Nova now and smiles "I and my droids here can prolly help with grabbing that info and any other info needed too." she says cheerfully... Kae then glances back to Kisa and reaches out to poke at her sister... Poke.... Poke.... Kae then shrugs and looks to the others before tugging her helmet down. There's a brief hiss as the internals seal off and of course the atmospheric control inside starts up. Yay for Mandalorian built armor? And that's what Kae's wearing. <br />
<br />
The armor is camoflaged, suprisingly well for this area what with the greys and browns on it, and the black, shiny H-visor is a tell tale sign of the maker to boot. "Soo we have a looong walk in front of us.. we'll probably want to get going... do we have a layout of this base? Some kinda plan?" She asks curiously, "Or am I and or my droids sneeking up and getting one when we get there?" She adds and then the girl idly checks her tracker carbine and her pistol... "Doop dee doop..." She humms to her self while making sure her weapons are charged up.<br />
<br />
"Man, I love these guys. Straight to business, and they just toss you to the kath hounds! That's a page out of my own holo." Looking back at Renek, Rip brings up his own face mask, which is just an old rag he's tied to hang over his nose and mouth. It's pretty obvious Rip is smiling, but the rag hides the more charming details of his face. "If you mess yourself, I'm using that diaper as a grenade. It'll be great." To Kisa, he motions after their hosts. "I mean the mission, kid. The part where we blow something up." He pulls goggles down over his eyes. An elbow nudges Renek again. "This time, there aren't any Trandoshans.. so who's in charge of this thing? We just walking through the front door? That's what he said to do?" Rip indicates that the /he/ referenced in his statement is Renek.<br />
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"Man, I love these guys. Straight to business, and they just toss you to the kath hounds! That's a page out of my own holo." Looking back at Renek, Rip brings up his own face mask, which is just an old rag he's tied to hang over his nose and mouth. It's pretty obvious Rip is smiling, but the rag hides the more charming details of his face. "If you mess yourself, I'm using that diaper as a grenade. It'll be great." To Kisa, he motions after their hosts. "I mean the mission, kid. The part where we blow something up." He pulls goggles down over his eyes. An elbow nudges Renek again. "This time, there aren't any Trandoshans.. so who's in charge of this thing? We just walking through the front door? That's what he said to do?" Rip indicates that the /he/ referenced in his statement is Renek.<br />
<br />
Kisa reaches back and starts jabbing her sister back. Poke-poke-poke, "You aren't sneaking up there either way! Don't you /even/. I'm better at sneaking than you are, ya goof!" Those who know what to listen for could probably hear the frown on Kisaiya's face since she otherwise was wearing that helmet that covered it. Kisa had a SoroSuub Tracker as well, though she wasn't checking the purple ammo readout at the moment. "And why-for you poke me!" Kisa knew exactly why her sister was poking her, but that didn't stop her from playing the innocent here. She turns to look toward Rip, staring at him (presumably) before looking away and toward Nova. She inches back in her direction her hand straying down toward her wrist and the button to vent.</div>Merek