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Lothal has had a lot of time to heal and it's in part thanks to the efforts of those who have sought to rejuvenate the lands of it following the strife that scarred its surface.<br />
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To the south and west the forests have made a resurgence and on the fringe of those same forests. A small colony that barely rates being called a hamlet by most galactic standards has been established in the metaphorical No Man's Land between old Imperial mining efforts and the renewal of nature's vitality. The placement of this colony is clearly intended to take advantage of the forest and revival of life on Lothal, but also to aid in its expansion and reclaiming of the industry-scarred landscape to the north and east.<br />
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A pair of landspeeders hum along the rolling hills and broken once war torn landscape. To the west a group of prefab dwellings and meager farmland can be see from atop one of those rolling hills. The Hutt Cartel has come and even from the couple hundred yards distant, it's obvious that the occupants of the village expected it. Many can be seen from afar rushing to seek some place to tuck themselves away, hide, or otherwise get out of sight on this beautiful late morning.<br />
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Those that don't seem to be scurrying about seem to be well armored and well equipped. Mercenaries, perhaps. The three of them seem to be arrayed on the edge of the hamlet's footprint, awaiting the arrival of the pair of land speeders.<br />
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[[Amal Jha]] <br />
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Amal was not an easy target to miss, all things considered. She sat at the front of one of the speeders, for one, and she wore that oddly glaringly white attire for a second. She carried no visible weapons, however, nor did she appear to be yelling orders to the...members, retainers, lackeys? The other members of the Hutt Cartel in the speeder with her. She was, entirely, content to wait to see what would be as they approached.<br />
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[[Qar-duun]] <br />
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Qar-duun, masked and visored against the threat of anything like tear-gas, awaits his turn in the fight with frosty silence. If he's here for anything other than an excuse to make mayhem, at least he's waiting in good order-- no sense perturbing the Hutts, even for a Sith...<br />
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[[Borgol the Hutt]] <br />
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Miles to the northeast a transport ship awaits. Intended to sweep in and collect the merchandise only after the area is secured. For now a pair of speeders bearing the Hutt Cartel's appointed representatives make their approach on the hamlet's perimeter. An Echani that speaks with the voice of a Hutt Lord, an altogether unknown Zabrak with green skin and a crown of straight horns, and a Duros named Xius Lawsin acts as the driver of the speeder which they occupy. In the second speeder a Human and Chadra-Fan sit, following on the left flank of the first speeder.<br />
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The speeders glide to a halt and from behind the row of three armored and armed mercenaries a hunched elderly woman steps forward, idly gumming at nothing as she lifts a hand in greeting to the pair of speeders and their occupants before they've even dismounted from them. The mercenaries remain still and watchful; one might note that they possess reasonably expensive, well-maintained equipment.<br />
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As the elderly woman - the leader of the colonists - approaches without venturing too far from the mercenaries, her voice old and frail, "If you're here from the Hutts, we have no quarrel with you, but we need more time.." [Language: Huttese]<br />
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[[Borgol the Hutt]] <br />
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Miles to the northeast a transport ship awaits. Intended to sweep in and collect the merchandise only after the area is secured. For now a pair of speeders bearing the Hutt Cartel's appointed representatives make their approach on the hamlet's perimeter. An Echani that speaks with the voice of a Hutt Lord, an altogether unknown Zabrak with green skin and a crown of straight horns, and a Duros named Xius Lawsin acts as the driver of the speeder which they occupy. In the second speeder a Human and Chadra-Fan sit, following on the left flank of the first speeder.<br />
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The speeders glide to a halt and from behind the row of three armored and armed mercenaries a hunched elderly woman steps forward, idly gumming at nothing as she lifts a hand in greeting to the pair of speeders and their occupants before they've even dismounted from them. The mercenaries remain still and watchful; one might note that they possess reasonably expensive, well-maintained equipment.<br />
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As the elderly woman - the leader of the colonists - approaches without venturing too far from the mercenaries, her voice old and frail, "If you're here from the Hutts, we have no quarrel with you, but we need more time.."<br />
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[[Amal Jha]] <br />
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Amal, stepping down from the speeder once it came to a halt, flicked her duster around herself, settling the garment, as though it were a necessary part of the ritual. If the residents of this humble hamlet believed that they would be spared, or looked at with sympathy, simply because they had chosen one of their most vulnerable as their Voice, there was no trace of any such emotion in the Echani's voice. Of course, Amal, being, well, only Echani, had neither the presence of body nor the resonance of voice of the Lord in whose name she spoke, but there was some echo of it there regardless, "Time is not the commodity in which you are trading today. Your people will begin gathering in the center of the village for retrieval."<br />
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[[Qar-duun]] <br />
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Qar-duun sets foot on the world's gravel, which submits to his weight with a satisfying *crackle* beneath his bootheels. He rises, flicking the switch on his chosen sidearm to 'STUN,' telegraphing the same bargainless intent as the rest of the enforcers...<br />
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[[Borgol the Hutt]] <br />
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"Retrieval?" the wizened woman asks with obvious surprised as she takes a feeble half-step back from the Hutt Cartel's enforcers. There's fear to go with the surprised etched into the deeply wrinkled face of the sun darkened skin of the village elder. The half-step back seems to be some unspoken cue for the trio of mercenaries who step forward, quickly forming a living shield between the old woman and the Cartel's people.<br />
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The center mercenary speaks up, his helmet lifting as he speaks through a vocorder that transmits his voice to the world-at-large, "I think it's time for you all to leave."<br />
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The whine of a blaster being unsafed can be heard, followed by two more as the mercenaries look over the gathering of Cartel thugs, "You can walk out of here or you can get buried here. Your call."<br />
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The mercenaries don't seem to be ready to yield and judging by their equipment they're a fairly pricey bunch. Funds that surely could have been given to the Hutts. Then again all funds are best delivered into the hands of the Hutts, right?<br />
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[[Qar-duun]] <br />
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Qar-duun's sneer is audible from beneath his faceplate, but his attempt to silence one of the hamlet's "protectors" is, perhaps, guided more by malice than practice. He may yet default to the hilt at his hip or (if his gorge rises to its fullest,) perhaps engage them hand-to-hand! Rage... rising... !<br />
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[[Amal Jha]] <br />
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"A debt is owed. A debt is being collected." Amal did not say 'It's just good business,' but considering that this was Borgol they were speaking of, did she really have to? She did, to be personable, allow the mercenary to make his speech, because far be it from her to stop a man from pontificating, but she did not offer a reply to him. Instead, her words were directed towards the old woman, "This was your choice," she offered the woman, "Remember that." And then the echani moved, all fluid grace and deadly intent as a pair of blades seemed to materialize in her hands and she struck forward, cutting down one of the mercenaries where he stood, not leaving time to watch him bleed the rest of the way out before she eliminated a second. A third strike pushed back but did not hit a third, as her boot came down to crush the chest of the one bleeding but not quite dead. Stay down. or perhaps...prepare to become a springboard.<br />
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[[Borgol the Hutt]] <br />
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A pair of mercenaries fall and their third grabs the elderly woman, pulling her back and away from the Cartel thugs as he begins to fire his blaster toward Amal and her approach.<br />
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The fighting seems to have been the signal for an ambush because from behind prefab shelters, farming equipment, and even from beneath a couple fighting holes concealed beneath earthy brown tarps mercenaries spring into the fight. For the moment the mercenaries seem to hold the upperhand in terms of sheer numbers and the amount of blaster rifle sizzling through the air in the direction of the Cartel enforcers acts as a testament to that fact.<br />
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For the moment the blaster fire appears more suppressive and less accurate; which is likely a boon for the Cartel's enforcers.<br />
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[[Amal Jha]] <br />
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Whether Amal expected the ambush or not, was not something she commented on or responded to, for now. Instead, she Flowed forward, blades cutting down the mercenary who had tried to shield the old woman, a graceful kick directing his body to fall away from her, before she flipped one of the blades, bringing it down on the woman's temple, dropping her into immediate unconsciousness. And if that left her as the most immediate target of the ambush, well, she had been there before. "Begin to move in, round up the chattel."<br />
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[[Qar-duun]] <br />
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Qar-duun launches himself via the Force at the line of buildings, hoping to intimidate them into routing! "Surrender now, it's less painful! Or don't!" he barks.<br />
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[[Borgol the Hutt]] <br />
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Back and forth blaster bolts slash through the air. If it were night the immediate area would be a light show of many different colors. Unfortunately it's an hour before noon and therefore the sun eradicates much of the potential for colorful theatrics.<br />
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Among the prefab structures Qar-duun leaps and seeks to send many a mercenary meandering in the opposite direction. Unfortunately they hold fast and begin firing inaccurate blaster fire in the direction of the powerful leaper.<br />
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Amal becomes the target of a pair of mercenaries, seeking to drive her away from the elderly woman no doubt. Thankfully their shots fail to strike Amal. Less thankfully their enthusiasm for shooting the Echani results in the elderly village leader being shot while she lay unconscious on the ground. She awakens wailing in pain and clutching at the blaster burn across her hip, so she's alive at least.<br />
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The Cartel enforcers begin to surge forward, following in the wake of both Amal Jha and Qar-duun. Their own blasters spit pain and death, with one of the mercenaries slumping down in his fighting hole and another that was firing from a prefab shelter's window crumpling away from said window when his armored chest takes a blaster bolt to it.<br />
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[[Amal Jha]] <br />
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If she was screaming, she was still alive. Hence, still useful chattel. Amal left the old woman to her pain, and the consequences of her choices, as she waded in with the rest of the Cartel contingent, cornering two of the mercenaries as they tried to escape the overhang of the building, likely to try to get a better angle on her. If you stopped to ask her, she might comment that they were very poor fighters if they could not hit an unarmed woman, but, that was now her way. Her blades flashed, the crimson fire of the energy fields blending with the rest of blood as she cut them both down, before she pivoted, marking the next closest targets.<br />
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[[Qar-duun]] <br />
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Qar-duun, furious at being downplayed (no matter how present and scarlet a threat Amal is,) ignites his lightsaber and begins swinging, taking his anger out in sidelong chops and repeated *bats* of mercenaries he's adjudged as 'insufficiently grateful for their miserable lives.' He stalks among them, saber *whirling!*<br />
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[[Borgol the Hutt]] <br />
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A pair attempt to scramble away from Amal as she rushes into their vicinity, utilizing farm equipment to prevent their gunning her down too easily. Meanwhile she has little trouble cutting down the pair of rookie mercenaries, whose cries of terror are swiftly silenced under the wrathful hands of a Hutt's most prized wraith.<br />
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The snap and hiss of a white beam leaps forth and Qar-duun closes swiftly with his own pair of mercenaries, batting one of them in the armored shoulder. The strike rolls from the armored pauldron and onto the body glove sheathed upper armor of the mercenary. A shout of pained surprise erupts from the mercenary when the unfamiliar glowing rod strikes him. This causes his partner to skitter away and, seeing Amal cut down two of their own, he takes a moment to snap a shot off at the Echani enforcer. Which misses.<br />
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Meanwhile an exchange of gunfire between the hamlet's defenders and the other Cartel thugs finds a lot of missed shots, save for those taken by Xius Lawsin. Judging by the burbling erupting from the Durosian woman each time she guns down one of the hamlet's mercenaries, she's quite amused at watching them drop like flies around her.<br />
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[[Amal Jha]] <br />
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Amal was nothing if not efficient. She had seen enough death to be able to mark the dead and pay them no more mind. The sound of the snap-hiss of an unfamiliar weapon shifted her focus and she tkk off at a run, moving away from where the Cartel heavies seemed to be enjoying themselves, blaster fire seeming to end up everywhere but hitting her person. A flash of blades and one of the bodies near the Zabrak went down, blood flowing from the second, though he was not down and out. Amal did not have to kill everything She was happy to leave that one for the blade wielding Qar-duun's retribution.<br />
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[[Qar-duun]] <br />
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Qar-duun brings the lightsaber down *again* and *again,* crackling dramatically as he vents his rage on this... particularly unfortunate mercenary. "Stay down or I'll feed you to her," he instructs the soldier, *chinning* at Amal and her... gruesome... support-work.<br />
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[[Borgol the Hutt]] <br />
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Another falls beneath the skillful death-dealing of Amal Jha. Another falls at the hands of Qar-duun and the stunning saber that he dispenses with copious, wrathful strikes. The armored humanoid tries to move, but largely fails outside of some simple twitching. The helmet that he wears prevents seeing the look of fear that Qar-duun can feel the mercenary exude.<br />
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Meanwhile the mercenaries and other Cartel enforcers continued to exchange fire - sometimes at point blank range - and in some cases even land telling blows! Another pair of mercenaries fall and this soon leaves only one left.<br />
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It may be a credit to that single remaining mercenary. He - or she - doesn't seem ready to give up, instead moving and firing as they begin to withdraw toward the center of the hamlet.<br />
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[[Amal Jha]] <br />
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"I do not see any retrieval teams moving in," Amal offered, as she began to move, tracking the retreating mercenary, though the path towards them was not clear. It took a bit of jumping and leaping as she moved, to get her to where she might be able to close the distance. Her tone held the slightest edge of disapproval. There were chattel waiting to be collected.<br />
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[[Qar-duun]] <br />
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Qar-duun's arcing, superhumanly-enhanced leap lands him *on* the man's ride out. "Yes, hello. Turn back and submit? The alternative is my colleague, so..." He waves his lightsaber, in a catty sort of 'go on, toddle off now...'<br />
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[[Borgol the Hutt]] <br />
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Amal is hot on the trail of the remaining mercenary. Qar-duun leaps ahead, lands atop the mercenary's swoop bike. A witty remark later and the mercenary lifts their blaster pistol to fire off a wide shot at the Zabrak.<br />
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Which is precisely when Xius, Jonith, and Wrassa open up on the mercenary in unison. In a brutal display of Cartel justice the mercenary is practically lit aflame as they're struck by a sudden torrent of blaster fire. The mercenary crumples to the well tread ground, sizzling and reeking of ozone after the volley concludes.<br />
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It's only a moment or two after the last blaster shot is made that the occupants of the hamlet begin to peep their heads through doorways and windows. Their look of hope is swiftly dashed, turning instead to fear and despair. Their plan to take a stand against the Hutt's aggressive lending practices has failed.<br />
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It isn't long before the first transport arrives with the whine of sublight engines and repulsors powering down on the western perimeter of the village. It isn't long after that more and more of the Cartel's assets arrive.<br />
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By nightfall there will be nothing left of the hamlet save for a few burnt out structures, confiscated property, an abundance of 'livestock' ushered into a pair of transports, and anything of value stripped of the place. What was once a small-but-thriving colony has within the span of a day become a burnt out husk that reeks of fear, despair, anguish, and sadness to those who may feel the influence of the Force.<br />
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The arm of the nebula that this world passed through for part of the year granted a boon to approaching craft for the havoc with sensors it played. Blues and yellows stained the sky in a perpetual dawn ambiance caused by the reflected light of the otherwise blocked sun. Messages relayed had directed craft of the Jedi and the Rebellion, here for reasons unspecified.<br />
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The landing field, tucked among stalks of what looked like ferns the size of old growth trees, the answering craft were gathered and their occupants unloaded and among them the Zelosian, Qutha, standing with a faraway look on his features.<br />
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"That way..." said when the others have gathered, motioning east, "Calamity can be averted if we go that way." Finally looking about to see if any are with him now.<br />
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Though she was an ally to the Rebellion, the Greystorm's interests usually kept her away from the main work of the still growing organization. Sometimes, though, she did manage to find her way onto their expeditions when the needs required it. Just now, though, Nerys moved in to fall in line with the Jedi, hands adjusting the backpack which was her own personal bag of holding. Bitty was maglocked to the pack, Numpty clinging to her shoulder. "Are we expecting a calamity?"<br />
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"Calamity's part of the job, kid," Poe said endearingly; the way all smugglers said kid. "They're like a bad case of the swamp cough; a gift that keeps on giving." Poe walked alongside the two, his own features hidden by an old flightjacket. The jacket had a high collar that was folded, and Poe's own long, wild dark hair was beginning to shoe its age with a bit of salt here and there. He walked with a distinct limp, favoring his right leg, the same leg Terex had blasted years ago with an exotic pistol; it had never quite healed right. "The better question is whether or not there's food. I'm starving..."<br />
The red-aired Jedi was hesitant to offer his help to the Rebelion. It took him some time to to decide to help. After all, he culdn't dwel on what had happened previously, it was time for him to move on Perhaps things would be different this time. <br />
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The red-aired Jedi was hesitant to offer his help to the Rebelion. It took him some time to to decide to help. After all, he culdn't dwel on what had happened previously, it was time for him to move on Perhaps things would be different this time. <br />
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He looks at Poe and Qutha, lips curving into a smile. "It's good to see you here, Qutha." Neriss receives a friendly, polite nod. He slowly starts to walk alongside the group, turning to Poe. "Well, general, that's what I wanted to talk to you about the other day, about being available to help again." he says with a chuckle.<br />
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"I's saw a world, where'n the foundations shook s'though in th'wake've the steps of a thousan' giants..." Qutha notes, as if no jests had been offered. Walking steadily between the masses of foliage and delicate looking stalks despite many being as thick as support columns, "They's ain' yet reached they destination. They sleep n'await t'rise n'draw fire where they's gazin'."<br />
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The path being led on drawing between the flora in a seemingly aimless wander that keeps them clear of thicker brush. Crossing a kilometer's march down a ravine and across marshy ground where green pads large enough that they support the weight of those walking on them bob in the muck.<br />
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All the while a noise grows closer, in the direction they walk, a rhythmic thudding and the grind of metal. A constant thunder with no rain nor clouds in the sky. Beyond the fronds of massive plantlife light stabs through until the quartet find themselves on a ridgeline with tangles of flowering bushes dotting it.<br />
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Beyond that a pair of structures. One quite sizable, comparable to a large town and several stories tall. An entire section of it a great set of doors that make the red armored troops moving on patrol look like insects. Close to one side of it, a series of half-disks jutting from the ground, with massive cables running from it to the larger structure.<br />
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Nerys looked, not over, as he was ahead of her, but towards the jedi, lips compressing. It was her Nerys is Thinking face, and not her Nerys is Annoyed face, as she listened to the vision, so she assumed it to be, as it was imparted to her. She kept her own counsel as they covered the distance to what, one would think, was their destination, attention shifting to the work area being guarded, "Could e drilling of some sort, that's disturbing the bedrock, or, there's something underground and their trying to batter the entry open."<br />
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Poe cringed at being referred to as General, but he didn't say anything to the contrary. It had become something of a namesake by this point giving credence to the fact that 'Generals never retired'. "There's no shortage of tasks needing help, just jump in and get after it," Poe comments back to Saito, remaining vague as to the point he was trying to make, but informative enough to say the Rebellion needs all the help it can get.<br />
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As they arrive to a new view, Poe squints to eyeball the large building. Knowing what he knew of Imperial military structures, he said, "Seems reminiscent of old walker factories-- but like.. bigger." The comment is made casually as he stepped, as if reconnaissance was something of a pass time.<br />
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Saito continues to walk with the other members of the group. He looks a head, eyes focusing on the smaller disk-like structures. "These appear to be power generators." Poe's comment earns a nod from the young pilot. "Whatever this is it looks big. I don't know much about the Empire's industry. Do they need to drill to build walkers?" he muses, as if trying to make sense of the information that they have so far.<br />
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Qutha's voice drifts from one side, "At least two've us are likely who'n I'us meant t'bring here, but where t'go from there, I ain' know." Brow creasing and something drives the zelosian to a kneeling position, one hand lifting to his brow. Head turning slowly side to side, "A cradle' f'the birth of terror." <br />
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In the wake of a shaky breath, a craft descends through atmosphere, a modular conveyor lowering to place its massive cargo containers on the roof, and out of sight, upon the massive structure. The creak and grind of metal doors and titanic hydraulics now added to the din while the troopers below continue to patrol, seeming otherwise ignorant of their observers.<br />
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"Well, I suppose you can be happy with the two you have, and settle for the other two." Nerys' tone did not change, as she settled in to give the facility a good looking over. "I think," she offered, as she watched the containers being loaded onto the roof, "We need to get in close enough to get a look at what they're delivering." A beat, "Might be possible to see if we can tap into their communications. They have to be talking to each other."<br />
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"I'll see if I can sneak in and take a look around. Big doors seem to be the only way in, and worst case scenario, a bunch of people shoot at me." Poe shrugged, then stepped ahead. His days as an infiltrator and special forces commando were shining through; he was an old man in a young man's profession. This was going to be fine! Moving on, Poe at least looked like he knew what he was doing.<br />
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Saito would nod to Nerys's suggestion. "I'm not too good when it comes to sneaking aorund. I don't want to geopardise the mission." he watches as Poe manages to sneak flawlessly, nodding in the general direction of the other man. <br />
It is then that the redhead closes his eyes and reaches out into the force, trying to understand the essence of this place. It is as if he was punched. He opens his eyes and looks around for a moment, seeming desorientated. "That place.. Is dark. There is fire, pain and fear in that place. Something terrible has happened or is about to happen there. The sense of fear is overwhelming."<br />
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"I ain' among the two." Qutha intones, watching the buildings and the troops. Hunkered and rubbing his brow while he watches ahead, eyes seeming glazed over. Remaining kneeling while Poe approaches.<br />
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The old man seeming able to find the right screens from view as he descends the ridge and grows closer to the structure. The Imperial Troopers on patrol moving steadily with one of each trio turning to walk backwards while the others alternate who looks forward and the other to the side.<br />
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The cargo craft's main body ascends again, its containers left behind.<br />
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For Poe, as he nears, there are smaller hatches built into the main doors, with a single Stormtrooper stationed at the split.<br />
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Nerys reached up, tapping the front of Bitty's chassis, the droid inlocking herself from her backpack mount and coming up over Nerys' shoulder, one of her hands accidentally on purpose nearly knocking Numpty off of his perch. "See? I knew he liked having you around. Bitty, see what you can grab of their comms and relay it to my helmet." The seeker droid made no sound, nor did she allow her eye to flash. She was in stealth mode, such as it existed for one such as herself. "Nothing useful on the wireless. General reporting and flight pattern confirmation. I'm going to need to get into the hardwired comms to see what's going on inside." Now to find an access point.<br />
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Poe continues to move closer, remaining mindful of positioning and possessing some situational awareness regarding troop placement in relation to where he was, and where he planned to go. Skilled infiltrators had to plan their approach, and Poe seemed to give it thought as he drew closer and closer to the loud building and its secrets!<br />
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Secrets indeed, the monolithic structure loomed over Poe, troopers passing close and narrowly missing sight of the man as the rumbling thuds continued to shake the very ground. The rising groan associated most often with pneumatics rising and falling like the wail of some doom herald.<br />
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From within an alert klaxon blares for several beats before it cuts out just as suddenly. <br />
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Lights begin to run along the structure identified as a power generator before pulses move up along lines running from it to the structure before they go out again and the clattering rumble of hydraulic doors shutting sounds like a thunderclap. The stage being set with three figures on the ridge and one dangerously close.</div>Mrjeff