Post by Celeste Mason on Mar 17, 2017 20:59:38 GMT -5
Pain. It was powerful. It drove some people and held others back. But for Celeste, well, it did a bit of both. As much as it drove her on, she was not used to the sensation. It overwhelmed her.
When she opened her eyes, she was laying in a bed somewhere in the palace, an IV in one arm. She blinked at the ceiling, wincing at the light and the headache it gave her. Beside her, Maraea waited, constant and true. She smiled when Celeste awoke, but there was a hint of worry behind her soft brown eyes.
"That was... a rough interview," the Princess joked, winning a chuckle from the other woman.
"The Empire is here. They will be asking for you soon. What will I tell them?"
"The truth," the girl sighed, attempting to prop herself up on her elbows, "that I refused pain medication and it was a stupid move. Bring them in here. If they want an interview, they may have it."
"I would advise against it in your condition, but I know you won't listen anyway."
Celeste gave a weak smile and lay back down, tired, sore.
The lightsaber as the creature ignited it was more than a little concerning. Aeris had never trained against a weapon of that nature. Sure, she knew how they worked, what they could do, but dealing with them that was not something the blonde had much clue on how to manage it. Never mind managing it without a weapon beyond her powers within the force.
"I am not a Jedi!" She hissed, her feline nature becoming a touch more clear. Her intentions in coming to this world, well, she thought it best she not mention that right then. Though, her light side nature, the goodness in her aura was bound to read that way, despite the truth.
Fingers flexed with sharp though small claws were extending, readying herself for what was bound to be a gruesome fight. Those claws were one of the very few natural weapons she had. Now with the snake creature leaping between then, caused her to jump, a touch startled.
Anyone at all coming to her rescue was not something that the slender woman expected. It just wasn't a reality that she dreamed possible. After all, no one had come for her or even knew about her in the lab. No, there she had to rely on only herself. And Aeris had figured this would be the same. Wasn't that the nature of the galaxy?
The smallest of hints of a smile managed to break through the fears she held then. Perhaps her bad luck in life was beginning to change. Reaching out through the Force the svelte woman found a few large stones to throw back at the little alien. Teamwork, that was the logical way to deal with the present situation, and she wasn't about to leave this Jedi who had been so brave and bold as to step in when no one else would.
Fight or flight instincts were still ungodly high, with her having to do all she could to resist the urge to flee and find safety far from here. Because she'd drawn the conclusion that her chances for survival increased dramatically when she had another force user at her side.
Post by Jihta Heidjr’Oshan on Mar 19, 2017 16:29:02 GMT -5
A low growl escaped Jihta's throat at the interference. The logical part of her brain recognized that fighting both would be dangerous, especially as the newcomer felt stronger than her. The angry part of her brain did not really care how strong they were.
As she typically did, the Inquisitor chose to listen to the angry side.
Muscles adapted for much higher gravity than Naboo's allowed her to jump high, and she used that to jump from rock to rock as they were tossed at her. Taking on two opponents would be difficult, so better to take out the weaker link first.
Using the Force to direct her jump, Jihta fell from above and struck downward at the cat like Force user with her silver blade.
He hadn't expected the young lady to attack, but when she had hurled the rocks, it only meant a battle was going to ensue. Though, it seemed the Inquisitor was determined to bring them down no matter what he had said.
He wasn't able to gauge the power and control the small alien had over the Force, but it seemed she designated the blonde as her first kill. Slithering fast, he arced his arm forward, blocking the strike before letting out his own hiss as he stared at her.
Pushing her back, Mak pushed on the offensive, parrying his sword in fast swings to try to break the Inquisitor's stride.
Eisha wasn't a fighter. This wasn't anything to do with a peaceful or serene personality, Eisha loved a good bit of adventure, it was just down to pure practicality. When you were three and a half inches tall, the best you could have an exciting duel with was a hungry spider. And that was without going in to the issue of lightsabers not coming in the toothpick size variety. Combined with the other fact of being three and a half inches tall, which is that most people didn't even notice you, she was fluttering down the streets of Theed mostly just observing the chaos. This meant that she wasn't exactly engaged in any exciting duels to hold off the Inquisitors, and feeling altogether more than a little useless.
They also didn't make comms devices in wistie size either, so she had no way of calling her fellow Jedi, but she'd seen enough to get a grasp on what was going on.
People thought a Jedi had murdered the Queen, just as the Empire showed up. OBVIOUSLY it was an Imperial ploy right, a fake out? The problem was proving that. To gather any sort of evidence at all, they'd need to get a Jedi inside the palace who could gather information without being caught or immediately arrested.
Like, oh, Eisha wasn't sure, maybe a Jedi who was only three and a half inches tall and everybody thought was just some firefly?
She arrived at the palace and the large, sealed doors. Okay, so doors were sort of a problem. She was powerful enough in the Force these days to open them with it, if they weren't locked, but it'd attract more attention than she wanted. Luckily, Naboo was a beautiful planet, and beautiful planets often led to buildings with equally beautiful vast windows, windows that on a nice day like today, were quite often open.
She flew up to the window, glad of her tiny wings and the huge palace shielding her from any wind. While Eisha could fly, she was insect sized, so too much height and she'd end up being blown around like a ragdoll. On Endor, the Wisties had always been protected by the trees. Here, in an open city, if she flew too high, not so much, but luckily the palace acted as a wind shield. She arrived at an open window and slipped in to the palace, buzzing along the top of the ceiling.
Her natural glow was the only give away, although she dimmed it as much as possible. A trick that was worryingly easy on a day like today. Wisties were fed by emotion, happiness, positivity, and that all bled in to their bright light, and it felt that there was very little of that in the palace today. They didn't absorb emotions, they just had to be around them. But here, today? There were enough grim attitudes that if Eisha wanted to stay for long, she had better find somebody having a good day before she started to starve.
Hopefully, being near the ceiling and just a tiny ball of light, she'd be ignored even if anybody caught site of her. After all, she'd just look like a firefly to these big people, right? They never thought she might be a sentient creature, least of all a Jedi.
She heard voices in the distance, and her tiny ears peaked...
"Yes, well. I am my mothers daughter."
She decided to fly off in that direction. It had to be worth investigating, right?
Aeris's cat like reflexes alongside the skills the force gave her allowed her enough space and time to move back as Mak stepped between them blocking the hit that the alien was trying to land on her. Her next thought was to what she could do next to distract the redheaded creature.
A nearby market stall was precisely where her focus shifted, as she tore an array of glass items from its shelves to toss in the direction of Jihta. Aeris had figured that those objects would be all sorts of painful if they impacted with the demon munchkin, turning into sharp jagged shards of glass.
Post by Jihta Heidjr’Oshan on Mar 27, 2017 21:22:38 GMT -5
A snarl escaped Jihta when her attack was blocked, and then she was forced to back peddle as Mak pressed his attack. Knowing saber combat was not her strong suit, she leaped back to escape saber range and give her time to think.
Before she could, however, she felt the Force warn her in time to see the glass objects rise into the air. Reaching out with the Force Jihta grabbed one of the Naboo citizens trying to flee the fight, pulling him in front of her just at the glass stuck. Shards cut deeply into the man, and the Inquisitor let him fall to the ground in a screaming/bleeding mess.
As the body fell she raised her arm letting her sleeve fall back and revealing a device on her wrist. Aiming in the general direction of the two lightsiders, she turned it on releasing a sonic disruption burst at them. The alien wore a feral sharp-toothed grin at using the supposedly illegal weapon.
Watching as the Inquisitor jumped back, Mak saw Aeris begin to press her own attack, utilizing nearby items to drive the Imperial away. It was starting to look like they would drive her back and get back to the temple, but when the alien grabbed a man and he was struck with shards, dying, Mak understood that she was playing a game of death.
Though, when her sleeve fell back and he saw the weapon, his eyes widened. It was smaller and not on the same scale of the T-7 ion disruptor, but many knew what it was capable of doing.
Pushing Aeris with the Force so that she was out of range, he was about to jump when the blast came.
Screaming in pain, the ground around him began to break apart as she continued to use the disruptor. Falling on the ground, his body began to convulse in agony at what was happening.
A T-7 was capable of disintegrating a being atom by atom, leading to a slow and painful death. Her weapon wouldn't be capable of such an act, but it would be capable of an even slower and far more agonizing death...
Post by Myuri Dresari on Mar 30, 2017 21:19:57 GMT -5
Things had been mostly quiet. Too quiet. Nothing on sensors, no shuttles departing, no fighters flying around. It had Myuri on edge more then normal and that was not mentioning the entire Jedi thing. No additional commands to return had been given so far by the commanding officer of the operation, Grand Admiral Vesa Igneel. So they continued their sweep of looking for anyone trying to leave and not be noticed. It was not long into their sweeps however that the reports of incoming Rebel Fighters were reported to the Interceptor Squadron.
"Gamma Squadron, we have confirmed a squadron of Rebellion Fighters making a diversionary run. Priority target is the Shuttles. Fighters are Secondary. I repeat. Fighters are secondary. The TIE-Fighter squadrons will deal with them. Copy?"
The commander said from up in space with toneless words, Myuri's tone similarly unreadable as he responded.
"Copy that. Gamma Squadron form up and perform attack pattern Zeta. Follow my lead in and keep a close eye on your combat scanners." After that he got a quick affirmative response before contacting the other Fighter Squadron leaders.
"This is Gamma Squadron. We are headed for the head of the shuttles. Cover us when we come in from the Rebel ships." Myuri sent them targetting data for who they were targetting as the three TIE-Interceptors ion engines screeched and approached the fleeing shuttles from a distance away. They had formed a staggerd triangle formation with Myuri at the front and bottom.
When the TIE-Fighters went mostly for Sheena, Myuri and his two squad members locked the lead shuttle in their sights. And while burning through at max speed, unloaded. The aim simple. Hit the morale of the Jedi by annhilating their leading transport and then starting to pick them off.
But something in his instincts told him, this wasn't going to be that easy as they headed in for the attack run.
This wasn't what Aeris had expected. Granted she still hadn't entirely grasped how the galaxy could be. It was hard to imagine this type of cruelty and evil beyond the lab that had contained her for so long. Seeing the glass impact, the bystander drew a growl from her, angry with what had happened that was outside of what she could have imagined made her feel a little sick to her stomach. The man would likely die because of her actions.
The force push came fast and hard, making the blonde fly a safe distance away. She instinctively righted herself midair with a summersault and gracefully landed on her feet. Glancing to Mak, Aeris found herself torn. She knew she didn't exactly have the expertise to deal with the weapons at play and help him truly, but she didn't want to leave him to suffer whatever fate that creature had in mind for him.
In the end there wasn't a lot of choice he had been trying to save her, sacrficing himself to give her a chance. That she recognized, and knew it would be a horrible if he gave his life for her, and she still ended up captured, or dead. That wasn't the way to repay his sacrafice. The svelte blonde did the only thing that seemed right to her. Shutting her eyes tightly for a brief moment, it took all she had to ignore the urge to protect him and bolted in the other direction as fast as her legs could carry her. She had to get away, and fast.
Post by Celeste Mason on Apr 1, 2017 16:00:04 GMT -5
Celeste caught sight of something. Well, no. She didn't really 'see' it, more a feeling, a pricking at the base of her skull, a warning of a force user. A spy? Likely. She learned to simply expect spies. Imperial? No. An Imperial likely would not have a force user to spy on her. They were clever enough to know how difficult it was for them to blend in. No. This presence was very... light.
She sat up in bed, nursing her injured arm.
"Maraea, dear? Could you close the window? It's gotten a bit drafty in here."
Why the window was open at all, Celeste had no idea. Maraea, the sweet, innocent woman, likely thought she was doing the girl a favor, getting her fresh air. Celeste would have words with her, explaining carefully the dangers of open windows after an assassination.
Post by Jihta Heidjr’Oshan on Apr 1, 2017 17:14:53 GMT -5
A gleeful laugh escaped the Inquisitor as the attack struck Mak, though belatedly she realized the weapon was set for humans, not aliens. A properly tuned sonic disruptor would vaporize its target instantly. Oh well. It had been effective enough to even the playing field. Out of the corner of her eye she saw the woman fleeing, though, and that annoyed Jihta.
Suddenly she was torn between the Jedi Master and the weird woman. Having calmed down from her earlier anger, Jihta knew she could not catch both. For now she had to try and contain this one, but she needed backup. Reaching into her clothing she pulled out a small comlink. "
"Girl!" she called into it as she fired at Mak again. "Come now!"
Rogue Squadron tore towards the shuttles, ready to move to their defence, when Sheena spotted several new dots appearing on her scope. She frowned, although she wasn't surprised. The Imperials were moving to engage the shuttles. To her dismay, however, she saw several more appearing, TIE Fighters closing in on Rogue Squadron. She immediately saw their tactic, and knew she had to split the squadron and put her faith in the others being able to hold them off.
"Those Interceptors are after the shuttles, the Fighters are on us! Rogues 8 through 12, split off and keep those TIE Fighters off our backs! Rogues 2 through 7, you're with me! Accelerate to attack speed and target those Interceptors!" Sheena ordered, slamming the throttle on her X-Wing forwards as half of her squadron broke off to engage the TIEs. She knew that they were heavily outgunned on both fronts, but they were also the only air support the shuttles had.
"Okay, like, put yourself between the Interceptors and the shuttles! Open fire! Give 'em everything we've got!" She pressed down hard on the trigger, quad blasters singing at the nearest Interceptor, knowing her only chance was to push the attack on the Interceptors so hard they'd have no choice but to break off the attack runs on the shuttles and engage the X-Wings to survive.
The problem was then that the X-Wings would be sandwiched between the TIE Fighters moving to engage them and the TIE Interceptors coming about to fire on them, which was anything but an ideal place to be. And the shuttles would still have nowhere to go unless they could clear a hole through the fighter support. They were so heavily outnumbered Sheena knew it was a game of timing; if they took too long, they had lost.
Luckily, she had a plan.
"Squad One, keep pressure on 'em and keep those Interceptors from gettin' an attack vector on those shuttles! Squad Two, keep those Fighters off us a little longer!" She ordered. "I got a plan!" She opened comms to the shuttles. "Jedi Shuttlecraft! This is Rogue Leader! Sendin' co-ordinates now! Prep for your jump to hyperspace! I'm gonna try an' clear a path..." She bucked her X-Wing around from the Interceptors. She had an idea. She just had to hope it would work and the Interceptors would remain off her long enough to execute it...
Eisha froze where she was hidden near the ceiling for a moment. She had thought she felt something reach out to touch her, not physically, but mentally, within the Force, but that didn't seem possible. Nobody in the room was a Force user, were they? But either way, the girl in the bed responded to her, sitting up and asking somebody to close the window.
Well, there went her easy escape route.
Who was the girl in the bed though? She looked like the Princess. Could it be? Eisha had heard that she'd been injured in the 'Jedi' attack. Had the Imperials hurt her to make their attack more convincing? It certainly seemed possible, but Eisha was slightly concerned by her response to her entering the room. Could it be that the Princess was the Force user? Was this the sort of thing the Jedi had included in the briefing on those datapads that were too big for Eisha to use?
Either way, Eisha was pretty confident they wouldn't be looking for a three and a half inch tall glowing girl with wings, and she was hopefully safe. The Princess was obviously not going to be much of a lead, she was a victim as much as anybody else, it seemed likely, but what she had seen might help Eisha work out how the Imperials had pulled the attack off.
She paused, considering her options. She was the only one in the room, apart from her aide, and she seemed okay. Eisha didn't sense any ill will from her. This might be her chance to get some valuable information... She took a deep breath, and decided to risk it.
Fluttering down from the ceiling in a tiny ball of light, she hovered in the middle of the room, and raised her voice the best she could to draw attention to herself.
"Your highness!" On the bright side, Wisties had royalty too, so Eisha knew how to address them. "Please, don't be afraid! My name is Eisha, and I'm a Jedi Knight, but I'm not here to hurt you! We believe that the Empire has faked this attack on you and the Queen to try and trick you in to handing over Naboo! Please, anything you can tell me about your attacker can help us stop this and find the truth..." She pleaded, fluttering around in the middle of the room in a tiny orb of light. "There is fighting in the streets of Theed! But if we can prove this was an Imperial plot together, we might be able to stop all of this before things go any further..." Eisha was, of course, still utterly convinced the Empire were behind this attack, and had no idea the culprit was the very person she was speaking to. To Eisha, it was unfathomable that she would injure herself to complete the deception, in many ways, Eisha was still very naive to the scheming and politics of what she thought of as the 'Big People', Wistie culture was much simpler and with much less deception and individual free thought.
Post by Myuri Dresari on Apr 7, 2017 23:23:15 GMT -5
"Gamma Squad this is Gamma Leader. Incoming X-Wings. Two and Three, lay down covering fire. Arming concussion missiles. Shift formation to CnD Alpha." "Copy that." "Roger."
As the X-Wings reacted to their prescent, the TIE-Interceptors were quick to react before they enterd the fray. Myuri lowerd his throttle while the two wingmates increased their own, speeding ahead of him in a reverse spearhead. His Interceptor had loaded concussion missiles but he had not turned on the targetting computer. No need for that yet.
The two Interceptors screened in front of him, firing at the handful of incoming X-Wings in a diversionary fasion. The ion engines screamed as the fragile yet manuverable craft were piloted by their handlers, rolling inside twoards Myuri as he kicked his throttle back up and sped past them, dipping the nose of his craft down and rolling to the side, coming recklessly close to the forest below. The purpose of the inversed spear head was to suddenly reverse the formation of the interceptors utilizing the bursts of speed that the craft were capable of, to baffle the enemy and their targeting sensors for just a moment. And a moment was all the fast craft needed to slip through a hole, that being Myuri's aim as he started to pull up and streaked for the lead shuttle, preparing to open fire.
In his helmet, Myuri was gritting his teeth. He trusted the abilities of the two pilots flying with him. And he wasn't worried about himself, that was for sure. He was worired about their opponents. Jedi. It was an abstract concept. Not something he had ever really given serious thought or consideration too. But now that he was preparing to gun down one of their vessels, the stories he had heard from his time as a recruit and in the barracks started to come back to him. It couldn't all be true, or even close to the truth.. Could it?
'Kark it all' He swore to himself, snarling and preparing to pull the trigger as he got into range of the lead shuttle...
Post by Celeste Mason on Apr 14, 2017 20:04:19 GMT -5
Something flew at her face. In an instant, a billion thoughts cascaded through her mind. Memories flashed. Memories of nightmares that she'd had, things that never happened. She was watching them close her Mothers casket, but just before the lid closed, her eyes flew open and worms poked out. She was in bed and a million bugs were crawling over her skin. She was a child, playing in the garden, but a spider fell on her hand and started eating her alive, growing larger by the second. A fly bursting from her face. Maggots eating her eyes.
For one horrified moment, Celeste stared. Then she screamed. She screamed and cried and scrambled out of bed. Maraea leaped to action, looking for something to swat the tiny creature with. She more than anyone, knew the young Princesses fear. The girl wouldn't even put flowers in her room, for fear of insects finding their way in.
Sheena kept her eye on the scanner as the TIE Interceptors screamed towards the lead shuttles, painfully aware that at any moment they would have a firing solution and blast the lead shuttle away. She heard panic screams over her comms that only confirmed the shuttle pilots knew it too; "Rogue Leader, where ARE you!? We need air support!" She heard the scream, and tried not to wince. She knew she had one shot at this, and they didn't have enough fighters to defend the shuttles for long. No. Instead, they had to get them out of there. And that was what she was going for. "Negative, Shuttle Lead, we can't keep them off you for long enough. We need to get you in to hyperspace. Just get that drive prepped for the co-ordinates I sent!" She replied in to her comm. "But that's directly in to those TIE Fighters! Are you INSANE!?" The shuttle lead pilot replied. Sheena looked in the direction she had given, co-ordinates that would send the shuttles swerving in a dramatically unplanned direction, directly towards the blockade of TIE Fighters. There was no way they'd clear them.
Not without a trick or two.
"Trust me." Was all she said back, knowing that now wasn't the time for discussion (for once). Arten beeped a surly comment from behind her. "Hey, I'm NOT insane, shut up!" She said back to her loyal astromech. "Alright Arten, everything ready?" She asked, and again Arten beeped an affirmative. She looked down at the computer scope, keeping an eye on the closing TIE. She knew she had less than a minute before they opened fire and destroyed the shuttles. To make matters worse, she was screaming directly towards the blockade of TIE Fighters, all of which were now closing and opening fire on her lone approaching X-Wing.
"Set deflectors double front, Arten..." She ordered, flipping down her targeting computer. She had already lined up the shot with her eyes, and despite her ditzy reputation, Sheena was a genius at eyeballing difficult shots from a starfighter, but she knew this was going to have to be perfect to the dot. Blaster bolts from the closing TIEs flew in all around her, and she was aware of her front deflectors beginning to drop. And all the while those TIE Interceptors closed in on the shuttles...
"NOW, ARTEN!" Sheena cried, and she flung her X-Wing to the side out of the array of fire as from behind it dropped an object, whizzing towards the blockade of TIE Fighters.
A seismic charge.
Every fighter Sheena had ever flown she modified to carry one. A back-up to shake fighters on her tale. But in this instance, it was something else. It was to clear a path. There was that painful moment as it seemed to suck in all sound around it, leaving silence, and then....
BA-BOOM!
It detonated, sending out its massive shockwave, tearing through the TIE Fighters. Most of them were torn apart, and those that weren't had no choice but to swerve out of the way of the detonate, creating a perfect clearing in the blockade...
"Now shuttle lead. PUNCH IT!" She cried, and after a brief moment of painful hanging, the first wave shuttles shot off in to hyperspace in streaks of light, tearing through the new hole Sheena had just blown in the blockade. She heard her various pilots start cheering at the sight of the first group of shuttles escaping.
"Alright, cut the chatter, Rogues." She ordered, swinging her fighter back around towards the Interceptors. Her deflectors had taken a beating but she set them back to cover the entire ship. "That's my only seismic charge. That trick won't work twice. Lock on to the Interceptors! We've got to take them out before the next wave of shuttles get here!" And with that she set her fighter to rocket back towards the Interceptors as fast as she could, aiming to take as many of them out as she could....
Well, that wasn't quite the reaction Eisha was expecting.
"N-no, I promise, I'm not here to hurt y-" She began, trying to calm the screaming princess, but before she could finish, she was aware of a solid object flying towards her, and apparently the woman's aid was trying to...
...swat her?
"EEK!" She shrieked, flying up and out of the way, and ducking it. She dodged another one, buffeted by the speed of it passing and spinning over in a roll. She came too, just as it came down towards her head, this time a hit for definite. "Hey! Enough!" She shrieked again, throwing up her tiny arms and stopping what seemed to be a rolled parchment with the Force. For somebody Eisha's size, stopping an ordinary sized person swinging towards you was incredibly difficult, but she managed to put enough of a temporary halt on the woman's swing to get out of the way, at least, just as it flew by.
Hopefully that'd also give the crazy swinging woman a chance to rethink her attack. But the princess was still shrieking in the corner of the room. This was ridiculous! Eisha was there to HELP!
"STOP IT!" She yelled at the top of her tiny lungs. "I'm NOT an insect!!!" She tried to explain, hoping that they'd hear her over the princess's shrieking. "Oh for..." She sighed, flying up towards the ceiling light, and grabbing it with the Force to shine it towards the wall, fluttering in front of it to cast her shadow on the far wall.
The silhouette of a distinctly humanoid female with wings.
"I'm a WISTIE!" She cried out as loud as she could, hoping that her shadow on the wall would show that she was humanoid and not some bug to be swatted. "I'm here to HELP!"
Gritting his teeth, Mak roared in pain and as he did, he threw all four hands at the earth, sending a wave of mud and dirt at the alien. As he felt the attack stop, he got up slowly, his body ravaged beyond description. Wheezing slowly, he stared at the Inquisitor and her weapon.
It wasn't an ion disruptor, that he was now sure of. He had never seen such a weapon, but he was sure it wasn't something that he would have an even playing field with.
The girl was gone and he was glad. He hoped that she wouldn't feel guilt with what happened. If it had meant his death and she had survived, he would've gladly given his life for such a great thing.
Though, now he was up.
"Try to block this, you imp..."
Pushing a hand forward, he felt the power come up through his fingers, being directed at the enemy, his frown ever becoming larger as he watched carefully.
Post by Jihta Heidjr’Oshan on Apr 19, 2017 21:23:31 GMT -5
The small Inquisitor had not been expecting the counter attack, and as the dizziness and wave of nausea took over her body she collapsed to her hands and knees retching up her last meal violently. Pain Jihta respected, but this was wholly unpleasant.
Too unwell to even snarl at the Jedi, she reached to her belt and grabbed a small device that looked a bit like a grenade. Pressing a button on it, smoke began to spew out quickly enveloping her and spreading out its density obscuring all sight within the area. The rest of her concentration went to trying to use the Force to suppress the effects of Mak's attacks.
It didn't take a Gamorrean to see this was his chance.
Slithering as fast as he could, the cloud began to envelop the area as he left the battlefield. It was a standoff if he could even call it that, for whatever the Inquisitor had almost killed him with was a weapon he didn't want to face again.
It took far longer to get back to the Temple than he had expected. Ducking through side streets and going down dark alleyways to finally come to a side secret entrance back inside was almost impossible with the Imperial presence now in Theed. Stormtroopers were now walking the hallways, searching for Jedi to find and arrest.
As he came to the rendezvous point, explosions were rocking the building as he got on the ship. As a large group of Jedi saw him, Mak breathed hard, leaning on his cane.
"Master Manto, we've been waiting for you. We're the last ship to go..."
"Then go now!"
As a larger explosion came even closer, Mak slammed the button to close the ship.
"NOW, DAMN IT, NOW!"
As the sub shot off into the water, it headed deep into the core of the planet. As they passed rocky ravines and underwater passageways, Mak moved to the front, getting on the comm.
"Prepare the Gungans to have the starships ready! We're leaving as soon we get there!"
Post by Jun'ko Zane on Apr 23, 2017 14:48:47 GMT -5
Hiding a frown at the male agent's behavior towards the approaching palace guard, Jun'ko merely watched with a placid, expressionless mask on her face, her right hand clasping her left wrist behind her back as she observed...for now. Though she gave the outward appearance of calmness, the young woman was prepared to instruct the stormtroopers that had accompanied her in all manner of things, depending how events played out. For now, she remained quiet and continued watching.
(It's a crap post, but I couldn't think of anything.)
Post by Hevana Martin on Apr 23, 2017 17:10:51 GMT -5
At first, Hevana kept the grip on her repeater steely, bracing her entire body so the weapon did not lose sights on the target. However, when she saw the rest of her squad losing their weapons she let hers be pulled free as well. For now it was better to keep her strength hidden.
The woman was talking, but Hevana was only half paying attention. Like the rest of her squad, she was keeping alert of her surroundings and considering options. After the stealthed soldiers made their appearance, Hevana made sure to scan all of them and memorize their positions.
These guys were sloppy. Even as a show of force.
While she was certain her unit could take them and the unknown Force user, it would be costly. Especially when so far the target seemed to want a peaceful outcome. Why she thought threatening a squad of storm commandos on a planet now crawling with stormtroopers and orbited by an Imperial fleet was a good way to do that was beyond Hevana, but there it was.
Apparently, Hevana's lieutenant agreed with her thoughts, as rather than giving a silent signal to attack he stood up straight and began talking. After all, their original orders had been to discern the nature of the target not simply kill her. "You may state your intentions," he said making it clear from his tone that his allowing her to speak was not due to fear.
Post by Jihta Heidjr’Oshan on Apr 23, 2017 17:30:35 GMT -5
Jihta felt Mak running through the Force, but it took a few more moments to regain her balance. Once the dizziness passed pushed the smoke away to find Mak nowhere in sight. With a snarl, she balled her hands into fists and smashed them against the ground in frustration.
Not one, but two Jedi had escaped her clutches. Failure was not a taste she enjoyed, but she was also not about to give up just yet. Pushing herself to her feet, she ran out of the market. There was a crowd of people, which to Jihta was tantamount to a wall.
With a little help from the Force Jihta jumped onto one of the human's shoulders digging her fingers into its hair for support as she scanned the area. Immediately it tried screaming and to knock her off, so she smacked it upside the head.
"Quiet, be good ladder or Jihta hurt."
Looking around she tried to find either of her targets. Mak, it seemed, was long gone. Thankfully in the distance, she saw a tall blonde head pushing through the people. A feral, toothy grin spread across Jihta's face at the sight. Leaping from her impromptu tree(human)-stand she once again used the people of the crowd as stepping stones to make her way across the crowd.
Aeris truthfully had hoped that in the mess between the Jedi and whoever the hell that demon munchkin was, that she might have gotten a bit of distance away from the Inquisitor. Unfortunately, the blonde had been heading in the opposite direction of the temple and found herself fighting through a crowd of people just trying to escape whatever fate had in store if she was caught. And with her recent freedom, the last thing she wanted to do was perish or be taken back into Imperial custody and brought to the lab that had created her. After a couple of minutes, she heard the creature over the noise of the crowd.
You've got to be kidding me! The blonde thought to herself as she kept moving as best she could. There was only so much that could be done about the crowds of people in a state of panic. It had handicapped the woman's feline talents for speed, and agility. Here she might as well have been trying to run through waist deep mud. It definitely was slowing her progress down. Though she finally saw an opening and managed to dart off down an alleyway. It was the best shot she had at escape. With some luck, she might manage to lose the creature in the back alleyways and winding paths between the buildings. At least, that was the hope.
Post by Sara Arkelion on Apr 23, 2017 21:23:25 GMT -5
A smirk flitted across her face beneath the helmet she wore, but Sara's gaze shifted subtly as a nudge of her chin against a control shifted her helmet's view over to a topographical map of the city. Before replying aloud, she lifted both hands away from the grips of her blasters and punched a command to her people into the datapad built into the underside of her armor's left arm. Lifting her hand after the last keystroke, both of them lifted towards her helmet and unsealed it with a hiss of escaping air, before removing it.
Holding it with the gauntleted fingers of one hand, her scarred visage took in their surroundings before turning an intent amethyst gaze on the one who spoke, a flat tone in her voice as she spoke. "You seek to place Naboo under Imperial rule, or your superiors do. I would speak with them. Alone." Sensing through the Force more than seeing with her physical sight that her people had begun filtering back through the city to the subterranean safehouses owned by her company, a thin smile appearing on her face as she reacted aloud to the man's tone of voice.
"So you're not afraid, that is good. But making you afraid was not my intent, making you aware of the realities of the situation, was. Take Naboo, for example: there is corruption at the heart of this fruit. I, for one, would see the corruption cut out. If that means allying myself with the Empire, I will. If it were to take me the next five centuries, I would do it. The point is, it needs doing. And while I may not agree with the Imperial agenda when it comes to the Jedi, as demonstrated thus far, neither am I a fan of the other extreme - the Sith, having walked both paths in my life."
Falling silent for a moment or two, the thin smile never left her lips before she added, "Contact your superiors. I will wait." The thin smile flickered into an actual smile for but a moment, before reverting to what it had been as she lifted her helmet to don it once more, a faint suction sound as her armor re-pressurized. And then she went completely motionless.
Post by Myuri Dresari on Apr 26, 2017 21:37:21 GMT -5
The sudden explosion of the seismic charge through Myuri for a loop. He had scanned that fighter and warned his interceptors moments before, but it was just a bit too late for the rest of the fighters. By the time they heard his shout over Imperial comms about the seismic charge, it had already gone off. That moment shocked him with true, momentary terror at what just happend. He heard his officer ask for a status report, his eyes blinking and staring at the mission time. An old trick he had learned. In combat, you can loose your cool enough to where unzipping your flightsuit isn't possible. Looking at a clock will tell you quickly if you are actually calm or not. If you arn't calm, the numbers won't make any sense. And at first, they didn't. But Myuri forced them to make sense, connecting the lines between the digital numbers. Fifteen hundred hours. That meant it was around mid afternoon. With a short nod he responded to his officer, the worst of the momentary terror and its effects abated.
"All Fighter Squadrons have major losses. Only seeing two above fifty percent strength. Interceptor Squadron Gamma at full. Suggest that we re-organize the remaining Fighters while Gamma Squadron runs interception. We need that Fighter Squadron dead." He said, the officer looking over his console.
"We will dispatch two more Interceptor Squadrons. One of those will be the other half of your Squadron, they will link up with you when they get there. We will also scramble a TIE-DEFENDER Squadron. For now you are the acting battle leader for our engaged forces. Hold the X-Wings off and destroy them if you can while reinfocements come."
"Copy that sir. Anything else?" Myuri asked, a moments pause before the officer spoke. "Good luck Captain. Lt.Suggs out." And the line closed. Myuri took a deep breath, before switching over to the comm systems to the remaning TIE-Fighters. "This is Myuri to all remaining Imperial Fighters. Fall back to these co-ordinates." He said, quickly picking a spot nearby that was away from the immediant fighting but still close in the area. "Gamma Squadron will hold off the X-Wing squadron. Regroup and fall into formation RSPH." He looked over the ID-tags of the surviving memebers. There was only a single Squadron leader remaning. "You will form up on Alpha squadron leader. You have your orders, get going!" Myuri said sharply, The Squadron leader giving a sharp affirmative before the TIE's began to disengage from the immediant combat zone.
"This is Gamma Two. Sir, i see the logic in your plan, but how do the three of us plan to deal with all those X-Wings?" Myuri's squadmate asked in a sardonic tone. "By trying very hard GTwo." Myuri awnserd with a similar tone, getting a short laught from his squadmate. "Its one of those day's it it? Lets get too it then sir. Orders?" He asked, Myuri taking a nice and long breath before replying.
"We get into formation and stick too it. Make quick strafing runs at them and blow past them, use speed to our advantage. In addition, we will engage attack pattern MSD." When he said that, things started to fall into place and his Squadmate nodded. "Copy that. Settling on your six."
When the charge went off, the pair of Interceptors had broken off from before and headed back to Myuri. Now, the three interceptors were in a loose formation, a simple spearhead going right at the X-Wings. There was a saying amongst Rebels, Myuri had heard. TIE-Fighter pilots are suicidal. TIE-Defender pilots are blood thirsty. But TIE-Interceptor pilots were suicidal and blood thirsty. His unusual tacticts were about to put that paticular saying in practice.
As they hit the maximum edge of engagement range, the three interceptors screaming towards the X-Wings, Myuri and his two Squadmates let loose with dumbfired concussion missiles. Not having been locked to anything, they would not show up on sensors in any noteable way untill they were close. But the purpose of the concussion missiles was not to hit the enemy fighters.
And just as they hit proper engagement range, Myuri spoke over his squadron's comms. "Hit it." He said, all of them triggering a button. The remote fire detonater in the missiles went off, letting loose infront of the X-Wings smoke, shockwaves that would throw off their aim and bits of metal clanging on their shileds. A simple distraction attack, aimed at breaking their formation just as they got into firing range. Should the plan have worked, Myuri and his squad mates would peel off to the side and fire upon a designated target, spraying sensor interfering chaff out from their ships as they flew past to add to the confusion. It was a suicidally direct plan. But they couldn't let the X-Wings have complete space superiority and the TIE Fighters had to regroup to be combat effective. It wouldn't take long for the TIE's to regroup by the time the Interceptors would have passed the squadron of X-Wings by, they would have reformed and started to head into the fray themselves.
Alis'heen'amey had a reputation on the ground. She was known as a ditzy, spoiled little heiress who was utterly obsessed with fashion, vain to a fault, and so dumb there were many interviews with her on the holonet that had become galactic memes just for her ditzy answers. She was the type of girl known to be the one who might see a spider and squeal and run from a room in a panic, flailing. The type of girl who would be near tears if she got a bit of mud on her boots. The type of girl literally galactically known for stopping almost any activity to check her make-up.
The people aware of that reputation would of been stunned to see her now.
In the aftermath of the explosion of the seismic charge Sheena had fallen largely silent, her crimson eyes scanning the stars as she tried to read the Imperial tactics. They had no way of knowing if she had another one of those up her sleeve, or whether the rest of Rogue Squadron were carrying similar gadgets. That meant they'd need to regroup. And sure enough, they seemed to be pulling back. If Sheena guessed correctly, they'd largely prioritise their targets to be the X-Wings now, realising they were a legitimate threat. And that would give the shuttles their chance.
The X-Wings just had to hold them off for a little longer.
Sheena guessed some pilots would run interference until a strategy could be formed, and just as she expected, she saw three TIE Interceptors break off from the others and screech towards them. She was reminded of an old saying among the Rebels. It went something like 'TIE Fighter pilots are something something. TIE Defender pilots are something something. But TIE Interceptor pilots are something something and something something.'
In retrospect, Sheena wished she'd listened to that saying a little better the first time round because it might have helped a little.
She watched the three Interceptors approach, and suddenly unleash concussion missilies. There were no alarms blaring on her ship, so they weren't locked on. A desperate distraction tactic? That seemed wasteful even for the Empire.
No.
It was to provide cover.
Too late to warn the others Sheena realised what they were doing as the X-Wings broke off as they exploded, unable to see the approaching ships. Except for Sheena herself, of course.
There was another phrase. 'Rebels never blink'. She realised it was a trick and flew her fighter forwards, right through it, relying on her double front deflectors to absorb any shrapnel. Flipping down her targeting computer to lock on to the TIE Interceptor on the right, as the trio flew forwards, they would fly right in to quad blaster fire singing from her X-Wing as she flew right at them. Knowing her shields would last longer than the fragile ships, and determined to get at least one...
Post by Hevana Martin on May 28, 2017 19:35:35 GMT -5
Hevana got the distinct impression from her Lieutenant's voice that he did not like this force user, but that was only because she had known him for years. The man had always been good at keeping his cool and maintaining his composure. A skill Hevana distinctly lacked.
"Don't move," he ordered the woman before taking a step back. After that, he switched his helmet's coms over to the command channel and relayed the situation. After a few minutes, he stepped forward and turned her helmet mic back on.
"You will follow us to temporary garrison Alpha 465 where further transport arrangements will be made. Your men must also decloak immediately. Once we arrive you will be expected to turn over any weapons. You will get them back when you leave."
"Agent of Chaos? Nah, I'm an Agent of Order. Violent, Stabby, Order."
Post by Myuri Dresari on May 28, 2017 22:04:25 GMT -5
A short shout went over Myuri's comms as the missiles went off and they saw the X-Wing formation break on their sensors from the blocked visiblity. The other two wordlessly followed Myuri as he started to turn right, his targetting systems locking on to a pulling away X-Wing. Already having switched to his laser cannons he opend up the trigger on the Rebel fighter they had chosen to primary. It was about that time that there was a shout of terror over the comms as Gamma Two got the 'locked on' notice. A helpful tool, but it had a nasty habit of notifying the pilot with a slight delay. At close range, that delay was deadly to untrained pilots. With a fast jerk on his throttle, the targetted interceptor quickly started to evade, but not in time as laser cannons ripped into the Interceptors wing and wing joint, the interceptor going up in flames as the craft was lost from the cannon fire. Spiralling diagonally it circled down twoards the jungle and bogs below, billowing out smoke and sensor jamming chaff from its tail.
Myuri had not even processed what had just happend untill they had finished their strafing run on the first X-Wing that they had targetted as a group. Even without their third member, two Interceptors doing a strike run was still devastating, or so Myuri hoped as he passed the X-Wing and his third and only remaining squadron member kept on shooting before quickly blowing past, the chaff still spaying out behind them.
"Gamma Two, Respond!" Myuri demanded into the comms, but only got silence and static in return as the Interceptor spiralled out of control. He attempted to scan the ship for life signs, but the chaff interfered and he could only sware. "Lt.Suggs, this is Myuri, we lost one Interceptor, tracking current crash course for recovery!" Myuri said as both he and the second Interceptor kept flying past the X-Wings, aiming to leave them in the dust and let the by now regrouped Tie-Fighters fly in. After a few moments, he had the crash zone logged in, somewhere in the jungle, and sent it to Lt.Suggs. "We will deploy recovery forces when able. Continue with the mission." Myuri nearly spat out his quick response of 'aye sir' as he continued flying, keeping a sharp eye on their tail.
Meanwhile, the regrouped Tie Fighters had made a reverse spearhead. Even after the devastating blow that was the earlier seismic charge, they still had the advantage of numbers, though only by five or so. The aim was simple, encircle the now disorganized group of X-Wings and focus them down with multiple fighters before they could regroup to aid each other. The very close dog fighting they would enter into would keep the Rebels from trying another bomb trick and if they did try to regroup, there was the ever present threat of a quick attack from the Interceptors which had just made a fast get away act through their chaff field. Though that field would be dissipating soon but untill it did it would leave questions in the minds of the rebel pilots like 'where are those interceptors? when are they coming back?'. Or so Myuri hoped, but if that paticular part of the plan had worked or not remained to be seen. Though they had not arrived yet, the two reinforcing TIE-Interceptor Squadrons were well on their way to the battlefield, with the TIE-Defenders being launched not so long after.
But in the mean time, all Myuri could do for now was scan for the second wave of Shuttles, and observe how the situation with the X-Wings unfolded as the TIE-Fighters clashed with them a second time.