The group has just entered atmosphere on Corellia after breaking away from the Sith Empire fleet.  Oriana's check into the METOSP is unfortunately not very useful, and hasn't been updated to reflect the incoming Imperials.

OOC: Resume where you left off!
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Seely just prepares herself for the worst, hoping no more of the Sith penetrate in far enough to get after the Freighter.  They'll already have enough trouble escaping without making a bad landing...

Shanda re-emerged into the cockpit from the corridor she had been thrown into with the rather express acceleration. She wasn't hurt other than her pride and that healed quick enough. Glancing over the cockpit she looked beyond to the surface of the planet trying to see if any of the holocrons she had viewed or tablets she perused had any knowledge of this world and just where it might place them in relation to thier mission point. Glancing to Hector and Oriana she smiled, "Impressive flying, the Republic did a good thing enlisting your help, they obviously found the best qualified."

Glancing to Oriana the smile never waivered, "So you have training in one of the other traditions or did the Order originally welcome you?" The question was rather bluntly stated but Shanda wasn't one to beat around the bush, though her voice didn't carry any accusation or suspicion, more a casual curiosity.

"My womens' intuition is just that top notch," Oriana responds flatly, without taking her eyes off the console panel in front of her.  She yanks the headset off her head and tosses it over its hook with perhaps a bit more force than necessary, before leaning forward to look more closely at the terrain map.  "METOSP's useless."

Shanda smiled to herself and inclined her head, turning to let the pilots some peace though glancing back over a shoulder. "Well if you wish to discuss your insight further I am always willing to listen." Turning back she moved to the entrance of the cockpit and laid a hand on the wall almost to continue but remained silent slipping out into the corridor to seek a stable enough place to rest and meditate.

Hector paused, realizing his mistake.  Figures; but then, when doing multiple things at once, one could be excused.  Fortunately, Shandra spoke up, giving him enough time to figure out how to salvage the situation.  Or at least, attempt to salvage it.

"My mistake," he replied, momentarily ignoring the conversation between the two.  "Women who love both are simply amazing.  There's not many around, you see."  He glanced over at Shandra. "Of course, Jedi don't count, what with the magic and all.  Speaking of which, assumptions made in the heat of battle are rarely correct."

Oriana glances sidelong at Hector and silently mouths 'thank you', tossing him an appreciative smile in the process.  Once the Jedi has turned to leave, however, that appreciative smile turns into a full-blown grin.

"Good save, on both counts."

Hector dipped his head, and offered a partial shrug. "Hey, its what I do," he said, flashing his wide grin. "Make an ass of myself, make the save, and save the lady in distress." He paused, realizing his mistake. "Pardon me, woman."

"Damn right," she retorts, flashing a huge grin of her own, and following it up with a burst of genuine laughter that can probably be heard down the corridor, even over the steady roar of the Skyfisher's engines in the atmosphere.

Oriana peels her glasses off and passes a hand over her face, stifling the last of her mirth and catching her breath.  "I don't think that counts as making an ass of yourself, either.  I'm sure you can do better," she teases, before turning her attention to the planet outside the windows.

"Where are you putting us down?"

Seely disengages from the turret, perhaps a little too eagerly.  It'll be easier to relax once she's up in the cockpit with the others, "Good flying so far.  Let's hope the ground effort goes so smoothly."

With that, she turns, hurrying off to get her kit ready for the landing.  They might have to clear out of this vessel before long at all.  Either way, she planned on being ready for the mission and coming home.

Duran, not privy to the discussion of the force in the cabin reorientated the gun on it's gyro before locking it in place and unstrapping himself. With a smile he leapt out of the turret, climbed the ladder and headed towards the cockpit.

He waved at the others, a smile on his face, before pushing his way into the two pilots,"Nice flying, Terrachova, although from the shaken looks in the main cabin you may want to make the landing plain and simple."

He looked at the information the droid had called up,"You going to be able to find a place to land near that manor? We might want to hide the ship from the Sith, we don't know how long this will take...."

He patted the little droid on the head,"Good work, now do you think you can find some information on the person living in the Manor...although they may not be who we are after at least we can get a picture...."

Finally he turned to Oriana,"Try hailing the manor, perhaps the owner has slightly better equipment than the run of the mill stuff. I'm sure they're keen to be evacuated given the state of the atmosphere....lots of Sith Junk up there."[Private to Oriana Cy'Kast: The feeling of a gentle probe in the force extends, you recognize Duran's touch immediately, once you open your mind he sends feelings of concern, interest and a hint of embarrassment that he tries to hide and the words,"We must talk."]

Oriana swivels around in her chair and blinks in disbelief for a moment, before snickering.  "If a touch of the afterburners and a roll has everyone all shaken up, you all are going to be screwed the first time we have to really fly.  Hell, nothing blew up or quit working that time, either."

She slides her glasses back onto her face, leaving them down a bit on her nose.  At Duran's suggestion, she rubs thoughtfully at the back of her neck with her hand, her eyes flickering back and forth over the rims of her glasses between Duran and Hector in turn.  "You know, we don't actually know that the owner's not responsible for bringing the Sith here.  I know subtle's not really our strong suit, but don't you think it might be better if we go into Coronet and at least ask around a bit before walking up to the front door?  The manor could be crawling with Sith already."

She glances up at Duran again, locking eyes with him for a split-second before pushing her glasses up into place.  [Private to Duran: Just as clearly as before, Oriana's voice comes through into Duran's head, "Later."]"In Coronet, we'll be just another freighter at the docks, and CorSec'll keep the Sith from setting up shop right away - if that's even their intention.  There's got to be some Jedi presence on Corellia, right? Some Republic installation? Shouldn't we be feeling them out for some up-to-date intel?"

Smiling at her words he said,"Well, that's why we have you...to keep the ship running. Next time a word of warning might be all they need. I don't think they were expecting something like this in such a short space of time."

The Jedi shrugged,"Master Mul Orth made no mention of the rest of the planet. He said this place was important, this planet has almost no defences against the Sith, we are supposed to be at peace. This whole planet will be crawling with Sith in a few hours, if the manor is already we know whatever it is the Master was worried about is in their possession, if we arrive there and it is not then we still have a chance. I'd rather not take the chance and give the Sith the chance to move the person or item we're after..."

When she looked at him he met her eyes then nodded,"We're already not just another Freighter, the Sith can detect us, he will chase us he knows what we are. Your chances for stealth and information gathering ended the moment they detected us...we'll be hunted as soon as he can touch down on the ground. I think your faith in the CorSec is a little misplaced, the sheer number of Imperial troopers in those ships will make this a matter of hours not days."

Serina frowns realizing everyone has left and she's left talking to herself, and as they settle in, she decides to head towards the cockpit too, just in time to catch the general idea of both sides of the conversation. In truth she can see merit's in both sides of the argument, so she looks towards Seely, deferring to the highest ranked officer to make the call.

"What do you want to do m'am?"

"I thought you didn't know anything about Corellia?"

Oriana glances over at Hector as she says this, although her words are clearly for the Jedi, and her gaze shifts smoothly to Duran to punctuate the question.  "News flash: It isn't the Skyfisher those Sith locked on, it was the Jedi presence on board, and as much as I might think CorSec's a bunch of intergalactic bastards, Smuggling Interdiction Division knows their stuff.  I assume the rest of them do too."

She shrugs, spinning around in her chair again and returning her attention to the console in front of her.  There was a fine line between boldness and stupidity, she knew.  Smugglers lived on it.  But they knew nothing about what they were supposed to be at Ussol Manor to do, and the pessimist in her said it was just as likely that the old Zabrak had felt a disturbance because there was some kind of Sith presence already there.  For all they knew, blindly walking up to the front door could be a trap, but arguing about it wasn't going to do a damn bit of good.

"Slow and dangerous isn't nearly as fun," she mutters under her breath.
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"I don't know anything about the place, but I do know about the number of Sith we just evaded and how the defence was faring. I presume the ground forces will have the same problem."

He smiled at her 'newsflash',"I have no doubt they have locked onto us, and so they should be able to find us with their abilities in the force. Or at least if they are trained properly they should be able to."

He shrugs as she speaks about the Smuggling division of CorSec,"Yes, I'm sure they are, but did they manage to catch you?" Chuckling he added,"They may be excellent at Security but they are not an army and they are not equipped to deal with one...or at least they shouldn't be."

He sighed as she cut him off, facing away from him and too the console,"We don't have to land close and go in guns blazing you know? We can land their and then sneak up. I just don't want to have to fight our way through the Imperial forces once they land, if they see a lightsaber that will draw the Sith onto us, just as surely as their ability to sense us will, at least we can obscure ourselves with the force."

Knowing she most likley wasn't listening he also nodded at the Captain,"It is up to Captain Komad though." He at least had no problem following orders.

Now all strapped up for war, Seely steps back into the cockpit as Duran finishes talking, "If they're after us, it won't matter how close we land; the Sith will find us whether we hide or not.  Every second we waste is another chance that the Sith close their fist around this planet and us.  I don't think the Corellians stand a chance without proper Republic support.  Unless they got a message out to the Republic, the most they'll do is to slow the invaders down and maybe divert their attention away from us."

The Captain has to think about this for a moment, "Of course, if we land too close and any hostile personnel that may be present at the manor can find us and blast us pretty quickly.  Needless to say, we want to be close so we can approach quickly enough but not too close."

She sighs, making sure her holdout blaster was kept nice and tight in its hidden holster, "That said, we do not want to skip on our chance to use the element of surprise.  Everyone on the planet is going to be worried about the Sith, not just us.  If there are Sith in the Manor, they're not going to be expecting us as long as we're careful.  However, if we move too slowly, our chance to act and escape is gone, and then we'll have to get off the planet with that fleet ready to stop us."

Seely looks to the others , "I have two questions: one, can we find any close landing pads that aren't in sight of the Manor?  Two, any objections?"

The droid's cursory scan for information on the manor and its owner does not provide anything new.

Sitting back in his Captain's chair while everyone bickered around him, Hector merely kept them on course descending into the atmosphere.  They would be over Coronet about now, aiming to dip in low outside the city on course for the manor.  He already had an idea where they would be touching down - given all the arguments he was hearing, this made the most sense.  Plus, well, he was the one flying.  It wasn't like they could stop him - and his choice was aimed at being the safest.

"Here's what we're gonna do," he announced, glancing over at the others.  "I believe Oriana is correct - the Sith did not lock on to our ship, they locked on to you, our two Jedi.  Wherever you two go, they will follow.  However, given that we just flew through their targets and into the atmosphere, they're not likely to have the ship itself on their screens anymore.  Now..."  He flipped a few switches, adjusting the stabilizers for a smoother in-atmosphere flight.

"Given that we want a ship to get off the planet with, and that we know the Sith will be able to track you, here's what my suggestion is: we find a clearing, or a landing pad near the manor and drop off the two Jedi, Seely, the droid, and perhaps our Medic, if our Commander deems it necessary.  Then, with you all en route to the Manor, Oriana and I will take the ship to another location and hide it.  A clearing in the forest, perhaps, not too far from the manor.  That way, if the Sith are tracking you and not the ship, they won't be able to find us immediately."

Looking now to Seely, he grinned. "Thoughts?  We have a few minutes still to decide.  If you all would prefer me to land the ship in the manor's main courtyard and head in guns blazing, I can do that too.  It would certainly be the fastest way in.  In any case, if we go with my idea, then all you need to do is give me a signal - I'm sure you Jedi can manage something like that.  I can then pick you up just about anywhere, provided you can get outside."

Oriana blinks, her attention snapping back to the present conversation.  Since turning away a short bit ago, she's been staring out through the front windows without really seeing any of the planet skimming by beneath the belly of the Skyfisher.  Her fingers freeze in place, poised over the control panel that they've been idly drumming upon, and she slowly swivels herself around to face the group.

"Both options seem equally favorable," she starts off, her voice sounding somewhat distant, but quickly shifting to her regular tone.  Behind the blank orange facade of her glasses, she flashes a brilliant grin.  "Either way, Hector and I should keep the Skyfisher ready for dust-off at a moment's notice, though."

"Either option preserves the ship.  I think Sergeant Ryo should come with the ground team; we're more likely to meet resistance than you are, in all of this chaos.  You put us down and keep the ship safe.  If you can't do that, well, they'll be blasting or spacing all of us before very long," Seely says, looking towards the others, "I suggest you have your weapons ready, though.  The Sith tend to negotiate with breaching charges when it comes to civilian and non-combatant vessels."

Shanda looked up from her meditations as the others argued in the nearby cockpit, her sightless vision looked on listening intently though she had nothing to really add, she could contradict Hectors assessment of what the Sith had detected but it really wouldn't matter. "We go in together." her voice was soft yet clear, her gaze glancing towards the huddled group intently, "Yes the sith could be tracking any of us force sensitives. Quite frankly the one in the ship we passed used enough energy of the kind one would use in a thermal detonator to light a candle, it was by sheer luck that my own mental defenses warded off his scan."

Sighing softly she unfolded her legs and crossed towards where the others had gathered. "Hiding the ship is a good plan but we should stick together, with an invasionary force landing planetside we'll need everyone we have to make it back."

Oriana peels her glasses off her face in one smooth motion, locking her dark eyes on the approaching form of the red-robed Jedi.

"No offense, Consular, but Captain Komad's in charge once we hit the ground.  If she says we keep the Skyfisher safe and ready for dust-off, we keep the Skyfisher safe and ready for dust-off." There's steel in her usually charming tone, and it doesn't take a Jedi to realize what Oriana thinks about this plan to leave their only way off this planet alone and undefended.  "...and she's just said we keep the ship safe."

"We can compromise and set her down on the manor's landing pad, and keep the engines hot there.  If we just need to retrieve Ussol and get the hell out, that's the fastest way, and if we all need to get the hell out in a hurry, that's the only way.  Stranded and on foot in the Corellian countryside isn't where we want to be."

As she finishes, she turns to Hector briefly, catching his eye and adding in a quieter voice, "Trust me."

Seely hesitates just a moment.  She looks to Oriana and Hector, realizing that they'll both be on the ship, and that she will not.  The Sith will be down here, soon.  That means that if the operation runs too long, she's going to be in the care of some very unlikeable fellows.  It's enough to raise suspicion in her, even if she forces it down for appearances.  Trusting those two to man the ship and not to simply make lines as soon as possible is tantamount to suicide with no prior data on how they act when things get heavy.  Essentially, she's killing the squad if she lets those two stay in the ship...

Trusting a squadmate is the key to survival, but that barely worked in the Republic military...

She sighs, however, at the realization that no one else here knows how to fly the ship.  Essentially, she has to trust them or risk everyone dying on the ground without a chance to escape.

Taking a moment to collect herself, she lets herself speak again.

"Understand, of course, that I don't like splitting up our squad or leaving our ship in a situation where it could have to fly away and leave us on the ground to remain safe, but we don't have the luxury of just leaving the ship here unattended," the Captain says, "It's going to be a quick in and out, if we can really help it.  Be synced to my comm-link in case they aren't jamming this close to the surface...and remain at the same site unless you have to move out fast."

The Jedis 'gaze' was unwaivering, Orianas look was not missed but nor did Shanda shrink from it. Sightless face tilted up staring firmly at the woman, a small usual smile playing at her lips, "You misunderstand my dear. I am not objecting to a very sound plan of leaving our escape route defended. Nor do I question the good Commanders authority. I merely suggest the choice of who remains be...reconsidered."

Hector sighed.  This was getting them nowhere.  At least Seely seemed to be on board, somewhat.  It was obvious they needed someone to stay behind, she saw that much.  Where they put the ship down didn't bother him that much - if it was at the manor, they would only be in danger if the place had some heavy AA guns.  Beyond that, small arms fire wouldn't do much against the ship.

"We touch down at the manor, then.  If Oriana takes the lower gun, we can deal with any defenders that take offense to our doing so," he said, before looking across at Shandra.  "And who would you suggest replaces us?  Should the pilot and engineer head into the manor, while one of our most combat effective choices remains behind?  Heh, I thought Jedi were supposed to be wise." Hector sighed, and kept his eyes ahead.  They had dipped down low now, the forest not far below them.

"Listen, Jedi, you're the ones who think we need to be here.  I'm here to fly the ship, and Oriana is here to keep it flying, and maybe provide her technical expertise where necessary.  Bringing us inside a place that may or may not be crawling with Imperials is tactically moronic."  He looked back at the Jedi, then at Seely.  He could guess at why she was suggesting a reconsideration, given their backgrounds, and frankly, the thought was insulting.  "No one knows what's inside that place, why we're going there, or what we're supposed to do when we get there.  The only guarantee you have is that I will be here with this ship to get you off the planet.  A smuggler's word is his life."

Shanda turned to regard Hectors words tilting her head slightly to the side as she studied him for a moment, "Actually I would have suggested myself since my combat ability is likely less than either of your own. Coupled with Orianas technical ability or your own improvisional skills I would not wish to hold the group back with my own more specialized skills. Coupled with the fact I can likely disguise the ship with another illousion it would make a sound choice to help protect the ship. But if what you say about your word is true, then I retract my objection."

The ship is about halfway to the coordinates the Jedi provided.  The temperate planet below is really quite green for a world so reliant on industry.  There are roads and other signs of civilization, but also plenty of trees and even the occasional river snaking through.

[Private to Duran; Hector Terrachova; Oriana Cy'Kast; Seely Komad; Serina Ryo: It is at about this point that you realize you've seen not a single ship leaving the planet's surface, neither with your eyes nor on the long-range sensors.]

"Enough," Seely states strongly before either of the criminals can get a rowdy in the face of the Jedi's...mysteriousness, "Hector, I do not doubt that Oriana is important to help you fly the ship, but I must express my doubts in the wisdom of leaving two people who have no particular loyalties to the Republic in charge of a ship with no particular motivation to stay..."

"Criminals.  That's the word you're dancing around."  Oriana scowls up at the Twi'lek, her glasses still dangling from her fingers.  "So what, our word's not good enough for you?  What about General Garza's word, is that good?"

"I hate to break it to you, but we're here to babysit this squad and ferry it from Point A to Point B, on General Garza's orders.  Part of said babysitting means not putting you down someplace that we can't get you out of.  If there's that many Imperials - hell, any Imperials around the Manor, we need to pull back and try a different tactic.  Hell, we don't even know what, specifically, we're here for, yet you're all just dying to run in blindly even if the place is crawling with Imperials."

The muscle at the edge of Oriana's jaw twitches, her teeth clenching momentarily, as she adds, "And I do not appreciate being treated as some kind of expendable anchor."

With that, she tosses her glasses on the console and spins around in her chair again, only to squeeze her eyes shut and take a deep breath.

Serina watches the argument go from one side to the other and finally decides to add in her own two credits.

"Look, it's not my call to make. But personally, I don't think leaving them behind is the worst of ideas. Granted there's always a chance they decide to take off on their own. But personally I think that chance is relatively small, they don't seem the type. But most of all, if they are going to do that. I'd rather know now. I'd rather face an entire world of imperials with a squad that has my full confidence then face anything with a squad I can't trust."

She glances over at Oriana and shrugs

"Having said that, I do think we need to bring one of them along. Not because they might run off, Like I said, I rather doubt it, and if they did, better now then later. But my concern is that if the four of us go in alone, who's going to talk to palace security if they don't invite us in readily? I don't think the Jedi spend much time learning how to deceive and miss-inform. And I've always been a bad liar. We might need someone who doesn't blink and give themselves away while... adjusting the truth? I think the droids and Hector could manage the ship in our absence, couldn't they?"

Noting a distinct lack of rising starships from the planet's surface, Hector swung around to view Seely directly.  "So we're not trustworthy because we do not bend over whenever a Republic Officer walks by?  Because we don't blindly follow the orders of a superior we may have never met before, and will never meet again, just because of some fancy pin on their jacket?" He sighed, and shook his head.  He looked to Serina, the medic, passing over Shandra who seemed to have accepted the logical choice.

"Thanks for the vote of confidence.  That said, think about the situation for a moment.  First, Corellia is an ally to the Republic when last I checked.  The Sith fleet adds merit to that.  So, if we land and don't find Imperials, why do you need to lie to get in?  You're from the Republic, with Jedi - why do they have any reason to turn you away?  If they do have a reason... you're better off using force than deception; you'll be walking into a hornet's nest either way."

Hector looked back to Seely now, seeming rather disappointed. "Sorry, Captain, but you just lost my vote of confidence.  Part of being a leader is earning the trust of those under you, and more importantly, trusting them yourself." With a glance to Oriana, he smirked.  "Plus, I don't see how taking her down as a hostage makes any more sense.  If I can't be trusted to stay to begin with, what's to stop me from leaving even if you take her with you?"

Seely stares in the face of that scowl, refusing to flinch throughout the response.  She focuses on formulating her words and on keeping a steely, military expression, but can't help a slight frown.  Sergeant Ryo stalls her from shouting, however, but Hector's words remind her that she is the lone bit of authority here.  That means, for better or for worse, she is responsible for everyone who dies, no matter whose fault it is.  She hesitates, however, for there is one voice that has been silent, this far...

Duran waited and waited and waited. No one was listening they were all just talking, this was going badly and there was no time for this. He waited a little longer for anyone to take control and then let out a small sigh as he focused his mind.

The force sensitives of the room felt a brief tug on the force. Suddenly Duran ran up the side wall, ran, all the way up to the roof hung there for just long enough for it to look wrong and then dropped from the ceiling flipping around to land on his feet his lightsaber hissing out and crackling through the air as he said, in a calm voice,"Stop it!"

With a smile he snapped the lightsaber off,"Right, now that I have everyone's attention. Firstly we're on a world that is about to be plunged into war, there is no more time for secrets, worries or concerns. If we are not focused and together there will be no team, no mission and no success."

He glanced from one to the other,"I am no diplomat, I only have plain words for you. For all of you." He pointed at Hector and Oriana,"They don't trust you because you came to the table in cuffs, you are conscripts not volunteers as far as they know, would you trust yourselves if the situations were reversed?"

"There is no time for secrets and in fighting, we have a bigger and more powerful foe. I trust her." His finger pointed at Oriana while his eyes gazed at the others,"For two reasons, I can find her anywhere on the planet and if she tried to run the Sith would notice, just like he would notice me."

He looked at Oriana with an apologetic smile, he didn't want to give away her secret but this was something that needed to be done, he'd have preferred to talk to her first though,"Now, we can keep worrying about who we can trust and who we can't but I trust the force, and the force has brought us together and it will keep us together. The Force is with us."

Looking at Seely he said,"Now, what is the best plan, not worrying about trust but about getting the job done right? That is why we are here."

08:05, Today: Duran rolled 29 using 1d20+11. Acrobatic.
08:02, Today: Duran rolled 24 using 1d20+15. Use Force- inertia.

Serina watches Duran take to the roof with mild surprise, wondering what he plans to do there. But she doesn't respond until he activates his lightsaber and an involuntary shiver runs down her spine and her left hand moves to hold her right wrist as if in pain. She takes a step back while her fingers caress an invisible line on her own skin not saying anything because she had already known the decision would be made by Seely, she just wanted to add her own thoughts since everyone else had. So she is ready to do whatever Seely decides is best.

Seely looks to Duran, perhaps slightly awed...though a little worried at his foolishness.  Seriously, the cockpit was probably only about half as tall as a person her height.  Her eyes go to Hector as her mind struggles to comprehend the Force.  Years of commanding and teaching have taught her well enough to not stumble when the iron is hot.  That means moving past the argument and not allowing those criminals the pleasure of a response to their argument, "The order is such: Hector, you and Oriana will land this ship close to the target zone, and you two will stay on the ship as we complete our mission on land.  What you do with the ship is your own discretion, but you will do well to recall that we may not have comms and that you should linger as close as you can as long as you can.  Anyone who wishes to stay will also stay on the ship, but I better hear a damned good reason, like the one Shanda gave."

She steps to one wall of the cockpit to be able to have her back to no one, "For those of us who are going ashore: we're going to find out what the deal is with this person of interest, do what we need to do regarding him and any others there, and get back aboard this ship when we're done.  That last part is most important."

In the back of the mind, she's already formulating backup plans to deal with the fact that Hector and Oriana have even less reason to remain behind.  They are not expendable, but that's precisely the problem; if they were so expendable they wouldn't be here.

The hiss of Duran's lightsaber igniting reached Oriana's ears before his words did, triggering something instinctive deep down in the primal recesses of her brain that were concerned with survival.  Not a half second passed from that first hiss of crackling plasma, to the distinctive heavy *schnick* of a safety being flipped off.  Having spun around in her chair, Oriana levels a veritable hand cannon in the padawan's direction.

She stares at him over the barrel of her blaster, maintaining the pose for a long moment past when Duran shuts off his lightsaber, before dropping her arm and grumbling, "Don't ever do that in a cockpit again."

As he talks, she spins her blaster around in her hand and re-holsters it, turning her attention back to the console in front of her.  Now that they're close to the landing spot, she has more important things to deal with, although she listens intently to Duran and then Seely in turn.  Oriana merely nods when Seely instructs them to stay with the ship, but she can sense the hesitation in the Twi'lek's voice.

She starts to reassert what Hector had previously said, about a smuggler's word, but at this point it was just going to fall on deaf ears.  They'd learn once they came out and saw the Skyfisher still waiting, and not before.

Given the sort of lifestyle Hector led, his reaction to the young Padawan's actions wouldn't come as much of a shock to everyone.  His hand moving in a blur, he had his own heavy blaster in hand and aimed at Duran as he landed with lightsaber lit.  Only after it was clear no attack was coming from the action did he realize that two blasters were aimed at the man - one from him, and one from Oriana.  She had good instincts, that much was clear.

Holstering his weapon, Hector shook his head.  Thankfully, Seely spoke up before he could call the Padawan out for his irresponsible action.  Swiveling back around, he took hold of the controls once more, and adjusted their course just a bit.  On the scopes, he could see the manor getting closer.

"We have our orders then," he announced, rather pleased that Seely had found it in her to agree with him and Oriana. "We touch down in a minute or two, so get yourselves ready."

"In the future, we will not ignite any lightsabers in the cockpit, either." Seely's direct experiences in dealing with dark Jedi were relatively few and far between, but it didn't take a genius to know why the lightsaber end of that action was wrong.  Even if Duran was a capable warrior, she knew that even a Jedi could fumble.  After all, that addled master had sent them to this planet just in time to be caught in the invasion.  Fate of the Force or not, they could have organized a crew of Republic specialists for this.

"Make ready, all of you.  Check your weapons, outside of the cockpit." Leaving the cockpit, she goes to get the helmet and her gloves to her flight suit.  There'd probably be no need for the extra protection, especially if their target wasn't the hostile, but the planetary invasion could always aggravate the issue.

With the drawing of weapons Shanda watched impassively, glancing to Duncan she let a soft chuckle escape her lips, nodding to the others she rose to leave and turned to regard the pair over her shoulder, "I do apologize for my own distrust. Neither of you have shown a merit for it beyond the complications of the first briefing. I trust in your word Hector." Turning the Consular slipped form the cockpit to finish her own preperations in meditation readying herself for the trial ahead.

Duran looked at the two blasters for a moment, and there was a sense that he was going to do more with his lightsaber but in the end he turned it off and hung it at his belt. Waiting till the guns were away he smiled, nodding to Oriana that he shouldn't use it in the cockpit again,"Hopefully I won't need to..."

He knew that he had more than likely upset more than one person with his actions but he was prepared to accept that to get them to work together. He smiled again at Seely's command about lightsabers, his goal achieved. He of course was wearing everything that he had brought with him, other than a tool kit that he didn't plan on carrying with him.

Coming to stand between the two pilot chairs he put a hand on either shoulder of both of them and said softly,"I trust you both." He looked at Hector, a slight bit of doubt creeping in his voice,"At least with the ship."

Chuckling at the irony of trusting him with his transport off planet but not with a woman he hardly knew at all, who was also very handy with a blaster. Putting his hands down he dropped to his haunches till he was at the same level as them and said,"Does this ship have encryption and a scrambler? If so we may need to match up so I can talk to you. I only have a short range comm but no one is going to hear it."

X2 pipes up in a few woeful tones, stepping back and forth between "legs" nervously.

[Private to group Binary: "Query? = duration of stay | X2's circuit capacity = not primed for danger"]

When Duran's hand settles on her shoulder, Oriana swivels her head around.  Up close, and without the usual orange mirrors blocking the way, the depths of her dark eyes appear jaded and wary, although her stoic expression does shift into a slightly tired smile after a moment or two.  Had she been that young not so terribly long ago?  She felt a lifetime older, especially at times like this, when everyone was so eager to rush headlong into danger.

Not the fun kind, either, she muses internally, her eyes flickering to Hector and lingering there briefly.  Fast and dangerous, indeed.  The corners of her mouth twitch, and she breaks into a grin, as her attention settles on the Jedi once more.  "Glad someone trusts us.  Our word is good, even if the rest of us isn't," she teases, tactfully avoiding commenting on Duran's addenda regarding his trust only being extended to the ship.

"I wouldn't worry about encryption.  If those Imperial ships get in close enough to listen in, they're going to jam us, scrambled or no.  If they do that, we'll have to rely on you or Shanda getting in touch with us, which I know you can do."  Oriana twists around and fetches her glasses from the console, slipping them back onto her face with one hand, while deftly moving Duran's hand from her shoulder to the back of her chair with the other.  Free to stand, she does so, taking a moment to stretch her arms behind her back, and roll her head around, oblivious to the close proximity of the Jedi in her personal space - or more likely, not giving a damn.

"I'm going down to the ion, in case our welcome is hot."  She glances down briefly, taking note of Duran's hand on Hector's shoulder as well, barring her way.  Without waiting for either of them to move, she plucks the Jedi's hand up with her left, rests her right hand on the pilot's shoulder for balance, and deftly maneuvers herself through the minimal opening created.  Her fingers slip free gradually as she walks away, settling into her usual unhurried stride.

"Short, I hope, little guy.  They're just picking something up on the surface," she pauses to reassure X2 before continuing on down to the ventral turret, giving the little droid a fond rub.  "We're staying on the ship."

Her eyes surprised him, what had made her so jaded so quickly? What made an intelligent woman like her loose the spark and enjoyment from her life. Her life must have been hard.

He was going to say something about how the scrambling and encryption would be important to start with but she moved to quickly for him to say anything. Sitting on his haunches he suddenly had a full grown woman standing only inches away from his face.

Then she put her arms behind her back.....

All his attempts to forget what he had found in her cabin were for naught, his face went bright red and his mouth fell open and he made to stand up but not in time his second hand was pulled away from Hector and she rubbed herself against him.....

Okay she pushed past but he wasn't sure it was intentional but that didn't make it's effects any less with the way his usually disciplined mind diving into areas that had always been so easy to avoid before this.

What was happening to him?

He stood, wavering a little and dropped down into the co-pilot's chair and closed his eyes. Entering into a little emergency meditation to regain his centre, of course the chair was still warm and this made it take a little longer.

Finally he glanced at Hector, hoping he hadn't noticed his lack of composure,"Suppose I should be going...."

Serina doesn't pay a lot of attention to the following conversation. With Seely's decision the matter is closed to her. She'll do as she's told and if the worst should happen and the ship isn't here on return, they'll do with that when it happens. In truth her attention is more focused on her right hand, which she finally released and is flexing slowly for half a minute before pulling her attention away from that and towards the others going off the ship.

"I don't think it'd be a good idea to bring along my whole surgical kitt. Might give the wrong idea. Perhaps we should simply take out the medpacs, we can all stuff em in our utility belts or pockets, or wherever people want to stuff them. As long as they are within easy reach"

X2 beeps a few times back at Oriana.

[Private to group Binary: "X2 = delighted to hear that | Query? = presence of danger in subsequent missions | Query? = permission to take leave"]

"I have some medpacs, myself.  Your surgery kit's just going to slow you down, and we won't be able to guarantee you the peace to use it when we get on planet, even if it's needed.  Of course, Sergeant, hopefully we won't need more than basic patchwork." Seely sighs, speaking softly to no one in particular, "Let's hope what's ahead of us goes better than dealing with them..."

It's a lose-lose on a command scale; she is better of acting like a merry little fool and then letting them betray her.  Now, she sighs and loads the power pack into her heavy blaster and checks that her scope is securely mounted.  She has been through worse, she assures herself silently.

Hector slowed their approach slightly in preparation for landing, and to give those going ashore a bit more time to prepare.  In that time, he managed to mostly ignore Duran's words, though he did have a valid excise, being the pilot and all.  But when he felt the hand on his shoulder, he had to turn enough to see the Jedi adopting a pose a parent might when speaking to a child.

Having managed to avoid point it out to Shandra that their words were a lie for the time being - that, even though they said they trusted the smugglers' words, in reality they did not - he could only offer a wry grin.  In that moment, Oriana rose and, through an expert display of control over the situation, knocked the Jedi clear off balance.  Keepig an eye on him, Hector nodded to Oriana and watched her leave.  Once she was gone, he broke onto a fit of laughter, having clearly noticed his... disturbance.

"Thank you, Jedi, I needed that.  Trust me on this one; that woman's more than you could handle.  Good luck on the ground."  With that said, Hector turned his attention back to the approaching manor, an the now visible landing pad.  He waited until they were above it before pulling the throttle back for a sudden full stop, then used the landing thrusters to drop her down about fifteen feet off the deck for a few moments, giving Oriana time in the gun to make sure the coast was clear.  If he heard no shooting, he would then drop it down onto the landing struts, with the ramp aimed at the manor's entrance.

Oriana bends down in front of the little droid, one hand resting on his head.  "It's probably going to get a bit dangerous, little guy.  If you want off the ship, we can see about getting you back to Kinbo's shop.  He'd be happy to keep you around, we'll just have to get back to Nar Shaddaa, first."

She smiles at X2, and rubs his head fondly again.  "Stay in the comm center, and listen to Hector," she instructs the astromech, before continuing on through the main hold and disappearing into the tunnel to the ventral turret.

Duran looked at Hector, and for a moment he glared at the man and then shook his head, pushing the negative emotion away and focusing on the peace, for just a moment he imagined what he must have looked like.

Looking at Hector again he smiled slightly,"The Force is strong in that one....." He was clearly not really refereeing to the Force as he chuckled,"I'm not trying to handle her, but thanks for the advice...."

If only he would listen to it himself, but he suspected that Hector regularly bit off more than he could chew,"And it's Duran, you're so eager for trust but you don't seem to be placing much in us. We are just humans, like you."

Getting to his feet he said,"Keep the ship ready, Hector, I want to be here to see you really fly." He took a step and said over his shoulder,"And have a chance to show you how I shoot."

With that he headed to the door, hearing the talk of medpacs he said,"I have one on me as well. Do any of you have short range comlinks?"

Serina nods and gives Seely a wry smile.

"I don't plan on anyone needing any medical attention at all. But you know the saying, hope for the best, plan for the worst. Medpacs should be alright. If there is a need for surgery it will have to be done onboard the ship afterwards"

She nods to Duran

"Yeah, there's one in my utility belt, nothing fancy but it works fine"

The short, dark green Twi'lek looks over at Duran with more than a little surprise.  The helmet, thankfully, covers her expression a bit, especially as the Sergeant smiles at her.

"The best laid plans...but I do have some good news on the comm link front: the General was nice enough to sort me with this long range comm-link, nice and portable despite the extra expense." Seely holds up her left arm, revealing a miniature wrist sized unit, "Not much good if they jam us straight away, but, I was expecting a blue milk run or maybe a local terrorist cell.  Hopefully, it won't just be a waste of credits."

The ship's approach to the manor is quiet.  Coming in at the edge of a copse of trees, the ship finds an empty platform for a ship just this size, and must be a priority (or at least a luxury) for the manor to have one.  You can see a station below for refueling, and what must be a power generator just beyond the platform.

All one-story structures, the buildings that comprise this space are nonetheless of prime architecture befitting something you'd refer to as a "manor."  There are about 6 gray buildings total, though while they are all covered in reflective windows, noticeably none of them are particularly connected.  They're independent, as though instead of a manor it's more of a very small city.

Most odd about it is there is no activity whatsoever.  This part of the planet is about to descend into nightfall, and the shadows from the buildings grow long, but while there are a few speeders parked in a small lot, you see no presence of living things or even droids.

Below, the platform has a set of stairs that lead to a walkway which would take you to a doorway of the closest structure.
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Duran smiled at the Captain,"I have a short range one, but it's got encryption and I have a pocket scrambler as well. I'll disconnect the scrambling but I'll need to give your comlink the encryption codes if we're going to talk."

Looking out at the manor he frowns,"Something is wrong, there are no people...." He focus his mind, his face seeming to clear of worry or concern for a moment as he reaches out with the force, searching for signs of ambush or other danger.

He took his lightsaber in hand, not igniting it for now as he scanned the manor,"Whenever you are ready, Captain."

21:06, Today: Duran rolled 23 using 1d20+15. Perception (Force Perception).

"You're right, Duran," Seely states as she draws her heavy blaster pistol, flicking its action, "They either cleared out because of what's happening above...or they were gone before we got here.  Set your weapons to stun until we can confirm hostiles, and be ready once we set down."

She edges over to Duran, "Can you sort out the encryption issues now, rather than later?  We might need that handled."
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Serina stops by the medical bay to pick up all of her medpacs and makes sure her own blaster is secured in it's holster and ready to use, before meeting the others at the ramp, handing Seely, Shanda and Duran an extra medpac each.

"Put those anywhere, just in case"

She looks down at the completely abandoned 'manor' and shrugs.

"Maybe they were responsible for summoning the sith here and are now at the space port awaiting their imperial overlords. Or they are holed up in an emergency bunker somewhere, could be anything"

As Duran takes out his lightsaber, she automatically takes a step away from him, almost instinctual. But she does take her own blaster pistol in hand and glances at Seely.

"Who do you want to take point?"

The hydraulics of the ventral turret hum slightly in the quiet, as Oriana spins the ion gun around, sweeping the manor courtyard.  Her eyes flicker over the targeting scanners, looking for anything hidden from regular view.

15:20, Today: Oriana Cy'Kast rolled 27 using 1d20+18. Perception.

Ori sees nothing from the turret, giving Hector the go ahead to land the ship and lower the ramp.  Nothing new has happened, it's still quite empty down there.  It's really quite quiet, no wind or anything, just the sounds of the ship.  Come to think of it, that's probably why you can't hear anything.  Darn thing's loud.

You're free to move out as you desire.

Shanda slipped behind the others her hands folded in the sleeves of her robe. Glancing out noting the lack of people she does not seem all that concerned. Turning to regard Duncan she gave him a smile, "There is no activity because a Sith invasion force is currently landing. Anyone not in the defense force or a death wish is probably hunkered down in whatever shelter they can find." Chuckling softly the Consular kept alert, her Force Sight taking in all she could as she readied to move out with the others.

"I'll take point." Seely states as Duran works out the issue of encryption quickly enough, "Duran, with me.  Shanda, behind Duran, and Sergeant, you watch the rear.  Remember what I said; we're less lethal unless we confirm hostiles.  The planetary defense forces are not going to be polite, even though we're not wearing enemy uniforms."

With that, she steps out ahead of the rest of the group, scanning the area as she moved ahead deliberately.  The enemy is either out there waiting or not here yet, so they have to cover the ground diligently and quickly.

[Private to Duran: Just assuming it doesn't take long to either sort the encryption or to turn it off.]

Duran turned the encryption off with one hand sliding under the brown robe to the webbing he wore beneath. Smiling he slipped out, noticing the medic flinch he looked at her and smiled, she was rather pretty too, but something seemed to worry her so perhaps she'd relax if she thought he was friendly.

He wondered if she had encountered a Jedi before. Looking at her hand he was going to ask her about it when the order came out. Another one to talk to when the chance presented itself.

Lightsaber in hand but deactivated for now he trotted off next to the Captain ready for whatever lay ahead.

Shanda took her position moving with the others, her posture remained relaxed but wary. Her head shifted beneath her hood as she was watching for signs of life...or opposition.

The ground team makes its way to the door of the closest building without incident.  It's a standard electronic sliding door with a panel on the nearby wall.  Said panel indicates that the door is locked, and has no visible keys for coded entry.  Probably uses cards.

[Private to Duran; Shanda Rell: You do notice that the panel includes a small camera.]

There is one button, however, labelled "Knock".  Presumably, pressing it would send a signal to someone inside, letting them know you're there.

"Step back, I'll handle this." Seely waits for the squad to back up a little bit, if only to spare them potential enemy fire from the door.  She stands off to the side of the door, a little wary.  With that sorted and no objections, she presses the button.
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++"Hey, Hector?"++ Oriana quietly keys up the commlink to the cockpit, continuing to sweep the courtyard and watch her sensors.  ++"If this place has such a nice landing pad, where's the ship?"++

Duran glancing at the panel moves out of the way,"There is a camera, Captain, just thought you might want to know." While he waited he cast out his senses to search for any other force users, just in case.

22:11, Today: Duran rolled 23 using 1d20+15. Use Force (Sense Force)

"Thanks for the heads-up." Little too late to get out of its arc now, though, even if it won't be good for identifying her in this flight suit.

A high-pitched beep comes from the console when Seely presses the button.  Nothing happens immediately, but about ten seconds pass and the door slides open.  Standing on the other side of the portal is a pale-skinned, middle-aged human man with gray hair surrounding a large bald expanse of scalp.  He's wearing a plain, short-sleeved shirt with pressed pants over a nice pair of shoes, giving the appearance of an office-worker.  He does not appear to be armed.

Behind him is a fairly dimly-lit room with a lamp illuminating a small desk with a little potted plant cascading some vines down the side, reminding anyone who's been in an office of a receptionist's area.

The moment sets in, and it seems to startle him.  "Oh!  Hello," he says in an Imperial accent.  "You're...quite armed.  Are-are you Master Orth's people?"
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"Captain Seely Komad." Seely lowers her blaster and holds out her other hand, "Is everyone and everything all right, invasion not withstanding?  What needs doing?"

The man appears aghast.  "Invasion?!"  He takes one step towards you to get his head outside and looks up and around.  "Well that just won't do.  Damn overaggressive Sith," he spats, stepping back inside.  "Well, I am to understand there are things that need doing, but to find out what they are, you will have to come inside.  The owner of this estate would speak with you."

Settling into his Captain's chair, Hector brought the engines back to idle, keeping them hot, as well as the deflector shields, which he oriented towards the dorsal section to protect from attacks from above.  Hearing the commlink, he leaned to one side and spoke back.

"++Probably skipped town the moment the Sith first arrived,++" he replied. "++Its what I would do.  Frankly, I'm surprised anyone's home at all.++"

X2 spoke up in response to Hector.

"X2's probability of also doing that = 99%"

"All right.  You'll understand if we hold onto our weapons; the invaders haven't gotten through the atmosphere, yet, but we didn't stay around to watch." Seely waves for the team to follow her in.  Surely they can ask any questions they might have as they walk along.

Oriana stops the ventral gun's cycle, pivoting it back around to aim directly at the now-open doorway for a moment.  It's not that she's paranoid, or nosy, but more that she's curious what this man will do if the guns train in his general direction.

Of course, she has no idea what has been said on the ground.

++"Speaking of which, X2, can we find a ship that's registered to Eimen Ussol, and its current location?"++

X2 replies, "X2 = did that, previously | Results = no information on entity Eimen Ussol unrelated to estate."

**The group is split here.**

The band's back together!  I'll re-open the thread later!

PM Extravaganza!

[Private to Hector Terrachova; Oriana Cy'Kast: The ship storms into view on your scopes, and you can see the light from its ion engines as it whips around over the manor.  Each of you get off some shots, the laser cannons blasting over the sounds of the Skyfisher's engine, landing some rather devastating hits.  The Sith ship's shields absorb some of the damage, but the shots still break through quite handily.  It nimbly whips around to face you still, however, starting to descend towards the ground on the other side of the manor, its boarding ramp already lowering.]
[Private to Duran; EAS-05; Seely Komad; Serina Ryo; Shanda Rell: You're almost to the surface now.  The thundering sounds of blaster cannons break the monotony of the journey upward.  As the turbolift finally ascends to ground level, you begin running for the front door, in the aforementioned order, with Duran and Shanda up front, followed by Serina, and then Easy and Seely.  Jutnam podders about on the elevator, and appears to be a bit nervous about staying above-ground with the sounds of combat going on up here.

Also, comms are working again, just please make sure you use the customary ++ around your character's speech if you're using it to talk to the smugglers.  Go ahead and roll initiative while you're waiting, and fell free to act as normal.

You're just outside the door.  You see the Skyfisher has lifted off a bit, and is pointed a bit away from the group.  You hear the sounds of another ship's engines not far off.]
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A resounding boom echoes from the dorsal turret, fading away moments after discharging its quadruple beams in the direction of the Sith ship.  Slamming her boot hard against the stabilizer, Oriana whips the turret around to follow the arcing path of the Imperials, its hydraulic whine barely audible over the roar of the Skyfisher's engines.  The guns slide past the Sith ship, and then smoothly rebound back to their target.

++"Oh, the kark you do..."++ Oriana grumbles under her breath, her hand darting out briefly to flick the quad cannon's autofire toggle to the engaged position.  ++"Come on you little bastards, put that ramp down.  Come and play."++

She's laughing as she says that last, right before unleashing a hail of laser fire at the boarding ramp itself.

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Swift: Engage autofire
Standard: Attack, autofire
Target: 2x2 square centered on the lowering boarding ramp
20:32, Today: Oriana Cy'Kast rolled 8 using 1d20+3. Quad cannon, autofire.
Damage: 56; Half damage to every target in the area that was missed: 28
(I'm not so hopeful as to think an 8 actually Hit anything for the full damage, but half damage from a ship cannon should still ruin a humanoid's day)
20:54, Today: Oriana Cy'Kast rolled 28 using 6d10+2. Damage, dur. (I knew I forgot something)

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Seeing the target ship lowering itself, Hector instinctively rose the Skyfisher higher, and tipped the nose of the craft down to give Oriana the best view possible, as well as keep the ship within his own sights.  He probably wouldn't get another shot given its rate of descent, but hopefully the rest of the team will have made it out by the time he got the shot off.

Aiming at the nose of the craft, Hector fired off another volley.



Attack: 20:49, Today: Hector Terrachova rolled 19 using 1d20+7. Attack.
Damage: 20:50, Today: Hector Terrachova rolled 25 using 6d10. Damage = 50 total

Shanda emerged from the manor, the glow of her green lightsaber bathing her in its light. Her face turned to regard the descending ship and the Skyfisher firing upon it. The Consular would move in the general direction of where the craft was landing lifting a hand to the inside of her hood she tapped the comm she wore, ++Situation Skyfisher? You okay up there?++

Her sight never left the Sith craft as she gave a practice swing of the weapon in her hand, if Wikk was indeed a sorcerer she was rather looking forward to pitting her Consular abilities vs the dark side adepts.

OOC:
23:20, Today: Shanda Rell rolled 22 using 1d20+8. Initative.

EAS-05 noted there were no dangers in the manor.  It also noted a feeling of disappointment.  The outside though, proved to be more towards its interests.  It scanned the Skyfisher trying to appraise the ships condition and fired off a message to X2.

[Private to group Binary: ++X2-C39, status?++]

OOC: 21:57, Today: EAS-05 rolled 19 using 1d20+11. Initiative.
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Serina glances around the terrain, she doubts that anyone will come down a ramp being bombarded with blaster fire. But they might have operatives already laying in wait. Then another thought occurs to her.

"They might not use the ramp at all. It would be pretty easy for a sith to find another way off the ship, or to cut one."

Blaster fire filled the air, the Skyfisher was manouvering in a limited fashion as the Sith ship had landed by the look of it. Not certain that the Sith Force Users were in the ship he prepared to reach out for the force and see if he could locate them. With no foot troops visible yet he was prepared just to wait a little longer, you can't deflect ship sized blaster bolts as easily.

Duran stayed in the doorway trying to find the Enemy through the use of the Force.

08:01, Today: Duran rolled 16 using 1d20+11. Initative.
08:05, Today: Duran rolled 28 using 1d20+15. Use Force (Sense Force)
08:07, Today: Duran rolled 18 using 1d20+15. Perception (Force Perception)

"Remember what Shanda said about distance.  Spread out, but stay in sight of each other!  If we get separated, look for me!" Seely gets ready on her blaster, in case the Sith are already on the ground.

She raises her left wrist up to her mouth, ++Hector, Oriana!  I'd love to update you on the situation as a whole, but it's going to be complicated enough with the Sith trying to kill us.  Just don't get shot down, and we'll talk more when there's less shooting going on!++

Seely Komad rolled 19 using 1d20+10. Initiative.

X2 blips back at Easy.  [Private to group Binary: ++"Situation = bupkis | Solution = more punching to Imperial faces."++]

[Private to Duran: You sense Shanda, Oriana, and two beings on the ship on the other side of the building you just exited.  One of them must be Wikk, as that aura flares with bridled hatred.]

The Skyfisher rises upwards, cannon fire lancing through the air to a target the ground team still can't see, as it's on the other side of the building.  The upper cannon where Oriana sits opens up in autofire mode, dispensing laser bolts liberally at the Sith ship.  [Private to Oriana Cy'Kast; Hector Terrachova: Ok so your hits weren't particularly devastating, but they did pierce the shields.  A figure shows up on the ramp, humanoid, defiantly standing in Ori's autofire shots.  It extends an arm towards the Skyfisher...]

The air in the area grows thick, punctuated by a low rumble, just barely audible over the sounds of combat.  The Skyfisher heaves under some unseen pressure.  [Private to Shanda Rell; Duran: Unseen to some, anyway...dark Force energy encapsulates the vessel like a fist, trying to pull it down.][Private to Hector Terrachova; Oriana Cy'Kast: You definitely hear a loud creaking sound (think the belly of a naval ship working against the pressure of the surrounding water) and can feel some shuddering, like the ship's on the ground during a small earthquake.]  The vessel's engines roar against the attack, allowing it to maintain altitude.

The Skyfisher takes some return fire then, bright red beams of light colliding with the freighter's shield barriers, puncturing them once.  [Private to Oriana Cy'Kast; Hector Terrachova: 70 damage total, -35 SR, -15 DR, 20 damage to Skyfisher.  SR down to 30 until recharge.]

Shanda frowns looking up at the Skyfisher then turns and moves with all due haste to where she can get a clearer view of the attacking vessel and not leave herself exposed.

Duran follows behind Shanda, sticking close to the building but keeping a distance between them, as she had instructed, in an attempt to see what was going on. Over the Comlink he said++Hector, the other ship is using the force against you, trying to push you to the ground. You may want to gain some more altitude just in case...can you see the ship, is there some way we can get in?++

They were helpless against ship weapons but if he could get inside, well it would be a different story wouldn't it.

Seely does her best to keep Shanda and Duran in sight, careful to keep behind them.  Things are about to get...special, to be sure.

Ignoring comm calls regarding the situation as it was rather obvious, Hector merely acted on the plan he had come up with a moment before.  Since the Sith ship had touched down and the team was putside, there was little stopping them from leaving.  Though he felt the tug on the starship, Hector was not worried.  Not only would line of sight be an issue for that Sith, he doubted it could match full power.

Hands on the controls, Hector tipped the nose back up and dropped the ship down, bringing it onto the landing pad perhaps a little roughly, but the point was there.  As the Sith had touched down on the far side of the manor, this would break line of sight.  In the same moment, he flipped the switch to open the airlock and keyed the comm.  "Here's the plan: anyone not on board in the next fifteen seconds is getting left behind.". He had heard the Jedi's question, and could tell what the other was thinking and, frankly, he couldn't see the logic behind it - not when they had a full fleet backing them up.

[Private to GM: If you need a roll from me, do you mind doing it for me,  I'm using my phone, and cut and paste is a pain with it.  Pilot is +13.  Anyway, with the manor between us, the sith won't hold his Move Objet or whatever - plus, it doesn't allow him to prevent my actions last I checked.  Unless you're adding that.]

"Come on!  There isn't time to get left behind!" Seely doesn't bother shouting that into the comm.  She'd take up a position near the Skyfisher to give everyone cover in case the Sith started coming with MORE force, but she wasn't about to left behind.

All actions are used to get closer to the ship and to take up position near the ramp so everyone has cover in boarding.

Oriana grits her teeth as the Sith vessel's lasers sneak through the Skyfisher's shields, and the hull structure groans under the Sith's forceful assault, knowing she'll have to repair that damage later.  Now wasn't the time, though.  "Easy, baby," she intones as much to herself as to the freighter, taking a moment to re-align her guns after the jostling of Hector's hasty touchdown.  Get on the ship, get on the ship, getontheship, she repeats over and over, in her head.

Her sights settled on the enemy still, Oriana continues laying down a steady rain of laser fire at the boarding ramp.  It wasn't going to keep that Sith from repeating his action against the Skyfisher, but maybe, just maybe, it would keep him from charging any of the team on the ground.

++"Whoever gets in first, get on that ion cannon!"++

---

Standard: Autofire
Target: Boarding ramp's 2x2 square
Damage: 60 (30 to everything missed)
I love covering fire, don't you?
17:48, Today: Oriana Cy'Kast rolled 30 using 6d10+2. Quad cannon, autofire damage.
17:47, Today: Oriana Cy'Kast rolled 10 using 1d20+3. Quad cannon, autofire.

Duran cursed as Hector landed and ordered them on board++What are you doing? We still have a mission to complete? We haven't finished here?++

Shaking his head he decided they could deal with this after they had dealt with the damn Sith and their ship++We need to destroy the Sith, we still have much to learn.++

Running he boarded the ship, heading straight for the Ion Cannon, he supposed that the two who had stayed behind were not aware of the meeting they had below. Or the fact that it was not finished, although if they were going to collect the Force Sensitives they didn't really need more information from the Sith lord, perhaps this was better.

Serina listens to the conversation but it doesn't stop her from heading towards the ship's ramp. She doesn't plan on being left on this planet. Whether or not they have additional business on this planet can be decided inside.

So she runs towards the Skyfisher and follows the Jedi up to the ramp, deciding to go to the medical bay because it's the only place she may be useful. And it wouldn't hurt to be prepared if the Sith get in a lucky shot.

Shanda was torn. Looking back towards the ship as the others raced for it, it was indeed the most logical idea. But also one that put them at the biggest disadvantage. Getting the chance to secure the manor to complete thier objective with the Sith in control of it in future would double the risk, and retaking it couldn't be done from a cannon chair. Nor would the source of information even contact them from in there again. No the chance to redeem those lost to the dark path and other innocents, however remote a chance it was, was the priority.

Sighing softly the Consular continued her original route reaching up to tap her comm, ++As Duran said there is still a mission to complete. But every being must make thier own choices, if the Force decrees I am to remain behind and face the Sith alone, then the Force be with you all.++ Slipping around the edge of the manor with lightsaber in hand, Shanda continued her careful advance towards where the Sith ship was, her senses reaching out to find where Wikk would be advancing from and moving her own steps to intercept the dark jedi.
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The situation was getting chaotic and enjoyable.  EAS-05 followed the command given by Seely to assist in guarding the rear even after Hector's time limit was set.  It wasn't worried about being left behind.  Nor was Shanda, it noted as the Jedi moved towards a target.

After Serina and Duran had both made it on the ship, EAS-05 broke the orders given to it.

++Continuing to protect the rear.++ EAS-05 messaged via comlink as it took off after Shanda.

Shanda turns around the side of the building and moves forward.  [Private to Shanda Rell: You can see the Sith ship now, hovering over another building, with its docking ramp open.  On that ramp, you see a humanoid figure lowering one of its arms.  Judging by what you can see with your Force Sight, that is Wikk.]

Hector lowers the ship down onto the platform with a resounding *thunk*, and a hydraulic hiss heralds the lowering of the ramp as he yells for everyone to get aboard.

Easy follows Shanda towards the Sith.

Seely runs towards the ramp, turning to face her companions, weapon ready.

Oriana's cannon lets off another spray of autofire in the Sith ship's direction.

Duran runs into the ship.  He'll be ready to fire the cannon next round if need be.

[Private to Oriana Cy'Kast; Shanda Rell; Hector Terrachova: The figure on the ship jumps down onto the building below, followed by another, more slender and shorter one.  They run forward to the edge of the building and jump down from there, out of sight now.]
The opposing ship raises in altitude, and surges forward, letting off a few blasts from its twin cannons.  They both miss, as the pilot did not angle correctly, and they blast a few of the trees behind the Skyfisher.  The ship ends up behind the front of the smuggler's ship, turning to come around for another run.

Serina books it into the ship, heading straight for the med bay and beginning practiced preparations for treating wounded.
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++"Have you lost your karking mind?!"++

Oriana's shock and disbelief come through quite clearly on the commlink, even over the roar of the ships' engines, and the steady rain of cannon fire.  ++"Dead men don't complete missions!"++

She flicks a toggle on the controls and slams her weight to the opposite side in the turret, swinging the guns around to bear on the Sith vessel once more.  There's a brief whine from the cannon, as it spins up to full power in the moment before Oriana opens fire.  Unlike her previous volleys of cover fire, this blast is straight and true, lancing right into the heart of the enemy ship.

---

Move: None
Swift: Deactivate auto-fire
Standard: Attack Sith ship, quad lasercannon
Critical: Celebrate
Total damage: 152

(38 x2 = Regular damage: 76; 76 x2 = Critical damage: 152)
11:22, Today: Oriana Cy'Kast rolled 38 using 6d10+2. Quad cannon, damage.
11:20, Today: Oriana Cy'Kast rolled 28 using 1d20+8. Quad cannon. (Crit! \o/)

Shanda smiled holding her position finding a good spot she could get cover to see the Sith before they saw her. Reaching up she tapped her comm, ++Probably. We'll find out soon enough.++ Settling in to wait she opened her senses to the Force Sight to keep track of the pair of Sith that exited their ship.

Seely watches the situation around her deteriorate.  Shanda and Easy aren't going to come aboard.  All the pieces are being held by the Sith.  Everyone on this planet who isn't Imperial is probably going to be dead or living in a ditch by the time this is over.  She's going to lose two if she doesn't help them get off this rock, and the Skyfisher is leaving either way.  If she went with them, she'd have an absolutely miniscule chance to save Shanda.  If the Force was with them, maybe Easy and she would come back alive, too.

"Easy, cover Shanda!"  Getting to her feet, she runs after the Miraluka, keying her comm, ++Hector, you have everyone aboard who wants to come aboard, it's time to go!++

All actions are spent following Shanda.  I'm guessing that'd take a run or a full move at this point to even stay near her.

OOC: I wrote out my next action, in case i'm asleep when it's my turn, just add it in when it's appropriate.



Serina grabs her comlink and squeezes it so hard her knuckles turn white, she can't believe they are actually going to stay and do... She isn't sure what they are trying to do. She looks around the medbay once, and then letting out a curse and running out again while activating her comlink.

++Wait! I need a moment to get off, I can't do any good on the ship, if you're staying, you'll need a medic++

As much as she hates to go back down, to face a Sith again. She would hate herself even more if she stayed on board the ship where she's useless. Maybe she'll be able to do some good on the ground.

"++If you haven't finished down there, why in the hell did all of you come back up?++" Hector replied, keeping an eye on the shields as Duran boarded the ship and headed for the Ion Cannon. "++You and what army, kid?  Last I checked, the Sith have one and we don't.++"  Glancing back behind him while the others debated increasingly stupid alternative actions, he called back to X2.  "See if you can keep the shields at full charge!" he said, having flicked off the comm for a moment.  Returning to the comms, he heard that now, even Serina planned to stay behind.  If that was the case, he could only remain there until she had jumped off.  It would give the Sith ship another attack run before they left, but since the pilot seemed to lack skill, he didn't worry much about that.

"++This is why the Republic is losing this damn war,++" he called out, more dumbfounded by these decisions than he was angry.  "++Too many morons in its ranks.  Say you kill the Sith here at the Manor, then what?  There's only seven of us and a freighter against who knows how many Sith, along with a fleet full of dreadnaughts and soldiers still on their way.  There is no benefit to staying here any longer.  Better to leave now, and if you need to return, do so with a damn army.++" Having said his fill, Hector sat back and watched the cam pointed at the ramp.  Once Serina was off, and provided no one else changed their mind, he would lift off.  It wasn't his business if they wanted to get themselves killed.

++Because we were told you were under attack and needed our help, sorry for worrying about you...I forget how wonderful you are.++ The sarcasm was dripping off of his reply to Hector as he strapped himself into the Ion Cannon at the kid comment he snorted++We got sent on a mission, I thought smugglers were eager to run blockades and take on difficult tasks. I didn't know you were so eager to get back and into your cuffs++

He hit the release button and the gun swung free, and he was upside down++Ion Cannon ready, just need a targe.....++ His mouth hung open as all the people he considered responsible and wise decided it was time to stay and fight.

He was not a person to swear but for once he couldn't help but repeat Oriana,"Karking hell." Swivelling the gun he switched to a private channel for Hector and Oriana only.[Private to Hector Terrachova; Oriana Cy'Kast: ++We've been given a mission to collect the force sensitives on this planet before we leave. Do you think we can at least do that so we don't look like cowards, even if we don't do suicide?++]

He decided then and there that leaving out who had given them the mission was for the best.
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++"Whoever told you we were under attack lied!  Don't you think I would have told you that?"++  Oriana practically snarls into the commlink, before remembering to hit the channel select...

[Private to Duran; Hector Terrachova: ++"I'm pretty sure these karking Sith don't count, and we're not collecting anyone if they kill us! ...and would it have KILLED anyone to tell us the karking mission?"++]

The gun sat steady as the heated debate took place over a private channel, somehow Duran had the idea that the three of them were going to yell a lot. Or at least he was going to get yelled at, his voice, besides the curse, was fairly calm if sarcastic.
[Private to Hector Terrachova; Oriana Cy'Kast: ++Oh of course, the two Sith Force Users shooting you and trying to pull the ship down don't count as being under attack, how stupid of me. They warned us the Sith were coming....as to why they didn't tell us before hand, well they are a double agent within the Sith Army....interesting, no?++ Somehow he figured his lies were going to get figured out rather quickly at this rate, even if they were omissions.]

Seely smells a rat as the comms become intermittent...and then cut entirely.  However, she's more concerned that Hector's wasting time questioning rather than just leaving as quickly as he can, ++You didn't sign up to get shot for the Republic, I get it, and you hate everything that my kind stand for.  Got it.  I don't need a WAR fought here, I need you to trust me and get out of here!  Take the Skyfisher, get to safety, and contact the Republic!++

Becoming increasingly fed up with where the conversation was going - and having already been insulted by the young Jedi, which he noted for future reference - Hector flipped his comm over the private channel and opened up.  [Private to Duran; Oriana Cy'Kast: "++Who the karking hell is they?!  What the hell are you talking about, Sith double agent?  Are you telling me you Jedi went down into this manor, met with a Sith, believed every word they said, then came back up here without informing us of an incoming Sith attack?  And now you want to do exactly what this Sith told you to do?++" Hector sat back, completely at a loss for further words.  He then remembered the Jedi's earlier words.

"++Here's the difference between a smuggler and a Jedi, kid.  Yeah, smugglers run blockades and take dangerous missions.  We don't, however, try our hardest to stay in said dangerous situation as long as possible for no reason, going only on the word of someone who has no reason at all to be in any way truthful to us.++"  He shook his head. "++I've noticed smugglers tend to have a longer lifespan than Jedi.  Wanna know why that is?  What you call cowardice is in fact intelligence and good sense.  What you call bravery and dedication is mere stupidity.  You're too damn blind and trustworthy that you can't see what's really going on!++"]

Shanda continues to move toward where the Sith were, but not a full move.

Hector keeps the ship where it is, steam venting out his ears.

Easy and Seely move forward as well, keeping up with Shanda.

Oriana's cannon tears through the Sith ship's shields, catching the top of the ship and dislodging a gorramn primary buffer panel.  A minor explosion follows, and a snakey coil of smoke begins to trail it.  It is still in the air, however.

Duran engages in verbal shenanigans with the smugglers.

[Private to Shanda Rell; EAS-05; Seely Komad: A robed figure Shanda recognizes from the ship steps into view from the corner of another building ahead, about 20 meters ahead of you.  It's tall, standing at what you'd guess to be 2.5 meters from this distance, and broad-shouldered.  It extends an arm and unleashes a blast of debris and compressed air which collides with Shanda and detonates, dealing 12 damage to all of you.

Immediately after that attack, a thinner, shorter, feminine-looking figure steps out from behind the same building.  You can see blue skin and hair from where you are, and it is just as robed as the former, and while not nearly as tall, would probably still reach 2 meters in height.  She remains behind her counterpart, arms folded behind her back, walking a bit hurriedly.  Difficult to say, but you'd almost swear she had a bit of a frustrated gait.]

Serina charges off the ship after the rest of the group, but doesn't quite make it past the corner of the building.

/edit:  Forgot about the Sith ship.  It shoots back at the Skyfisher in more of a strafing fashion, but still misses despite the ship holding still.  One shot hits the nearby building though, causing some decent collateral damage.
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This was insane. This was stupid. This was... brazen, blatant idiocy of the sort only exhibited by those that had never been in a combat before, much less survived one.  She expected no less fro... no, that wasn't right.  She expected more sense than this from everyone that was actually out there on the ground.  Oriana's disbelief and shock is such that her next shot swings wide of the Sith vessel, as she flips her comm over to the group at large again.

++"If you don't want a war, Komad, then get your people on the karking ship!  If you want us to trust you, stop being suicidal and close-mouthed about the mission!"++ Oriana's anger is tempered with a heavy dose of sarcasm, like she absolutely can't believe that the experienced soldiers and the Jedi are the ones rushing forth hell-bent for blood.  ++"You're a ranking officer, for kark's sake! Act like it!"++

++"If we have a mission to do, we need to go do it, not throw our team away because someone wants to prove just how much of a suicidal glory-chaser they are."++  Her tone shifts here, becoming hard and cold, ++"And I swear by every sun in this karking system, Shanda Rell, if you tell me those Sith are two of the ones we're supposed to be 'collecting', I'll space you myself."++

/edit prior to GM update to respond to arguement.

++We weren't lied to Oriana. The Sith are right here coming to us right now. You're a force sensitive of unknown training. He's gonna go for you thinking you're a jedi so yes we came up to deal with him.++ Shanda had reached up touching the long range comm she owned, calmly waiting for the dark jedi to make thier appearance. ++Truth is there might be a whole lot of people needing extracting. If we leave now they're gone. I'm sorry, I don't have the option of running away with those stakes on the line.++

Shanda glanced in the direction of the dark jedi where they would most likely reappear, ++Yes this route is the most illogical and perhaps moronic. But it also is the best chance those people have of getting out of this invasion alive. If things were as simple as flying away I'd wholeheartedly agree with that plan, I don't want to be here, but what I want is irrelevant. I'm here and people need my help, so I'm going to do my best regardless of the danger. The choice of what you do is your own, as it is for any sentient. It's not your duty, it's ours.++

Shanda sighed reaching up to rub her forehead. Why people actively sought out these situations by choice was beyond her.

/edit After the sith appearance

Shanda grimaced as the debris careened off her body. Yet she did not turn away. Instead she moved to confront the sith, the saber in her hand readied but it was not her weapon of choice. Instead she reached out her hand into the face of the whirling debris and slashed downward bringing the might of the force down upon the offending sith, though she was careful to sweep her hand away from the trailing Master for the time being, for this fight Wikk was her target and she wanted him to feel the full force of the headache he had inflicted on her...

OOC:
Wrote the post while the update was happening so editing to respond to battle start.
Moving forward a degree if necessary to bring Wikk into range to use Force Slam.
Using a Force point for an extra 2d8 dmg.
17:51, Today: Shanda Rell rolled 29 using 1d20+14. Use the Force.
vs Fort defense, if hits dmg + knock prone, if miss 1/2 dmg and remains upright
17:52, Today: Shanda Rell rolled 20 using 6d8. Force Slam Damage.

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Upon being hit, Seely stops talking into her comm.  A little terror grips her as she realizes that they're fighting actual Sith, not just the grunts.  Raising her pistol, she runs ahead of Shanda and fires off a shot at the larger of their two foes.  The pistol markswoman does not disappoint; that shot is on target.

She doesn't have time to confirm that the shot was on target, though, as she turns back to her allies to call out, "Keep your heads down.  We have them outnumbered but that's the only advantage we have!  Keep up the pressure, and don't let them use the force like that again!"

Move: Move up and to the side for a better shot and to make it a little harder to get hit with more area attacks. (Seely tries to stay within six squares of Shanda and Easy)
Standard: Attack the Larger Sith with Heavy Blaster (28; Natural Twenty - Base Damage is 12 (13 if the Sith is actually within twenty squares)
(All allies within six squares of Seely get +1 to their Reflex Defense from cover fire)

Swift Action: Born Leader to boost all allies in line of sight a +1 insight bonus to attack rolls.  If they lose sight to Seely, they lose the bonus.  Similar if she is disabled or killed.

Seely Komad rolled 28 using 1d20+8. Heavy Blaster Attack on Larger Sith. Seely Komad rolled 12 using 3d8+3. Damage.
(Note the attack roll and damage roll go up by 1 if the target is within 20 squares (point blank range))
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"How is that ship still flying?" Hector cursed, having shut down the comms.  Serina was clear of the ship now, and he had grown tired of the argument that was going on.  So, he flipped up the boarding ramp, engaged the throttle, and lifted off into the air.  He wasted no time pushing the ship into motion, and slotting it behind the Sith transport.  The moment he had his linked cannons lined up, he fired.



Move: as described.
Standard: attack
Swift: I dunno... what I told X2 earlier, recharge the shields.
17:00, Today: Hector Terrachova rolled 29 using 6d10. Damage.
16:59, Today: Hector Terrachova rolled 25 using 1d20+7. Attack.
Total Damage = 58

Debris pelted EAS-05, dinging up its once pristine plasteel shell, and it felt invigorated.  Battle against a real Sith had been what it had longed for and it was going to make the most of it.  Having received the order to "keep up the pressure" EAS-05 took point and charged towards the larger Sith.

Move: Forward towards the larger Sith while attempting to stay within six squares of Seely.

Standard: Fighting Defensively: -5 to Attack Rolls and +2 to Reflex Defense until next turn.

Duran waited till they were settled behind the other ship and then took aim, his first live shot of the Essence cannon. Focusing as best he could considering he was trying to push aside his anger at Hector, Oriana and mostly the entire ground crew. Particularly now without a comlink channel to vent on, his aim was a little off as the Ion Cannon fired with it's strange high pitched noise.


08:09, Today: Duran rolled 18 using 1d20+8. Attack - Ion Cannons.
08:10, Today: Duran rolled 38 using 6d10. Damage.

Damage: Base 76(If higher than Dmg Threshold -2 on condition track
        Actual 38

[Private to Shanda Rell; EAS-05; Serina Ryo; Seely Komad:  You can hear Rathik, the Chiss master behind Wikk, shouting at the Felucian.  Her barked commands do not seem to resonate with her apprentice however, who continues to battle the lot of you.]

Shanda runs forward and slams Wikk, knocking him to the ground.

Hector lifts the Skyfisher off and engages the Sith vessel.  His attacks do not do much to the ship, however, dealing damage but not enough to bring it down.

Easy moves forward cautiously, readying himself for an attack.

Seely lands a solid shot on Wikk in the shoulder while he is prone.  The Sith does not seem to be in good shape.

Oriana's frustration causes her shot to go wide, and Duran is unable to land a good hit either.

Wikk, from his prone position, pushes out with an arm towards Easy, and the Force knocks him through the air towards Shanda, who is able to sidestep the now-aerial droid.  Easy manages to land on his feet, though.

The other Sith shouts at Wikk, in an identifiably helpless tone of voice, "Stop!"  She runs forward to get in front of the fallen Wikk, and continues, drawing her lightsaber and igniting it at both ends in a combat stance, "I will defend this one with- hyurk..."  She is interrupted at that moment by something Wikk is doing as he wails with rage, trying to stand.  [Private to Shanda Rell: Waves of dark force energy radiate out from the fallen Sith, who seems to be channeling his hatred outward, caring not for his superior's safety.]

Serina runs forward to join the group, standing about halfway between Seely and Shanda, but one square behind.

/edit: X2 recharges the shields.
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Seely hesitates for a moment as the lightsaber ignites.  This is not what she had hoped for.  Two Sith, and one ready on defense and the other a berserker.  If they closed into melee, things would get ugly rather quickly.   Her left hand slipped down to the knife sheathed on her thigh and, as she came up with it, she quickly sighted in on the Sith and prepared to do what she had to.  This fight had to end now.

"Stay on the ground!  Don't move!" She points her blaster at the Sith, favoring the larger one slightly.

Move Action: Draw Knife, hold in off-hand

Standard: Readied action: To shoot either of them (defaulting to big, dumb, and ugly if both act with hostility at the same time) if either engages in hostile action.
Seely Komad rolled 10 using 1d20+8. Readied Blaster Attack.
Bad luck always follows good in the game of dice. =D

Having slotted in behind the Sith ship, Hector kept his sights on it  to give both himself, and his two gunners, a clear shot - a shot which he gladly took.  He wasn't about to let that ship get away after all, not after all the trouble it had caused so far.


14:33, Today: Hector Terrachova rolled 8 using 1d20+7. Attack.

Oriana grits her teeth and takes a deep breath, trying to settle herself.  The frustration of having missed her last shot, coupled with the general frustration of the situation overall, however, isn't so easily pushed aside.  Despite her best efforts, this shot swings wide of the Sith vessel, as well.

14:35, Today: Oriana Cy'Kast rolled 10 using 1d20+8. Quad cannon.

Shanda frowned as she moved forward each step an effort as she felt Wikks hatred welling up deep inside. Her sight however was upon the Chiss. "Lord Rathik I presume? We were told you might be reasonible, I'm giving you this opportunity to stand down. We can help you break the bonds of slavery. But if you force our hand we will not hesitate. And as for you..."

Shanda gaze moved past the Chiss to Wikk and frowned, lifting her hand to return the assault of hatred witha blast of force energy from within herself. "...you we were told to put down like a wild akk. Personally I prefer to not force your Masters hand but if you don't stop what you're doing, to protect her and ourselves...we will do exactly that. You're powerful Wikk...but so am I and you're out numbered."

Shanda kept herself ready her sight focused on the pair of Sith unjudging but nor was it relaxed. Her glowing blade was held ready if pointed down and away, the stance unthreatening in intent but ready should the Consular be forced.

OOC:
Using Force Stun on Wikk using a force point to move move him down an additional -1 on the condition track on top of the normal -1 should it hit.

16:02, Today: Shanda Rell rolled 18 using 1d20+14. Use the Force Check.
vs Will

Duran focuses himself, calling on the force and his powers of control he unleashes a volley at the enemy ship. Correcting at the last moment as he feels the ship move a second before it does. The streaks of Ion slamming into the ship, he is sure this shot will take it down, it is hard to focus in the heat of battle but now he can feel the force flowing through him.

20:37, Today: Duran rolled 18 using 1d20+9. Attack - Ion Cannons - Battlestrike.
20:39, Today: Duran rolled 6 using 1d6. Force Point.
20:39, Today: Duran rolled 20 using 1d20+15. Use Force (Battlestrike)
20:40, Today: Duran rolled 42 using 6d10. Damage.
20:41, Today: Duran rolled 10 using 2d6. Battle Strike Damage.

So hit AC 24 for 42(84) damage normally, 52(94) with battlestrike and spent a force point.

Serina stops as she rounds the corner, coming to a halt not too far from the other two members of her squad. Bringing her blaster up she aims it towards the felucian since he does appear to be the more immediate threat. Trying to ignore the uncomfortable tingling sensation in her right hand as she watches the lightsaber.

Swift: Aim
Move: Aim
Standard: Ready an attack on wikk in case he makes any aggressive move.

EAS-05 regretted that it had lost ground as it was flung through the air.  It was glad that Shanda managed to dodge its trajectory and that it managed to land safely on its feet.  Not to be deterred, EAS-05 charged forward again staying outside of Lord Rathik's range.

Move: Moving six squares to the right, going off the map.
Standard Action: Fighting Defensively: -5 to Attack Rolls and +2 to Reflex Defense until next turn.

Shanda's stun fails, the Felucian's mind resisting her power.

Hector's shots miss the circling Sith ship.

Easy moves around Rathik to close range with both Sith.

Seely remains where she is, blaster leveled at the still-prone sorcerer.

Oriana fires off a few shots at the ship as well, but it remains elusive...

...or so it thought, as it crosses right into Duran's aim and takes the hits from the ion cannon.  The shots strike home, and you can see waves of electrical damage on the ship's systems.  The pilot struggles to keep the vehicle aloft, but it is not down yet.  [Private to Hector Terrachova; Duran; Oriana Cy'Kast: Sensors show its shields and systems are at critical levels.]

Back on the ground, the sorcerer roars, which sounds a bit like an angry cow mixed with swamp bubbles, but a little more intimidating than that would otherwise be.  "No!" Rathik yells, as Wikk stubbornly moves to cast another power, and then Seely and Serina both shoot him, both blaster bolts striking him squarely in the chest.  The impact throws him through the air before he lands limply on the ground.

Rathik bows her head, cursing in her native Cheunh.  With her back towards the group (excepting Easy), she shuts down her saberstaff.  You can see her other fist clench in frustration, but she otherwise does not act.

The Sith vessel fires yet again at the Skyfisher, missing.  Unsurprising given the pilot's performance thus far coupled with the ship's damage.  The ship begins limping towards the manor, attempting to set back down.
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The Skyfisher's dorsal turret swivels around, tracking the limping arc of the Sith vessel.  Tired of missing her target, Oriana does what any good scoundrel does: she cheats.  She grits her teeth and flips the toggle to shift the quad lasers back to auto-fire mode, and opens up on the helpless vessel.

---

Swift: Auto-fire, engaged
Standard: Attack Sith ship; Attack total: 24
Free: Force Point ^
Damage: 45 if a Hit, 23 if missed

21:54, Today: Oriana Cy'Kast rolled 22 using 6d10+2. Quad cannon, autofire damage.
22:28, Today: Oriana Cy'Kast rolled 5 using 1d6. Force Point.
21:54, Today: Oriana Cy'Kast rolled 19 using 1d20+8. Quad cannon, autofire.

Edit: Forgot to add in a +1 damage. Oops.
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Shanda sighed switching off the activator for her own saber, though it remained in her hand. "For what its worth I'm sorry. We were told this was the most likely outcome, I had hoped that it was not so. Absolutes are not a Jedi concept." Tilting her head regarding Rathik she did not step closer, "Is there any special rites he requires?"

Considering the size of the Skyfisher and their current in-atmosphere situation, it was rather difficult for Hector to keep the Sith ship within his own sights.  Combined with the fact said ship was getting pounded by the turrets on his own ship, this made for a difficult target to hit.  It was not, however, hard to give both his gunners a clear shot on the ailing ship as it aimed to touch down.



22:23, Today: Hector Terrachova rolled 9 using 1d20+7. Attack, raaaah!

More regret filled EAS-05.  Combat had ended and it had done little more than run around and fly through the air.  It wanted to strike out at the Sith in front of it, but it held back on what it wanted to do.

"Commander Komad, orders for dealing with the remaining Sith?" EAS-05 asked, not taking its gaze away from Rathik.

"All right, Easy, this is going to end peacefully unless she does anything hostile, keep hold of yourself." Seely communicates to her Anti-Sith combat specialist before speaking to the Sith, "You, you may stand, if you wish, but do not make any quick moves and do not reach for anything.  We just want to talk to you..."

Nevertheless, her blaster remains pointed even as she sheathes the knife.
[Private to GM:
Seely is again, readying an action.  It may not be necessary, but...feel free to roll for me if she does anything hostile.]

Duran had the hang of these cannons now and the force was flowing through him in a heart pounding stream of concentration focus and minor precognition. Flicking the gun minutely to make adjustments for the ships movements he depressed the trigger again the ion bolts screeching through the atmosphere and slamming into it with shocking ease. His eyes followed the crackling power as it disrupted systems all across the ship, that was one less thing they have to worry about.

With a grin he whooped into the communicator++Yessss! One ship down, ha...there we go!++

08:36, Today: Duran rolled 28 using 1d20+8. Attack - Ion Cannons
08:37, Today: Duran rolled 31 using 6d10. Damage.

yay critical, the autocorrect left battlestrike in sorry, but it's gone from my power suite anyway.

So 61(122) damage to our friend.
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Struck repeatedly without its shields, the Sith ship's systems fail, and in a trail of smoke and fire it goes down.  One of the wings catches on the ground, causing it to somersault for a bit before the structure cannot handle the strain, and it splits and explodes at the same time.  Bits of debris and fire go every which way, but thanks to the ship's heading at the time it was taken out, most of that is off the cliffside.

You guys are out of combat for now.

Serina stares at the unmoving Felucian and frowns, taking a few steps closer and studying him, not wanting to take her eyes off either Sith for a moment.

"I'm sorry, but does anyone else get the feeling that went far too easily? I've got a bad feeling about this whole thing"

She turns to look at the other woman and studies her suspiciously. Now they've met two individual sith in the span of less then 10 minutes who seem more interested in talking then fighting. That by itself feels like a contradiction.

Rathik calmly glances in the direction of the fiery spectacle before replying to Shanda, "No.  He died fighting, if foolishly.  You mentioned you were told about me, and my apprentice.  This, I do not understand."  Her voice is low and even as she stands to her full height, but does not otherwise act in any threatening manner.  "Told by whom?"

Watching the Sith ship go down in flames, Hector let out a light sigh of relief.  "About damn time," he muttered, before swinging the ship back towards the Manor.  Their problem had been dealt with - now it was time to deal with the rest of the teams' problems, then pick them up, and get the hell off this planet.

[Private to Oriana Cy'Kast; Duran: "++I'll bring us around and give you a sight on the melee, Ori.  Lets see if we can't show our friends on the ground how one deals with Sith,++" he announced over the shipwide Comm.]  With careful use of the maneuvering thrusters, Hector tipped the nose of the ship down giving the top turret a clear view of the ground and courtyard as he slid the ship sideways around the manor to bring the ground battle into view.  Oriana would have a clear view, and could clean up the mess quite easily.

She slowly turns toward Serina, calmly replying, "Interested in talking?  I have failed in the task assigned to me.  My life is forfeit.  I await your sentence."

Duran's euphoria was dampened slightly as he heard Hector turn the comlink back on, he mouthed 'Ori' as Hector spoke a frown settling on his face but he reached out and activated the comlink for the cockpit[Private to Hector Terrachova; Oriana Cy'Kast: ++There was an indication the slighter one could be negotiated with, but she is a Sith Lord, I cannot see how we can hold her captive. We have no way of stopping her from using the force....Ori, don't miss....++] He closed his eyes, not believing what he had just said, but he knew that it was the right thing.

The Skyfisher's quad lasercannons roar to life as the ship swings around the edge of the buildings, lighting up the Sith and the area around them with a steady hail of laser fire.

Standard: Auto-fire, 2x2 square with the standing Sith in it.
Attack total: 14
Damage: 44 if missed, 84 if hit.
Minor: Finally remember to add in the 1/2 level to damage. Oops.

03:18, Today: Oriana Cy'Kast rolled 40 using 6d10+2. Quad cannon, autofire damage.
03:18, Today: Oriana Cy'Kast rolled 14 using 1d20+8. Quad cannon, autofire.
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Shanda had stepped closer her hand lightly extended, "Your saber please, as for who told us of your coming that will become apparent in time." Though her explination would have to wait as laser seemed to thunder in, whilring the Consular unleashed a torrent of ionizing energy vs the one who so callously opens fire on not only the surrendered woman but also the surrounding allies...

OOC:
Shanda is using Ionize vs Orianas Cannon (Reflex) spending the extra force point.
08:51, Today: Shanda Rell rolled 24 using 1d20+14. Use the Force Check.
08:56, Today: Shanda Rell rolled 31 using 6d8. Ionize Damage.

Seely doesn't have time to curse as someone (it wasn't as if she was looking) opens fire upon the Sith.  Knowing the company Dark Jedi keep, it could be anyone and anybody.  In fact, she's really more concerned at the fact that the rounds from the sky have come awfully close to hitting allies...or probably have!  Even a droid doesn't deserve to go out like that!  The best she can do, however, is to wince away from the fire, for the moment, and to try to keep her weapon sighted in on the Sith...

If the Sith decides to kill them for what that ship did, she still can't be the one to let her allies die.  Republic or Sith, soldiers are always the ones who have to make hard decisions when their Jedi are nuts and their scoundrels complain about every little thing.

The Chiss ignites her saber and brings it up to defend herself against the onslaught.  In a display of expertise, Rathik whirls the weapon around in both hands, casting all potentially damaging bolts aside.

She calls out when the cannon lets up for a moment, "Just biding time until your reinforcements arrive, I see!  I should have known, the Jedi thirst for revenge will never be sated!"

Seely doesn't see who fired that weapon, but she knows it didn't come from the ground, ++Who fired that?!?  Skyfisher, if that's you, stop shooting and get out of here!++

She looks around quickly to see if her comrades are still alive.  Once assured that everyone survived, she stops to focus on the problem with a double-bladed lightsaber...

"Now hold on, if I wanted you dead, I would have shot you instead of talking, I wouldn't call for a barrage so close to my position!  I told you before, we just want to talk." Though the helmeted Twi'lek keeps her weapon pointed, she does try to calm the situation down with words rather than another round of blaster bolts.

Seely Komad rolled 23 using 1d20+11. Persuasion.

"Such is not true Rathik. Our companions are just rather...impulsive. Please let us resolve this without any more needless blood shed." Shanda reached up tapping the comm with her free hand, ++Skyfisher stand down! Its over, I repeat, stand down.++

The Sith is about to make another retort when Easy seizes the moment, effectively tackling her.  She deactivates her weapon to avoid hurting herself on the way down, and Easy has her pinned.

Oriana recoils reflexively as the blast of energy from the consular's hand strikes her turret.  The Skyfisher's shields flare brightly, absorbing the attempted ionization and rapidly dissipating it harmlessly across the freighter's surface.  A handful of unsavory curses shuffle rapidly through Oriana's mind, and the quad cannon pivots slightly, for a moment seeming to be fixed upon the consular.

Oriana hastily flicks on her open commlink, her voice coming through loud, clear, and dripping with sarcasm, ++"That lack of communication thing is going to get you seriously hurt, someday.  Should have warned us you were having a group hug."++  Despite her acquiescence on the communicator, the quad cannon's guns remain spooled up, and pointed at the fray.

[Private to Duran; Hector Terrachova: Oriana flips another tab on her commlink, switching to the private in-ship channel. ++"Fight's over, and they want us to leave?  I'm about tempted to say we do so, Hector.  General Garza put that idiot in charge, and that idiot's telling us to leave them here.  With two Sith.  So they can talk."++]

++That or the friendly fire.++ Chuckled Shanda into her comm looking down on Rathik and shaking her head, moving in to relieve the sith of her lightsaber. Glancing over to Seely, "Shouldn't they stay now that the immeadiate danger is past? We might need the quick transport of the Skyfisher if these others to be rescued are any distance from this place."

When blaster fire rained from the sky, targeting Rathik, part of EAS-05 approved. This action caused the Sith's reactivation of her lightsaber which gave EAS-05 reason to move against her.  The subsequent exchange between it companions and the Sith gave it the opportunity to move against the Sith.

It kept its grip firm and spoke to Rathik, "Sith Rathik, I request that you remain still and attentive while Commander Komad engages in conversation with you."

Duran was getting further frustrated by the events that were unfolding. He depressed the comm to speak to Oriana first.[Private to Hector Terrachova; Oriana Cy'Kast: ++It is unlikley she can do that again very soon, auto fire is incredibly hard to deflect. I thought it was impossible from star ship weapons...but you live and learn.++]

Then to all the others++Can I ask how you plan on detaining a Force User? Interrogation is another thing, but what then? Kill her? Let her go?++

[Private to Oriana Cy'Kast: "++You know what?  If they want us gone, then gone we shall be.  Buckle up, both of you.++"]  Leveling the ship out, Hector dropped it down just enough so he could catch a view of the situation himself.  The very fact that the Sith still had her lightsaber - and had defended herself - was proof that she could not be trusted.  He wondered if the others would catch on to the fact that they were still in danger around her.

"++Since the brave Captain is so adamant, enjoy your stay on Corellia, all of you.  Hopefully the company doesn't sour your vacation.  One last bit of advice - do not trust a word the Sith say.  You're better off putting a bolt through their heads than listening to them.  I guarantee it.++" With that said, he swung the ship around, pointed it at the sky, and pushed the throttle to full, leaving the planet behind.

++She's a slave Duran, it'll be up to the council what her future is, chances are she'll be allowed to return to her people if she wants to, but ultimately getting a bunch of force users that don't want to be Sith is what this mission is all about. We have an informant in contact in the manor to find the rest. I can't say who the informant is or who the force users are over an open comm but lets just say that there's a damn good reason the council and the republic would want them extracted.++

Shanda looked back down on Rathik and inclined her head, "Yes the informant is one of your fellow Sith looking after her own interests. Personally it sounds like a trap but thus far the information provided about you and your apprentice was accurate so perhaps the rest isn't so much vapor."

++If I don't see any of you three in this life, may the Force be with you.  Captain Komad, out.++ With that, she switches her comm link so she will only hear chatter from her ground team.  The last thing they need is for their enemy to attack again while they are distracted with a pointless argument among people who are finally leaving.  Besides, telling their enemy how they are going to restrain her is just as foolish as letting her handle that lightsaber freely.

Seely let Shanda handle the rest, here, though, preferring to keep her blaster trained on the Sith.
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Rathik watches the unfolding events transpire, her arms locked in Easy's grip.  As the ship leaves, conversation becomes impossible for a moment above the engine's roar.  Once that's done, she continues scowling, her unnervingly pupil-less eyes glaring from behind hair that had spilled into her face.

She scoffs.  "I've got little to say to you.  Finish me."

Shanda would take the Siths saber looking at it with curiousity. Her gaze lifted to regard Rathik and Easy. "You can let her go, if she really wanted to fight you we'd be fighting right now. We don't need to move our arms to use our powers." Shanda slipped her hands, each holding a deactivated lightsaber, into her robes arms. "The choice is your own Rathik, you can come with us. I can't speak for the others but your actions have spoken volumes about your intent. For now we have a mission to get back to."

Glancing to Seely she inclined her head, "Commander, shall we head back in?"

Rathik's expression contorts into one of bewilderment.  "Is this some kind of trick?  Who are you, what are you even doing here?!"  Her fists remain clenched, but she retains control of herself.

"We're just a few people that you never saw, Sith.  That's all you need to know unless you want to talk further." Seely keeps her blaster pistol raised, "Unless she wants to talk, Shanda, we're going inside and she's heading in the opposite direction."

"That is understood, Jedi Shanda." EAS-05 complies with Shanda, as it seems inline with what Seely would order in this situation.  It releases Rathik and rises to its feet.  Rathik did not seem to be a threat any longer, so EAS-05 lowered the importance termination down below a minor but slightly pressing need.

It turned to Seely, giving a brief report on its status. "Commander Komad, several secondary systems were damaged and had to be taken offline during Sith Wikk's first onslaught.  I will require repairs in order to maintain combat effectiveness."

Shanda sighs lifting a hand to rub the recesses of absent eyes beneath the strap of fabric she wore. "Come Rathik, we'll talk as we walk. And its no trick." Shanda would fall into step behind the other and keep beside Rathik, "Who we are is rather obvious, as for personal introductions I'm Shanda. Why we're here is still being enlightened but it seems it was the will of the Force as well as Republic orders that we come here and help people as best we can."

Chuckling she looked skyward, "Though the mission has gotten a good degree more challenging since the Commander ordered our escape off planet. I'm not too worried, a way will present itself." Smiling the Consular tilted her head slightly to regard Rathik, "Though I'm sure the Commander is more concerned with who you are and why we are currently not at each others throats. I have a glimpse of why but I think Commander Seely would rather hear the whys straight from your own mouth."
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Seely nods at Easy, keeping her eyes on the Sith.  If she had wanted to shoot and just finish it, she would have done it a long time ago.  She backs off just a little bit, giving her foe the room to flee if she so desires it.  Otherwise, she's more concerned with heading toward their objective...

Serina glares at the other members of her now greatly reduced team. But her eyes are even colder towards the Sith.

"You're far too trusting around these Sith. You don't really think they are above sacrificing one of their own in order to infiltrate our own operation? In a single day we've now met two Sith who are looking to be our friends instead of our enemies. Those are some maddeningly steep odds. At the very least one of them is lying, and more then likely both are."

She switches her blaster pistol to her left hand so she can carefully and slowly stretch her right one.

"Nothing good ever comes from striking a deal with Sith. Did you consider that we may be doing the Sith's dirty work? We do all that work finding the 'precious cargo'. And then when we're ready to leave they swoop in and take it to Korriban"

"We just have to be a few steps ahead...I don't plan on turning anyone over to the Sith." Her pistol is still in hand, ready to fire.

EAS-05 passively followed the others back to the manor, staying at Seely's side and reviewing the battle that had just finished.

"I disagree with part of Sergeant Ryo's assessment.  Sith Imperius is the only Sith that has asked for assistance.  Sith Rathik has not extended any such request." EAS-05 spoke up, deciding that a correction of Serina's concerns was called for.

As soon as Rathik hears Easy refer to the other Sith Lord her bewildered expression takes one step towards being a permanent fixture.  She mouths the name silently, her eyes darting from one person here to the next.  "What in the stars is going on here?  Are you implying you're here at the behest of a member of the Dark Council?!"

She shakes her head furiously, reasserting herself again.  Turning her voice downward, she eyes Shanda as she continues, "You have dishonored me enough.  Strike me down now or return my weapon so we may resume combat."

"We did speak to a member of the Dark Council, that much is true.  Surely you trust your own Council more than loyal members of the Republic have any cause to, or maybe even a Sith can't trust a Sith." Seely speaks firmly, keeping her blaster pointed in case the Dark Jedi decides to start a fight right here and now (without her weapon, perhaps).

"We're here at the behest of the Republic and the Jedi Order. It just so happens that one of this Dark Council is mixed up in this." Shanda chuckled softly glancing at Rathik sidelong, "And as our companion Serina mentions she's most likely the one playing us false. You can help uncloud the mystery of this situation if you choose. Does Darth Imperious truely have a daughter on this planet that is currently unaligned with the Empire?"

Unfolding her arms to reveal the siths lightsaber still in her grip, "As for returning your weapon, that may come to pass if needs warrant it. But we jedi don't condone summary executions. As I've said Imperious told us about your status within the Sith, likely as a measure of good faith or to lull us into a sense that she's telling us the complete truth. Or perhaps the situation is as she says and there is a group here that does not wish to be Sith that we should similarly liberate." Tucking her arms back in her robe sleeves she looked at Rathik with a smile, "In the end the situation is about how you want to live Rathik. You don't strike me as suicidal. Returning your weapon now just so you can die in battle seems honorible but why? So you can die like a good little pawn to Sith Masters that don't give a damn about your existance?"

Shanda chuckled and shook her head, "Personally I think you should live. If only to spite your former Masters and freeing yourself from thier chains of hatred and deceit. If not, you are welcome to do as Commander Seely initially suggested...walk away from us. Return to the invasion fleet and whatever awaits you there. Having a choice might be strange for a slave, but there it is, and only you can make it Rathik."
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"I have no reason to trust anyone consorting with Jedi, though your Republic wallows in decadence.  The only reason I do not strike back even now, even though you may as well be spitting in my face, is that I've no desire to go back to my superiors, such is the extent of my failure.  So you will tell me the meaning of this," she says, slowing her speech to be plain and clear, "or we will resume hostilities."

"As far as I'm concerned, if you can hold off on trying to kill us or getting us to execute you, you can hear the words from your own Dark Councilor's mouth.  If any word at all she has spoken through her hologram projector is true, she cares for you just a little bit more than the rest of the Sith do, but I can't promise you half as much lenience if you insist on fighting us.  You can be more than a pawn of the Sith or another casualty in this invasion.  You can go and live your own life...however you want, but I know that I will not be joining the dead this day...and none of those under my command will be doing so, either."  Seely trusts her eyes and her blaster to put Rathik down if she does anything hostile.  It's hard to negotiate effectively while pointing a blaster, but she hopes that the Dark Jedi will listen to reason.  Even though she has to take steps to be ready to kill this Dark Jedi, she knows that Rathik is more useful alive...for now...

[Private to GM: I dunno if this calls for Intimidation, Persuasion, Initiative, or some other such sort.]

"Apparently Darth Imperious has a daughter she doesn't want seen put through whatever training you Sith go through along with a bunch of other force users. As I say we really don't believe a Sith Lord is doing this out of some mercy or soft feelings for her own blood. Is why I ask you if you know of her family status, since she spoke of you it would not hurt to see what you know of this Darth Imperious." Shanda rolled her shoulders, "She claimed as a token of good faith that you yourself didn't really want to be Sith, that you were a slave. While your apprentice was unturnible, there was a chance that you would welcome freedom from your Masters. Personally I had hoped both of you redeemible but Wikk forced his becoming one with the Force."

Shanda looked at Rathik evenly, "Now we're heading back inside to get the location of this 'daughter' and the others. So the meaning of this is an offer to prove your own desire for freedom. You can help us, come with us or you can go your own way. If that is to resume hostilities with us immeadiately such will be your choice." Tilting her head slightly Shanda spoke softly, "But throwing your life away is not honorible. Perhaps personally you can view it as such but I can't say, I know little of your people and thier ways. To me it just seems a waste."

"You clearly don't understand.  I was chosen.  I live by the Sith code: The Force shall set me free!  This daughter you speak of, whoever she is, will learn the same.  We work to defeat the tyranny of the Jedi, those who would seek our extinction for having different ideas, for seeking freedom.  What are my trials against that?  If my previous suffering does an ounce of good to that end, what does it matter?"

"If the Force has set you free, then why are you standing before us, confining yourself to one course of action?  If you were free, why would you need to obey the Sith and stand here, ready to throw your life away when you've got so many years left?  What does killing for them get you but more and more bitter and angry at the world, and further trapped in their stupid hierarchy of whoever can betray and enslave the most of their underlings?  I don't know if the Jedi are any better, when you get down to it, and I don't really care: I've heard more than my fair share about them falling for that Sith nonsense, but I've got one by me that doesn't want you to die in a cage that the Sith built for you.  You're not free, you're trapped," Seely says, staring intently and fighting the urge to raise her voice, "You have the keys to the cage now.  It doesn't matter what anyone else choose now but you, make a choice: free yourself and live whatever way you damn want to, away from the Sith and their poodoo, or die inside that cage they built for you!"

Her blaster shakes as she shouts out those last few words.  The only reason she held her voice low this long is because Rathik seems just a little smarter than some of her hopeless students...
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Shandas arms lifted motioning to the skies with the hand that held her own saber listenign as Seely spoke then adding her own thoughts, "It is amazing how the one with eyes is more blind than the one without. Rathik, look to the heavens above us, whose fleet is that descending upon this formerly neutral world? Whose freedom is being oppressed? Whose extinction is being sought by whom?" The Consular chuckled sadly slipping her arms back together into her sleeves, turning her head to regard Rathik directly.

"You akin your suffering as if you were a martyr. So had we done nothing and allowed Wikk to blast you with his power while you tried to defend him that would have been an honorible death hrm? To throw your life away so the apprentice can become the Master." Shanda smiled softly exhaling slowly, "And if you were so sure oh chosen warrior of freedom, that the Sith cause is of purity and honorible intent why did you surrender? Why not force us evil Jedi and republic to finish you as you are so prompting us to now? Because deep down you know the Sith way is filled with piles and piles of gundark poodoo. If you truely believed that you were fighting the just fight you would have gone down fighting out there on the field."

"But you didn't. You deactivated your saber and let yourself be taken. Even now you look for justification to prove to yourself that that choice was wrong. Hoping that we'll say something to validate your Sith Code and let you continue to your 'honorible death'." Shanda unfolded her arms the hand crossed before her towards Rathik opened revealing the Siths saber in the palm of her hand. "Then take your weapon oh martyr and die a senseless death for a group that could care less. By showing mercy and openness I sought to prove your misgivings wrong, mere words will not sway you Rathik, so take your blade and strike me down. Here's your chance to slay one more tyrannical jedi before you yourself join the force. But at least the one who has actively sought your extinction will be gone first right?" Shandas gaze turned evenly towards Rathik.

Without seeming to move a muscle, as soon as the weapon appears, Rathik pulls it through the air, but only halfway to her.  It hovers in the air there, spinning slowly.  [Private to Shanda Rell: The two sides of the Force storm within this Sith as you watch.]

Her scowl returns, her red eyes flaring in anger, and for the first time you see the muscles in her neck tense...this woman looks quite physically powerful.  "This planet wallows just the same.  No amount of supposed neutrality can rectify centuries of this madness.  Imperial rule brings order and organization to such chaos; we liberate them.  Through us, I believe they will grow strong.  Do not mock what you do not comprehend."

She relaxes again, but brings herself to her full height.  She's tall, too, as you noticed before.  At least a head and a half above Seely, anyway.  Her weapon still dangling in the air, she continues, "But I will listen to what you have to say.  I will subject myself to your poison, that I may grow stronger as a result, if you are so insistent on sparing me."

"Not on your life.  We're talking here and we're not going to kill you, but everyone is being liberated FROM the Sith, not TO the Sith." Seely uses her blaster to point toward the Manor for just a moment, "Come on, if you can act civil for another few minutes, maybe we can talk to Darth Imperius and figure out which one of you is full of more poodoo."

The Chiss pulls her weapon out of the air and clips it to her belt in the same fluid motion.  Glaring at Seely for a moment, she moves forward, walking into the building's entrance, which was never shut.

As the group moves back into the reception area, you note that the adjoining elevator shaft appears empty; the turbolift must be on a different level for the moment.  Jutnam is nowhere to be seen, it's probable he went deeper into the structure when the fighting started.

"Easy, lead the way back to that comms room." Seely stays more than a few steps away from Rathik as they move.  The others are likely being wary in their own ways, but she's not letting her guard down until Rathik is gone.  They're likely to encounter more Sith down here...she has a feeling...

"Yes, Commander Komad." EAS-05 moves ahead of Seely and overtakes Rathik's pace, "If you would follow me, Sith Rathik."  It continues to the turbolift, leading the group over the walkway and down a hallway, finally reaching the meeting room.

Shanda kept pace with Rathik, after all she was the one to return the Siths saber. A risk perhaps but one that seemed to have worked. Looking around by the lift entrance Shanda looked for an intercom or similar device to call for the lift.

There is a simple panel there.  Pressing it causes a number of noises to issue forth from below.  It's on its way up.

After about a minute, the platform is there.  Easy leads the way down to the floor you were on previously.  You note the number of floors you pass which could all be separate production facilities, or serve other purposes.  Rathik spends the time with her arms folded, leaning against a hand rail.

When the lift slows and stops, you go back through the walkway and find yourself at the meeting room door.  However, it's locked.  Jutnam had opened it for you before.

Seely takes a moment to look around for any panels that might function as intercoms.  Other than that, there are two universal lockpicks nearby (though she wouldn't ask the Sith for hers first)...

You don't see anything that could be used as any sort of communication from here.  Knocking is a bit archaic in this age, but it could work?

Seely looks at the door, then at the Sith, and then just decides to knock.  You only die once, right?

Seely's knuckles make a thin clacking noise against the metallic doors.  Shortly thereafter, with a hiss and a thunk, the door slides open, and Jutnam's there, in a frightened pose.

"Oh, you're back.  I ran back down here once you started fighting the-" his voice catches as his eyes meet the Chiss' blank red ones, and he gulps.  "...the Sith..."

"We're back.  Mission got complicated, can we talk to your boss?" Seely explains, putting her blaster back in the direction of the one woman who deserved it right about now.

"Uh, er, allow me to check..."

Jutnam nervously skitters over to the console and keys something in.  A brief few moments later and there, on the holo, is Eiman Ussol.  "Yes, Jutnam, what is it?" asks the businessman you remember from Orth's briefing not so long ago.  His full profile is that of a relatively well-built man in fancy clothing.

"Mr. Ussol, ah, your visitors are back?  I believe they have some further words for you."

Rathik sighs and folds her arms again, shifting her weight from one leg to the other.

"Ah, yes, let me speak with them," the human man replies, smiling.  "And go get something to calm yourself.  I'll not have such squeamish behavior from you."

Jutnam obeys, relief washing over him like a raging waterfall.  As he departs, the door immediately closes.  "Please, sit down," offers the holographic image.
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"Forgive me, but some of us are more comfortable standing, I'm sure." Seely briefly looks at Mr. Ussol as calmly as she can, refusing to sit while she has to keep watch on the Sith, "Now, maybe you can explain just what is going on?  This situation has a few of us on edge, and well within justification."

Shanda shook her head looking apologettically at Rathik before taking a seat herself reaching up to lightly rub her forehead, between Wikks assaults and probes to the over use of her abilities her headache was in full force now. Taking the opportunity to relax a moment she tried to center herself while keeping aware of the discussion.

Rathik returns Shanda's look with a sneer, remaining where she is near the end of Seely's pistol.

Regardless of whether or not you sit down, Ussol continues, "I'm glad you've made it back."  The image flickers, becoming the Darth's image as before.

"I see you've made a friend," she says plainly as two pairs of Sith eyes meet over the holo.
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"A very tentative new friend.  Still believes in that line of rot you Sith feed your followers." Seely is more on guard this time, especially now that it's revealed that Ussol and the Sith are the same.  Last time, she was moved by that stuff about the daughter and Force Sensitives.  Now, she has a crazy psycho standing next to her and ready to fight...

Shanda sighed softly glancing sideways at Seely, then up to the image of Darth Imperious studying the hologram lightly before returning to the relaxation exercises she needs to refocus her ability.

"A moment, Rathik," the Darth begins, raising her index finger toward the Lord.  Looking to the lot of you then, she casts her forearms out to her sides in a pseudo-shrug.  "And do you fault her for it?" she asks.  "Take your child away from her home, tell him peace is a lie, and beat him until that's all he knows.  Beat him to within an inch of death, until blood soaks his pores and his skin is flayed.  Beat him until he learns to do  the same to others to simply remain alive.  Do you fault him for committing atrocity?"

Serina follows the others to the chamber and listens to the conversations the others are having. She doesn't agree, but in truth it seems counter-productive to argue the point. Seely will decide their course of action. And getting drawn into some kind of heated debate will only cause them to loose more time.

She doesn't take the offer to sit, but puts her back against the wall, and keeps her blaster close at hand. Only deciding to speak up with the dark council member's image re-appears.

"There is plenty of blame to go around. We all have the responsibility to re-evaluate the teachings of our parents when we grow up. Then there is the responsibility of a parent to teach children the right things. And the responsibility of a society to ensure children are kept safe from unfit parents. In your example all three would be guilty."

She glances between the two Sith and then looks at Seely.

"With the Sith invasion force on it's way to the planet, do we really have time to discuss these little riddles?"

"I'll fault someone based on the actions they do, and I'll fault the group that feeds them rot and makes them do those things.  I don't have time for a philosophical debate; what's wrong and right is what will be done or undone, now." Seely nods at the Sergeant.  Time is of the essence.

"You live in it for enough time, and right and wrong can easily be flipped on their heads.  Sith are living proof of this."

"And may I remind you that the 'invasion' was over before it started.  Corellia was made Imperial through subterfuge; what you saw was a show of force to bring over anyone who still needed convincing.  It will take more than the lot of you to do anything about this planet."  She looks about for a moment, eyes bouncing between each of you, doing a head count.  "There was another among you.  I trust all is well?"

She isn't here to be right or wrong in the case of arguing; she'd rather just find out what this Sith manipulator wants her people to do.  The noose is about to tighten...

"The others left the planet.  He went with them, and circumstances dictated that some of us would say," Seely says, "And I think Sergeant Ryo is more concerned with the fact that our lives are forfeit, as we have been and are standing on a Sith occupied planet.  All is as well as it can be."

Imperius sighs softly, barely audible over the comm.  "At this point then, what would you like from me?  Are you willing to help, or shall we consign these children to their death?"

She pauses for a brief moment, and before any of you can respond, she also asks, "And what are your plans for Lord Rathik?"

"As far as I'm concerned, she can do whatever she wants.  She's free to go back to the Sith, or to try (and fail) to murder us, or to go any other place she wants to.  If she wants to moisture farm on Tatooine, I'll buy her charter passage and buy her a good bottle of vintage to boot!" Seely glances at the member of the Dark Council, "As far as I'm concerned, here's what we want: secured transport to a Republic system, preferably Coruscant, for the children and ourselves, and some guarantee you won't simply have us shot and snatch the children when we've held up our end.  Maybe if it was just my life, I could just trust you and be fine if you stabbed me in the back later, but I've got teammates to look out for, and those children are more souls that depend on my actions..."

She doesn't expect much, but she knows that she can save the children from being taken by the Sith in a more radical fashion if they are completely and utterly betrayed at the end of this.

There is a noticeable pause, and a questioning glance from Imperius.  "Your friends aren't returning, then?"

"They will not be returning, unless something forces them to return.  I wouldn't recall them now, even if I could."

The Sith places one hand on her hip, and strokes her chin thoughtfully with the other.  "I suppose you could hijack the ship they're taking the sensitives in, but that would require some subtlety.  Do you know where your friends are headed?  I assume you're having them send word for help."
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"They could be going any particular place; we never called for a fallback point before we got down here, and they wouldn't trust us enough to tell us where they're going." The Twi'lek shrugs, "A hijacking is dangerous, but no less dangerous than anything else here.  Do they already have the Force Sensitives rounded up?"

"Just checking to see if you've ruled out your previous transport as a way off-world.  This means more work on the part of both of us, and a greater degree of trust.

"No, I don't believe they'd have been able to round them up that quickly.  But I will need time to see what I can find out, to machinate some workaround to your current predicament.  Could I ask you to step outside while I speak to your 'tentative' friend in private?"  She points casually toward Rathik when she says the Chiss' name.

Seely deliberately pauses, giving her allies (Jedi and otherwise) a moment to voice any objections they might have.  She stays absolutely silent and keeps her lips as flat and indifferent as she can.

Personally, though, she expects this to be where the betrayals really will begin.  So far, it's been a lot of her and her own showing trust and being led along.  The Dark Jedi haven't given them much trust to go on...

Shanda rose from where she sat turning from the projector and moved towards the exit silently her arms folded in the robes sleeves as usual. Her head tilted somewhat as if looking back over her shoulder, "Lets give them some time."

Ushering yourselves out, Rathik calmly closes the door behind you.  You're on your own in the hall outside the room for now.

"I hope you're right in trusting them this far, Shanda...I don't think even the Force could give me so much courage." Seely keeps her eye on the door, hand on her blaster.

Serina follows the others with a look of stunned disbelief and shakes her head. Despite her attempts to keep her feelings at bay, they can't help but slip out in the form of sarcasm.

"Sure let's give them some time alone to talk, why not give em my credit account password too, oh and some secret republic battle plans"

She sighs and takes a deep breath, then places her ear against the door to see if she can hear anything through it.


17:46, Today: Serina Ryo rolled 27 using 1d20+8. Perception check

"I don't like it either, but I think we're up the creek without a paddle already," Seely whispers.  Her attention is focused on the hallway.  Enemies that may linger nearby in the shadows, or perhaps the sounds of the conversation inside the meeting room, if they'd carry this far through the steel.

Seely Komad rolled 16 using 1d20+8. Perception.

The door is designed to be a barrier to sound.  Neither of you can hear anything beyond it.

"Commander Komad, what is the contingency plan if we are betrayed by Sith Imperius and Sith Rathik?" EAS-05 asked, finishing its review of the previous combat situation.  It agreed with the opinion that the Sith were not to be trusted and it still desired to crush Rathik.

Seely looks around for cameras and other listening devices before speaking, "We escape and steal our own ship.  If there are Sith Sympathizers on the planet, then there will be craft still left over on planet.  If Darth Imperius is being straight with us...I'd be surprised, but I also don't know if we can even fight her...or if they're listening to us right now.  Our back up plan is one hundred percent inspiration; we haven't had time to scout out an escape route or a spare ship."

"I'm rather positive that Rathik is being given instructions for this little mission of thiers." Shanda spoke up with her back to the door, if she wanted to eaves drop she had a few techniques to slip quietly and undetected into the room but it would likely just be a waste.  "And its not about trusting them Serina. I know what they are. There's just no reason to get worked up over it for the moment. Is like my objection to leaving Oriana and Hector with the ship. They're smugglers and didn't want to be here to begin with. I could easily have continued counter arguements against leaving both on the Skyfisher but I trusted in Hectors word."

The Consular turned glancing towards the door with a soft smile, "Rathik is currently projecting mixed feelings. Our words earlier pierced her armor. It's not enough to turn her yet, but it is a beginning." She smiled lightly and rolled her shoulder, the sleeve of her robe drawing back slightly to reveal her own saber still clutched in her hand before the sleeve once more ruffled down to conceal her hand, When...or if we are betrayed the counter-plan is the same one that would have occured above, I will draw focus upon myself and you can either help or retreat as the situation warrants."
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"At least I knew we could trust them for one thing; running.  Criminals always run from their problems or make other people, more honest people, suffer for their gain.  We have to face the problems, because that's what people like us always do.  I just hope they contact the Republic, and ensure that there won't be anyone caught off guard by this.  If they do that much, they've performed the most crucial part of this mission for us," Seely states, watching the door and raising her blaster.

"I do not understand, Commander Komad.  You were the one who argued for their retreat even after Smuggler Hector brought the Skyfisher back to recover us." EAS-05 was puzzled by Seely's remarks, "Why are they cowards for following the orders you gave to them?  Why do you doubt that the order to contact the Republic would go unfulfilled?"

"They're not cowards for following my orders.  They're cowards for their choices in life.  Lots of us, Easy, worked and followed the rules and suffered for it.  They didn't, and that's why they were imprisoned before this mission," Seely resists the urge to glare so she can keep her eyes on the door, gritting her teeth instead, "As far as why I'm worried about that?  Their ship could still be shot down, especially with the Sith fleet overhead.  I don't like them, but I don't want them dead."

She stares at the door, gripping her heavy blaster with both hands.
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It is not long after Seely nearly crushes the grip of her gun that the door slides open again, seemingly by some remote activation.  Inside, the room is as it was, but you do not immediately see Rathik.  Imperius is still there on the holo...

Poking your head inside, you see Rathik sitting in the corner.  Her head is hung over her chest, her eyes closed, and her arms and legs are sort of forward, as though she pushed herself into that position.

"She will be all right," is the Darth's response to an unspoken question.  "It's a ritual I learned from a Jedi, actually.  Well, former Jedi.  She's too unstable to travel with you, and so I put her into a bit of a contemplative rest."

"So, what do we have to do to keep her asleep?  Just leave her alone?" Seely queries, looking at her Dark Jedi and lowering her blaster.

[Private to Shanda Rell: The light side of the Force covers Rathik like a thick, shiny blanket.]
"It's...an admittedly unpredictable ritual, but she's unaware of her surroundings until the Force is done with her.  We should get back to the task at hand.  The Force sensitives have not yet been 'rounded up,' as it were, but the search has begun.  I am afraid I do not have the means by which to get you there in time to rescue them before they are found.  However," she says, replacing her image with that of a map of the area, "the manor does have a connection to the Selonian tunnel system.  It should allow you to get there unmolested, provided you do not rouse too much ire from said Selonians."

The map zooms in on the manor, and turns into a three-dimensional cross-section of the underground, centered on your current location.  "My associate Mr. Becc can show you the way to the entrance.  It was stumbled upon during the construction of this complex."  The map follows along what you assume to be the cavern.  "It's a bit of a hike, but we can furnish you with supplies from the manor if needed.  In case you hadn't noticed, we're in a bit of a heavy production phase."  A bright dot follows the cavern, and as it goes, a distance tally increases.  It looks like you've got about 80 km of traveling to do, assuming you take this route.

"After the caverns though, you'll find yourself right beneath one of Coronet's rocket trams, which you can commandeer to get to the spaceport.  If your friends can get word to the Republic, I will do what I can to get you some help on that front."

"All right, if you have any grenades, we could definitely put those to use.  I have a feeling we're going to need to clear out tight spaces in a hurry, if it comes to a fight in the spaceport." She looks to the others, "Anyone have experience dealing with Selonians?"

The Dark Jedi has a plan, and it's not the worst plan in existence.  Still, there's not much of a reason to trust anyone on this planet.  Even if their strange hostess speaks kindly, those kind words won't mean much when the blaster bolts start flying.  The Selonians, hopefully, won't attack the second they notice Republic soldiers, too...

"Grenades won't be a problem, but the manor can most likely provide you with anything else you might need as well, especially in the armaments department.  And to assuage your concerns with Selonians, they're non-native to Corellia.  Evolved from rodents, sort of, but are bipedal.  They are fierce proponents of freedom, and are probably already combatting Imperial movements and supply lines.  Just make sure you prove you're not Imperial."

"That'll be easy enough.  Between the Jedi, two Republic soldiers, and a droid that exists to kill Sith," Seely says, "I don't know what the others are going to need, but if this place is sorted in armaments, we should be able to make do."

Failing all else, she wants to be armed to the teeth if the Sith are certain to betray them...

In requisitioning/grabbing from the manor, Seely will attempt to get a blaster rifle for herself, a few spare power packs, and a few grenades.  She'd naturally attempt to assist in the securing of anything else people might want.

Serina checks the power pack on her blaster pistol and shrugs.

"I've had some experience with rodents but eh... No, not with any intelligent ones anyway. Don't think I need anything beyond what I already have"

As much as she still thinks this whole thing is ill conceived, she'll be glad to be out of this place and be doing something, even if it is to meet rodents.

"We can try to convince them, but I'm starting to wonder who we're working for myself"

"Let's just hope we live through this to ask that Jedi Master just who he's made connections with," Seely whispers.

A thought seems to strike the Darth.  "If you wanted, you could provide some arms to the Selonians as...'gifts'.  I am not sure how they'd perceive a number of very armed individuals traipsing through their tunnels, but you can rest assured they'll not turn them back on you if you prove helpful to their cause."

"Hey, if you're willing to part with them, I'd be glad to help one of the few groups on this planet that still supports the Republic.  Besides, it might give us a hand in negotiations," Seely speaks at a more audible volume now.  The Darth is honest in this, if in nothing else.

"I am glad to see you're willing to help in this endeavor.  Please believe that I am not like most Sith...I will not say that I am distinctly unlike them, but we live in interesting times.  Perhaps some day I can return the favor you are doing for me.  Jutnam will be here soon.  Do you have any further questions?"  She folds her hands behind her back and waits.

"I hope I never need such a large favor.  There aren't many in the Galaxy who would put themselves out this far..." Seely states, before finally waiting for the others to ask further or to keep their silence.

"I'm trying to save the galaxy from within that which is trying to destroy it," responds the Sith, with the barest hint of a half-smile.  "Would that I could do it alone..."
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"Were that so easy, people like me would be teaching pretty boring history classes."

Shanda had listened to the discussion with some interest after the distraction of Rathiks situation. For the most part she had had nothing worthwhile to add to the discussion so she kept her peace. In terms of supplies she had all she required, though perhaps some form of illumination would be needed depending on how rough or maintained the tunnels would be.

Glancing back to Rathik a moment she looked to the hologram, "Will Rathik be joining us later at some point or is she to remain behind til someone else collects her? It seems unlikely that once we collect the force users that the opportunity to return here will be possible."

"She'll be in my care for a bit until I can get her offworld.  I agree with your assessment; it's a long trek...going back there will only increase the likelihood you'll run into trouble."  The Darth appraises you once more before the holo flickers again, suddenly replacing itself with the businessman guise.

"Thank you again," says Imperius' voice.

The door behind you slides open again, and Jutnam steps in.  He's still got a bit of a nervous shake, but barely noticeable, though it only gets worse when he sees the limp Sith in the corner.

Ussol says to him, "She's been subdued in a marvelous display of skill by these fine soldiers.  Jutnam, show the loyal servants of the Republic to the stockrooms.  Let them take what they need, plus a little extra as a token of my goodwill."  You can tell when he says 'a little extra' that he's referring to what you'd be giving to the Selonians.  "May I recommend extra grenades and other explosives.  When they've got what they require, show them to the tunnel entrance.  Take care, my friends."

The holo flickers out.

"At your service," says Jutnam, bowing lightly.  He guides you back to the lift, which takes you to what you would describe as less of a stockroom and more of a munitions dump.  There is a repulsorlift platform you can make use of to ferry some goods to the Selonians as well, so you don't have to carry all of it.

So only Seely is picking up some stuff?

Actually I'll change two of those grenades for stun grenades.  A hostage situation calls for not killing everybody, even if it's only technically a hostage situation.

Far as I'm concerned, we'll load up the Repulsorlift with whatever kinds of weapons they can use.  I figure Blaster Carbines would be suitable for tunnel fighting, but you know.

And sorry, I should clarify: you're 80km from the spaceport from your current position.  You're traveling to a point that gives you access to the rocket tram: this is about 20km away.  You'll be taking the rocket tram for the remaining 60.  Once I make sure no one else is picking up any munitions-type things, I'll set you on your way.

"Kit up. Remember, they may put non-combatants in the line of fire, so you might want to pick up a stun grenade.  They're pretty simple; the models used by the Republic Army were a simple two button, toss model, as you know, Sergeant," Seely explains.

That's a lot more feasible to travel than 80 km by foot, at least quickly.  This is basically my in-character and Out of character recommendation that everyone grab a stun grenade.

Serina considers taking one of the grenades and possible a spare power pack, but her utility belt already has one, and she wouldn't put it past the Sith to put a tracking device on something they give her, so she'll pass.

"Sounds like we have a fair trek ahead of us then"

Shanda tucked her hands into her robe sleeves once more and prepared to head out with the others, the deception over who the business man was in compared to what she really was was an interesting contrast. Still as she belted on her lightsaber she prepared for the trip ahead. "We should also take a few small arms for our escortees just in case they are unarmed."

Not requiring equipment for itself, EAS-05 browsed the weapons idly.  "I agree with Jedi Shanda.  What weapons would be preferred as token of goodwill, Commander Komad?"

"I'd say Carbines for our offering; they're smaller for tighter spaces.  Blaster pistols get more charge out of the power packs, though, too.  Mix it up, about six carbines to every four pistols." Seely glances at Shanda, "It's a sound idea, but we'll have to be careful to who we hand weapons.  Some of them might be younger than others."

How many pistols for the wee ones then?  3?

Three sounds like a reasonable amount, since we have to lug them.

Sorting everything out takes about 20 minutes, and you've got yourself a veritable shipment of weapons ready to hand over to the guerillas.  Grenades, a few explosives, a pair of heavy weapons with ammunition, and the aforementioned carbines and pistols.  The lift seems to take the load in stride, as though you've not put a thing on there.

Mr. Becc takes you deeper down the lift to one of the lowest levels.  The door that opens reveals a section of underground that has clearly been carved out by machinery, but opens up to a natural cave system after about 70 meters.  The air is cold, dense, and moist, and with the door open the air rushes past you, attempting to equalize pressure with the world above.

Jutnam hands each of you a flashlight except for Easy, who declines because he can see just fine.  He also takes the time to inform you, "We're about 300 meters down, heh."  It will take about four hours to reach your destination.  The old man bids you farewell, and you can see the lift begin taking him back up as the door closes.  With that, the air settles, and all you can now hear is the sound of your own breathing paired with the soft hum of the repulsorlift.

Onward?

The Twi'lek takes a moment to sling her newly acquired rifle.  It won't be much use now, but it'll come in handy later.  She also makes sure her grenades are properly secured in her bandolier.  There isn't anything quite as paranoia inducing as carrying potentially volatile bombs on one's torso...

"All right, I'll take point.  Easy, behind me with a weapon ready.  I'm going to stand in front so the first thing they see is someone without a blaster pointed their way.  Everyone else, I really don't care how you sort out as long as you're comfortable with the arrangement.  It's gonna get tight in here at points, so...eyes open, okay?" Seely keeps her flashlight pointed ahead, giving a few moments for everyone to sort themselves before moving ahead.

Shanda nodded simply, falling into step with the others. She kept alert as she took up the rear of the troop and followed Seelys lead.

EAS-05 was thankful the technicians had included superior sensors in its design.  The darkness was of no issue for it as it did a quick scan of its surroundings while the others prepared for the coming trek.

"Affirmative, Commander Komad." EAS-05 moved to take blaster pistol off the lift.  After giving the pistol a quick once over it falls into position, "I apologize in advance for any poor shots."

Serina takes a flashlight in one hand, her blaster pistol in the other and peers into the darkness, before glancing at Seely.

"Maybe I should take point, I've been around natural cave formations before. I have some experience with them."

Seely takes a moment to consider that, before finally drawing her blaster and yielding the front spot, "All right, but take care."

Serina nods and heads up to take the lead, keeping a very close eye out for any traps, either natural traps by the terrain, or unnatural ones set up to keep intruders out, as well as any animals, sometimes poisonous snakes live underground, or possibly poisonous insects as well.