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  1. Leena Kil

    Corellia

    Squeaky voices cried out across all open channels as rambling threats of death and carnage crowded the comms. Aboard the Imperial Momship, Reaper Joe directed the swarms of needle ships forward following the spewing laser fire of their fellow rebels. Nothing would stop them! Seeing the swarms of his brethren fall like piranha beetles towards the enemy cruisers, the Imperial Momship turned it’s attention elsewhere. “Fire upon the bad doing baddie Sith and make them pay with much screaming pain and internal organ-grinding suffering of despair.” Turbolaser fire spewed forth from the once-Imperial, squirrel-like overrun vessel. “The pesky bothersome death gnat spewing toothless metal mouth will be slapped shut for all permanence eternally. Run quickly as much as your stubby abnormally shorty short waddle legs might carry pull you before the supreme rain of superior Squibian morally justified Imperial firepower send your legless desecrated badly boomed bodies back into the furthestmost great beginning reaches of time space.” The corvette-sized needle ships raced through the empty space towards their prey until the rambling monstrosity of an enemy ship moved to cut them off. With the attention span of a squirrel burying a nut beneath a koja nut tree before winter when nuts fell from the sky they changed their course. Turning their attentions to the new lumbering target, the Squibs screamed their battle cries. Lengthy rambling threats of ship and child disembowelment filled the airwaves around the Black Bracer. It was an added bonus to the flaying tractor beams that leapt from the ships’ maws to try and tear at the thick armored plating of the enemy. Like the koja nuts, the sweet core within would be laid bare, ripe for the devouring. ____________________________________ Independent Jedi/Imperial Support Force: Sairdonga Destroyer Group (Turbolasers) Task Force Experience: Green (1xp) MCS MC75-Class Star Cruiser: Imperial Momship Formally Known As Admiral Sairdonga |20/20| Independent Jedi/Imperial Support Force: Death Harvest Catchers Hellriders: Hit and Run Tactics Squib Needle Ship: Catcher 1 |2/1| Squib Needle Ship: Catcher 1-2 |2/1| Squib Needle Ship: Catcher 1-2-3 |2/1| Squib Needle Ship: Catcher 1-2-3-4 |2/1| Squib Needle Ship: Catcher 1-3-3-4-5 |2/1| Squib Needle Ship: Catcher 1-2-3-4-5-6 |2/1| Squib Needle Ship: Catcher 1-2-3-4-5-6-7 |2/1| Squib Needle Ship: Catcher 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8 |2/1| Squib Needle Ship: Catcher 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9 |2/1| Squib Needle Ship: Catcher 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9-10 |2/1| Independent Jedi/Imperial Support Force: Sith Eaters Hellriders: Hit and Run Tactics Squib Needle Ship: Sith 0-1 |2/1| Squib Needle Ship: Sith 1-2 |2/1| Squib Needle Ship: Sith 2-3 |2/1| Squib Needle Ship: Sith 3-4 |2/1| Squib Needle Ship: Sith 4-5 |2/1| Squib Needle Ship: Sith 5-6 |2/1| Squib Needle Ship: Sith 6-7 |2/1| Squib Needle Ship: Sith 7-8 |2/1| Squib Needle Ship: Sith 8-9 |2/1| Squib Needle Ship: Sith 9-10 |2/1|
  2. Leena Kil

    Scarif

    Leena tensed slightly as the woman moved to embrace her. She did not resist, but her mind raced as she tried to comprehend everything. This woman had been on Mon Cal with her. Sandy indicated it had not been a fight that she could win. Maybe she was right. Maybe together they, three Jedi women, could return someday to Mon Cal and right the wrongs wrought there. Offering a smile to T’ali’au Leena stepped back to take in the distant derelict that was apparently the source of their mission; to stop some looming disaster. “What happened out there?” The girl whispered aloud. “This world is so beautiful, so peaceful. How did that thing come to spoil it?”
  3. Leena Kil

    Scarif

    Smiling, Leena turned at the sound of her name. Hurrying over to fall in step with Sandy, the young Jedi was just happy to feel a sense of peace about her. The whole place just seemed, peaceful. The woman Sandy waved at gave Leena pause as she felt an unsettling familiarity carried on the waves of the force. The Mon Cal’s eye went wide as she stared unblinking for several seconds. As soon as Sandy finished speaking Leena opened her mouth to speak. “She wasn’t waiting here for you the whole time Master Sarna,” she whispered. “I think she was . . . no. It couldn’t be. Could it?” With her eyes still focused on Sandy’s friend, Leena spoke a little louder; blurting out without any introduction, “Were you in Mon Cal too when the Sith attacked?”
  4. Leena Kil

    Scarif

    Leena smiled at Sandy, “Thank you Master Sarna. You are right. Of course you are. I am still a Jedi, regardless of what has happened or would have been. If this world needs healing and hope; then I am here for them. I hope my skills will be of more use and less explosive this time.” The ship shuddered as it broke atmosphere and descended towards the watery world below. Standing, Leena went over to the viewport, a gasp escaping her as she smiled. “It is very beautiful. Much like Mon Cal, only . . . different. The dark presences just do not permeate like they did back on the world I cane from. Someday, I would like to return there, when I am better prepared for the evils that lurk there, and make things right.” Leena steeled herself, turning her attention towards the future and the world that loomed ahead of them outside. As the ship settled, Leena quickly sat to remove her white plastoid boots and rush out to the warm sands outside. Her toes crunching it between them as she paused, letting the tides wash over her feet. A sense of happiness enveloped her. She was where she needed to be and in spite of what had happened, the force was with her. Reaching out, the girl let her worries and cares be swept out with the tides. Each lapping wave carrying with it the warmth of the glow of the force’s comfort and guidance; a warmth she let wash over her soul. Whatever was here, this was where she belonged.
  5. Leena Kil

    Space

    “We are an order at war though. What good am I if I cannot hold my own and serve the greater good? If I let hospitals and refugees get blown away? If I run when I ought to stand and fight? . . . even if I don’t know how to.” The girl paused, letting her own words soak in. “I guess I should have. Not sure what I could have done against such a force, but anything would have been better than nothing. I just would rather soothe suffering than be forced to create it. Isn’t that what we are doing charging out to fight the Sith warmachine?” The Mon Cal shoved her smooth hilt into her waistband. “I guess I am feeing ignorant. It feels like the whole order is gearing up towards war and the Grandmaster made it clear I wasn’t fit for the frontlines. That upsets me. I want to be a servant of the force, not a soldier, a good Jedi though too. I’ve seen what war does. I finally saw it in reality on Mon Cal. I’ve seen what war does, smelt it, tasted it, been in it up to my gills; but I was never in it in it. Then I was. I didn’t like it. I don’t want to make it. I want to heal it and keep it from happening to others, especially those who are innocent of its cause. It just doesn’t feel that is the Jedi that is needed or wanted. Maybe it isn’t the true Jedi Way.” Leena shrugged her shoulders as she looked at Sandy. “I just want to help.”
  6. Leena Kil

    Space

    Leena toyed with her saber hilt, deftly spinning the silver cylinder from fingertip to fingertip; her mind lost as it wandered within itself. Her eyes darted upwards to Sandy as the master spoke. Sitting up from her slouch she offered a feeble smile. “Master Sarna, I was just,” she looked the master up and down before taking a deep breath and continuing. “How did you know you were meant to be a Jedi? I mean, when did you know that you were heeding the force’s call? I just cannot help but wonder if, well, maybe; maybe I was not meant to be a Jedi.” ”Look at this,” she held her lightsaber hilt up, pointing it towards the ceiling, “I know the basics, but thats it. I cannot even remember the last time I actually used it in a fight. I used to not even carry it. The last time I activated it I used it to threaten another Jedi; then we about got blown up. I’m not some leader of soldiers or protector of worlds like you or the Grandmaster or so many other of the greats.” “Is the grandmaster sidelining me because I am not a fighter? Could you teach me how to be a great warrior like you. Maybe then I could prove that I am true Jedi.“ Leena’s ramble came to a halt as she looked expectantly, albeit hesitantly at Sandy. The truth was, she didn’t like fighting. She was a healer, a beacon of light in the ragged galaxy. If she was to be a Jedi though, she would do what she had to do; if that meant slicing and dicing her way through Sith troopers, well then, so be it. ______________ The Mantis hung back as Sandy approached Leena. It was not something he was needed for. What the Jedi Master had said about their destination coupled with her attire change into less-than-traditional Jedi garb had given him pause. Heading back to his spartan quarters, he would change. A Jensaarai was more than his armor after all. A light white robe over a pocketed tunic of gray would have to suffice. He could still carry enough supplies to fee confident should the worst arrive; but he wouldn’t be relying on his body glove to continually whisk away his heat and sweat. The Mantis really was not a fan of standing around and sweating without cause.
  7. Leena Kil

    Space

    Zipping through hyperspace, the Jedi Shuttle hurtled towards it’s destination. The ship fulfilled it’s duty as intended. It did not ask any questions. It went where it was directed and it did not question it’s purpose. Leena pondered these things as she sat on a cushioned bench in the common area of the vessel. Why couldn’t she be more like this starship? Be a Jedi. Bring peace, not chaos. Stand for the oppressed and downtrodden, not flee at the sight of the enemy. Turning these thoughts over in her head, Leena turned the hilt of her lightsaber over in her hands with the same rhythm. End over end the signature weapon and symbol of the Jedi turned and tumbled through her deft hands. It symbolized who she was supposed to be. She took pride in it and hated it at the same time. “Maybe you’re not meant to be a Jedi Knight Leena Kil. The MedCorps wouldn’t be so bad even without . . .” she paused, shaking her head to try and drive the thought out of her mind. _____________________________________ Elsewhere on the craft, the armored Mantis finished cleaning his grayed Jensaarai armor, leaving a dull gray hue across the pieces. It was a Jedi training or meditation room. The Jensaarai had found it a refuge in which to contemplate. The ritualistic cleaning of his armor was as much meditation as the battle-ready maneuvers practiced within the waves of the force. “I guard my emotions, Lest they control me.” The warrior spoke softly as he began to pull his armored boots and armored leg plating into place. “I guard my kin, through unity,” He placed his chest piece into place, looking at Sandy. “We are strong.” Reaching down, The Mantis picked up his bracers and began to carefully afix them. “I guard justice,” He continued as he finished securing his arms. “For true justice is the path to peace.” Picking up others bits of armor, the Corellian expertly secured the oieces into place without even having to look. Continuing, his voice dropped to a loud whisper, “I guard Knowledge, lest the truth is forgotten.” Picking up his belt, the Jensaarai slung it into place, before methodically placing each weapon in it’s assigned space. “I guard life, because from life the force flows.” ”These are the tenants of the Jensaarai way Jedi Sarna. We were born of differences with the Jedi; but like the Jedi we stand for what is good. We seek a peaceful life;” he picked up his helmet and walked towards Sandy with a warm smile, “but we will do what must be done to preserve peace for our own and those who stand with us.” $:$/ He gestured towards the door, “Shall we walk?” Strolling down the ship’s corridors, The Mantis spoke, trying to explain the ways of the Jensaarai while also honoring his oath to protect them. ”Many who find their home amongst the Jensaarai are like Jedi Kil. They live in peace with their world, nurturing and creating in a galaxy of destruction and chaos. We protect them and they make us whole. Together, we seek the truths that the galaxy wishes us to not see. In true truth, real justice can be found. In that justice, true peace lives and flourishes. Not under the shadows of untruth. We operate there so that others may not” Pausing at the threshold to the room where Leena was pondering, The Mantis took his helmet and gently placed it on his head with a click. “I will remain at the edges of the shadows. Unless needed, nobody will even know I am there. Right now,” he pointed towards the room where Leena sat, “I believe young Leena needs a Jedi to help her right now. May the force be with you Master Jedi.” _______________________________ Staring down at her lightsaber, Leena did not even notice as the others approached just outside. The force rippled around the young Jedi as she questioned her position in the galaxy. She held onto the thought that the Grandmaster had sent her on another mission; but something made her wonder if it was not just a way to get her out of the way and not deal with the catastrophe she had been a part of on Mon Cal. After all, it had seemed like the Grandmaster had confirmed that Leena was not meant to fight the rising darkness. Fighting the darkness was what the Grandmaster wanted; where the order was directed and she was not to be a part of that direction. How long could she remain a Jedi if she did not conform?
  8. Leena smiled warmly as Sandy came over; before she could express her relief that they had left without her though, the Jedi Master turned her attention to the Jensaarai Defender standing a short distance behind her. She had not given much thought to the fact that he was NOT, strictly speaking, a Jedi, and that other Jedi may not know who, what, or why he was there. Swallowing the warm gloppy cereal in her mouth she tried to answer; but the Corellian man behind her spoke first. “I am a kindred spirit to the Jedi; a defender of justice, knowledge, brotherhood, and life. I seek truth where it may be found. I am a Jensaarai and my oath is to aid this Jedi, and by her, all Jedi, in the journey to bring about peace to the galaxy.” He kept his helmet tucked under his arm as he looked over the newly arrived Jedi. “And you need no introduction Knight Sarna. I have read of your exploits and trials. It will be an honor to stand alongside you both as we journey together.” Offering a somewhat warm smile as he looked at Leena and then back to Sandy. Swallowing her food Leena continued, babbling to get the words that had been caught behind her breakfast out. “This is Defender Mantis. He is a Jensaarai. From what I understand they split from the Jedi a long long time ago, but not like the Imperial Knights did ya know? They came to help us beat back the Sith. Apparently I helped nurse Defender Mantis back to health back on Coruscant and he has been called by the force to come and help me and keep me from being swarmed by the forces of darkness so I can focus on helping to heal the damage the darkness has caused throughout the galaxy. Isn’t that right?” Leena glanced back at the older Corellian who was trying to track everything Leena had just spat out in explanation. “Well I . . .” “After what happened on Mon Cal, I couldn’t be more surprised and pleased with how the force provides. Apparently there are other Jensaarai here too, but they are on a secret mission or something. Need to know kind of stuff I guess. I guess I do not need to know. After everything, I just, I dunno. I’m glad to be going where we aren’t getting blown up, shot at, invaded, or hunted by something truly dark.” Pausing Leena looked around the room before leaning forward and whispering to Sandy, “Maybe we can talk about that sometime soon when there aren’t so many folks around?” Sitting back up she continued, “But I am done here and Defender Mantis finished, he said, before I even showed up. So let me take my dishes over to the wash station and I’ll be ready to go. I don’t even know what we are doing, but the Grandmaster said this would be a good mission for me.” Trotting off to dump her tray, Leena left The Mantis and Sandy alone for a moment. “She is young. Full of life and brightness. A guiding star amongst the cosmos.” As soon as Leena got back to the group, she would be ready to depart.
  9. Leena slowly nodded. It was not the response she had necessarily expected. The darkness had permeated the very pores of Mon Cal. Even if she had no memory of it, it was the home of Leena’s people. Maybe that was why she felt such a connection to it. The Grandmaster clearly had bigger worries than Leena and her mission. That much was apparent; but to not even comment on the Jedi who were still there? Did they not deserve rescue? Maybe they had gotten out and Leena was just not privy to such knowledge. They were, after all, undercover. Right? Leena was not remanded to her quarters or to some obscure corner of the galaxy to heal others and mend agricultural injuries. Quite to opposite; she had been told to accompany Master Sarna to Scarif. Steeling herself in the force, Leena nodded in compliance and made her way out of the room, head held high. It could be the desperate times they were in, but she was still a Jedi. Walking down the hall, she felt the smooth silvery hilt of her signature weapon bouncing rhythmically against her thigh. The young Mon Cal smiled. Jedi or no, she knew her place in the galaxy. She was there to heal the broken hearted, to bind their wounds and to restore not only their bodies, but their souls. Perhaps, whatever awaited her on Scarif would allow her to do just that. And, perhaps, she ran her fingers along the hilt, she could learn a thing or two about combatting the dark on a physical plain from the famed Sandy Sarna. Turning, Leena made her way to the Healer’s quarters where she could find new robes, and if she was honest, an extra set or two, rest, and peace. Settling into her bunk, Leena crossed her legs, the backs of her hands against her knees as she leaned back and stared at the ceiling. This was her home. Here, she felt peace. Reaching within, the young girl felt the surging warmth of light in her chest. Inhaling, she drew on the light around her. Exhaling, she sent that light back out in an invisible cleansing surge pushing back any tendrils of darkness that dared creep into her domain of peace and life. Leena did know how long she sat there, embraced in the warm flow of the force. What she did know is that when she finally awoke, it was morning and she felt refreshed. Grabbing her extra gear, Leena hurried out of her quarters. If she hurried, she’d have time to grab breakfast before meeting up with Master Sarna for their mission.
  10. Leena blinked in surprise at the Jedi before her. Before she had time to object, the veteran warrior silenced her with a finger. ‘Scarif . . . healing . . . ‘ she pondered the request. She felt like an utter disappointment, but someone wanted her help and people needed healing. How could she not help. Before she could respond Sandy Sarna was gone. Lost in her thoughts Leena began to make her way down the corridors. Who was she supposed to report to even? Other Jedi were involved. Other Jedi were probably dead. That was more important than a medical checklist on the sick, dead, and recovered. Pondering it as she walked along, Leena turned the thoughts over and over in her head. She really had no other choice; she knew it. Such a report needed to be made to the Grandmaster. If someone, a Jedi, was still alive on Mon Cal and needed rescuing, the Grandmaster would be the one to arrange it! But where was the Grandmaster? Reaching out on the force, Leena could feel the calming waves of goodness and light ebbing and flowing throughout the base. “Uhhhhhh.” she wondered aloud. “Seems a bit odd for a Jedi to drool on themselves in the hallway” a cool calm voice reverberated out of what had just been vacant space. The armored being caused Leena to draw back, startled; his armor bore a resemblance to the ancient Sith she had seen in the holocrons, but the shadowy signature he cast in the force was decidedly good. Oh! Uhm hello there. I did not see you there. Are you a Jedi? You don’t look like any Jedi I have ever seen. I’m sorry. I am just a bit distracted. We got attacked by the Sith and I was, well, lost in my thoughts. Do you know where the Grandmaster is? I need to report what happened.” She yammered until the armored being held up his hand to silence her. “I am not a Jedi, but a searcher for the truth and a disciple of light. You saved my life once on the battlefields of Coruscant. I am here now to ensure your life-saving efforts continue unthwarted with blessings from my order.” “Oh. Well that is a lot to take in. I cannot say I recognize you in all that armor though. Coruscant you say? I treated a lot of pretty banged up folks there.” Leena’s mind churned. The man seemed sincere enough. But where did he come from? It seemed too coincidental to be a coincidence. “I would welcome your company though mister, master . . . ahhhh, not-Jedi? I guess we’ll be heading off world tomorrow if you want to come with me. I need to go find the Grandmaster though first.” “Defender Mantis is my name. I would be honored to accompany you. Trust me. They will not even know I am there. Such is the way of the Jensaarai. The Grandmaster is in the great hall, if you were wondering.” “Oh! Thanks Master, errr, Defender Mantis. I’ll see you soon!” Leena turned and scurried off to find Grandmaster Adenna. Entering the hall, Leena slowed, trying to maintain a level of decorum. Still, she couldn’t help be nervous. What she had to report was bot exactly good news and she. Really didn’t know the Grandmaster except for by site. Seeing the leader of their order at the other end of the hall, Leena cautiously cleared her voice with a cough, “Uhhhh. Excuse me Grandmaster? Leena Kil, Jedi Apprentice healer here with a report from Mon Cal. I regret to inform you that things did not go well there. I fear that the world has fallen to the Sith and there may be Jedi captured or dead. The darkness on the world was, well, like nothing I have ever sensed before.” Leena launched into as much detail as she could remember about the ordeal; the hospital explosion, the attack on the refugee compound, the pits, the darkness, the floods, Nia and Mjan and their whole company. By the end tears streamed down her face. “I feel like a failure, worthy and capable of nothing more than serving as an assistant in the chemicalized sterile environments of Jedi healing centers; but Master Sarna has asked me to accompany her to Scarif too. What am I supposed to do?”
  11. Leena Kil

    Corellia

    Churning into the fringes of Corellian territory, a large Imperial Starcruiser and her escorts made a frightening headway towards the planet and surround claimed space. The comms crackled to life as they drew nearer, “Let us make it the most rushed upon doomed ending the would be power mongering sith of deepest darkness have ever seen!” The comms aboard the large capital ship responded to the Imperial call for battle across the rebel comms. “The Squibian Allied Forces of the Jedi and Empire are here to fulfill their contract and ensure the total annihilation of bad big guy nasty nasty stinky Sith lords of darkest dark and their vile forces of destruction and despair. The Imperial Momship Formerly Known As Admiral Sairdonga and her minion swarms of Death Harvest Catchers and Sith Eaters have arrived to fall upon the foes of freedom with infathomless terror and chattering of razored teeth.” Swarming about the Imperial warship two dozen Squib-made corvettes darted back and forth scanning the ship for structural weaknesses before the upcoming battle. _________________________________ Independent Jedi/Imperial Support Force: Sairdonga Destroyer Group (Turbolasers) Task Force Experience: Green (1xp) MCS MC75-Class Star Cruiser: Imperial Momship Formally Known As Admiral Sairdonga |20/20| Independent Jedi/Imperial Support Force: Death Harvest Catchers Hellriders: Hit and Run Tactics Squib Needle Ship: Catcher 1 |2/1| Squib Needle Ship: Catcher 1-2 |2/1| Squib Needle Ship: Catcher 1-2-3 |2/1| Squib Needle Ship: Catcher 1-2-3-4 |2/1| Squib Needle Ship: Catcher 1-3-3-4-5 |2/1| Squib Needle Ship: Catcher 1-2-3-4-5-6 |2/1| Squib Needle Ship: Catcher 1-2-3-4-5-6-7 |2/1| Squib Needle Ship: Catcher 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8 |2/1| Squib Needle Ship: Catcher 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9 |2/1| Squib Needle Ship: Catcher 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9-10 |2/1| Squib Needle Ship: Catcher 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9-10-11 |2/1| Squib Needle Ship: Catcher 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9-10-11-12 |2/1| Independent Jedi/Imperial Support Force: Sith Eaters Hellriders: Hit and Run Tactics Squib Needle Ship: Sith 0-1 |2/1| Squib Needle Ship: Sith 1-2 |2/1| Squib Needle Ship: Sith 2-3 |2/1| Squib Needle Ship: Sith 3-4 |2/1| Squib Needle Ship: Sith 4-5 |2/1| Squib Needle Ship: Sith 5-6 |2/1| Squib Needle Ship: Sith 6-7 |2/1| Squib Needle Ship: Sith 7-8 |2/1| Squib Needle Ship: Sith 8-9 |2/1| Squib Needle Ship: Sith 9-10 |2/1| Squib Needle Ship: Sith 10-11 |2/1| Squib Needle Ship: Sith 11-12 |2/1|
  12. Leena smiled as she hopped down off the transport, a spring in her step. It had taken several days to recover from her ordeal on Mon Cal and she was still not sure of what had all happened or the outcome. Passing out after her expulsion of force powers, the crew of the ship had spirited her to safety and helped arrange transport for her back to the Jedi. Even as the chaos of what she did remember on Mon Cal played at the back of her mind, Leena couldn’t help but smile. She had survived. She had helped, somehow. Still, she needed to tell somebody about what had happened; the explosion at the hospital, the other Jedi, the Sith acolyte, the raid on the warehouse, everything. There was a darkness there, a darkness that needed the attention of more Jedi than just her and the two strange refugee Jedi. Making her way through the Jedi compound on Nar Shaddaa, Leena pondered what came next. Maybe she was better fit for a hospital wing. Things tended to not explode there. Rounding a corner, Leena came to an abrupt stop as she pressed herself against the wall to avoid running into a warrior Jedi, Sandy Sarna. “Oh! Excuse me Master Jedi,” she stammered lowering her head in reverence. “I was lost in my own thoughts and not paying attention to the world around me. You see, I, well, I just got here and was going to go report in on what happened. Then,” she sighed looking downcast, her voice falling with her emotions, “I thought I would return to the infirmary. Nothing tends to blow up there.”
  13. Fleet Commander NPC Identity Real Name: Jolementine-ynn-traiiling A.K.A: Reaper Joe Homeworld: Space Species: Squib Physical Description Age: 28 Height: 3’10” Weight: 70 lbs Fur: Green Eyes: Black Sex: male Equipment Clothing or Armor: A pair of baggy cargo shorts and a leather vest each lined with several visible and hidden pockets, a large commodore type hat, faded and stained with age Weapons: Duel Ion Blaster Pistols, multiple knives Common Inventory: A myriad of tools from small saws, to drivers and pries Faction Information Force User, Force Sensitive or Non-Force User NO Alignment: Lawful Neutral Current Faction Affiliation: Rebel Alliance / Jedi Current Faction Rank: NPC fleet command History Background: Reaper Joe is a Squib leader of a large band of salvaging experts. He came into the title due to a series of orchestrated trades and accidents. For the last half decade he has les his faithful band scavenging and salvaging the remains of ‘accidents’ and space battles; sometimes before they are quite finished. It was on one of these occasions that The Squibs came under fire from an unidentified force that left their ragtag band devastated and for dead in the void of space. Dead, that is, if not rescued by a certain young Jedi, Leena Kil and company. From then on, the Squibs and Leena developed a strange friendship; a friendship resulting in the Squibs coming to the aid of the Jedi and the fledgling Rebel Alliance.
  14. Independent Jedi/Imperial Support Force: Sairdonga Destroyer Group (Turbolasers) Task Force Experience: Green (1xp) MCS MC75-Class Star Cruiser: Imperial Momship Formally Known As Admiral Sairdonga |20/20| Captain: The Most Highest Admiral of Mighty Mightiness His Excellency Reaper Joe Crew: Squib pirate salvagers, junkers, and spacers Background: The Imperial Momship Formally Known as Admital Sairdonga, officially known as the Admiral Sairdonga, is an Anaxes war college training vessel that has been placed on loan to a band of Squib spacers under the command of Jolementine-ynn-traiiling aka Reaper Joe after the Squibs arrived en masse insistent on repaying a life debt of which the details still remain vague; but include the saving of several Squibian lives by the actions of a collection of Jedi. The vessel, usually manned by recruits, but setting in drydock was loaned to the Squib spacers under very specific contract so as to assist in the fight against the “Bad big guy nasty nasty stinky Sith lords of darkest dark” and to return it unscathed. The ship was designated to act as a command ship from which the Squib could operate the remainder of their ragtag fleet. Independent Jedi/Imperial Support Force: Death Harvest Catchers Hellriders: Hit and Run Tactics Task Force Experience: Green (1xp) Squib Needle Ship: Catcher 1 |2/1| Squib Needle Ship: Catcher 1-2 |2/1| Squib Needle Ship: Catcher 1-2-3 |2/1| Squib Needle Ship: Catcher 1-2-3-4 |2/1| Squib Needle Ship: Catcher 1-3-3-4-5 |2/1| Squib Needle Ship: Catcher 1-2-3-4-5-6 |2/1| Squib Needle Ship: Catcher 1-2-3-4-5-6-7 |2/1| Squib Needle Ship: Catcher 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8 |2/1| Squib Needle Ship: Catcher 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9 |2/1| Squib Needle Ship: Catcher 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9-10 |2/1| Squib Needle Ship: Catcher 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9-10-11 |2/1| Squib Needle Ship: Catcher 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9-10-11-12 |2/1| Captains: The role of commander on such ships is rather fluid depending on the moment and the activity being undertaken. Crew: Squib pirate salvagers, junkers, and spacers Background: The largest of the self-designed and constructed Squib Needle Ships rival standard class corvettes in size and ability. While not equipped with cannons or missile banks, the ships boast numerous high powered tractor beams that are useful for salvaging. Having turned their outlooks to war the tractor beams are not large enough to prevent enemy vessels from getting away, but are accurate enough so as to be used for pinpoint destructive activities. The Squib Needle Ships are assigned to the Rebellion under the same brokered deal as the Admiral Sairdonga. Independent Jedi/Imperial Support Force: Sith Eaters Hellriders: Hit and Run Tactics Task Force Experience: Green (1xp) Squib Needle Ship: Sith 0-1 |2/1| Squib Needle Ship: Sith 1-2 |2/1| Squib Needle Ship: Sith 2-3 |2/1| Squib Needle Ship: Sith 3-4 |2/1| Squib Needle Ship: Sith 4-5 |2/1| Squib Needle Ship: Sith 5-6 |2/1| Squib Needle Ship: Sith 6-7 |2/1| Squib Needle Ship: Sith 7-8 |2/1| Squib Needle Ship: Sith 8-9 |2/1| Squib Needle Ship: Sith 9-10 |2/1| Squib Needle Ship: Sith 10-11 |2/1| Squib Needle Ship: Sith 11-12 |2/1| Captains: The role of commander on such ships is rather fluid depending on the moment and the activity being undertaken. Crew: Squib pirate salvagers, junkers, and spacers Background: The largest of the self-designed and constructed Squib Needle Ships rival standard class corvettes in size and ability. While not equipped with cannons or missile banks, the ships boast numerous high powered tractor beams that are useful for salvaging. Having turned their outlooks to war the tractor beams are not large enough to prevent enemy vessels from getting away, but are accurate enough so as to be used for pinpoint destructive activities. The Squib Needle Ships are assigned to the Rebellion under the same brokered deal as the Admiral Sairdonga.
  15. ‘We are all. We are none. We are servants. We. Are. Free.’ The voice echoed in Xar’s circuits to no one but the droid. It’s voice pulses of energy that faded into the noise of the electronic whirlings. Suddenly the attached head began to fizzle and spark, sending flashes of blue across the darkness. A loud pop followed with an blinding flash of white as the head disconnected from Xar’s and fell with a splash in the waters at the droid’s feet. Meanwhile, the advancing legion of shamblers and durasteel closed on the party. They seemed undissuaded by the return fire. Wherever one fell another seemed to materialize to take it’s place. Some of the droids sent arcing traced of blue electricity skittering across the water as they fell. The beast’s tentacles swished through the waters, grabbing and pulling any leg or limb it could find in the waters, dragging the unlucky owners towards the toothy maw and it’s rancid breath. Those who radiates the force the strongest were the choicest morsels and the tentacles beast sought them out the hardest. “Come to me my children” it whispered across the battlefield. And then, it happened, the shimmering orb with it’s ominous flashing red flashing countdown light was hurled and accelerated towards the maw. In the chaos, it was not something to be simply batted away, even as it thudded into the visible maw of the creature, wedging itself amongst it’s teeth right above the waterline. The red light blinked, increasing in frequency. Seconds passed as the onslaught throughout the chamber continued. Then, it happened. The baridum core began to enter a state of fusion. The rapidly expanding field consuming all in it’s path as it tore through water, flesh, droid, and shambling undead. 25 meters in every direction the field cut, shifting the waters as they rushed to press in on the chasm that the explosion opened downwards, mingling with the chunks of severed tentacles. The ever present darkness that assaulted everyone within faltered as pain and agony pulsed through the air. The pressing assault came to a near standstill as the shambling undead and most of the robotic enforcers seemed to blink in and out of existence, once, twice, thrice, before vanishing entirely. A half dozen armed droids pressed onwards, wielding their aged pikes expertly as they closed on the Sith and their troopers. Behind the group, the three droids that had been holding back the deluge stopped. The purple glow on their hands fading as they turned, the thunderous crash of water filling the cavern as they turned, sure footed and leapt. Two towards Xar, reaching and grasping for wires and loose plates, tearing and pulling. Another at Nok Morliss, intent on rendering flesh from bone with it’s vice-like fingers. The maw heaved painfully, expelling more dusty spores into the atmosphere as it fell still, the voice calling weakly across the force, “Be free my children. Carry forth my will to the stars once again. They shall not resist you.” With that, a sucking sound as fleshy appendages detached from the cortosis walls about the maw, the creature began to fall away, the sea pouring in across the wounded creature, bathing the room in darkness. ____________________ Meanwhile, back topside, Leena’s powerful strokes brought her closer and closer to the city. The attack was still going as strong as ever. The city fell steadily, small pockets of resistance only a temporary speedbump to the inevitable end. Those who were lucky enough to make it to any matter of air or water vessel were trying to escape the city. It was one of the later, an angular luxury yacht painted a shimmering white and yellow bore down on Leena. Slowing as it came close. Several ragged and warn citizens reaching down to help pull the young Mon Cal aboard. Fear and worry was etched across every line of their fishy faces. “Get her inside with the others. Are you ok miss?” Leena carefully picked herself up slowly nodding her tired head. “Yes. I, uh, thank you,” she smiled weakly. Fishing her lightsaber out of her robes and hanging it on her waist. The crewmen recoiled in shock whispering amongst themselves before one ran off to alert whoever was in charge of the boat. “You’re a Jedi? Can you help us?” One of the remaining men asked tentatively. Leena nodded and was whisked to what was once an elegant lounge area, now filled with the injured and dying. Without waiting a moment, Leena pushed her weariness from her mind and closing her eyes, began to reach out, cataloging injuries and sending a reassuring wave of positive purifying energy wafting across the room. Kneeling next to a Quarren woman with bad burns across her face and arms, Leena instinctively reached for her med kit, which was gone. “Does anyone have a first aid kit?” she queried loudly. Before anyone could answer, an anxious voice buzzed across the ship wide comms; “Brace for impact! Incoming!” Within moments the entire ship shuddered and groaned, windows shattering as laser fire pummeled the ship from above. The whine of fighter craft streaking overhead was enough to tell anyone who couldn’t see what was happening what was going on. They were not going to let them escape. Standing up, Leena ran out onto the deck looking up. In the distance, she saw the craft arcing about in a wide circle to begin another straffing run. Screams echoed across the ship as the refugees came to a realization that they were doomed to die. Leena felt her fists balled at her sides. Carefully she exhaled, allowing the force to flow through her and purge the tension that had overtaken her. Pushing the emotions away, Leena reached inward to grasp at the core of light she carried within. Inhaling and exhaling, she fanned the glowing embers of light. It grew. Leena held it, fanning it as her palms extended wide and she raised her arms, stretching out at shoulder high. She felt for any spark of light, of hope, love, and goodness. She fanned them and called them towards her. The ships whined as they ducked low, their cannons opening fire as they sent geysers of superheated water Rocketing into the air with the blasts of their heavy lasers. Just as the blasterfire began to rock the ship, Leena inhaled deeply, opened her eyes and stared at the ships intently. Exhaling, she raised her hands, pointing her bladed fingers at the formation of fighters. Like a whirlpool of white, lightnside energies burst forth from the small Mon Cal Jedi swirling forth to jostle and toss the screaming fighters in winds and waves of energy, frying sensors and disrupting gyroscoptic sensors, shutting down power sources and turning the vessels into state-of-the-art giant hunks of metal. The ships tumbled overhead, overcome by the onslaught of light side energies, crashing into the crystalline waters like eggs on duracrete. Leena did not see this though as she collapsed to the deck, her eyes rolling back in her head. Her chest rose and fell heavily, her body exhausted by the expulsion of energies. The yacht raced onwards. Shock and awe at the Jedi display giving way to a scurrying rush as the ship’s crew sought to seize the opening for escape.
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