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A squadron of A-Wing starfighters appeared out of hyperspace in Ryloth's orbit. These fighters, designed to serve as recon vessels and hit-and-run skirmishers, were split into three flights of four ships. Immediately after they arrived, they drifted with their disproportionately large engines kept on idle, with their sensor jammers active to mitigate the chance they would be detected.

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Dancing girls were especially prized, and as Twi'lek communities were established throughout the Republic and elsewhere, they found numerous eager markets. The slaves were often sold by 'contract,' as a feeble way of evading antislavery laws.

 

Female Twi'lek consorts and companions soon became a status symbol among the rich and the decadent throughout the Galactic Republic a vast slave-trading network

 

A deep lumbering sigh escaped his serpent lips. His eyes gazed down upon the rather inhospitable world that lay before him. It was a sad place really, the whole world was nothing more than a rape victim. The galaxy had been most unkind to Ryloth. First there was the business with the weather. Nasty stuff and as unavoidable as a lecherous stepfather around his preteen daughter. Of course females themselves did not fare well on Ryloth. Dancing girls are a prized possession for many humans. Twi'lek girls, young, naive have had whole communities and entire markets established to pimping them out. After all there is little a dancing girl can do if her human 'owner' decides to get a little frisky. Not to say that there were not female Twi'lek consorts and companions through out the galaxy already with more being created everyday. It was a vast slave-trading network meant to supply the rich and decadent with their own living breathing status symbols.

 

Though having their women often enslaved wasn't all there was to raping a world. The entire species was more likely to be dealt with as livestock than as intelligent beings. Furthermore the one legitimate export that they had, was commonly stripped form their land, perverted and twisted to become the sick high of a random individual. It was an enslaved world, who kept its own collar around its neck. He knew he wouldn't be the one to change that. At least not now but, he could find those who were far below down trodden and poor to see the galaxy as he saw it. When voices were raised, they were heard, and voices heard attract attention. Which is what he wanted.

 

There was no hassle going into Lessu which was one of the two capital cities. He had no idea how they managed to have two capitals but, he did find it interesting that one was completely underground while the other was the opposite. Landing in a starport, he paid his docking fee and got out, as an officer of the New Republic. He knew soon that title wouldn't mean much. He would no doubt be submitted papers in order to rejoin the military. The new military that was being created out of a hybrid of former enemies. If he wasn't sent such documents, he would drummed out of the military. Never having a handler and being able to call his own shots, kept him from having that conversation already. Especially since the new military hadn't been created yet. So he was working with in a set time frame before the weight of the New republic failed to have any pull.

Basically what it came down to was it was time to get to work. He had a number of options. He could lose the form of the giant snake. Go native and rally up a cry that way. It could work, it was possible but, he would then have to deal with a lot of variables. Such as the clan he was from, why he was so unheard of, and a work history. He would really have to sell this twi'lek thing. Which could take a number of months before he was ready. He liked the other plan better. A disgruntled New Republic officer on a vacation. That was he has no business to attend to, which allowed him to move with out the need of a work alibi. He would simply begin showing his displeasure as how the human run, owned and operated military had treated him. They had after all inadvertently killed his love interest. Though he was sure he had paid them back in kind for that.

He had been operating in this galaxy a long time. A very long time. It didn't take him too long to get set up and then to get into a fight. He was quite aware of the Twi'lek mentality. Far more willing to ride out any storm than to take a stand. As such to rile any of them up, he had to make slander against their pride.

 

"My people, the Twi'leks, have an ancient and rich history of non-violence. We prefer intellect and cleverness to outright brutality."

He scoffed at those words and returned to his drink. He had come out for some of the night life. He had already been on world for about two days, and already his name and appearance had begun to make rounds. He had allowed for hints to drop about how he felt about the galaxy, the murder humans seemed to inflict on the galaxy, and the wars humans always seemed to be fighting. He had even picked a fight with a smuggler and then shown him his rank cylinder before things got to far out of hand. Which was about to happen right now unless he played his cards right. A hand firmly clasped his shoulder.

 

”œWhat do you find to be so funny friend?”

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Captain Rahalin II entered the atmosphere of Ryloth, his newly acquired Lamda class transport the former provenance of a now deceased human smuggler. That that smuggler had also happened to be involved with the transport of several Twi'lek slave girls had definitely entered into the equation and would have been reason enough in a galaxy dedicated to justice.

 

Technically, the galaxy was dedicated to justice, but only if you were human. So, when Toral had executed the human responsible for the shuttle and its contents, he had been informed by his Imperial military ”œsuperiors”

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The massive snake form twisted in order to better view the new speaker. A sparkle came to his eye as a grin formed. He looked the being up and down briefly, noting that above all this one seemed like a fighter. It would do well to make sure he was not a bounty hunter or assassin seeking him out.

 

"Now then friend, that is the question. Though perhaps better still is what can we do about it."

 

He turned and glanced at the door. Other patrons seemed to be discussing his words but were not expecting anything else out of him for tonight. That was good because that meant he could talk to this being in private.

 

"Though I doubt this open air is a good place for such stimulating conversation. Perhaps you know of a better location?"

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"Though I doubt this open air is a good place for such stimulating conversation. Perhaps you know of a better location?"

 

Rahalin eyed Apophenian closely for a minute, as if weighing the amount of trust to place in a person he had just met when he was actually deciding the manner in which he wanted to reply. They had the crowd's attention, and he decided that recruitment should begin here and now.

 

Eventually, he responded to the man's question in a way sure to be antagonistic to the crowd and a veiled challenge to Apophenian himself. "If you mean more than the talk so many of my cowardly people waste my time with, I have an estate a short distance from the city where we may," here Rahalin loaded his comment with sarcasm, "hold a stimulating conversation. I have a speeder nearby that can take us there, if need be."

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There came a time in the life of many where they had to take a risk. They had to take a chance or else everything could pass them by. Though the being before him was heavily armed, he was clearly a cut above the rest of the rabble in the room. He just stood out like the kind of guy who could help make things happen, or hamper and sabotage. Either way he seemed like a do-er and that is what he needed right now a do-er.

 

The big snake slithered up to the Twi'lek.

 

"Lead the way but, do be careful, your kind is not known for bravery when alone. Perhaps you should bring others with you. Others who would be willing to add to the discussion."

 

His eyes shifted around the room. He was in fact attempting to get more of a Force. Though he had found them in a bar, this could be the group that starts a movement that shook the galaxy.

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An old YT-1300 appeared out of hyperspace on the far side of Ryloth. Its occupants an Twi'lek and an Bothan. Both were former Republic SF soldiers of Sentinel Squadron. Now that that the Republic was gone. Replaced by this Galactic Alliance they appeared to be at loose ends. Yet they had a purpose.

 

Within a short while of appearing they landed in the perpetual twilight zone. Disembarking they hooked up with an old contact the Twi'lek still ahd and began their work. Slicing into the spaceport security frames and landing logs. Both experts at intrusion and sabotage they knew that the inept security of Ryloth wouldn't be able to detect them in the system. Besides their contact happened to be head of the Spaceport Authority. Handy who you knew.

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Rahalin twitched his his lekku at the bare insult implied by the man's words. To the other twi-lek at the bar, it spoke volumes about his reason for walking out of the bar ahead of the man.

 

That did not mean Rahalin could not see the man. The imaging system built into his helmet allowed him as surely as if he had been standing in front of him He sincerely hoped the man was not foolish to attempt to harm a someone clad in Mandolorian armor.

 

Then again, people had been attempting to just that for several millenium despite the reputation of Mandolorians or was it because of it.

 

Rahalin led the man to where his speeder was parked. The two seat vehicle quickly started with a quiet hum. He looked towards Apoph and said, "Shall we?"

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The two agents were on a roll. They had discovered a match that fit several of the parameters for their target. A highly encrypted, tight beam transmission was sent to Coruscant via secure means. This was so the boss knew they were onto something. They could now safely go about IDing the target.

 

The Bothan began slicing into various security grids city-wide. Starting from the spaceport where they suspected the targets ship was. Going through the back-dated logs they would with any luck find their target.

 

Te Twi-lek simply blended back in with his homeworlds underground and searched the city for word of the target.

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With a simple push he slithered on up into the speeder.

"We shall indeed."

 

Leaning back he simply watched as his mind raced at a million miles an hour. Here he was stepping into the vehicle of a stranger and about to either get himself killed, or embark on yet another wild journey.

 

This should be fun.

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Once his passenger was seated comfortably, Rahalin gunned the engine and headed to the 300 meter level. The open top craft quickly filled with the rush of wind, blowing his lekku slightly backward. He quickly found a route out to the country and after a series of detours designed to shake any pursuers, he turned towards Apophenian and simply said, "You'll excuse the elaborate precautions, but there are reasons to make sure we alone. The wind from the drive should make eavesdropping impossible."

 

Rahalin paused a moment to make sure the way ahead was clear before looking Apophenian in his eyes and saying, "You speak well, but you spoke with multiple meanings. Unlike many others, it seems you have a plan."

 

The last was not a question. Only a being with a plan and the will to execute it would have been willing to speak as this one had at the cantina. Either that or he was a fool.

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The Twi-lek agent had found the target. It hadn't been hard. A great deal of talk had been made about this one. His blood ran cold at the sight of the creature. Oh how he hoped he would eb the one to gut it. His trigger finger itched. One simple shot and it would be over. But no. He needed to report back to his boss. Besides the target had a friend. One that looked vaguely familiar but couldn't quite be placed. Sending a confirmation to his partner he took several photos of the speeder and the occupants for IDing later. Turning he melted back into the underworld and made his way back to the hide. Upon entering he grinned.

 

"Found him. He was on the move when I spotted him and has gone somewhere in a speeder. Wasn't able to plant a tracker but we have his location world and we'll have his ship sooner or later. He had a friend too. Looked familiar. Maybe ex-Republic. Tell the boss we have our slime."

 

The Bothan nodded and sent another highly encrypted, tight beam burst transmission back to Coruscant with the datapackage. Soon it was on for young and old.

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The large massive form that made up the snake creature identified as Apophenian raised up and towered over the twi'lek. He doubted it would intimate the being however, he wanted to look some what regal when he spoke next. This was to spite his words coming out with a slight lisp to them.

 

”œAh a plan. Doesssn't everyone have a plan. My plan is quite simple. In order for anything to be truly done”¦.. we must raissse awarenesssss of this clearly biasss galaxy firssst. It will be like a public offfffice campaign, our goal is ssssimply to change the galaxy for the ffffair and equal treatment and portray offff beingssss of all racessss. As well assss equal represssssentation off all racessss in galactic afffffairs. A noble goal no doubt, and what bettttttter place than to ssssstart on Ryloth.

 

Thissss place is one of the most abused by humanssssss in the entire galaxy. Full blown SLAVES are sssssold by a 'contract,' as a feeble way of evading antislavery laws. The femalesssss of this planet become consortsssss and companionsssss for the rich and decadent. They are living statussssss sssssymbols in this galaxy. What a terrible fate to have befallen a people.

 

Humansssss are the worst in raping thisssss world. Dancing girls are a prized possessssssion for many humans. Twi'lek girlssss, young, naive have had whole communitiesssss and entire markets established to pimping them out. After all there is little a dancing girl can do if her human 'owner' decidessssss to get a little frisky. The males are treated like dogs in the galaxy. Rarely are they prized or rewarded for any sort of intelligent thought. No offensssssse to you.”

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Cas's ship appeared out of hyperspace above Ryloth. A quick scan showed he had arrived before Gren, so he stayed back in a high orbit and began searching for the magnetic signature he had discovered on Gala.

 

With any luck, he'd find it before Gren and his men got there. And sure enough, a chime interrupted his train of thought after a mere ten minutes, beeping to confirm a match. The computer then projected a trail down to the planet's surface, where their convict would hopefully be waiting.

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One E-Wing, the Ranger Twin Blade with an E-Wing clamped on to it and a YT-1300 appeared form hyperspace above the red and black jewel of Ryloth. Their destination that little patch of twilight zone. Home to the planets communities and major spaceports. Also the current hiding place of Gren's target. Briefly scanning his sensors he got a take on everything that was happening. The usual traffic. Nothing to write home about. Cas Holloway had beaten them here and was probably conducting those scans to find Mortise's ship.

 

Sitting in the cockpit of the Twin Blade Gren was muttering to himself as he went over the plan he'd made with his men. It was pretty simple really. They had two on the surface who would be their shore party along with the Twin, Cas and Colan in his own E-Wing, the YT-1300 with Allin and Lia would stay in orbit and piquet the planet, acting as a link between the shore party and the remaing Six E-Wings who were a very short micro-jump away and maintaining a constant comms watch with the Piquet. They were the Ace in the hole. If everything went bad than the bad guys would find six E-Wings breathing down their throats and a helluva fight on their hands. Ceasing his muttering Gren stretched. IT really had been a wonderful nap from Coruscant to Ryloth.

 

"Alright Mortise you traitorous snake. You're slimetrail ends here. Mother. Raise all elements and get confirmation that they're in position and ready to rumble. We should be the last element to get in place. Then patch me a channel through to Cas. Oh and make sure that encryption device is working as it should. We can't tight beam all this so we need it nice and strongly encrypted."

 

Even as Mother began firing up the comms Gren heeled the Twin around and headed for the surface. Not as manoeuvrable as I'm used to but wow has she got teeth and guts. He thought to himself as he admired the Twin on her maiden flight with him. Thirty seconds later after all elements had reported in he ordered the net active. Everything was in place up-top. Heeling the ship around he started for the surface port. Requesting clearance through a very specific set of channels used back in is Republic days and set up by the Twi'leks he'd had in his Division.

 

"Agent Holloway this is Sairdonga. Be advised we are heading to the surface port where we'll be met by the shore party. Soon as you've found your signal meet us planetside mate."

 

He didn't bother with CommsPro with Cas. The man being a civilian probably wouldn't understand and their was no point in shoving more information at him than was necesary. Keep It Simple Stupid or KISS was a way of life within the military. Sitting back he let Mother take the controls as he prepped his gear. Putting together his new rifle and setting Auto-zeroing. It wouldn't be perfect but he didn't have room here to do it properly and it wouldn't be off by more than a couple of milimeters which at the ranges he was going to work onplanet wouldn't really matter. He hoped. After that he went through his explosives and other weaponry. It was all stored in his webbing so it wouldn't be too hard to lug around with a day pack. Finally he got out his last AM Knife. Ensuring it was all in working order and their was no corrosion or faults of any kind from long peroids of inattention. Nothing. It was still good. Ready to blow. Good. It was the last of is kind. Maybe he should sneak a team into Carida soon to get some more. They seemed to have a love of it there.

 

Finally with nary a bump the ship had settled down in its birth. Conducting all the post-flights with care Gren finally lowered the ramp and met his Shore party. A Bothan and a Twi'lek met him at the base of the ramp and came up into the ship, leaving Mother to watch the entrance to the docking berth. He began to debrief them. Hopefully Cas would arrive soon and they could get this party started.

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Rahalin looked at Apophenian even as he landed in a bare clearing. As the dust settled around them, he turned to Apophenian and said, "I see. So what your are saying is that you want to commit fully to a new galactic standard of equality and to achieve that you want soldiers willing to do what's necessary."

 

Rahalin mulled the offer over for a minute. This Apophenian had made several very real points, but what was the line he could cross and retain his honor?

 

"Very well, I accept but under one condition. I will drop you off at the bar, where we will stage a very loud and very real sounding argument for the benefit of everyone there."

 

He paused a moment to pull in his breath and explain.

 

"Too many people with too few credits to their name and possibly too much conscience saw us leave together. They should see us return and see us part so no one can link us together in the future."

 

Rahalin reached into the belt pouch at his side and dug out a com-link. It was a cheap model, requiring no registration, the kind that you prepaid ahead of time and tossed when the time was up.

 

He handed the device to Apophenian. "Burner link. We can contact each other using these for the next month, then we get a new set. Different service every time, absolutely clean every time."

 

Gunning the speeder back into a transit lane, he finished up, "Once you know finish with your little recruitment drive, let me know. We will do an inventory of our equipment and associates and figure out our first move. No half-cocked bullshit operations and operators allowed. When we strike, we strike hard and in such a way that tells other sentients we are serious, committed, and above all willing to make a difference without resorting to children's tactics."

 

He quickly turned back to the bar, wondering where they would go from here.

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When the comm came, Cas was ready. The Arkanian quickly turned his ship towards the planet's twilight strip and a few minutes later had joined Gren and the others on the ground. He grabbed his gear and made sure his nondescript civvie clothing was sufficiently rumpled. He often played the part of a down-on-his-luck spacer, and found it worked well for him when on a mission such as this. He also grabbed a handheld scanner which he synced with the larger tracking equipment on his ship. The scanner would help give them pinpoint accuracy.

 

He strode over to Gren and showed him the screen when he had finished speaking to his men. "Looks like the signal is coming from half a click north of here."

 

He knew that Gren was a soldier, and therefore would be most comfortable taking charge on this mission. While the Arkanian was a leader himself, he was willing to follow the human's lead here.

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"Sssso be it."

 

Apophenian recoiled in the speeder, as it turned around and returned the bar, the whole time he was mulling over what came next. Suddenly he felt a small vibration. There was no point in trying to discreetly check a message on his datapad, so he simply whipped out and scrolled through it.

 

Though he was trying to do this entire endeavor from the ground up. It did always help to have a little something to draw on. Of course what he was reading was some what troubling. His eyes rolled back in his head. He would deal with the death of the investigators later. One way or the other, though he would prefer at the moment a lack of bloodshed.

 

As they returned to the bad he uncoiled himself. It was go time. Leaping off the speeder, he drew himself to a fearsome height.

 

"YOU GUTLESSS SSSNIVLING COWARD!"

 

He made a move toward the door of the bar.

 

"OF COURSSSE WHY WOULD I EXPECT ANYTHING FROM A DOG LIKE YOU! WHY NOT RUN BACK TO YOUR HUMAN MASTERSSS LIKE THE WHIPPED DOG YOU ARE!

 

I AM SSSURE THERE ARE SOME REAL MALESSS HERE. ONESSS WHO HAVE DONE THE TSU'KAGREI! ONE DAY YOU WILL FIND THAT YOU ARE OPIK TO THEM, DOG MALE!

 

 

YOU ARE CHE'SEI IN THE HEART AND MIND!"

He paused as he saw a small drunken crowd forming. He hadn't even made it to the door yet.

 

 

"Frotz!"

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Gren had a conundrum to decide on. He had two choices here. He had the last known location of Mortise. A pub not far from the spaceport. It was under watch by request of some of the Sentinels to the old Republic's Intel organisation. Or he could go after Mortise's ship. Without the ship Mortise had lost his best weapon. The stealth operations it was able to conduct could and did make it of far more value than any regular fighter of that size. Time to Act. Turning to the Bothan agent he decided quickly.

 

"Reyjir. Nothing else leaves this planet without a trace on it. At all. Especially not anything with either of our two friends on board. Have a tail put on each and make sure they're tracked. I want to know who they both meet with, who they talk to, where they eat. Also slice into their records and get in touch with Mother have him collate any data he can find on anything pertaining to this friend of his. Get in touch with all our old intel cells here. make sure they know I'm calling the shots on this one and all former protocols are reactivated for the duration of this job."

 

Turning to Cas Gren waved him on,

 

"Your scanner, your lead mate. Lets track down this ship then find the worm that flies it. I have some people watching for him and will get back to us as soon as he is spotted."

 

With that Gren nodded as he checked his gear one last time. Especailly his brand new rifle. It would be a delight to fire it for that first time. Within seconds his people had starburst as they began their taskings. Today was a bad day to be a terrorist.

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Cas nodded, and, scanner held out in front of him, headed off. The signal was fairly strong, only lightly obscured by the planet's own magnetic field.

 

Fifteen minutes of brisk walking later, they approached a small open hanger bay. It was the type of place where one could count on the discretion of the proprietor; the perfect place for someone to land who wanted to keep his business and presence quiet. Cas had seen many a landing bay just like it on a dozen other worlds.

 

He nodded to Gren. "The signal is coming from that bay over there." He indicated to one that was marked B7. The soldiers with them suddenly grew tense. There was no knowing what defenses the ship might have.

 

Cas slipped the scanner back in his pocket and approached the owner of the place. A hefty bribe later, and he returned with the access key in hand. "Alright," he told the Alliance pilots, "let's see this ship."

 

He used the key, and the door slid open, revealing an odd-looking needle shaped ship with very disproportionate sloping stabilizers. It's matte black coloring would have made it blend in perfectly in the blackness of space. There was a confirming series of beeps from Cas' pocket. "That's it. That's definitely the ship that left Gala."

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"Excellent work Cas. That was brilliant. Col, Veril. Time to get to work. Lets secure this location. Wire it up to the mickey and get eyes on. Snakeman comes back here he detonates. We'll get one of the local cells on it."

 

Pulling some equipment from his pack he started prepping explosives. As he started with his bombs Colan cleared the hangar of any traps and Veril (The Twi'lek) started scanning the ship for anything unfriendly. Meanwhile Gren had pulled out enough to destroy the ship but not spread beyond the hangar. This was artwork. Gren was the artist. Perhaps the best explosives expert to ever serve in the Republic Military and perhaps any military. Wired to detonate on command or loss of signal. The loss of signal part was a personal touch. A tactic he'd come up with after years of space battles going awry due to comms jamming he'd found a way to ensure that if you needed reinforcements they had a way of knowing. If you didn't have constant contact with them. They came. Simple. It worked for detonators too. If the team got killed the signal would cut off and boom. Target destroyed. In this case their would be three teams. In seperate locations ready to strike at a moments notice.

 

"Ready boss."

 

Gren nodded and moved in. Quickly wiring up the ship to blow he also planted a tracker in a subtle location as an added precaution. Mortise wouldn't get away this time. Once he was finished with his work he moved back to Cas, even as a trio of agents entered the hangar. Gren chucked them each a transmitter.

 

"Its primed chaps. Take em back to your teams and establish positions watching the entrance, the control room and an overwatch. Good luck. Alright we're done here."

 

Even as he dismissed the ex-Republic Intelligence teams a comm came in. Mortise's speeder had returned and it was a spectacle. Gren indicating to Colan and Veril he gave out some orders.

 

"Veril. Lead the way. Colan get back to your fighter and stay in the green. Ready to react to any situation."

 

Nodding to Cas he set out behind Veril, slinging his weapon and ensuring his webbing and armour were all in working order. But before he knew it they'd arrived to the OP for the bar. It seemed quite a commotion was brewing.

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Cas thought it was overkill to rig the vessel to explode, but said nothing and allowed the men to do their work, Gren especially showing off where his talents lay. The ship was rigged up fairly quickly, all things considered, and soon Gren's contacts informed him that they had spotted Mortise.

 

They were on the way to the bar, and Cas hoped that Mortise would come without too much of a struggle. A bar was going to be heavily populated with civilians, and that would make it difficult if a scuffle broke out. He didn't want anyone to get caught at the wrong end of a blaster. He asked and received from Gren's contacts the layout of the bar, which he memorized during the trip over.

 

The bar was in ruckus. The Thissasspian was at the center, stirring the crowd into a frenzy. From what Cas could hear, Mortise was having an argument with someone else, a being Cas could not see. His first instinct was to duck in there and arrest Mortise, but then he remembered he had no jurisdiction out here. He glanced at Gren, an eyebrow cocked in the manner of humans indicating a question, wondering what plan Gren had to handle Mortise. Cas hadn't been filled in; he was here more as a sidekick, and not necessarily one that knew everything that was going on. However, he felt like now was the time to get the plan; otherwise, he might do something inadvertently that would get in Gren's and the Alliance team's way.

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Looking at the chaotic mess that was the bar Gren got on his comm.

 

"Sentinel Two this is One. Light the fire. Be ready to move on my command, acknowledge over."

 

"One, two. Roger over."

 

"One out."

 

Turning to Cas he nodded to the bar.

 

"This could be dicey. Cas, I know you don't have jurisdiction here but you're the arrest specialist. I don't want to kill this worm. Not now. Not here. I want to drag him back to Coruscant. Let me think a minute."

 

Looking around he took stock of the situation. Running through possible scenarios and plans of attack in his head. Now that he was at the bar their team had grown. From the three of them to six. More than enough to take care of the job. They had numbers. They had surprise. They had local expertise and positon. Turning around he indicated the two man Int team that had kept eyes on the bar.

 

"That bar is the big problem. Its chaos incarnate right now. We'll slash it. You two. Top of that shop behind us. Fire Support and Overwatch. Veril. Your spot is here. Keep on the comms. You're backup. Me and Cas will enter. Cas you can make the arrest any way you want, no jurisdiction or not he is a mass murderer and a war criminal. Otherwise I'll put him down with my boot on his neck. He either submits or fights. If he fights we shoot to stun. I want no civi casualties. Make sure your stun grenades are handy and any flashers you have. Overwatch keep an eye on hsi speeder buddy too. I want to know what they discussed and why it ended so badly. Also... Everyone cover your ears. Its about to get loud."

 

Getting on the comm he signalled Colan even as Veril chucked around some double hearing protection.

 

"Two, one. Sentinel Slash over."

 

No acknowledgement. But with a grin he put on his helmet. Everything going black until his powered visor kicked in. Just in time. With a window shattering roar an E-Wing blazed overhead. Mere meters above the buildings. Engines full. Afterburners kicked in. His grin widened. It would do a bit of collatoral. But that would all be payed back in full. One the plus side what had moments ago been a bar filled with near rioting drinkers was now filled with prone or near prone patrons. The Slash had worked perfectly. Everything with ear drums or the ability to hear was on the ground clutching them. Most would feel like their ear drums were detonated. Not that they were. They were just in a lot of pain. Sound was a powerful weapon.

 

"Lets go team. Time to wrap this puppy up."

 

He stpeed off and started walking across the street into the bar. Rifle at the ready. Swords loosened in their sheathes.

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Cas took the ear protection that the soldier passed out, and he was ready when the E-Wing flew over. He nodded to Gren, and when everyone in the bar was on the ground from the sonic attack, the two burst in, the huge Arkanian leading the way. Mortise was easy to spot--he was the only Thissasspian in the bar. A moment later, Cas was on top of the serpent-like alien, slapping specially designed handcuffs onto his curled finger hands. "Apophenian Mortise," he said clearly, "you are under arrest for the destruction of military property at a Galactic Alliance base on Gala. You have the right to remain silent, and I suggest you exercise that right."

 

He hoisted the man up. He normally would have gone on to elaborate the rest of the man's rights, but he held his tongue. That could come later. The important part now was to get Mortise out of this bar and off-world. If Mortise wasn't going to come quietly, then they were prepared for that. But the Arkanian hoped otherwise. The proof was irrefutable that Mortise was the culprit, and he had nothing to say that would influence a court of law.

 

He began to head back towards the door, Mortise still bound by his side. Hopefully Gren would clear up everything with the other patrons at the bar.

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Patrons crowded around as Apophenian made his remarks. It had seemed as though his new found friend had grown silent. This should have been the first warning. Still he had been far to excited about the rush of success to have paid attention to the signs. Humans all around eyes on the bar went unnoticed by the 'alien'. Yet even he was not oblivious, as the second set began to arrive. He had been in more militaries than these beings probably had years in their life. He was in the midst of an operation. He could feel a rush of adrenaline spike through him as he came to that conclusion.

 

Step one get out of the open.

 

He had been on the street for the longest and he quickly made his way into the bar. Their patrons who had heard of his argument looked at him with varying degrees of admiration or contempt. It did not matter, he was as focused as a laser.

 

If they are smart they have snipers trained on this bar. Looks like they are going to go a hard and fast route instead of any sort of peaceful negotiations . This will be interesting.

 

He had a plan. He doubt those who had come from him had any jurisdiction out here. It would make them little more than thugs in the eyes of any court. Thugs who came to a planet and attempted to murder an innocent individual. The question was how many thugs were there. It was time to count.

 

Sniper teams operated in pairs. It is safe to assume they will be one covering the front entrance. That is at least two. Squads generally hit with shock and surprise, but there is no way two men could secure a whole bar. I would estimate that there are two men waiting by the back door and a squad of four setting up for a rush and breech. Given that they will most likely be special ops, I should wager on pain and perhaps gas to be the method of crowd control.

 

He just so happened to be looking toward the door when the E-wings violated civilian airspace with their slash. While this would no doubt cause quite a problem with the local airspace authorities that was nor Apophenian's immediate concern. Instead it was the searing pain that accompanied being hit by a sonic boom. It was not the first time he had been hit bit such but this would make the rest of his plan easier. They would expect him to run. Instead he would play docile like a confused innocent person. Hitting the deck, he adjusted so that his two smaller arms were in front of him and clutching two pistols. Two very special pistols that were only half the size of any normal blaster. Moments later he felt a body straddle him and strong hands cuff his primary arms. It gave him time to clear his head as the man attempted to hoist him up. Unbeknownst to the man arresting him Apophenian smiled.

 

When you have to shoot. Shoot! Don't talk.

 

Simple advice and some that Apophenian heeded well. The man had come prepared for the special type of hands Apophenian seemed to have. What he had not known was that Thisspiasians all had four arms to be exact. It was simple thought to be unsophisticated ot unseemly by upper-class Thisspiasians to have the bottom two visible in public. It was the reason he wore robes when ever he could do so. In order to hide the two arms that were perfectly capable of functioning in combat.

 

What minor damage done to his ears had already healed. A product of having advanced engineering and access to cutting edge technology. Well cutting edge in that it has existed in some form for well over four thousand years. He was just among the few who could afford to take advantage of it.

 

The arrogant human had been fast and brutal but he had not been fast and thorough. He had not reached deep into the robes to secure the other two arms, and in that he had left himself as a walking and talking target. As they neared the door yet were still surrounded by the patrons sprawled out in the bar three shots were heard. There had been no need to draw that which was already in his hand. The only movement would have seen like that natural flow of cloth as it moved with the body. After all the only aim needed was to make sure he fired from below his armpit. The distance had been point blank, and unlike his adversary, the clothing he wore was meant to deflect full power blaster shots. Not that it mattered in the grand scheme of things. In other words the man who had so quickly arrived and captured him never had a chance to defend himself. It was a fitting punishment for a man who had afford Apophenian no such luxury. Having chosen to shoot first in an area outside of his jurisdiction and hopefully ask questions later.

 

Half the size of a normal blaster the Service Special was one of the galaxy's best kept secrets. For a former assassin it had always seemed a bit over the top. Something Cas found out as not one but two shots slammed into the young man's body. The violent and messy result of an organic being hit by something roughly equal to one of the four cannons in the Millennium Falcon's quad-guns went unnoticed by Apophenian. Though the resulting explosion did throw him clear and in the opposite direction, leaving him with minor injuries that were healing by the time he could stand. Instead he focused his other shot on the roof of the building near the door. A blast six times as powerful as a normal blaster allowed for the cover and distraction he would need to make his escape. As well as incapacitate any would be back up. The bar erupted into pure pandemonium as beings rushed out of every exit conceivable.

 

 

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((In the future I would appreciate not being what seems to me a One post capture. I will roll with it for now however.))

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First contact was when it all started going to hell. That was usually the way it went. An experienced soldier Gren had been ready. Not quite for something as small and powerful as the Service Special appearing from nowhere but he'd been ready enough for trouble. He always was. At the first instant upon entering he'd immediately scanned the area. Ensuring all targets were down. he had followed Cas into the bar. Picking their way through the crowd until they had reached the lone Thisspiasian, allowing the larger Arkanian to muscle the worm up, cuff him and start frogmarching him out. Moving to a flank position. Then the firing started.

 

Gren reacted instantly, reflexes born of muscle memory and stolen nano technology combined to make him far faster and stronger than the average human. His foot instantly came up at the first shot and planted itself into the nearest portion of Mortise it could reach as the second one rang out, not putting his weight behind it the ex-Soldier used it instead as propelling maneuver, throwing himself back he twisted and rolled, his hands flickering, one throwing his brand new rifle to the side the other to his grenade pouch where it pulled a stun grenade loose and tore the pin out even as he partially gained his feet after the roll, legs bunched under him and launched himself through the air, driving with his legs as a third shot rang out. He released the grenade, set to the stnadard four second detonation back the way he'd come and reached out with the free hand, finding the edge of the bar he hauled for all he was worth, should muscles screaming as they tried to control his momentum. Landing heavily on the bar he slid across and rolled over, slamming down on the far side with a heavy thump.

 

His adrenaline pumping and his blood up he began counting out the seconds before the boom. Ignoring all distractions, not that many in the bar were in any condition yet to become any kind of viable threat. Gren was mildly impressed that Mortise had recovered so fast himself. He would have to beat the secret of how it happened out of the worm before it died. His mindfor now however was focused fully on the fight at hand, the fate of Cas a dim third place behind scrambling to wedge himself into the side of the bar and getting his DL-88 from its holster. Even as he yelled orders into the comm. Calling the sniper team to shoot at any clear shot and Veril to move around to cover the side exit.

 

(Killshot/Incapshot Defence)

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How the target had managed to trick Cas was beyond him. He had done his homework, and he knew that Thisspiasians had four arms. But somewhere in the midst of the moment, he had clearly forgotten. It was a rookie mistake, and now that was going to cost him.

 

His second mistake had been that he had wanted to get Mortise out of there fast, and so he hadn't taken that moment to frisk him. He had chosen speed over efficiency--another rookie mistake that he was about to pay for.

 

With all those mistakes, Cas almost deserved to be shot. There was no dodging--the blaster had been pressed up against his side. Pain exploded through his body as the right side was practically disintegrated. He was thrown back by the sheer power of the shot, and through his fuzzy brain he knew that whatever weapon Mortise had was highly illegal.

 

It was only through his genetic modification that he was able to stay conscious. Like all Arkanians, he had the touch of vanity that was characteristic of his people, and as a youth had gone through extensive genetic rewriting to make him tougher, stronger, and able to heal more quickly. It had served him well during his time on the force, allowing him to shrug off some blaster wounds for long enough to get the job done.

 

But the Thisspiasian's weapon was something that no one in their right mind would expect to encounter. As he lay crumpled against the bar, Cas knew that his chances of making it were slim. He could tell the whole right side of his abdomen was gone, a large hole in his large frame. As he lay gasping for breath, the world began to go dim. He thought of his wife and children, and hoped with all his might that he would see them again.

 

((Killshot defense; can't do much to defend against a point-blank blaster bolt))

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Ruling on Apophenian's killshot on Cas and incapacitation shot on Gren:

 

First, off, addressing a point raised in the OOC dicta on Apophenian's post- it was a bit too close to a OHCapture and could have been handled a bit neater, though it also failed to properly incapacitate the arrestee which lead to the resulting exchange.

 

On the weapon used, I have to say I find a blaster being equal to a Falcon quad laser blast impossible and pure hyperbole. Per what I've reserached it disintigrated a target's head, which does have a lot of punch, but would put it below a regular disruptor which does the same to the whole body.

 

Cas, trying to tough through a blaster shot, even of that calibur, does not work as you'd still have a fried midsection- either gone or having your body flashfried Greedo style- the last being a lot more likely.

 

Killshot against Cas successful.

 

Looking forward, split second actions- like trying to twist away, grab the gun, etc. could be tried as a better defense, as also not slapping cuffs on someone before you have them fully disarmed/subdued.

 

On Gren, given the impact of the attempt to subdue him, as well as his quick actions and susinct, detailed post, I believe it was sufficient to evade the attempt.

 

Incapacitation shot against Gren failed.

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An ear splitting bang and flash of light erupted somewhere on the other side of the bar. Gren, braced in against it felt the detonation of the stun grenade through the bar as well. A sudden hit of vibrations plus a few more screams and a lot of groans. In an instant Gren was up, blaster ready. In the first instant he assessed the situation. Cas was down. By the looks of those holes the CoreSec agent was dead. The large Arkanian was slumped against the bar. Sightless eyes staring, Gren felt a pang of regret. He had gotten the agent involved in all this. He had led yet another sentient to their death. He wasn't even a proper General anymore. He would have to make amends with CoreSec somehow. Other points were the grenades blast radius and the fate of Mortise. By the looks of it the grenade had missed its target, or been kicked away. It had detonated within a crowd of civilians. all of which were now well and truly unconscious. Lucky that was a stun. He thought to himself as his eyes found Apophenian. Alive and well it seemed. Gren grimaced, all that for nothing. His assessment done in the blink of an eye snapped off two quick shots with his blaster (Still set to stun) before Gren went down again. Silently shifting his position behind the bar as the civilians on the other side most recovered from the flash were now in shock from the fight in their midst. It would be chaos in a matter of seconds. The entrances clogged, unlikely anyone would be getting out in a hurry... But Gren knew how to get his people in. Activating his transmitter he snapped out some orders to his team.

 

"All callsigns this is Sunray, Watchdog is gone. Overwatch, move to cover rear. Reo move up and cover the side exit, prepare a Seismic. Two standby to conduct a surgical on the roadway wall. Ace. get over here now. Acknowledge. Sunray Out."

 

Continuing to shift position quietly he popped up once again. Another stun grenade flying out as well as a pair of blaster shots and a smoke grenade. Down he went as smoke started to fill the bar. Lucky for him his helmet he all sorts of handy sighting devices.

 

(Alright you got my PM 3 post modded duel? Or what?)

 

(If so 1)

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