EliteCommander

Star Wars - Galaxies at War[MULTIVERSE SPACESHIP RP]

Thaz - Nar Shaddaa

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Thaz hummed a moment. “Don’t sound so hard to me. Just add another language to your helmet’s translator. You, uh, do got one of those, right? Mine does. Translates all the languages it recognizes. Written ones too. Need to get this, uh, Aurabesh added to it.”

Thaz paused to quickly finish off her drink. The whole time, she had been guarding her drink jealously as if someone had wanted to steal it, and drank as if she had been on a time limit. “Sounds like you two need tech. This place, this galaxy, I don’t know…it just feels like the tech here don’t do the things it should. There’s huge ships, powerful lasers, complicated machines like those droids. But then, there’s easy things that are just a lot harder than they should be. It all feels strange. Anyways, point is, you two do seem like you can make the credits my shipmaster needs. He’ll trade them for our technology, and the help to get it working for you. Biggest question is what you think you could need?”

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Eri 'Moram - Dxun

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The disappearance of the Jedi was not enough for Eri. She let out a growl and gripped her blade all the more tightly as her eyes scanned the room. “Stay alert! I want him found, and I want his head!”

As they were once again able to move, most of her team spread out across the room with eyes on their motion trackers, though they did not move out of one another’s sight. Even in the darkened tomb, the low-light vision provided by their combat harnesses gave them clear visibility, and their motion trackers did give a chance of determining their opponent’s direction of escape. However, given how dangerous he had obviously been, they would only engage him as a group.

“Was he not a Jedi? His weapon and abilities were like that of Jerus.” Eri asked as she moved to look down one of the corridors.

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

Ahnasha was slower to get into the water than Fendros, wading out near to Meesei. She looked up at Janius, still in Kaleeth's arms, and laughed. "Oh, but how many baby spiders starved because they didn't have your body to feed on, hmm? Never thought about that, did you? How selfish." She teased. After a moment, she leaned herself back in the water, to the point that her head was just barely above the surface. "But yes, I know what you mean. I might not have died without the pack, but just going through a monotonous, boring life in Leyawiin doesn't sound like much of an improvement."

With enough of the others joining in, Lorag dove in after Fendros. "Doubt the wilds could've killed me, even alone." He chimed in after he surfaced. "Still, much better to actually have a purpose. To fight for something. And now, I get to go hunt a god. If that axe ever starts weighin' you down, Alpha, I wouldn't mind making that killing blow."

"I'll keep the offer in mind." Meesei answered.

Kaleeth eventually let Janius down, but stayed close beside him, near enough to the riverbank that they could sit and keep above the surface. She held her arm tightly around him and pulled him up against her. Even if she was trying to be gentle, cuddling with a werecrocodile invariable involved some amount of squeezing.

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Vael ‘Virisusai - Alderaan

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Vael gave no real reaction to the Alderaanian guards, regardless of any kind of threat they might have been trying to convey. He had his eyes only on the one identified as Lord Organa. He was, in all likelihood, the one with which they needed to speak. Vael looked down upon him, his expression entirely unreadable to any Human not exceptionally familiar with Sangheili mannerisms.

Vael tilted his head somewhat at Erthos, though not out of disapproval. Indeed, he found the Supreme Commander to be refreshingly straightforward for a Human. Though, even Vael might have allowed for introductions before disclosing the more difficult-to-accept information they brought with them.

In any case, Vael followed up just after Erthos. “I am Vael ‘Virisusai. I was selected to represent the Swords of Sanghelios by my shipmaster. Our purpose here is to negotiate with you for your assistance.” Vael stated directly.

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

Kaleeth's laughter was harder to recognize than most of the others, but Janius certainly knew her well enough to recognize that she was just as amused as the others. Not to mention, she almost lost her hold on him and nearly dropped him back into the water. Though, she was soon holding him even more tightly.

After enough time had passed that Ahnasha could stop grinning, she leaned in and gave Fendros' snout another quick kiss. "I think I might join them in the water for a while." She said quietly to him. Most certainly, they were going to have plenty of time together later that night, but this would be their last chance to relax in peace with the rest of their pack before the battle. If there was anything they wanted to do, or that they did not want to leave unsaid, this evening would be the last chance to do it.

Ahnasha finally unwrapped her arms from around Fendros, then joined the others in the river. Seeing as it was what the others were doing, Lorag moved in that direction as well, but still stayed on land for the moment. "I was surprised when I learned about her, but that's been a long time." Lorag glanced back over his shoulder towards Sabine. "Now...I don't know. I guess it's just about bein' fair to her. Livin' out in the middle of nowhere with just her mother, no clan or stronghold? That's not the right way to raise an Orc. Especially not my own blood. Maybe she'll still end up worthless like her mother, I don't know, but at least this way she'll get a fair chance to make something of herself. Who knows, maybe she will make herself good enough to kill me? She had just better do it before I get too old to give a decent challenge."

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Eri 'Moram - Dxun

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This Jedi’s capabilities went beyond even what Eri had witnessed sparring with Jerus, though she likely had at least a few minor surprises for him as well. She did not know by what means he was projecting lightning, but it was not as energetic as the plasma shots her shields were designed to resist, so they could withstand the bursts he was using. He did jostle her head with the strike he landed, but the fact that she had a fully-sealed helmet deadened the blow considerably. Although, the fact that he could seemingly freeze her team in place was alarming. It made him a threat she could not afford to underestimate.

Eri growled audibly. This power he had access to frustrated her to no end. The Force was the only advantage he had. He relied on it - depended on it - to surpass her. She saw the way he attacked, the way he moved, the kind of swings he made. She knew she was better than him. She had every confidence that her skill with a blade surpassed his, and were she in his position, with the kind of power he could wield, she would have already killed the both of them. She wanted to fight him, to overcome his advantages and prove by how much her skill with a blade outstripped his own…but she had to resist the lure of pride. She could risk her own life, but would not risk those of her allies. This Jedi needed to be killed, by whatever means she could.

Eri had to quickly think of what advantages she might have, and fortunately, it only took a quick look at her surroundings to give her inspiration. The beam rifle she had dropped in pursuing the Tarentatek was still on the ground, nearby. She expected he could use the Force to prevent her from reaching it, but…why would he? What reason would he have to fear the weapon? She knew Jedi could effectively protect themselves from the blasters of their universe, and this Jedi practically radiated arrogance. He had no way of knowing that the weapon had a near-lightspeed beam that would make any amount of reaction times pointless without hands that could move at light speed as well. If anything, from his perspective, her using a ranged weapon would just make it easier for him to overwhelm Jerius.

“Just hold him off for a few seconds.” Eri said to Jerius through their comms before dashing at a full sprint towards the beam rifle.

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Thaz - Nal-Hutta

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Thaz took a long drink of what Jerus had ordered for her, but even the hint of an additional reward was easily enough to draw back in her immediate attention. After putting down the glass, she leaned over towards Jerus, paying little mind to any notion of personal space as she looked over the schematics along with him. “Hmm, weapons, new designs…no way to know if they’re better than what we already have yet. But, uh, schematics from another universe, exotic weapons, exotic tools. Still valuable, yes, even if they’re not better. I want a copy.”

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Eri 'Moram - Dxun

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It was fortunate for Eri that she had the experience of sparring with Jerus. She recognized immediately the invisible influence of the Force, though that would not simplify the problem of having to deal with its user. She had been under the impression that Jedi were rare, so she was not sure why there was one here, but he was obviously hostile, and a deadly threat. Although, Jerius was also correct that the Tarentatek needed to be dealt with. Swiftly.

The beast and Eri stared one another down for a moment. Her attempt at finishing off the creature had been thwarted by the Jedi, but fortunately for her, she did not need to make another herself. This was a moment in which she could rely upon her team; all she needed to be able to do was step aside.

Quickly, Eri dove out of the line of fire, giving her team a clear chance to open fire once more. Once again, needles, carbine fire, concussion blasts, and superheated plasma barraged the Tarentatek from the front. But, the greatest amount of firepower came from Jarraj. The Unggoy, though with a broken leg and bleeding his luminescent blood, did not allow himself to be overcome by pain or fear. Emboldened by his allies around him, he managed to crawl to his fuel rod gun and shoulder the weapon once more.

“Die you big…dumb lizard!” Jarraj shouted as he fired five consecutive fuel rods. What he lacked in eloquence, he made up for in anti-tank ordinance.

After removing herself from the line of fire, Eri sprinted to the aid of Jerius. From her sparring matches with Jerus, she knew to temper her aggression. This opponent would likely be able to act and react in ways no other Human opponent could. She had to apply her skill with a blade, not mere brutality. As she sprinted forward, she took a plasma grenade in her off hand, though for now, she simply held onto it tightly without activating it.

Eri’s opening strike was precise, calculated, and drew from Vael’s teachings. As the Jedi’s blade clashed with Jerius, Eri approached him from behind. Rather than attack his center mass, she swung low, towards his legs, using her longer blade to attack from a range that he could not immediately retaliate. By swinging at a point so far from Jerius, she intended to constrain his possible responses into something predictable, and forced him to choose between defending against her or Jerius since his lightsaber was simply not long enough to guard against both simultaneously.

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

Ahnasha grinned, giving a few more kisses down the side of his snout to bring her closer to his ear. "Hmm, I suppose that is true. You know, I would have thought, at my age, that the idea of raising more cubs wouldn't be too tempting. But, I guess the near-eternal youth might have changed some things. After this is all over, I might just take you up on that."

"The girl's stubborn, headstrong, and won't admit she still can't best the boys in a fight. So, pretty good overall. Don't matter what me and her traitor mother do or don't agree on, she'll never give up 'till her delusions about what she can do actually become true. Even if I die tomorrow, I know she'll stick with it. Now that she's had a taste of what she could be, she won't settle for bein' anything less than the best." Lorag answered.

Kaleeth quickly dragged Janius to the riverbed, kicking up a cloud of mud and dirt that obscured the waters around them. Though, he could still certainly feel the crushing strength of her arms wrapped around his body. She did stop short of actually hurting him, but even if he had been genuinely trying to escape, he would not have been able to resist her. Even for a being as powerful as a werewolf, the strength of her muscles was simply immovable. When they sparred on land, Janius had many times maneuvered circles around her with ease, but if her prey allowed itself to be caught in her grasp, under the water, then its death was a foregone conclusion. Janius could certainly count himself fortunate that she was merely being playful.

Eventually, Kaleeth did allow Janius to surface for air. Or forced him to, more accurately. She swam closer to the riverbank and rose up out of the water, holding Janius in her arms as one would hold a small child. Yet, this "child" was a fully grown, transformed werewolf. He was the kind of beast that would send most mortal men fleeing in terror, a kind of lycan that would be an alpha in any other pack, and he was being held like a playful puppy in Kaleeth's arms. It was a kind of absurd imagery that made even Meesei start to laugh just by watching.

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Falul ‘Taham - The Immaculate Aegis

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Given the Aegis’ role as a capital ship, Falul had moved his ship deep within the formation of the Separatist fleet. Its weapons outranged the turbolasers of the other ships around it, so Falul’s only concern for positioning was to ensure it had a clear line of sight onto its target. The weaker Venator-class vessels simply could not stand up against the concentrated intensity of the Aegis’ weapons, but even so, destroying them was only a delaying tactic at best. It was the Assimilators that carried the real threat of Anubis’ Empire, and it was for their presence alone that Falul reasoned they had not retreated. Based on what limited information Falul had about the vessels, they were powerful warships that would not break so easily as their lesser supporting ships. Without being able to know the precise capabilities of the Separatists, Falul’s focus had been on buying time for his own reinforcements to arrive.

By the time the Daedalus had contacted Falul, he already had ample time to consider his options. In front of him was a constantly-updated holographic display of the ongoing battle, as best as it could be interpreted by the ship’s sensors. He already had positions in mind of each of the ships in their fleet when they arrived, with the Daedalus being the first. Its projectile weapons too outranged turbolasers, but they would be largely ineffective against the powerful shields of an Assimilator. In this battle, the quick, nimble Human vessel could serve the role of a defensive screening ship much more effectively. Its weapons could both target and destroy strikecraft and other small ships. While the Separatist ships seemed to be able to unleash veritable swarms of fighters that far outnumbered opposing strikecraft, Falul had, thusfar, found their individual quality to be lacking, in addition to their uninspired strategic maneuvering. The Aegis had launched its own Seraphs in defense, but enemy bombers were still placing undue pressure onto their shields. The Daedalus could close up at least one of the larger gaps in the Separatists’ lines.

“The local fleet’s anti-fighter capabilities are insufficient. Move to these coordinates and target enemy strikecraft. “ Falul ordered, though he agreed with Caldwell that his ship’s greatest potential contribution would lie outside its primary weapons. “The Venator-class ships are destroyed easily enough; we need not board them. You have the schematics of the Resurgence, yes? Then target their reactors. You should only need to transport a modest amount of explosives to disable each of them. But it is the Assimilator ships that should be our focus.”

Falul brought up what information they had on the Assimilators, as well as a specific part of the previous battle they had engaged in just after arriving in this universe. “These are the ships that Anubis has created. That he has designed to outstrip any opposing ship of this universe. These are the ships that have been destroying his enemies, and the ships that the locals fear. We need to prove that they are not invincible. They were not designed to face us. When we first arrived here we were attacked by a group of ten small ships utilizing Anubis’ technology, and most likely the same enhanced shielding. By this report, your transporter technology was able to pierce those shields once they were sufficiently weakened. If we can substantially weaken even a portion of an Assimilator’s shields, you should be able to use your nuclear weapons to destroy it.”

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

Ahnasha took a few moments to squeeze out from underneath the weight of Fendros' lycan form, mostly so she could pull herself up closer to his head. She continued to scratch behind his ears with one hand, his stomach with the other, and planted a kiss on the end of his snout. "Hmm, well I would take that challenge, but...I don't think Rhazii needs any more siblings right now." She started to laugh.

It was tempting for Ahnasha to occupy herself entirely with her attention to Fendros, but she did still pay attention to what Sabine was speaking about. Though, it was Lorag that first had a response for her concerns. He sighed, thinking back to his old mentor from a lifetime ago. His history with Do'rhajul did give him some understanding for why he had gone down the path he did, but Lorag was also one who was skeptical that most of the members of the clans would ever truly become accepting of that. "Well, not everyone can move on from the past so easy. Might be that he can never really become family with any of us. If he still has his own family...might be best just to cure his lycanthropy after all this is over. Give him the choice to go back to that family of his. That's why he took Vile's deal in the first place. I figure he'll have earned it at that point, if he helps stop Vile."

"As long as word does not spread that we were responsible for curing him, that would be a viable option." Meesei weighed in.

Kaleeth was fairly silent towards Janius' affection, though in fairness, most of the sounds her crocodilian form was capable of making felt immediately threatening. For her, she felt she could communicate her feelings better by rubbing her head gently up against his chest. Though, when she went to put her arm around him as well, she ended up pulling him underneath the surface.

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

Meesei waded out into the water, though to make sure she could still hear the others, she did not dive under. For now, she simply washed her face in the river. "Well, with you leading them, Sabine, I am sure you will bring out the best in whoever you choose." Meesei remarked. "If I had to make one request, though...make sure you find someone to pass on your knowledge to. Pass on my teachings to. A member of your pack, a bright young apprentice, maybe a child of your own...I am sure you will have plenty of options."

Lorag chuckled for a brief moment. "Mages and their legacies..."

Ahnasha tilted her head towards Lorag. "You're one to talk. Your teachings have been drilled into every single warrior that's ever been trained by our clan. Your legacy might never end, at that rate."

"Hmph, well, that was Imperial training, through and through...Do'rhajul's training." He answered before he started to laugh more outwardly. "Ain't that ironic? The training that gets passed on through all those lycan warriors comes from Vile's general."

Since they had already sated their beast spirits, Ahnasha decided to allow her beast to rest for the moment, in case she needed it the next day. If they went on another hunt, she could easily do so in her Khajiit form. She shifted herself back into her normal form, though with Fendros laying across her lap, his weight did end up pinning her down afterwards. Regardless, she grinned over at him, reached out her arm, and started to scratch behind his ears.