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It was good to hear someone else’s attempt at speaking out against mindless force. Senator Ordo appreciated a degree of precision, something that the majority in the room sorely lacked. They could not adopt the old tactics of the fallen Empire and simply brute force their way through problems, not with the manpower and resources they possessed on the surface and in orbit. This operation could not sustain the kind of war that Commander Gallowin wanted to wage, and that went double for Match and the community he claimed to represent. While Senator Ordo could see the bigger picture, Anari held doubts about the diplomatic angle she insisted on working, to fight the war ‘her way’. She kept her concerns to herself regarding the smaller crime families, allowing the discussions to continue.
Match’s interest in her name was reasonable, and she was more than happy to give it, but Commander Gallowin leaped at the chance to reply first, adding his disapproval for her lack of respect for his numerous medals. The hand she kept raised towards him fell, and she only offered a glance over her shoulder at him as he came around to the front of the desk. Her rebuttal towards him would serve nothing and no one, and so her thoughts on his rank were kept within. Should he wish to bring up the point that he was in charge again soon, she’d have something to say about it. Until then, her dark eyes returned to Match just as he made mention of the slave markets.
A stronger point could be made by freeing those taken captive, she knew, and it served the people better than merely crippling a single drug processing facility. Saying such wouldn’t change the past, and so Anari kept this to herself, too.
“Neon Glow…” Anari repeated quietly. “I’ll leave immediately—”
A booming crash in the distance followed by the blaring of sirens cut both her sentence and her plans short. Her eyes remained on Match while her Jedi senses reached out to feel the commotion outside. Lives were lost each passing second, both from some members of the New Republic as well as the invaders. As she felt each connection go silent, her eyes shifted to Gallowin. The Commander was inactive; he said nothing, he did nothing, while his men and women worked to repel the opposition.
“Take command, Commander, quickly!” She insisted, nodding towards the door. Negotiating an effective partnership between their forces and Match could wait. At a time like this, the medals on his chest couldn’t be just for dramatic effect.
The Senator reached out to contact those outside the base, mentioning their location being tipped off. Anari found it difficult to imagine a military base being hard to locate, especially when there was no attempt to hide it.
“Not likely,” she muttered under her breath, just before Kale’s hand patted her shoulder. She was reminded of their time on Yavin; while she looked to expand her knowledge of the Force, it was Kale who found his time better spent dismantling training droids in the courtyards and training grounds. He wasn’t the maintenance crew’s favorite young Jedi in the temple, but he did have a way with a lightsaber that she couldn’t take away from him.
Hustling to keep pace with him and assist the soldiers outside, Anari paused in the doorway to look at Match who seemed to be doing his best Commander Gallowin impression—accomplishing nothing. “You said you would no longer wish for order and take action. Prove it. Fight with us.” Giving Match one more moment to consider his value to the New Republic and remember his earlier words, Anari left the office behind and hustled after Kale.
Joining him just as the reinforced doors parted, she only had seconds to process the lines of blaster fire and explosions that shook the base. She reached for the hilt of her lightsaber and grasped it firmly in her right hand, drawing it in front of herself and igniting it to produce a radiant yellow blade. The presence of a lightsaber changed everything. Now, attention came fervently to the pair of Jedi now on the scene, and not only because of a thermal detonator Kale casually returned to sender.
She took her place beside him and reflected bolts to the ground beneath her feet, which either served to irritate the gang members or have their attention turn elsewhere. The cover they took was rearranged one at a time; durasteel crates were parted to expose the hiding enemies behind them, forcing the aliens and humans alike to scramble for new cover, most of which were shot in the attempt. With careful weaving of her fingers, she toyed with the enemy’s sense of safety; some who dared peek out were simply grasped with an invisible hand before being levitated out of place, left to drop their weapons and flail about in the air before the New Republic soldiers saw to their deaths.
Reflecting another daring bolt aimed for her chest into the ground, Anari spared a brief glance at Kale. “Try to keep a few alive. We need to know more!” she shouted over the commotion, hoping his clever little thermal detonator trick would not be repeated until there was nothing left. In the meantime, until their numbers dwindled, she would continue to not only defend herself, but also drag the cover the thugs made use of, and if not that then the thugs themselves.
A Rodian was fluttering around in the air while a Duro took hold of his ankles and desperately tried returning him to the ground, ending up sliding by the heels of his own boots.
Anari’s senses picked up on the approach of familiar Jedi before her ears did, the screaming of an incoming ship as unfamiliar to her as it was obnoxious. Her eyes briefly looked to the skies, seeing a dark ship pass overhead after making a questionable strafing run. That was not the highlight of the battle. The dark figure that chose to descend from the ship as it sped by was, and they began a dangerous descent towards the base.
“Did you teach Lahana to do that!?” Anari asked Kale, noting that the Duro holding onto the Rodian was now leaving the ground as well.
Match’s interest in her name was reasonable, and she was more than happy to give it, but Commander Gallowin leaped at the chance to reply first, adding his disapproval for her lack of respect for his numerous medals. The hand she kept raised towards him fell, and she only offered a glance over her shoulder at him as he came around to the front of the desk. Her rebuttal towards him would serve nothing and no one, and so her thoughts on his rank were kept within. Should he wish to bring up the point that he was in charge again soon, she’d have something to say about it. Until then, her dark eyes returned to Match just as he made mention of the slave markets.
A stronger point could be made by freeing those taken captive, she knew, and it served the people better than merely crippling a single drug processing facility. Saying such wouldn’t change the past, and so Anari kept this to herself, too.
“Neon Glow…” Anari repeated quietly. “I’ll leave immediately—”
A booming crash in the distance followed by the blaring of sirens cut both her sentence and her plans short. Her eyes remained on Match while her Jedi senses reached out to feel the commotion outside. Lives were lost each passing second, both from some members of the New Republic as well as the invaders. As she felt each connection go silent, her eyes shifted to Gallowin. The Commander was inactive; he said nothing, he did nothing, while his men and women worked to repel the opposition.
“Take command, Commander, quickly!” She insisted, nodding towards the door. Negotiating an effective partnership between their forces and Match could wait. At a time like this, the medals on his chest couldn’t be just for dramatic effect.
The Senator reached out to contact those outside the base, mentioning their location being tipped off. Anari found it difficult to imagine a military base being hard to locate, especially when there was no attempt to hide it.
“Not likely,” she muttered under her breath, just before Kale’s hand patted her shoulder. She was reminded of their time on Yavin; while she looked to expand her knowledge of the Force, it was Kale who found his time better spent dismantling training droids in the courtyards and training grounds. He wasn’t the maintenance crew’s favorite young Jedi in the temple, but he did have a way with a lightsaber that she couldn’t take away from him.
Hustling to keep pace with him and assist the soldiers outside, Anari paused in the doorway to look at Match who seemed to be doing his best Commander Gallowin impression—accomplishing nothing. “You said you would no longer wish for order and take action. Prove it. Fight with us.” Giving Match one more moment to consider his value to the New Republic and remember his earlier words, Anari left the office behind and hustled after Kale.
Joining him just as the reinforced doors parted, she only had seconds to process the lines of blaster fire and explosions that shook the base. She reached for the hilt of her lightsaber and grasped it firmly in her right hand, drawing it in front of herself and igniting it to produce a radiant yellow blade. The presence of a lightsaber changed everything. Now, attention came fervently to the pair of Jedi now on the scene, and not only because of a thermal detonator Kale casually returned to sender.
She took her place beside him and reflected bolts to the ground beneath her feet, which either served to irritate the gang members or have their attention turn elsewhere. The cover they took was rearranged one at a time; durasteel crates were parted to expose the hiding enemies behind them, forcing the aliens and humans alike to scramble for new cover, most of which were shot in the attempt. With careful weaving of her fingers, she toyed with the enemy’s sense of safety; some who dared peek out were simply grasped with an invisible hand before being levitated out of place, left to drop their weapons and flail about in the air before the New Republic soldiers saw to their deaths.
Reflecting another daring bolt aimed for her chest into the ground, Anari spared a brief glance at Kale. “Try to keep a few alive. We need to know more!” she shouted over the commotion, hoping his clever little thermal detonator trick would not be repeated until there was nothing left. In the meantime, until their numbers dwindled, she would continue to not only defend herself, but also drag the cover the thugs made use of, and if not that then the thugs themselves.
A Rodian was fluttering around in the air while a Duro took hold of his ankles and desperately tried returning him to the ground, ending up sliding by the heels of his own boots.
Anari’s senses picked up on the approach of familiar Jedi before her ears did, the screaming of an incoming ship as unfamiliar to her as it was obnoxious. Her eyes briefly looked to the skies, seeing a dark ship pass overhead after making a questionable strafing run. That was not the highlight of the battle. The dark figure that chose to descend from the ship as it sped by was, and they began a dangerous descent towards the base.
“Did you teach Lahana to do that!?” Anari asked Kale, noting that the Duro holding onto the Rodian was now leaving the ground as well.
If I don't post tonight, it will be tomorrow night at the latest. May also work on my second slot in the meantime. Need some charm.
And ooooh Lahana in trouble~
And ooooh Lahana in trouble~
‘No, I wouldn’t.’
It was Anari’s first and foremost instinct to deny Match’s belief. To say that nothing would have changed was an exaggeration, one often used by those lacking foresight. If his arrival were truly dependent on the approval of those working against them, she would have to question the choice of bodyguards that accompanied him here. She then wondered if it was because he was smart enough to know that he did not want to die easy, yet Match was stupid enough to choose this course of action over anything else available to him. It didn’t add up. Nothing about this situation spelled good things for either party, that is if Match was indeed telling the truth.
After he addressed Senator Ordo with assurance—false ones, ones she herself could still not believe—Anari would quickly cut in once again, preventing the Senator from speaking over her.
“You risked your life and the lives of your people by traveling here only to doubt our ability to achieve ample results, all based on the lack of starships filling the skies and armed soldiers storming the streets?” Anari questioned bitterly. “This world is diseased. We wish to be a cure to good people here, people you claim to be part of. And the way I see it, “Match”, you have already placed your community in danger by being here. There were better ways to reach out to us, yet you chose to waltz here both bold and stupid. Now, without a doubt, people will suffer for it.”
Unfinished with the guilty parties within the room, Anari turned around, coming face-to-face with Commander Gallowin.
“As for you, Commander, I expected better from one so decorated and experienced. Our position is not solidified. Do not treat our enemies as common gangsters. They have the run of the planet. We do not. Respect that fact, or they will make you.” Unable to bear the thought of him running his mouth, Anari held up a hand to silence him before she’d seen a twitch at the corners of his mouth. The last thing she needed was to hear an argument from anyone here, least of all him.
“We need more than their drug processing facilities. Something serious. Something that will throw them off their guard.” She glanced over her shoulder to Match. “Is there such a target, something to infiltrate? To disassemble from within? If so, provide it, and we can show you that the New Republic can accomplish this mission. Not everything need be solved with a full-scale invasion.”
It was Anari’s first and foremost instinct to deny Match’s belief. To say that nothing would have changed was an exaggeration, one often used by those lacking foresight. If his arrival were truly dependent on the approval of those working against them, she would have to question the choice of bodyguards that accompanied him here. She then wondered if it was because he was smart enough to know that he did not want to die easy, yet Match was stupid enough to choose this course of action over anything else available to him. It didn’t add up. Nothing about this situation spelled good things for either party, that is if Match was indeed telling the truth.
After he addressed Senator Ordo with assurance—false ones, ones she herself could still not believe—Anari would quickly cut in once again, preventing the Senator from speaking over her.
“You risked your life and the lives of your people by traveling here only to doubt our ability to achieve ample results, all based on the lack of starships filling the skies and armed soldiers storming the streets?” Anari questioned bitterly. “This world is diseased. We wish to be a cure to good people here, people you claim to be part of. And the way I see it, “Match”, you have already placed your community in danger by being here. There were better ways to reach out to us, yet you chose to waltz here both bold and stupid. Now, without a doubt, people will suffer for it.”
Unfinished with the guilty parties within the room, Anari turned around, coming face-to-face with Commander Gallowin.
“As for you, Commander, I expected better from one so decorated and experienced. Our position is not solidified. Do not treat our enemies as common gangsters. They have the run of the planet. We do not. Respect that fact, or they will make you.” Unable to bear the thought of him running his mouth, Anari held up a hand to silence him before she’d seen a twitch at the corners of his mouth. The last thing she needed was to hear an argument from anyone here, least of all him.
“We need more than their drug processing facilities. Something serious. Something that will throw them off their guard.” She glanced over her shoulder to Match. “Is there such a target, something to infiltrate? To disassemble from within? If so, provide it, and we can show you that the New Republic can accomplish this mission. Not everything need be solved with a full-scale invasion.”
Giving @mattmanganon 24 hours to post before I do.
The perimeter surrounding the base—Enclave Zeta—appeared secure enough to withstand assault from a respectable group of enemies. Those that were not hard at work unloading supplies, managing information on consoles, or communicating with other individuals were well-armed patrolmen making rounds. Anari could not deny the Commander in charge of the base kept the men and women watchful, for not one appeared lax in the duties assigned to them. Everyone remained alert, their bodies and minds focused on the task at hand, acting with the drive she came to expect from members of the New Republic. As the perimeter check concluded, she let herself breathe easier.
Now, only the other members chosen for this assignment, as well as the Commander’s decisions, were to be critically examined.
By the time she finished introducing herself to some of the staff responsible for watching the perimeter, as well as those who maintained the defense systems in place, she stepped out to find that the gathering of unique individuals vanished, and in the place of that gathering was single, elderly man closely flanked by five armed men. They did not wear garb related to the New Republic, nor did she recall the man’s mention by description. From what she could tell based on how several men stopped to stare at the group, they were new to the base. Locals. An opportunity for diplomacy, perhaps.
Anari counted down from ten before she strode after them, noted the men watching the door, and came to a stop nearby to listen in to the conversation within, ignoring the curious and lustful gazes from the guards. Her eyes trained to the ground below her, she heard the introductions—“Match” was the name, or alias, of the elderly man within. The exchange between the two told her much, yet it brought several more questions to the forefront of her mind. Questions that no one—not the fellow Jedi within, nor the Commander, nor the other, a Senator—seemed to be asking. If there was one thing she could not stand in the galaxy, it was carelessness.
Biding her time up until the Senator concluded her introduction and attempt to relate closely to Match, Anari could no longer stand idle. Her eyes opened and she moved for the door, opening it with a subtle wave of her hand. Once inside, she contained her irritation, instead bringing her attention to the most important question she could for Match to answer for. Her desire to receive his complete attention was strong, so much that she stepped in front of him and met his eyes with a powerful stare betraying her soft features.
“Before you answer the senator, I would ask that you answer me.” Anari gave a brief pause, yet spoke again before any could intervene. “The New Republic’s presence here is not welcome by all. We have enemies both mysterious and resourceful on all sides, and they likely outnumber you and your community. There are forces here that may not take kindly to you being here and suggesting you could help us. You, who traveled with five armed men, would not have gone unnoticed. Don’t think it for a second.”
Five men armed and surrounding you made you difficult to approach, but not difficult to see. Coming here so boldly was careless. Careless and stupid. What good was an ally that lacked tact and believed only in immediate safety, rather than the long term?
“So, I ask you, “Match”, what good is an ally that cannot keep their head down—especially one that may have been followed here?” Anari asked. “You not only risk your life, but the lives of those who have confidence in you. Reckless. Foolish. Someone is going to want you dead for this.”
Now, only the other members chosen for this assignment, as well as the Commander’s decisions, were to be critically examined.
By the time she finished introducing herself to some of the staff responsible for watching the perimeter, as well as those who maintained the defense systems in place, she stepped out to find that the gathering of unique individuals vanished, and in the place of that gathering was single, elderly man closely flanked by five armed men. They did not wear garb related to the New Republic, nor did she recall the man’s mention by description. From what she could tell based on how several men stopped to stare at the group, they were new to the base. Locals. An opportunity for diplomacy, perhaps.
Anari counted down from ten before she strode after them, noted the men watching the door, and came to a stop nearby to listen in to the conversation within, ignoring the curious and lustful gazes from the guards. Her eyes trained to the ground below her, she heard the introductions—“Match” was the name, or alias, of the elderly man within. The exchange between the two told her much, yet it brought several more questions to the forefront of her mind. Questions that no one—not the fellow Jedi within, nor the Commander, nor the other, a Senator—seemed to be asking. If there was one thing she could not stand in the galaxy, it was carelessness.
Biding her time up until the Senator concluded her introduction and attempt to relate closely to Match, Anari could no longer stand idle. Her eyes opened and she moved for the door, opening it with a subtle wave of her hand. Once inside, she contained her irritation, instead bringing her attention to the most important question she could for Match to answer for. Her desire to receive his complete attention was strong, so much that she stepped in front of him and met his eyes with a powerful stare betraying her soft features.
“Before you answer the senator, I would ask that you answer me.” Anari gave a brief pause, yet spoke again before any could intervene. “The New Republic’s presence here is not welcome by all. We have enemies both mysterious and resourceful on all sides, and they likely outnumber you and your community. There are forces here that may not take kindly to you being here and suggesting you could help us. You, who traveled with five armed men, would not have gone unnoticed. Don’t think it for a second.”
Five men armed and surrounding you made you difficult to approach, but not difficult to see. Coming here so boldly was careless. Careless and stupid. What good was an ally that lacked tact and believed only in immediate safety, rather than the long term?
“So, I ask you, “Match”, what good is an ally that cannot keep their head down—especially one that may have been followed here?” Anari asked. “You not only risk your life, but the lives of those who have confidence in you. Reckless. Foolish. Someone is going to want you dead for this.”
Happened to fast?
Summary?
There's no need for a summary. Just sit down when you have time and read everything. Way too early in the roleplay to ask for summaries, friend.
Anari seems the most obvious candidate
Shhhhh... SHH SHH SHH...
Work it out among yourselves, yo, and go raid that den. Gonna hard pass on that >.>
As ugly as Gamorria looked in the distance, Anari was thankful to reach it once she emerged from hyperspace. She was the last ship to leave it, flanking a GR-75 transport packed with what medical supplies and ammunition the New Republic could spare to help reinforce the new foothold on the surface. Joining a small support fleet for the vessel, including a squadron of X-wings and a Nebulon-B frigate, she opted to make herself useful from the start by linking up with the small group over Chandrila, straight from Yavin IV’s Jedi Temple. As safe as the fleet was promised to be from attacks, she believed that a lax attitude would ensure a harsh defeat, just as the New Republic was getting started on this latest project.
The request for the Jedi to aid this project surprised her, specifically due to how unwelcoming this region of space was. As a part of the Outer Rim Territories, Gamorria was far from the Core Worlds, and the grip of the New Republic. Why the Senate wished for a move to be made this deep into hostile space, she couldn’t understand.
“This is the Resolution. You now have clearance to proceed to the surface,” announced the Captain aboard the Nebulon-B to all pilots in formation, as well as the transport. “Master Sato, appreciate the escort. Good luck down there.”
“We may need more than luck, Captain, but thank you. Be safe.” The formation that protected the transport grew in speed and she adjusted appropriately, descending towards the planet close behind the group.
The ugliness of Gamorria was made clearer once they broke through the clouds, allowing her to see this paradise for criminals up close. It reminded her of Coruscant; busy with rows upon rows of speeders tearing across the skies, joined by plumes of smoke scattered in the distance from factories and power plants. If Coruscant were the symbol of democracy in the galaxy, it was befitting that Gamorria be considered the exact opposite.
“Looks like we’re in the clear. Make your final approach.” The Wing Leader began increasing speed over the base, as did the two that closely flanked him.
Anari eyed the base from the rear of the transport, spying large turbo lasers scanning the skies. The towers drifted in their direction briefly before returning to their rotations, acknowledging the clearance given between the base’s personnel and the Redemption in orbit. As she reduced throttle and extended her landing gear, she gave one last glance at the squadron of X-Wing pilots as they peeled off from both the transport and herself, taking to a higher altitude to return to the Redemption once again.
“Give ‘em hell, Jedi!” The Wing Leader’s final words rang in the comm channel as both himself and his wingman vanished into the clouds once again.
Anari spotted the ground personnel waving her down and eased her ship into the designated landing platform. The transport landed not far beside her, where a ground crew moved forward with lifts and droids to remove the cargo within. She eyed the personnel briefly before raising the door of her cockpit and carefully descending the retractable ladder of her ship. With both feet on solid ground, she felt like she could breathe again, but only for a time. There was too much to be done.
“Stay with the ship,” she ordered her idle astromech who buzzed in agreement, shifting his head this way and that.
The hustling of soldiers, engineers, and droids showed that the productivity of the men and women stationed here was not to be questioned. It almost brought a smile to her face seeing cooperation on such a scale. Solitude and studying on Yavin IV denied her the pleasure of a functioning group working towards the same purpose. However, she did not let it distract her from the questions she did not receive satisfactory answers for, and they were ones that only the commander might be able to assist her with.
Looking around her surroundings, she caught glimpse of a small gathering of people. Some appeared to be hired help, mercenaries—a desperate move on the New Republic’s part to hire any, if at all—as well as the trappings of Jedi on a young woman in the prime of youth close beside a most familiar Jedi Master.
Urged more by the need to understand the bases defenses, she left her curiosities aside and moved to explore the base on her own before she tracked down the Commander in charge.
The request for the Jedi to aid this project surprised her, specifically due to how unwelcoming this region of space was. As a part of the Outer Rim Territories, Gamorria was far from the Core Worlds, and the grip of the New Republic. Why the Senate wished for a move to be made this deep into hostile space, she couldn’t understand.
“This is the Resolution. You now have clearance to proceed to the surface,” announced the Captain aboard the Nebulon-B to all pilots in formation, as well as the transport. “Master Sato, appreciate the escort. Good luck down there.”
“We may need more than luck, Captain, but thank you. Be safe.” The formation that protected the transport grew in speed and she adjusted appropriately, descending towards the planet close behind the group.
The ugliness of Gamorria was made clearer once they broke through the clouds, allowing her to see this paradise for criminals up close. It reminded her of Coruscant; busy with rows upon rows of speeders tearing across the skies, joined by plumes of smoke scattered in the distance from factories and power plants. If Coruscant were the symbol of democracy in the galaxy, it was befitting that Gamorria be considered the exact opposite.
“Looks like we’re in the clear. Make your final approach.” The Wing Leader began increasing speed over the base, as did the two that closely flanked him.
Anari eyed the base from the rear of the transport, spying large turbo lasers scanning the skies. The towers drifted in their direction briefly before returning to their rotations, acknowledging the clearance given between the base’s personnel and the Redemption in orbit. As she reduced throttle and extended her landing gear, she gave one last glance at the squadron of X-Wing pilots as they peeled off from both the transport and herself, taking to a higher altitude to return to the Redemption once again.
“Give ‘em hell, Jedi!” The Wing Leader’s final words rang in the comm channel as both himself and his wingman vanished into the clouds once again.
Anari spotted the ground personnel waving her down and eased her ship into the designated landing platform. The transport landed not far beside her, where a ground crew moved forward with lifts and droids to remove the cargo within. She eyed the personnel briefly before raising the door of her cockpit and carefully descending the retractable ladder of her ship. With both feet on solid ground, she felt like she could breathe again, but only for a time. There was too much to be done.
“Stay with the ship,” she ordered her idle astromech who buzzed in agreement, shifting his head this way and that.
The hustling of soldiers, engineers, and droids showed that the productivity of the men and women stationed here was not to be questioned. It almost brought a smile to her face seeing cooperation on such a scale. Solitude and studying on Yavin IV denied her the pleasure of a functioning group working towards the same purpose. However, she did not let it distract her from the questions she did not receive satisfactory answers for, and they were ones that only the commander might be able to assist her with.
Looking around her surroundings, she caught glimpse of a small gathering of people. Some appeared to be hired help, mercenaries—a desperate move on the New Republic’s part to hire any, if at all—as well as the trappings of Jedi on a young woman in the prime of youth close beside a most familiar Jedi Master.
Urged more by the need to understand the bases defenses, she left her curiosities aside and moved to explore the base on her own before she tracked down the Commander in charge.
I'll post either after work or tonight after some sleep.
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