Log:For Ackbar

For Ackbar

OOC Date: February 15, 2020
Location: Mon Calamari
Participants: Jessika Pava, Sajin, Vena, Ban Iskender, Merek, Jax Greystorm, Nova Korell, Dyannah Nerus, Rey, Chewbacca, Aryn Cole

<<"I've found it.">> Captain Pava says from behind the controls of a transport. They had descended from orbit into a terrible storm, and between the clouds, the violent winds, the rain and occasional hail, and now the hard part began. Jessika Pava is an ace pilot, tried and tested in the toughest battles of this generation and still, this was among the most difficult tasks to pilot. The shuttle veers a bit, but she corrects, and from the haze of torret rains and a strong gale of wind appears the looming strobe lights of the weapon that gripped Dac by its throat.

It takes up a huge surface area and rests well above the tumultuous stormy waves of the blue sea. It is made of black material, and is shaped hexagonal, stretching for miles with no immediate signs of entry. It is here our heroes must brave the elements and locate the path inside to disable this device and unchain the Mon Calamari people. Jessika dares to glance back from the cockpit. <<"TWO MINUTES OUT.. PREP YOURSELVES, IT'S HELL OUT THERE!">> They can hear it from inside as icy hail and the sheer force of rain pelt their covert shuttle.

In the back with the others is a scared Aryn Cole. She wears the green robes of a Jedi, and a protective hooded cape. Aryn's medical satchel hangs from one of her sides, and her lightsaber is clipped upon her belt. She unclips the weapon, bringing it in front of her for a moment to study and center herself. It's upon the living Force she draws strength, and a cleansing deep breath follows.

"Pity we can't wait for better weather," Nova Korell laments quietly, locking and loading her Tracker, then setting it into its rack and quickly checking her armor seals. A bad seal would be /very/ bad under current conditions.

She looks around the troop bay. "Everyone, buddy-check your gear! Make sure you've got your flotation devices! If you fall off a catwalk in full gear in this kind of weather, YOU! WILL! SINK! We don't have much air, those of us who do, so stay feet-dry! If you /do/ hit the water, pull the tab on your flotation device to inflate it, and yell like Hell for help! Anybody who hears someone yell for help, get to them as soon as you can!"

She lowers her voice a bit. "Remember one more thing: We're here to undo the evil the First Order did to the people of this world. That means we can't fail. We mess this up, millions will die. Dust off your A-games, folks, and may the Force be with us all!"

A face familiar to those who fought on Cophrigian IV, Ban Iskender is attired in pale grey dragoon's armor and green half cape. The effort to free Mon Calamari has brought many allies, and the young nobleman is one. He checks the charge of a heavy pistol, and the lie of a sheathed sword in the moments before the shuttle lands. A steady breath is drawn in and let out through his nose as the shuttle draws near to their mark. "Understood," he voices evenly to Nova's instructions, noting idly, "Climactic events do seem to invite incliment weather, for whatever cause."

Sajin is strapped in, rocking back and forth as the ship does. He is certainly not as scared as Princess Aryn l as there is a calm way about his as he double checks blaster packs and straps. He secures his power armor's helmet in place, the HUD coming to life inside, hiding the pretty Hapan face. <<"I might throw up... I hate water...">> He stand then. Biwcaster hefted in one hand and ready to go. The other grips onto a strap so he can look out a viewport for aome type of good spot for jess to land or for them in enter. He turns around nd a moment to look at the others, his grey cape with the yellow inseam fluttering just a bit againt the gray armor he wears. <<"This should be fun.">>

Merek looks to the structure of the machine that keeps Dac in First Order rule, while he takes a moment to check up on his gear. He has dual pistols, which he checks at the hip, with a belt as well as a satchel of his equipment. He places on the helmet of his, the suit of his armor shifting into a black and a sea-green camo-pattern. The man places a rifle about the shoulder strap, with a look to his wrist computer while he takes a railing and listens to the sound of that rain. He latches a few glowsticks along the belt while he places a fire blade upon another. Orange faceplate brings up enemy targeting.

Sometimes the hardest thing Jax does these days is put his life in the hands of other pilots. He knew Pava was good, like all the members of Black Squadron but that didn't mean he had to like it. So he sits wearing his Clone Commander Armor with his eyes cloes. Though something draws his attention and his eyes open, "Trust in the force, Doc like Nova said. We're also here for the Princess. I was here for the first go around." Then he slips out his Dl-44, checking it for the third time. Then realizing he hadn't checked it. He changes out the power pack. Then goes back to meditating. He'll be ready when this all goes down. He promises.

How did Vena'nratha get here? No one knows. She just sort of keeps showing up when the New Republic and others include Civies in with their endeavors. The old Chiss is in her armor and sitting calmly with her hands on her knees as she watches the others and there's a nod to Nova when she's telling people to buddy check gear and things. The Chiss sets about doing that, making sure everything is in place before the drop.

Ground combat is far from the Zeltron's strong points but the fight for Mon Calamari has a particular meaning for her beyond the call of its natural beauty. The shuttle rocking does nothing for her stomach though she has flown shuttles for close to nine years now. Visor shield still up it frames the classical lines of her face, its pink hues paling as they hit a pocket of air. After a last minute check of her Caelli-Merced, she holsters it, pulls her visor down and trips the HUD, the icons for the people that will be going in on this shuttle light up at the bottom of the frame. <Copy that, Nova. Buoyancy is a plus.>

Aryn opens her eyes as the ship rocks, and turns toward Jax who tells her to trust in the force. "Trust in your footing as well." Nova's words are taken into account and the Jedi is fastening her device to her. The final item added to her belt is the rebreather intended for underwater breathing, should that be a thing.

The ship rocks hard, and Jessika has to stand up to slap a magnetic control to keep the vessel in place. <<"We're landed. Hatch coming down!">>

Aryn hangs onto the bar placed above the center walkway for balance. A moment is taken to pull her eye-protection over her eyes before looking toward the ramp as it opens.

HARSH gusts of wind push into the craft followed by stinging rain as the roar of loud waves can be heard over that of the vents and engines of their craft. Water rushes over the ramp slightly, then recedes, revealing the dark walkway once again. The way is forward.

Venturing out to this great platformed weapon reveals that this structure is the pinnacle of engineering. A mountain sized white capped wave forms as lightning flashes overhead and thunder rumbles-- yet the platform is in no immediate danger as it shifts in the water to ride the wave.

Visibility is limited given the volume and intensity of warm rain, but the red strobe lights on the structure glow bright. They need a way in, and quick, because it looks like their presence was noticed. TIEs scream by overhead, escorting a series of transports looking for our heroes' ship. It appears there's some sort of jammer in place that has kept Jessika from appearing on sensors.

Nova nods to Ban and Sajin, smiles reassuringly at Vena, Dyannah, and Aryn, and pulls on her featureless, urban-camo helmet, with its hastily-added Resistance symbol. <Com check... we'll need them in this. We probably won't be able to hear each other's voices in this,> she says, as the ship touches down.

The ramp drops, and she dashes out into the stormy Hell that is Mon Calamari on a bad day. Those low-flying fighters don't even make her pause. <Everybody, we've already got company! There's a landing platform out there, and I'm seeing troops disembarking! They're a ways off, but things'll get hot before long, so stay sharp!>

Ban Iskender rises with the others, a dry smile curling his lip at Aryn's quip of minding footing as well as the Force. <Check,> he reports on cue. Pistol in one hand, his grip with the other keeps him stable until the band emerges into the heavy rain and flashing red strobe lights of the superweapon's surface. Only then does he draw the sheathed sword in his left hand. Voice raised to be heard over the elements, with the looming wave encroaching, Ban points his sword and calls, <There: a trench in the structure's surface- I know not it's purpose, but we'll be safe from the sea.>

Sajin nods to Ban as he steps off the ship and onto the surface of the monstrosity. A gauntleted hand reaches out to point in toward the violent myst, helmet likely clearing up a lot of foddder with the weather. <<"Some type of sensor equipment in regular intervals. Im guessing security. They likely know we are here already. Stay frosty!" Merek looks with the macrobinoculaurs to the place that Nova mentions, while he checks the comlink, <"I have confirmation that we have a troop transport landing in that area."> Then he nods while he unholsters both pistols, lifting them up while he shifts his gaze between folk, with an activation of the T1 stealth that's on that armor of his as well. The camo shifts while he asks, "What's the plan? I'm not sure complete stealth is possible."

Calling visibility poor is an understatement as vast as the wave that smashes into the structure making the giant platform that it sits on rock. First view makes it look like a solid structure, smooth and impenetrable. Using the enhanced vision that her helmet provides, Dyannah alternates between studying its surface and keeping her footing. Ban's announcement focuses her, comprehension dawning as she zooms in on the trench. <Those are engineering accesses for surface repair and getting to different parts of the structure.>

Jax rises pulling his helmet and lights his saber as the team emerges out onto the plateform. His eyes eyes going to the security that Sajin calls out. "He's right about the security equipment." Ht though turns his head at Dyannah's comment about access hatches, "I got a universal key."

Vena gives a nod to Aryn and to the others as they speak. Listening to them as they go over things. The Chiss gives a look to the ramp as people head down it and apparently the red eyed woman doesn't make out what the others do. << I'm following the lead of whoever is in charge here.>> she states. There's a look to the familiar faces that she's met once or twice, but, she's quiet as they get to going.

With the group outside now, Aryn turns to look at their experienced members, nodding back to Vena who states following whoever was in charge. Aryn just pointed at Nova, because it seemed like the officer was the loudest. Jessika closed the vessel's ramp and disengaged her landing struts to drift back into the air. A second or so later, and the TIEs go after her. Their green laser bolts color the clouds as the ships disappear into the mists and storm around them.

Sajin and Jax were correct about the surveillance gear. On the trek over toward the landing platform, two of the surveillance posts had caught them in the feed, using the trench to avoid being swept away by the waves, while dashing toward the only entrance (made visible by the landing of the FO craft.)

They arrive at the landing zone in short order to find that it has 5 Elite Stormtroopers wearing black armor near the shuttle overseeing the offload of much needed rations. Five standard white armored troopers were the working party for this, and they were pushing the hover sleds toward a large set of bay doors that were closed at the moment. A transmission gets through to one of the Elite guards, and she places a hand to the side of her helmet as if receiving something over the radio. She points in the general direction of our heroes' trench and motions for her squad to follow in order to investigate.

There doesn't appear to be much choice: They'll have to take the trenches to avoid being swept into the sea. And the landing zone farther on seems to hold the only entrance close by. Not that they'll have time to look for it. Nova takes a deep breath and drops into the trench, leading the way. < I hope we'll have a chance to get better recon next time...>

It's a long walk, considering the conditions. Next time, she'll take the train. The literal one. What with the landing craft, trouble was bound to be waiting for them. The ten white-armored troopers on the landing pad are plain enough. <Looks like guests. Let's welcome them to Man Calamari!> she calls, taking cover behind a support stanchion and opening fire!

Two troopers go down in short order. But they've got friends.

Ban Iskender holds the sword vertically in his left hand as the party hurries toward the landing zone. Upon spotting the ten troopers unloading the shuttle. <Once those doors open, we'll need to enter quickly, to take control before this device can be activated,> he observes evenly. When the elite squad of black armored troopers start their way, the dragoon notes, <They're coming.> When Nova fires, Ban follows suit, shooting one of the nearer elite troopers twice, remaining near Aryn. <Who can secure the doors?>

Sajin brings the big bowcaster un his arms to bear, the sight lining up on one of the black clad troopera. <<"Yall with the laser blades, get out there and do some work... those triopers will give us a hell of a reprisal.">> Then there is a loud crack from his bowcaster an a quarreo rockts into one of said troopera, sending the flying in a shower of sparks and flame.

Merek moves to position within cover while he looks from trench to the stormtroopers that are coming their way. He waits for the order, lifting up with the dual pistols, beginning to fire into the stormtroopers, one bolt striking into one's armor with that crimson bolt, the orange sear of metal appearing while they're taken to the floor.

The soldier lifts up from the cover while he uses crates to advance into position, spinning his weapons, keeping a little bit low as well.

The rain hisses as it strikes Jax's blade and instally turns to steam. < I got the doors.> Then Jax takes off on a run toward the Elite Black armored storm trooper just as he meets the troopers he goes tumbling forward and comes up on a knee driving his blad through one of the trooper. Then up on his feet spinning his blad around to sice one troopers in half. Then the blade comes up as he removes the head off another one. Jax's standing there bring his blade up in a defensive stance on the ready.

Vena doesn't go into the trench. She's not a shooter. She's a melee and fist to face type of gal when she's on the ground. And apparently Jax is as well as the woosh woosh of a lightsaber is heard. The older woman is handling to vibrodaggers as she charges the troopers and there's a series of well executed cuts and thrusts as she downs one of the troopers. <Sajin, Jax glad you saw that. Here we go, it didn't take them long to see us coming.> The King of Drik and Greystorm move in front of Dyannah creating mayhem with sword and bowcaster. Their troop mow down the opposition, reducing them from eleven to three. Return fire whizzes past her head making her flatten against the side of the trench, taking a quick step out she wings one of the stormtroopers making him stagger back, his shots going wild.

<<"No need, Corsair. This is something I can aid with.">> Aryn says over the comms. Aryn steps past Ban and onto the landing pad itself. She has to clip her lightsaber back to her belt, but the small Jedi raises both her hands and draws upon the force. Stretching her arms wide, and pushing her influence against the structural integrity of the doors, Aryn manages to open them. The Jedi shakes as the wind blows her hood back, revealing a youthful face that's focused. Gesturing with her hands in a 'pull apart' motion, the doors grind loudly before jerking back along their tracks and sparking. The phenomenon causes the troopers to make a double take before engaging the group.

FIVE more stormtroopers jog out from the newly made opening with their rifles shouldered. The Corporal yells engage and takes a knee to begin holding off the invaders!

Nova sticks to her cover, continuing to cover the advance. She notes the incoming enemies. <More company... great.>

Her next shots take down the last black-armored trooper. Her sigh is audible over the com. <There, but for the grace of truth, go I... Rest in peace, brother. Your struggle is at an end. Pity we can't say the same about the war.>

Ban Iskender advances along with the others as Aryn breaks the doors open forcibly. "That.. will certainly secure the doors, Highness," he commends off comms with an unseen arched eyebrow. Then a fresh squad emerges, and Ban starts into a run toward the opened passage, firing on the move and striking down one of the newly arrived Stormtroopers.

Sajin is a steady unmovable objectt and an unstoppable force all in one. Crouched forward in a slimmer profile, he targets one of the emerging troopers with his bowcaster. Another loud clap, like that of the thunder in the storm, rockets and slams into white armor violently, sparking with a bit of flame from the friction. He contiues forward, one booot in fromt of the other thumping against the durosteel plating.

Sajin is a steady unmovable objectt and an unstoppable force all in one. Crouched forward in a slimmer profile, he targets one of the emerging troopers with his bowcaster. Another loud clap, like that of the thunder in the storm, rockets and slams into white armor violently, sparking with a bit of flame from the friction. He contiues forward, one booot in fromt of the other thumping against the durosteel plating.

Merek looks to the stormtroopers coming from the open door when Cole begins pulling the way. He does look a bit like he was wishing to wait a moment, then he notices two of the team are fired upon taking the shots. He lifts up his pistols while he begins to fire again, taking another of the troopers to the floor while he begins to advance.

<Fine with me, Doc.> Jax says as he launches into another trio of Stormtroopers. < I never was good with telekinsis. Let's hope there's No Knights here today.> He looks around for a mometn, <Thanks, Dyannah. Stay safe out there.>

Vena's shot and there's a laugh that's given after she's growled through the pain, <<They can actually hit something.>> she quips as she gets her sights steady again. She sees the light of Jax's lightsaber and is careful to avoid that thing. As she didn't want to lose an arm. She goes after the next trooper that she sees with an intent focus on ending them.

The efficiency of her comrades allows Dyannah the leisure to reload her gun. Trotting behind the others she enters the planet bound Starkiller, heart in her mouth, unsure of the safe return that Jax wishes her.

With the doors opened, and the squad of troopers taken care of, our heroes are given a brief moment of peace. Rain pelts all around them, and the roar of waves loom. The way in is ahead, the doors malfunctioning and sparking having been taken off their tracks to remain open.

Once inside, the group is moving down a gradual ramp like hallway that is tall and wide, and aligned with red lighting. It seemed that the weapon facility was under some sort of alert, likely due to their arrival. Aryn speaks up now that the roar of the ocean is no longer something they must contend with. "If any require aid, now may be the time to see to it. We do not know the depths of this facility, nor how many troopers await us."

< I could use a little help,> Nova admits as she steps inside, making sure the landing pad is empty behind them. <Got scratched. And... did you get hit, too?> she asks Vena, looking to the Chiss. < If anybody else is hurt, sing out now. I doubt we'll have much time to do anything about it.>

Ban Iskender gains the doors, scans the corridor with pistol levelled, and moves in with the others, shifting to favor his sword as the sounds of weather recede. "All we know is that we must move swiftly once able."

Sajin looks around as soon as they enter but doesn't stop moving. His lamp pops on too in the lower light. He drops his bowcaster, letting it hang from its single point sling... the draws the bug ebony eyyk blade from his back.

Merek lifts up the pistols while he places one into the holster, then he snaps away the pack from the one he's wielding, placing another into it. Both hands are placed upon the blaster while he begins to move along with the party. There's a look to Nova and to Vena, "Are you two alright?" he asks, then he looks to the Jedi, <"Would it be best for Jedi to take point while range offers support?"> he asks to Korell.

<Not a jedi, but I can take point.> Jax says turning off his saber to not to accidently hurt anyone while they prep the next step. He moves up the door and re-lights the saber. < I'm not going to suggest Doc take point since she's in charge of the operation but It's her show.>

<< If someone could scan an old woman with a medpac before our next wave I would be eternally grateful.>> Vena states over the comms as she kicks a Stormtrooper's lifeless arm out of the way. <<Everyone doing okay out there other than the few hits?>> she asks. Because checking on your fellow people was a good thing. She gives a nod to Nova, <<Yeah, it'll heal up though. I'm too stubborn to die right now.>> she grins behind her helm. Then she's assessing the lay of the land for the moment.

Over a /private/ channel to Jax, <Another good call, the princess is strong but we need her skills in other arenas. It'll be her call.> Blaster at the ready Nerus advances with the others, the HUD providing low light vision in the corridor. She steps over a dead stormtrooper forming up behind Sajin's large form.

With weapons reloaded or changed out, and wounds seen to for the group, our heroes press onward and deeper into the facility. They pass signs for receiving, armory, barracks, and then the Control Room.

The direction for the control room takes them further into the facility, to a long corridor with a window that provided a view of the central most atrium. Pausing to look through the view port, the team can see the depth charges strung up along the walls awaiting deployment. The pressure inside the atrium was incredible though, as it suffered the shifting tide and depths of Dac's ocean. From their view, the team could see the central control center suspended above this atrium, with an enclosed causeway that connected with the very corridor they were in now.

Unfortunately, the tell-tale sound of boots hitting the deck spelled danger ahead as 18 Elite guards moved into position to engage, breaking from the formation run to find cover along the corridor stanchions.

Near the front of the group, Aryn takes a timid step back at seeing such stout resistance. Her lightsaber is brought to life though, and the blade is brought to a defensive position in front of her. Its humming presence and prior SNAP-HISS distinctive. "Wait!.. NO ONE FIRE!" Aryn yells. An awkward pause before she speaks. "No one needs lose their life here. Please.. we all know that engaging in combat endangers this facility. One wrong blaster could spell the doom of everyone here. Crushing waters and an impossible pressure that will kill us before we drown. Set aside your weapons, live to see another day. Please..."

Another long moment and one rifle is cast out to the center of the corridor deck, then another, and another.. and before long all 18 Elite troopers have cast their weapons down before the group. "The way is open. Give us our lives and we'll not trouble you." The lead trooper said, stepping out from cover to wave a hand.

At the control room at last, Nova snaps up her carbine to cover their would-be opponents... and holds fire on Aryn's command. -It's a sensible option,- she encourages the troopers. -What's being done here, it's a crime against this entire world. Step away, live another day, and give that some thought. There's more than one kind of order in this galaxy. Some of them don't depend on dragging people from their homes in the dead of night, or killing anyone who doesn't fall into lockstep. Read some history, /real/ history. You might discover them.-

She gives Aryn an impressed look, but doesn't comment, stepping aside to let the troopers through.

Ban Iskender holds a step back and to the side of the Jedi as Aryn stands forward and appeals to the foe. He manages not to comment on how much less impressive his crystal sword is beside an actual lightsaber. He also manages not to express surprise when the diplomatic approach.. works. He stands aside with the others to let the surrendering troopers pass. "Well spoken, Highness," he bids, before looking aside to Sajin who walks near and nodding to the larger warrior before starting forward toward the control chamber they had spied through the viewport.

Merek snaps with the sight of the pistol to each of the stormtroopers while he waits for Aryn's diplomacy to complete. When it looks like that has been solved, he nods a bit while he begins to advance along in cover. "Find a better job." Which is his advice, the man looking a bit more intent upon the task. The scanner of the wrist computer works while he then takes up position.

Sajin looks to aryn, then the troopers, then to aryn and finally back tonthe troopers. "... Yeah... what she said."

Jax lowers his saber though it's kept in a position to flick the blade up, to deflect an attack if it's a trap. He smiles under his helmet at Aryn's words, <Yup, there are good reasons not to put her at point. Just like that. Still weird calling her Princess, though I think the Princess is looking down proud at that.> Jax replies to Dyannah. He's offering troopers and Aryn too much respect to add his smart ass comments.

Vena watches and listens as she keeps her blades in hand. She doesn't run out and try to stab anyone violently as Aryn speaks and there's a nod to that when there's troopers standing down. "Excellent." the Chiss states simply.

Using the native skill of empathy in combat is perilous for a Zeltron; it is too easy to lose one's self in the maelstrom of violence and fear. The relief that washes over Dyannah staggers her for a step, she recovers with a sense of wonder and gratitude for the Jedi leading them. Gun still in hands, she passes the troopers with a bemused smile hidden by her helmet.

With the troopers gone, Aryn finally lowers her weapon, feeling, for the moment, surprise that her plea for reason actually worked. She withdrew her blade by deactivating it, and the hilt found its place upon her belt again before stepping forward to follow after Nova. Her thanks for the compliments were replied to quietly, ever bashful and timid as Aryn had always been.

The control room is a large circular room with consoles all around. There's a number of systems at work here, including the following:

- A security station with terminals of surveillance feeds. - Sensor jammer which is active and functioning. - Encrypted hardlined communications which are used when the order is given to deploy the weapons (This is ringing off the hook.) - Weapons controls, the screen blinking for confirmation to launch.

Before this weapons console stands a single First Order officer, a young woman whose hand hovered over the button ready to deploy the bombs. She looks up fearful as everyone files in.

A peaceful resolution... if only every fight ended that way. Nova nods again to Aryn and steps forward into the next chamber.

And there, only one of the First Order remains. Nova snaps up her weapon, aiming at the frightened officer. -/Don't/,- she says sharply. -Your guards have surrendered. You're the last one here. Take your hand away from that button, and you'll live another day. Because trust me, I'll kill you to keep you from destroying this planet.-

Her aim doesn't even waver. She's not kidding.

Ban Iskender isn't able to cross that ground swiftly enough. He knows there are others present who can, and he does what he can to win a mere moment or two for the others to act. "If you've waited this long, you already know this is not a deed you wish to live with. I pray you, madam: leave it be, and live."

Sajin can hear the others speaking, pleading, threatening. It doesn't take an idiot like Sajin to understand that thing will go to absolute drek in moments if thise steadfast officer presses that button. He's quick, even before Ban finishes his unsuccessful plea, the Hapan is swining the large blade from a slow angle. It sweeps up and... right through her fore arm, seperating the apendage. He follows up with a heave swing down and across, chopping through her neck and down to the other side of her chest. It's a horrific and bloody sight. Her innards spill out, the whie of bone mixing with the red of blood and muscle. Far less clean like that of a lightsaber. It was horrific and cruel. The Hapan carries on, moving towards the encrypted coms. <<"Sorry about the mess...">>.

Merek walks up into the control room, then watches as people speak with the Officer, waiting to see if she will listen. Then Sajin begins to kill the woman. He watches the man, not commenting. He then takes a moment to lift up his pistol level with Latal, then he fires a shot into her. It is quick and precise, just in case she was still just alive enough to feel anything, a little mercy.

Then he's holstering the weapon while he takes a holo projection as he picks up a code cylinder from the officer, taking a moment to check a prompt which he uses to begin deactivating the weapon system. The meters all begin to stabilize while the coolant begins to fill the machine. His gloves dance along the terminal with skill, <"Weapons deactivated.">

Jax had left the surrender of the the young officer in Aryn Cole's hands so he wasn't looking when Sajin handled the matter the old fashion way. He stepped up the com scrambler then promply slices into the electrical equipment with his saber. < Is there any data we should be minning like the plans on how all this works?"

Vena moves after Sajin slices and dices the last person. Welp. Time to go see if they were going to have any company coming back. She was hoping they wouldn't and she wasn't the computer specialist of the group as it was. The tall Chiss takes long strides to cover the back. Making sure nothing is going amiss...that isn't already amiss.

Dyannah knew when she accepted the handsome Hapan into her fleet that she should prepare for many 'eye roll' moments. When he excuses himself for the mess after eviscerating the officer, she shakes her head skirting a growing pool of blood heading for a computer and muttering, "Hapans happen."

Head down she tries to enter into the encrypted com system, repeatedly getting bleeps.

"WHY ARE THE BOMBS NOT LAUNCHING YET?-- WHO ARE THE DEVIL ARE YOU?" from the holoprojector startles a yipped, "Goddess of mercy!"from her.

Hand on her holstered gun she calmly withdraws it and answers in her primmest upper class Zeltron accent, "The last thing you'll ever see if I have my way." She shoots its lights out.

Aryn watches in dismay as the officer is cut down in a two-fold attack. It is not a clean kill, and the bright arterial blood peppers Aryn's cheek as she watches with a blank stare, some might say slightly haunted. She's drawn from this when Jax cuts up the sensor jamming station. Communications begin to filter in across the comm station where local nationals of the planet are communicating, inspired to rise up and join a fleet battle above.

Aryn turns away from the violence and takes a deep breath. She reasons that perhaps it was the only choice, and she had not responded to diplomacy. A shaking breath exits from her mouth before she produces a comm unit and triggers the device on. <<"Blue, it's Doc. We've accomplished our mission. The weapon is offline. We're heading back to the surface of the platform, and it should be visible on your sensors now. We'll send up a red flare so you know where to set down.">>

To the others, "We can let the New Republic sort this facility out. Our mission is complete. Let's head top side, my friend is picking us up."

The group makes for the exit and returns to the surface to find that the storm has moved on, and in its place the sun is rising with clearing skies. A fleet battle rages above the planet, and there's a massive aerial battle in atmosphere above. Aryn draws a flare gun from her belt, aims it skyward, firing off a single spark of red that climbs high with a red smoke streamer from its point of origin. "To light the way," Aryn says softly, peering up hopefully.

Through the Mon Cala clouds there comes the sight of flashes of red and green followed moments there-after by the familiar form of the Millennium Falcon bursting through the underside of the dark and heavy cloud cover! Its ventral and dorsal cannons firing quad laser blasts back in the direction it came from with emerald green lasers sweeping over and under it as it spins through the air!

A TIE Fighter emerges from the clouds just in time to have all four cannons from the Falcon's upper turret splash into its cockpit canopy and cause a chain reaction of damage that detonates the TIE and sends its hexagonal wings twirling off in all directions!

Another TIE sweeps through the smoke and debris of its former co=pilot as its tails after the YT-1300! More green laser fire is lobbed at the nimble Corellian craft that sweeps down over the landscape and kicks up sand and then water in its wake! The TIE fighter is forced to fly up above the wake of the Falcon's wash and as the disc-shaped freighter sweeps up onto its port side it fires another blast that sheers off a wing of the TIE in hot pursuit! The SFS starfighter splashes down into the water and sends a wave of sparkling Mon Cala ocean in all directions.

The ocean falls fairly quiet again though the sounds of distant alarms from the nearby Mon Calamari city give an ominous backdrop to the ambiance of the planet in a state of war...

The red flare shoots up into the sky and sizzles in the oxygen as it burns bright and hot.

On the other side of the platform the Millennium Falcon roars up above it and twists its body around as it sweeps in and over to where the flare had originated from! The ship's boarding ramp begins to lower and on its end stands Rey in her white clothing, whipping in the winds with her saber held in her hand but not ignited. She waves her arm out at the others.

"Lets go, lets go!" Rey shouts across the distance.

In the sky? More TIEs are incoming, their engines wailing!

Sajin returns the blade to his back, turning back towards the exit and walking past the bloody mess of an officer he left. Grey cape still dripping wet from the rain outside swaying as he moves. He remains quiet even as he boards the falcon. Once inside, he takes off his helmet to reveal those pretty plush lips and dreamy hazel eyes. He produces a candy bar from his ulility belt. Sitting back against he bulkhead he takes a bite and chews. Eyes close and a he sighs, "Oh yeah... that's he spot..."

When it looks like the mission is complete, Merek lifts up the weapon from the holster while he places a new pack into that sleek EL-718. When they come to the Millenium Falcon, he places the weapon into the holster while he boards with a nod to the Skywalker. <"Alright, the war isn't finished, although we've won a true victory. Ackbar's people will be free.">

Jax goes racing past Rey onto the Falcon. His saber hanging off his belt and his helmet maglocked to the side, a knowing smile on his face on his expression. "Ask the Doc, how she handled an Elite Squadron on her own." Then he takes off for one of the gun wells to man a gun. It's been a while but he knows where they're at and how they work.

"Listen to the Jedi!" Vena shouts at the others when Rey states that they need to get going. Bizz wasn't here to shout about the Force and she doesn't feel like being an annoyance about it. So the Chiss makes sure to cover those that are heading out. She's got a knife, so covering people is subjective as to how good she does. She makes her way out with the rest. Thanking Nova and others for the healing after they are in a safe place.

The Zeltron trots on board after Jax, smiling as she passes Rey, "Aryn saved a lot of lives down there. She gives me hope. The whole team did well, if you were to ask me." More sedately, Dyannah heads for the other gun well.

Aryn brings up the rear of the group, beginning at a walk while she holsters the flare gun, then running to reach the ramp. She makes it to Rey, glances up at her as the jets from the vents make her hair go crazy and her cape take flight. Blood speckled and pale, looking cold even, the shorter Jedi just nods, glances back at the weapon, then moves further into the Falcon to go terrorize Chewie while holding Porg Warrior.