Log:New Republic: A Spark to Light the Fire

New Republic: Spark to Light the Fire

OOC Date: April 25, 2020
Location: Sullust
Participants: New Republic, David Ironside, Ektor, Vhe Tenara, Lokir, Elrych Cometburn, Barad, Jax Greystorm, Naome Naberrie

Those who find themselves here, have answered the call from the Senator of Naboo. Sullust, a world still trapped beneath the oppressive thumb of the First Order, is in a sad (sadder) state. What had been, say earlier this cycle, a relative painless occupation of the space above the world has changed drastically.

Upon arriving in freighters and fighters, those friendly with the New Republic were swarmed by disheveled laborers of a nearby village situated along the outskirts of one of the major cities. Further examination of the surroundings revealed a cavern with hovel type homes packed into what passed as a massive atrium built out of the obsidian stone. Power was limited, food and supplies were limited, and the situation these people lived in was atrocious even by poor standards.

For much of the day, supplies have been eagerly passed out to Sullustans and laborers, disseminating the mercy care to the denizens through an underground Resistance. This favor, this show of support, has encouraged the locals enough to trust Lady Naome of the Naboo and take her to meet the conspirator's of the planet's Resistance.

All seems well until a platoon of Stormtroopers arrive by shuttle near the space port. It's night time, with limited light, and the frightened denizens who have shops along the canyon leading to the cavern have begun to run to the cavern heralding the troopers arrival. It's this very cavern our heroes find themselves in now. One objective stands out: Lady Naome must get off this planet alive if there's any hope for the intelligence she has to make it to the Senate.

At present, the Senator has not yet returned from meeting the underground.

David Ironside is here, having offered up his freighter for a cargo run. Of course, he finds himself in a bit of a jam, peeking out from behind cover occasionally, hoping the dark color on his armor hides him from enemy view. When the civilians (hah, like he's not one) rush past him, he tracks their path to an alcove where the adults talk their kids into hiding and staying put. He reaches to tap Naome on the shoulder and points them out to her. <"Look. They're running out of nook over there."> he tells her, turning his attention and his blaster pistol back to the entrance.

Vhe is here as an escort and Sullust is not a planet she is unfamiliar with it though it definitely is a side to the planet she has never seen before. The initiate paces slowly, a circuit to keep her limbs warmed as she rises onto her toes and stretches her hands over her head. Rocking back and forth Vhe does not see anything to note as her eyes scan quickly and without note of anything in particuliar. She hesitatse when she noticing something on the ground and bends over to pick it up. She turns the rock about in her hand, a tiny thing that caught the light just right.

A smile pulls at her lips at the simple beauty before rising up and letting it rest on the palm of her hand.

Ektor hadn't been tremendously helpful in the passing out of supplies. He'd been trying, but.. short attention span, easily bored, and he doesn't speak Sullustan very well. Luckily for everyone, the reformed (?) pirate had shown up with a pair of Sullustans from offworld, who were MUCH more valuable to the process. One had gone with Senator Naome to serve as her translator to the local rebels, the other has communicated with the locals in the cavern. Meanwhile Ektor... was Ektor. When something goes wrong, and stormtroopers are said to be on approach, the Tionese pilot groans, "Othankgawd, I was starting to think everything was going smooth. Not sure I coulda handled that." Turning his good eye about, after spotting the direction of the Orderly approach, Ektor hurry-hobbles toward a decent defensible position, overturning a sturdy metallic table for cover and hollering, "Hey, ah- anybody wants to do more shooting than getting shot, turn some a these over, yeah? Where's whats-her-name?" The Sullustan nearbvy names the Senator, deadpan. "Right, Naome. Like I said the first time. Whwere's she at?"

Lokir stands vigilant, pistol casually held at the ready beneath his black cloak. This sort of escort duty was very familiar--it tasted like childhood on Devaron. How many days and nights had Lokir spent quietly waiting for the gleam of white composite armor to enter his field of view? Imperial technology was expensive, but still couldn't rival the natural traits gifted to the sons and daughters of Devaron. A fact that the Empire learned to its detriment in its costly occupation of Devaron. Lokir keeps his head on a swivel, noting something of interest. < Searchlights dancing from spaceport to canyon trail. Stay sharp.>

Elrych Cometburn is not far from Vhe, turning his head yto hear children screaming in the alcove. " The Children... did you stick them down there?" Asked of one of the sullestians. A nod to Ektor as he unclips his lightsaber. His face is hidden behind his Void Armor helmet. "I am not sure where she is... we need to prepare to move these people."

Barad breathes deeply of the charred and sooty air, fraught with aeresolized toxic metals, ash, and goodenss - what - else. "Ahhh," thinks Barad. "Just like home!" What's not like home? People who care enough to try to help. Including, against all odds, Barad himself. Barad "unloads" the Incom 'Slingshot' freightr he arrived in, which takes all of 5 minutes given the ultralight freighter's "Snap - Together" design. Thereafer, he's free to turn his attention to other concerns. Searching the edges of the shadows and the murky twilight that might be more difficult for others, Barad locates a group of folk attempting to conceal their most vulnerable members and shifts over to help and offer suggestions. Two decades of enslavement under the Hutts -does- teach one how to hide and remain un-noticed at need . . . . hopefully, those skills will translate. . .

Jax had been working handing out stuff. Though as storm troopers start to show up he follows Ektor's lead and flips the table. His hand sliding down to his saber as he takes a defensive position. "Probably not our best Idea to let the Senator go off and debate with First Order. Hey Ektor, you seeing this? Those Stormies got a whole bunch of binder cuffs. You think thats for us or the locals? I mean it don't matter."

The First Order sticks out against the soot and ashen covered course path they march down. A collumn of white armored troopers carrying the standard F-11D, or the Incinerator packs, of which were held in the alert with muzzles and pilot-flames angled toward the ground.

A Sergeant marches out to the right of the formation marked clearly by his shoulder brassard and high leatherneck collar. Behind them, a black uniformed female officer followed, her attention on her datapad.

<"PLAHHHHH---TOOON HALT!"> The Sergeant yelled, and the troopers took one more step in unison then stomped their heels together. Turning to face the column, the Sergeant issued another command. <"READY--FACE!"> The troopers turned to face their Sergeant. <"This is a routine grab. Search every hovel, every crook and hide for their children. We want human children. Put them in binders, and if there's resistance.. kill em!">

The young female Lieutenant stepped beside the Sergeant, clearly greener than the experienced troopers. "Remember comms are spotty in the cavern. Move in pairs.." The Sergeant raised a hand to his helmet's fore and shook his head. <"You heard the ma'am, now fallout and get it done! Lieutenant.. can I talk to you over here, ma'am?">

<"Incinerator troopers."> David emits from his helmet. <"We could use it to our advantage, if we shot their fuel tanks they'd explode among their ranks."> he observes, noting to himself that the person he thought to be Naome was in fact -not- her, and stores that tidbit away for later. Awkward. Pointing his pistol at one of the troopers, David aims carefully, lack of current combat giving him time to do so. When he shoots, the bolt flies dead center into the trooper's fuel tank. It explodes, killing the trooper in question and setting his closest comrades ablaze. <"Like that."> David comments dryly. He's wide-eyed, staring at the result of his shot, but there's no telling behind that visor.

Its hard to miss the white against the dark and after the various warnings from the group, Vhe slips the rock she found away. Tucked into a side pocket her eyes lift and in a moment there is a furrowed line in her brow. "No.." she says as the orders that come through a modulated speaker in a trooper helmet.

The sudden explosion is enough to stall her for a brief second, more shocked than hesitant. A glance is given to David before she is reaching out with the force. She can't make the connection she needs with the Force and instead the ground rises with her urgings and she pelts those not yet effected by the fire with a distraction.

Ektor turns slowly aside to peer at Jax. "...What? Senator ain't talking to no Eff-Off." Binder cuffs? He looks back out to study the troopers through his scope as Jax points out their loadout. "Probably for everybody they don't shoot, yeah? Or hell, maybe they're just kinky, I don't judge. Well, unless you consider shooting to be judging, in that case I'm about to start judging a whole lot once they get into range." He glances back at the Greystorm. "Say, you ever thought about getting a gun that shoots laser swords? Or- OOH, or a laser sword that's like.. fifty meters long? No lie, that would make this whole fight REAL short. By the way-" he raises his voice, "Anybody bring a bomb? And ELROCK: remind me later, we gotta get a super-long laser sword! It's my idea, so I get to keep it, them's the rules, yeah?" He manages to stop shout-rambling when the troopers start to approach earshot. "You know what would really help right now?" he asks Jax. "A Y-wing." Then the shooting starts. Ektor adds his own nuanced strategic input, finely hones by years of front-line service among the finest military minds in the galaxy: "SHOOT THE HUTT-SUCKERS." And he does. Ektor is good at shooting things.

Lokir takes cover behind a nearby outcropping as the troopers approach. First Order could call themselves whatever they wanted...they still dropped like the stormtroopers of yore. With a more familiar unit, Lokir would have suggested waiting for the group to split up--but frontal assault had value in simplicity. When the first flame trooper goes up in flames, Lokir smiles. <Target leadership and specialists. Don't give them a chance to regroup and get ready to fall back. Platoons never operate alone.> Taking his own advicd, Lokir lines up a shot on the remaining flamer. Two quick shots from his long-barrelled Defender fly downrange...and the second flamer erupts into a orange ball of flame. < Splash 2.>

Elrych Cometburn is about to suggest that, "Maybe we should throw up some type of invisibility fie-" And that's when Dave fires, Ektor says ' Get 'em' and even Vhe joins in. "Ah Hell." He gives them all a shrug, lights is blade and then calls the force to him. A thunderous sound claps and he charges forward into the line of troopers, his brilliant blue blade a blur of motion and skill as white limps and other body parts start to fly in the air.

Barad is still with the refugees, finding hiding spots and piling things in front of all of the most obvious visual lines - of - sight that might expose such hiding spots to scrutiny from visored and malicious white - suited eyes. It is, of necessity, quiet and furtive work. In the midst of which, Barad does his best to gather info about the location of the ongoing meeting, or, failing that, sends a runner to find out directly!

"Oh you judge, just you judge anybody who doesn't like wishbones." Jax says with a shake of his head, "No.... We don't need a Wishbone or any time of fighter craft. There's too many civillians and civillian homes. Besides I've already lived through one indoor bombardment on this planet. I don't want to to do it again." He closes his eyes focusing the force around him. Then claps his saber tightly. Then he prepares to get ready to jump over the table he's crouched behind to engage the troopers, "What we need is an air speeder to extract us from this situation. Then possibly a Y-wing to bomb the Star Destroyers in orbit." The time has got ot be right for this.

Miranna, the Handmaiden with David, ducks behind cover and brushes her hood back. From her vestments emerges an elegant blaster pistol which she primes the setting to kill. A look over the edge of her cover, and she lifts her arm to speak into her comm unit only to find that static, like a hot mic, was all she received in response. "Drat.. comms are useless here.." Thankfully, Barad has sent for a runner to retrieve the Lady from her meeting as a full on skirmish ignites here.

The first explosion was sudden and WELL aimed. The fire towered up to the ceiling of the cavern, expanding out as a cloud of black with bits of rock, sand, and burned plasteel shrapnel that spiralled out like whistling throwing knives to stick into the rock, shatter against thicker rock, or point out of the sand smoking. A sudden gust revealed from the chaos that 3 troopers were consumed by the plasma and running like flaming shadows for water, screaming.

Another explosion rocked the ground as the second flamer went up in a similar fashion, the concussive blow from which sent a violent gust of air and left a ringing of ears to follow. The dark cavern became a lightshow as blaster bolts shot back in forth through the haze of dust and lack of consistent lighting. Troopers were falling, but more fell when suddenly a lightsaber blade twirled in the fashion of a skilled swordsman cut down a trio of troopers with ease.

The Sergeant pushed the Lieutenant back up the hill to run toward their ship to call for reinforcements. Meanwhile, he lifted his rifle up and slowly approached the remainder of the troopers. <"LET'S GO. FIND COVER! FIGHT BACK! AIM! REMEMBER YOUR TRAINING!">

Reinforcements appeared at the top of the hill, a reserve squad led by an anxious Corporal marked by her rigging gear and cuirass. <"MOVE IT! THOSE TROOPERS NEED HELP! GOGOGO!"> She ordered, motioning the troopers by.

David sticks with the handmaiden, covering her while she's unarmed, peering over their shared cover as he waits a moment to get a shot. He's rewarded for his inaction with a shot in the leg, just below his knee. Quickly returning fire, he swings back into cover and catches his breath. The armor may have taken a lot of the heat out of it, but the kinetic force remained, and David places one hand on the place of impact, patting himself down through gritted teeth. <"Don't worry about me."> he tells Miranna. <"I'll be fine.">

Vhe manages to find some cover, a breath leaving her lips as she watches as the others are shot at and she manages to make it through untouched. There is a certain look of determination cast to her brow as she pushes back up and instead of reaching for those that are floudnering in flames and their companions she instead extends her hand palm up towards the new reinforcements.

She grits her teeth and for a moment the ground shudders beneath the front few. It takes her a few seconds but the ground gives and rises with the use of the Force. Upsetting a few and sending more than a few off their feet as she releases the earthen materials back down upon them. Dust and debris flies back up into the air when she releases as sweat begins to dot her brow.

"See, I like where your head's at-" Ektor hollers to Jax at the talk of charging star destroyers with a starfighter. "But first- just FIRST- I'm thinking get what's-her-name off world, THEN do the crazy thing. Course-" he shuts up long enough to duck behind the cover of his overturned table as a rifle bolt impacts. "Course if *I'm* agreeing, it's probably a bad idea, yeah?" He adds more bolts to the chaos and another white armored bodies to the cavern floor. Only then does it register what Elrych was trying to say. "Invisibility field? WAIT, DO WE HAVE ONE OF THOSE? Oops. Well, too late now." Shrug. Blat, blat, blat. "Hey, WIZARDS. Somebody stop the runner, yeah?" waving his smoking pistol after the retreating Order lieutenant.

Lokir fires another shot downrange towards the bulky corporal. Less worries about aim than keeping the enemy suppressed, Lokir begins search the cavern for an escape route, moving to another piece of cover and scanning the cavern with his hunter's instinct. <We need a way out of this. A star destroyer has enough firepower to ruin all of our days, in troops and in space. We hit 'em hard. Let's get ready to melt away and get off this rock.>

Elrych Cometburn is still a blur of motion, lightsaber humming violently az it takes more stotmtroopers by its visious teeth. Blue light splashes across the darkness of the cave, ilkuminating what some might call a batylezone.

Barad listens to the sounds of the fire - fight getting closer and closer, his big 'ole floopy brown ears perking up worriedly as the blasters blaze and errant shots ricochet. Barad works his way back up the cavern for a while, trying to get a direct line - of - sight on the action. Sooner or later, Barad finds a suitable vantage and suddenly realizes: -This- firefight features . . . -actual- -fire- . . . . And so Barad readies a Cryo grenade from his satchel just in case the fires from the flamtrooper tanks get out of hand. And Barad moves toward the worst - hit of the wounded (David?) and gets ready to haul them to safety / cover and heal them -next- round if needed and requested to so do . . .

Jax nods, "Why do you think I said we need an air speeder? Getting the Senator out of here. Then we need to punch them in the mouth so they don't harass these good folks. Alright, I can't let Elrych be the only wreckless Corellian. Just remember, don't shoot the guys with the blue laser sword." Jax bounds over the table and goes charging one of the stormies his saber slashing out and the trooper dodging. Jax dances back to cut down the trooper and spins to right taking out another one.

Miranna nods to David to show she understands and pats his shoulder as she takes a turn to cover him. She opens fire with her blaster, the distinct 'WAAAWHH WAAAWH WAAAWH' sound of her Naboo blaster sending green lances in the direction of the troopers. She hits one moving for cover. "FOR THE QUEEN!" She screams.

The Sergeant gets blasted down trying to organize a defense and the troopers begin to lose their calm. Hasty shots are fired as groups of them bunch together. None are as bad as the squad running down the hill that suddenly have the ground from under them rupture. Eight of the twelve are enveloped by that debacle and come crawling out, the Corporal screaming at them to move only earns her a winged shot to her shoulder that knocks her helmet loose, spilling blonde hair and a youthful face. She leaves the helmet in place and grabs a trooper by their arm shoving them forward. "I SAID FIGHT, IDIOTS! FIIIIIIGHT!"

Word comes back from the underground that Lady Naome is enroute back to the cavern. ETA 5 minutes!

David grunts slightly, the sound emitting from his helmet as barely audible static. He leans out of cover, taking care not to put too much weight on the leg that was shot earlier. <"Gotta clear these troopers out or get them to retreat before the Senator comes back."> he tells Miranna as he shoots, doing his part. <"Any luck on comms?"> he asks, favoring that leg again as he's back in cover.

Despite the misfooting she provides the reinforcements there is a hail of blaster fire that pelts them in return. There are a few close calls for Vhe but the Initiate manages to step to the side and shift her weight at the right moments as she moves towards the hill in those same motions. Others have shots on those around them which leaves her moments to decide.

A breath is let loose before the Jedi reaches out. The Force leaps to her efforts and across the distance it moves like a ripple. The moment she feels the form of the officer she grips her hand closed and pulls her arm back to tuck her elbow at her side.

The Lieutenant flies through the air and hits the ground once, twice and then skids to a rolling stop amidst the fighting. A grim look has settled upon Vhe's features as she takes her first step towards the fray.

Ektor cracks a crooked grin as the corporal he had winged ranges a shot back at him, while rying to rally the shattered formation of indoctrinated murderers. "They got guts. No brains, but they got guts." Another spray of blasterfire from thew Tionese pirate and another trio of troopers fall off the firing line. "Arright, Wizard girl!" he hollers as Vhe manages to snare the fleeing lieutenant. "Hey, uh... Stormies! We're kinda kicking your asses, here- sure you don;t wanna quit while you're ahead? Or.. while you got a head? YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN."

Lokir watches as the enemy LT is pulled back into the fray. The ragtag squad might not be well-drilled partisans, but these Jedi were a definite force multiplier. Still, power was a double-edged sword. Lightsabers and levitation would draw the FO's fury if the Lt had gotten word to the destroyer in orbit. This wasn't a fight Lokir thought they could win...not really. Their options were dwindling every minute. From his new spot in cover, Lokir notices a trail running up along the cavern ridge, mostly concealed from view. A nearby refugee catches Lokir's eye, makes a flying gesture, and mouths a single word. Lokir smiles. <All ears. We have an exfil route. Path A around edge--will get us an interview with Celebrity. Get ready to move out once we have Golden Girl back in the castle.> The group would understand that the route led to the starport and to get moving once the Senator was back.

Elrych Cometburn ends the life of the Officer with a single powerful stroke from his blade, edged with calmness. He halts his further attacks. "Hear me! End this bloodshed and Leave this place! Do not underestimate me or my frinds. Leave and have your lives!" A rallying call perhaps inspiring but not likely to convince the true believer.

Barad carries the message to the other members of the fireteam that "Naome is enroute back to the cavern. She'll be here in . . . 5 minutes! . . . We might have to clear a path to the ships? Or has anyone found another way out of this place?" And then Barad roots around to see if he can locate some nondescript cloth or discarded cloak or etc. to help camouflage Naome's identity and disguise her appearance as a high - value target once she does arrive -- so that she doesn't draw any more enemy fire than absolutely need be, here. Spotting a pile of rags and a heavy cloak with a hood hanging on a post near a flipped table, Barad opts for the cloak. More dignified, after all. Appearances _do_ count! (Even when they're -disguised- appearances . . . )

Jax stalks through the battle toward the injured Corporal. He raises his saber to deflect a blaster bolt harmlessly away and to scorch a stone wall. He makes his way to the Corporal, "Why hello there. You're the highest ranking Trooper on the battle field. It is not going well for you or your troops. This was not your failure but your superiors. Your squad wasn't prepared for Resistance Troopers and jedi. Lay down your arm, save your troopers lives. There's no need for this."

"WE DON'T SURRENDER TO RESISTANCE SCUM!" Screamed the Corporal, but her troopers were not so sure. A fight started along the trooper line before a shot was fired, then another. Soon a massive fire fight erupted among the First Order troopers as 8 troopers seemed to have united and cut down four in a quick trade off. The Corporal backpedaled, shooting wildly into the group, killing one of the eight with a nasty head shot. She stood her ground as they all opened fire on her.

Bits of armor was burned black by the carbon scoring, and she was hit a number of times before she fell backward against the canyon wall with some twenty blaster marks scored on her chest, smoking. A few choked breaths and she went silent, rifle still in her hands, the barrel's compensator orange hot and steaming from her fight to the end.

A speeder arrives from the underground passage and Lady Naome is escorted by a Sullustan pilot holding a spreadshot. The sight of the battle, and smell of burned ozone and flesh brought a reaction that led to her covering her mouth and nose with an arm almost immediately. "Goddess! What has happened here?!"

The remaining troopers throw down their weapons and raise their hands up. <"We don't want to die."> Said one Lance Corporal, tossing his helmet to the side.

David laboriously rises from his cover after The Betrayal and Surrender, moving to collect weaponry from those who had turned their backs on the First Order. <"That's it, I'll take those cuffs too."> he tells them, tossing a couple of binders to anyone who'd follow behind him as he starts cuffing the troopers. When the Lady Naome shows up, David answers her question with, essentially, the truth. <"Incinerator troopers. They were the first to go. Did you accomplish what you came here to do?"> he asks, lowering his blaster into its holster on his hip when all the troopers remaining are incapable of changing their minds about surrender anymore.

The turn around as Vhe continues to step closer does not put her off. When those weapons are dropped there is still that grim determination upon her face. The trooper claims he does not want to die and Vhe reaches out, her hand lifting and his feet start to rise off the ground. Her rich amber eyes are hard and unforgiving as she says nothing in return. She stares up at the stormtrooper as she lifts him higher and she looks about ready to do something drastic.

She starts to look furious as she holds him up in the air, her hand shaking a little with whatever is pent up within.

But there is a momentary struggle and her head whips about to look towards Elrych, her lips parting. Whatever occurs she suddenly tosses the Lance Corporal aside. There is no oomph to it but there is a look of realization as she steps back, her anger still there but she no longer focuses it on the storm troopers. "They take children..they kill families!" she declares, but her focus is on Elrych as she says it even as her eyes skip over a few others around her. Her hand slowly lowers back to her side.

Ektor answers into his comlink at Lokir's report, "No lie? I got.. zero idea what those words mean. I mean, I know they're *Standard* but.. is that code or something? Was I supposed to remember some kinda code?" Worst. Officer. Ever.A Then, Jax's appeal for surrender sparks infighting among the clearly defeated Stormtroopers, and Ektor stares among the white armored forms blasting each other with widening eyes. "AaaaAAAAH, I can't tell which are which!" He aims his pistol, trying to figure out the sides, but doesn't fire. When the shooting stops, and the survivors in white armor set down their guns, Ektor exhales. "Arright, good choice. Ditch the helmets and sidearms, yeah? Just pile em up over there," he instructs, before answering the Order Lance Corporal with a crooked grin, "Who does, yeah?" Ektor turns a blank look aside at Naome's shock, before glancing around at the dozens of bodies littering the cavern, just in time to see Vhe flirting with a full Anakin. Good eye widening, he switches his blaster to stun and looks distinctly worried, until the Jedi have their thing out and no prisoners are killed. He exhales and looks back to the Senator. "Umm. ...nothing?"

Lokir shakes his head at the lack of professionalism. <Just follow the group up the path.> Lokir then assists David with the weapon collection and roundup. As Vhe weighs executing the...baggage...Lokir quietly flips the switch on one of the contraband blaster rifles to "auto"...but the situation quickly de-escalates. A win--the situation didn't call for lightening the load, and these prisoners were an asset. "Troopers. Your war is over. You are dead to the First Order. But your lives are just beginning. Stay quiet. Stay calm. Help us get you out of here. Your surrender is a death sentence in First Order space, but you can have a future if you help us off this rock." Lokir then moves off to search the dead officers for code tubes, datapads, and anything that would help him lie their way off-planet. <Let's get a few of us into FO armor as we move out, just in case. Tunnel leads to the port and we may run into a surprise on the way out.>

Elrych riases his lightsaber as the shooting starts, the chaos erupting around him. He somehow avoids and stray fire. Then it's over... except. There is a tinge in the force, he looks swiftly towards his Ysanna compatriot. "Vhe, no!" Elrych exclaims, reaching his hand out to attempt to stop the attack but his grasp in the force is fleeting, overpowered by the quick learning Ysanna. He lowers his hands to his side, nothing behind the emptyness of his helmet's vizor. <<"Yes... the First Order does...">> HE says as if not refuting that statement. It was true, <<"But what do you think they do with those children?">> His hand stretches wide indicating the Storm Troopers who have surrendered and are not dead yet. <<"THey surrendered, I refuse to engage in whole-sale slaughter like /them/. When your enemy gives us, you give them quarter.">> He wants to say more, they had discussed this before, just recently too after the incident with the Rist Assasins. <<"They can change, they were brain washed... molded into who they are. Would you kill Moonbeam? Finn, Jianna? Would you kill Evie? THey were once...">> His hand points to the trooper, <<"THat... but they found family and the right way... they understood.">> He shakes his head and sighs, deactivating his lightsaber. <<"I'm tired...">>

Barad leaves the mysterious Jedi to do their mysterious Jedi things and say their mysterious Jedi sayings without any interference from him. Far be it. For all Barad knows, it's the Jedi who caused the Stormtrooper infighting. He's heard vague stories about . . . well . . . 'mind tricks' . . . (?) Although that's a world he doesn't understand, he does know enough to keep his own (cold & wet) nose out of it. Barad simply meets Naome at the rendezvous point as planned and nods along with David's summary. "Yup. And The Senate -needs- to know what you know, and you are the only one who can tell them. Accordingly: We should leave soon." Barad hands over the "incognito" cloak and leaves it up to Naome's judgment whether or when to wear the disguise. For his own part, Barad accepts the First Order trooper - armor disguise as suggested by Lokir. Can't hurt to be prepared. Thereafter, Barad most likely follows along the secondary escape route that Lokir very helpfully has scouted out by trailing along near the rear of the squad -- just in case anyone needs a patching - up . . . either from the recent firefight or other, "unexpected," future developments . . .

Then it turns into a fire fight within the fire fight and part of the storm troopers are surrendering. As Vhe's outburst of emotion and force, Jax's head snaps around eying the young woman. His hand about to rise and act until Elyrch steps in. He exhales, "Elrych if you need help. I'm here." Then deactives his saber clips it to his belt then reaches down to offer the Lance Corporal a hand, "I'm sorry. Emotions run high on both sides. Your safe and I promise you I will step in to keep it from happening again."

"Why.. yes, I've gathered what I can, and a great deal of intelligence and proof." Naome answers David, her voice muffled by her sleeve. "Is something going on? I hear screaming.." Naome says, speaking of Vhe but not seeing her for the crowd of denizens easing from their hiding spots to see Jedi and gunmen standing in their defence. Many of the Sullustans rush forward to claim discarded weapons, removing utility belts from the dead and taking blaster packs. Dead bodies are drug further inside, armor taken to be repurposed. The Sullustans begin talking among themselves.

Uncertain of the outcome, a reassuring hand is placed over Naome's arm by a taller basic speaking Sullustan. "We'll take it from here, my Lady. Go with your companions, tell the Senate of our plight and war." Naome looks between Sance, the Sullustan, her Sullustan companion Fecia who nods and motions. Naome takes Barad's aid in donning the cloak and draws the hood over her brown hair. "So be it. Come my friends, let us leave quickly!"

Naome takes the side-exit pointed out by Lokir, following the upper canyon trail back to the port, their ships. From the port, the Sullustans have already captured the shuttle pilots from the FO, and set their droids to breaking down the ship quickly to simply /disappear/.

In quick fashion, the mercy mission group takes to the air, escorting the shining Naboo H-Type vessel. When they reach optimum distance in space, they zip into hyperspace in staggered procession.