Log:Resistance: From Farewell to Fallout

From Farewell to Fallout

OOC Date: December 13, 2019
Location: Rori
Participants: Oran Arcantael, Aryn Cole, Zandra naMuriel, Elrych Cometburn, Ektor, Miri Sakir, Nova Korell, Tallissan Lintra, Ambrosia Greystorm, K-5Z9, Merek

Landing Field - Beacon Outpost, Rori

Deliberately located in isolation, far enough removed from the nearest settlement that the collateral damage of any conflict will not fall on civilians, this broad duracrete grid is placed among the low grassy hills and twisted trees of Rori's vast undeveloped marshlands. The green-hued skies and thick, damp air lend the moon a feeling of being warmer than the thermometers claim. Sound is constant here, even between the comings and goings of Resistance ships and personnel; unseen insects of a hundred varieties, trilling in an unending chorus makes for a surprisingly serene white noise (provided one isn't stricken with a fear of unseen insects), the odd croak of the larger creatures who feed on insects, underwritten by the strong smell of damp vegetation and slow moving water.

Red landing beacons appear purple in the greenish light, blinking at regular intervals to guide spacecraft in and out of the landing zone. The edges of the field are marked by a sizable maintenance hangar, several canopies to keep the worst effects of weather off of ships, a path deeper into the surrounding wilderness, and guide lights set into the soil leading toward the main Resistance base.

[Aryn Cole]

Aryn Cole has just been released from medical after some much needed rest. Whatever ailment had plagued her with pain across her chest was gone. She was enjoying the new found freedom outside, beneath the hue of landing lights, looking out toward the swamps and watching the avians flock when something spooked them. Aryn stood out from the rank and file, wearing noble clothing complete with a cape, green tunic and trousers, and tall leather boots finely made and probably worth the same one might pay as a downpayment on a ship. She stands off to one side, near the vessel named Libertine.

Long distance to Oran Arcantael: Ambrosia Greystorm is gonna riot control for your ass You paged Oran Arcantael with 'And then take it out on some shiny-eyed somebody who will not, in any way, deserve it'

[K-5Z9]

The gangly form of a KX series security droid, horrendously out of place in arctic camo, is leaning against the pole for one of the area lights and observing the sunset. Even more out of place than snow camo in a swamp, though, are the Imperial markings on its shoulders. Fortunately, there's a restraining bolt clamped to its torso, so the droid seems to be content to just observe for now.

[Zandra naMuriel]

Zan is, as always, here and there. She makes her way from the maintenance hangar out to the main landing field, pausing to take a look around. The sunset is noted, as is the droid and also Aryn. "Hey, Aryn. How are you doing?" Zan asks, heading her way to see how she is. It's been a while since Zan has seen Aryn out and about, truthfully. This particular young jedi initiate does glance again over at the droid, but she decides Aryn first.

[Miri Sakir]

You'd think the rodent-lizards would have learned the first time they tried to build a nest in her X-Wing and got turned into rat-fritters, but noooo. Miri is deep in the guts of Black 8, trying to chase out a bunch of rodent-lizard hatchlings. "Not your house. NOT YOURS. GO!"

[Oran Arcantael]

Hey! It's the surface! Oran hasn't seen that for a while, or breathed the fresh air of the outside world.... just kidding, this is Rori, how fresh is the air really. Still, it has to be a nice change of pace from the cell where he's been hanging out for the last week. or so. The prisoner(?) is of unremarkable height, carrying himself with straight, correct posture. Head held high. This is, however, the man who killed Zonk on Nar Shaddaa, and it's likely the base knows that.

Lacking binders or cuffs, he is accompanied out of the base by General Greystorm, and it'd be fair to say that they're a strange pair, that this is a strange sight. They are walking somewhere, and from what it seems, toward the Libertine near Aryn, not toward, you know. A gallows? A firing squad?

There's a wariness in Oran's scan of the area --- brief gaze lingering on Dr. Cole --- then he remarks dryly to Amber, "Well, it's been lovely."

[Percy]

"I must be more tired than I thought." Percy notes to himself with a narrow of his eyes. "I'm seeing... uh, an Imperial droid here. On Rori." Pause. "...in the Resistance base." The Doctor forces himself to blink hard and even rub each eye with a thumb and forefinger, but upon opening them the droid is still there! Though now he can observe a restraining bolt. That's something at least. "Did you get lost on your way en route to somewhere, droid? I can try and point you in the right direction."

Naturally, the sight of others also catches his attention. Aryn nearby, with Zandra not far from here. And then Oran walking alongside General Greystorm. He takes a wary breath at his lack of restraints, though opts to put his trust in the hierarchy for now.

[Ektor] Ektor wanders out of the Fighter Hangar, visibly fresh off a flight. Helmet hanging from the fingers of one hand as the other works toward loosening his collar. "Hey, She-woooo.. what the rekk?" As his good eye catches on Amber and Oran. "Never mind the droid, Doc, take a look at that little guy," he mutters, indicating Oran.

[K-5Z9]

The droid looks down, tilting their head to one side and regarding Percy. "Oh, don't worry about me. I'm a CAPTURED Imperial droid. Prisoner of War. They found me on Hoth, and I'm just looking at the Sunset, since it's the first one I've seen in twenty five years." The droid's voice is androgynous, with a faint coruscanti accent. The pointing over at Oran also draws K5's interest. "...Who's that? Someone who really likes Lord Vader?"

[Miri Sakir]

Miri looks up from her work, her jaw dropping. "General... I don't mean to question your authority, but... what the everloving... he looks like he's checking out of a hotel after a quickie. His face isn't in enough pieces." Her grip on her spanner tightens. "I can fix that."

[Aryn Cole]

Aryn turns to regard the voice speaking her name, timing her motion with the idle touch of a humid breeze. Her cape takes slight flight, moving lazily behind her, much like the loose bright blonde strands of hair that seek to annoyingly cover her face. Aryn raises a gloved hand to guide her hair back behind an ear and manages a pretty smile at seeing Zandra. "Ms. Zandra, what a treat to see you. I'm well, better even that I've recovered from my ailments."

The presence of Lord Oran Arcantael draws Aryn's attention and she glances past Zandra confused at seeing the dark Lord upon the surface. A cold feeling climbed up Aryn's spine and her hands began to fidget slightly. "Pull your hood, dear Zandra. Do not make known your identity." Aryn urges quietly.

[Percy]

"I don't know the reasons, but General Organa has seen it fit to release him... somewhere. I suppose it's been decided that we have learned as much as we could from him." Ektor's question is answered as best as it can from Percy, who follows it up with a genuinely confused looking shrug. "I'm not a military person, but this seems... strange? I'm sure the General has her reasons." The words are said with a bit of doubt, his blue eyes glancing back to Oran. K5's introduction and question earn a light 'mm'. "They found you on Hoth? The ice planet? What were you doing there? Anyway, yes. Consider him to be a fan of Vader. Or rather, his replacement in Kylo Ren."

[Merek]

Merek has on his uniform while he walks his way into the landing field, and sees Oran being... Let go, in fact he looks between them all, then he lifts his brow making his decisions in his mind, while he seems to think about it. He has his rifle strapped on as well as his pistol upon the hip, while his scarf shifts about, his brow lifting a bit. He hears Percy and lifts his brow, "Excuse me what?"

[Zandra naMuriel]

Zan knows Oran killed Zonk, certainly. She was there. She smilles at Aryn, though, glad of that piece of good news. "Excellent. It's always better to be ailment free, I suppose. Did you see the nice droid we found on Hoth?" as she's turnign, she catches sight of the general and the ... Oran. Zan stiffens noticeably, eyes widening, and then there's a deep breath, shoulders square, and she reaches for and finds that center she's been working so hard on. She looks at the direction the duo are coming, and steps aside, making sure she's visible, but not in the way.

[Ektor]

Ektor gives a dry chuckle, shaking his head and drawling to Miri with a crooked grin, "Nah, they're probably just.. giving him some exercise, yeah? Letting him stretch his legs a bit.. without binders on. As a.. As some kinda courtesy thing, no way they'd- OH, COME ON," the latter outburst coming once Percy states that bit about the General ordering Oran's release. "Okay, ha ha, very funny. You pranked me good. For serious, though, no rekking way. He did a wizard mind trick or something, this ain't real." Amber is appealed to with a 'back me up here?' look.

[Ambrosia Greystorm]

And so this is how it happens. This is who's been tasked with escorting the infamous Oran Arcantael, maimer of Merek, killer of Zonk, etc etc from his prison hole. How blessed Ambrosia must feel. Her expression remains as stern as ever, probably a little more irked than her usual degree of 'mad', but there's lots more going on under the surface as they cross this no-man's land of tarmac. What does one say to a Knight of Ren to fully express their 'gratitude' for having made his acquaintance? It's a touch awkward, to say the least.

/

"Quite," reciprocates the BG at long last. And that's all that need be said. When one meets a soul that's kindred on some dark and twisted level - detects a connection, disgraceful and ill-fated as it may be, they just /know/. Because it takes one to know one. You know? No verbal acknowledgement need express it.

Her gaze is lingering many places as they move, treading along boardwalk, from courtyard to landing field and from landing field toward Libertine. Many places except for Oran, himself. Ironically, he is the not the one she's most worried about attempting something stupid, in this moment. There are four troopers /still/ running laps - hopefully - since she smacked'em around in the middle of the night for their uproar over this decision. But just in case any of their sympathizers feel like her stance wasn't clear enough, that stun baton that /was/ nestled on hip alongside her Torch is calmly unhooked and flipped around once in hand. A reminder. It keeps time with a rap-tap-tap against the side of her knee as she marches. Miri gets a pointed look, as does Ektor. No words. Just a look.

"All boots will remain on tarmac, where you are!" she barks. "Wings down." The old salt looks like she's bit into a lemon. Alas. She is /not/ the biggest fish in this pond.

[Miri Sakir]

"This rekking monster killed Zonk, dismembered Merek, and tortured Tion. Are we going to put a mint on his pillow, too? You know he wouldn't have let any of our people leave like this." Miri hops down from her ship, scowling. The expression strains the scarring on her throat, keeping the spanner gripped tightly in her left hand. "He--" Ambrosia's words and look cut her off. Her free hand rests on her sidearm.

[K-5Z9]

"Very icy and full of wampas, that's the one. And I am the last surviving member of the Echo Base monitoring team! ...The others all tried to desert their posts. And five years after THAT, the ceiling collapsed on me...." K5 tilts her head further to one side, reguarding Percy very intently. "I'm sorry, my audio receptors must be malfunctioning, because I thought you said Vader's /Replacement/." And then the call from Amber goes out. "...Uh... WHat if we're not wearing boots?"

[Oran Arcantael]

"Trust me, I'm as shocked as any of you." Oran's voice is (slightly?) less androgynous than K-5's, but it's also a Coruscanti accent. No shame in the tone, no discernible regret for all the things he's done personally, ordered done, or been accessory to. "Please understand that I would be leaving regardless, of course --- and leaving my way, which involved rather more explosions than this does, rather more," a light pause, and the tone drops dry, "Incivility."

The knight shrugs, "If you want the nuclear option, we can do that. But Organa has reasons for doing it this way, she made that abundantly clear, for all that they may be opaque to the rest of us. I'm sure you don't want to learn said reasons at the point of pain. I kind of do, but, I'm like that."

He starts walking toward the Libertine, a ship waiting with its ramp down, and tries to wave off Amber. "Stop, they're going to eat you alive. You've gone as far as you need to. For the record, though, I did call this. Discord."

[Percy]

"You're implying he used the Force against General Organa? And was victorious? Against the person that slashed him to neat ribbons?" Percy's tone to Ektor is one of surprise and some bemusement. "Exactly what did you think would happen to him, Lieutenant?" The question to Ektor is made rather honestly. "He was a prisoner. We apparently garnered all we could for him. Did you expect us to torture him?"

The atrocities that Miri lists causes the Doctor to stiffen his back. Biting the inside his lip, he takes a slow breath to try and calm himself down and focus his mind. "We aren't the Knights of Ren. We aren't the First Order. You're right. They would not treat us like this, but we are not them. We are better." Though the words are said, the tone behind them is hollow. The loss of Zonk was still one he was feeling. It's difficult to digest such a notion that letting him go so easily so soon was the right play.

In the cooling air, Percy slides his hands into his pockets casually. The humidity he feels in the air causes a mild scowl, before he turns back to the droid. "You've been out of action for some time. You have a lot to catch up on. Vader's been gone for some years now.

[Merek]

Merek looks to the baton that is drawn while Amber begins to talk down upon them all. Then he steps forward with one step in defiance, "With what he has done to us all!? General, you can't mean this," he calls, a hand upon the holster of his weapon, not drawn, but the tension that is shown is clear. Still, he's schooled within, but all the same there is a look, then to Oran. He listens to the words, "You... Of course, it was those that call the Force an ally that made such decisions."

[Tallie Lintra]

Yet another person adds herself to group ranged around the field. After a quick glance around her, Captain Lintra ranges herself behind members of the Black Squadron, Ektor in particular. Edging up behind him, "Tion, is this for real?"

[Nova Korell]

Not far behind, FO3 Korell joins Black Squadron, looking uncomfortably around at the gathered crowd, and hearing all the shouting. "Sure sounds real to me..."

[Zandra naMuriel]

Zan glances at Aryn briefly, curiously. She looks at the leaving pro wrestler ... erm - knight of Ren, and shrugs. "Above my pay grade," is her comment, though the tone is tight. She's got control, found that center, but there's definitely a lack of understanding still on this one. She doesn't back up, so perhaps Oran will have to go by her, but it's a moment and she rather feels that backing up would put her at a disadvantage somehow. So, Zan holds her ground, listening to all the chatter, side talk and watching Oran intently now.

[K-5Z9]

"...Oh." Percy doesn't get much else of a reply, K5's gaze falling to the ground again. She looks back up again though, programmed responses rising up again. People are on edge, hands on blasters, this is a prisoner transfer.... Time to stay alert. Percy might notice a soft whir as the droid's legs flex slightly, ready to sprint if needed

[Percy]

"Captain," Percy addresses to Tallie when she approaches the Black Squadron collective. "Officer Korell." The nod given to Nova following that is done politely, before looking back at the scene or Oran departing. "Make sure not to blink. This is probably going to be the most talked about event on Rori for the next month or two."

[Ambrosia Greystorm]

"Don't /test/ me, Corporal..." Ambrosia seethes in passing as her baton snaps up and points meaningfully Merek's way. Oran earns the same heat from her sideways glower and a low growl. "They can try."

She's seeing this gig through to the end, though, matching the robed sorcerer's stride with ease with firm, sure-footed clomps of combat boots. "Keep walking and don't goad them, or we might be forced to do this the way you'd prefer." Looks like she knows where she'd /like/ to stick that baton, and it ain't on her own crew.

[Oran Arcantael]

"What do we even need to fight you people for? Look at you," Oran gestures in general, "Turmoil. Chaos. Disagreement. Total lack of discipline, you're self-fighting enemies. Someone tell Organa to kill a few more people around here now and then." Another shrug, "I'm just saying, it makes problem solving /very/ efficient, and you would not believe how succinct our staff meetings are."

The tone is flippant, but the man himself seems less so, to anyone who's paying attention and knows what to look for. A glance falls to Amber... to those who are gathered here in their varying (understandable) states of shock and anger. Wariness. Contemplation. Another look to the ship. The wheels in his head are turning.

Oran continues walking toward the Libertine, to which Aryn and Zan are nearest, head held high. Some people can't hear the shame bell ringing!

[Ektor]

Ektor hears out the shouted orders and Percy's skepticism, "Either that or the Old Lady's gone crazy. I prefer to think he got lucky with a magic trick, yeah?" Then Merek pulls a gun, Amber goes drill Sergeant, and Ektor visibly thinks for a moment, before deciding, "Nope." In an instant, his pistol is in his hand, and aimed, the only delay he indulges being the flip of a thumb that sets the weapon to stun, before firing.

[Miri Sakir]

"The General isn't the one we want to eat alive, you pompous wizard. It's your veins I want to floss with." Miri reaches for her weapon and-- rekk it, Ektor's faster than she is. But her weapon is out by the time he's firing.

[Merek]

Merek then closes his eyes a moment and has a moment where he notices, then he takes a moment to inhale. "ENOUGH! HOLD! HOLD! THIS IS WHAT ORAN WANTS!" he calls, he shouts with his voice, "He feeds on these emotions, we shouldn't give it to him, General Greystorm just follows orders." He was a Corporal, he needed to be what he is, he needed to draw it all in, "Please! Don't give him what he wants, don't risk your fellow men!"

[K-5Z9]

K5's photoreceptors alight on Ektor, brightening as his hand drops to his hip. "He's got a gun!" THe droid charges the pilot, attempting to bring him down in a flying tackle... And trips over a power cable trailing across the pad from a nearby starfighter. She goes down like a sack of bricks, skidding across the ground to stop just short of the pilot's boots.

[Tallie Lintra]

"Doctor," Lintra nods to the man not taking her narrowed eyes off the General walking in step with their enemy. "What /is/ going on? Where are they taking him? To the Valor? Listen to him jeer."

She is reaching for her blaster before Ektor has even finished drawing, stepping away from the group to take aim better. "Not on my watch!" The blaster tracks Oran and then turns on the troublesome droid interfering in Black Squadron business. Its clumsiness takes her off the pilot's target list, she turns following Ektor's target.

Elrych Cometburn]

Elrych Cometburn has been observing from afar, though not too far off to have missed what was going on. Leaned casually up against a crate is his robes the Jedi is absently fiddling with a ship piece. "Man what a day... Hundred grand to whoever shoots him down." Did ue really just say that.

[Merek]

Merek's weapon is then swept from the holster while he maneuvers between Ektor and target when it looks like he will actually fire. "Don't!" he calls, trying his best to get in the way. His boots shift while cybernetics within give it all he needs to try.

[Nova Korell]

And the potential disaster looms closer. "His next jeer will be 'self defense' if this keeps up!" Nova points out, lunging for Ektor's gun arm. "Lieutenant, use your head!" Of course she misses, the galaxy being what it is. That and the crowd around here being thick. But mostly the galaxy. She pivots on her heel, ready to try again.

[Percy]

"Listen to him jeer indeed. The man is good at what he does." Percy rubs the back of his neck as the tension begins to rise. He had been in sticky situations before. Working with the Defiance on Tatooine practically ensured that! But this was right up there in terms of anxiety he started to feel just being here. "I can't believe I'm saying this, but I miss Ryo and his dumb loud shirts." Mutter mutter.

Looking over to Tallie, the Doctor jumps in some fright as she reaches for her weapon. "Captain, see reason and restrain yourself. You as well, Lieutenant." Though he doesn't actually move to act. He's not into physical stuff.

[Aryn Cole]

Aryn stands a bit more timid now, taking a step back from the dark Lord as he approached the craft intended for him to take. Feeling the tension in the air, Aryn seemed conflicted by what she saw. Was it right to defy orders from the Princess? Or was this the kind of vigilantism they made the Rebellion so successful? Aryn's gloved hands fidget a bit more, uncertain of what to do.

[Ambrosia Greystorm]

"General Organa's orders STAND!" Ambrosia bellows, resembling every bit the vicious enforcer she was in her prime, the way those veins are LIT in her face, her neck. Can you feel the anger, Oran? That sweet ambrosia...

"You needn't /like/ her decision and you needn't like me, but you will respect it! One step out of line and I /swear/ you will regret it. You can't honor our fallen if you are rotting in the brig for treason."

Yup, tensions are high.

Thunka-thunka-thunka-thunka goes Greystorm's patchworked heart. It's going to take some serious pounding (on the mats?) to come off this adrenaline high later. Serious.

[Ektor]

Ektor snickers back at Merek's appeal that it's what Oran wants. "Good, then him and me agree, for once." Cooler heads appeal all around him, but even Moonbeam's bid to keep him out of trouble is avoided, and the reckless pirate looses a wild trio of shots at Oran, his only muttered response to treason, "Rekk it."

[Miri Sakir] Miri Sakir is just seeing red. She doesn't hear anything other than her pulse in her ears as she fires. She lets out a roar of frustration and throws her spanner in a fit of pique.

[Percy]

"Ah!" Blaster fire!

Percy instinctively ducks behind some cover when Ektor fires, followed promptly by Miri firing her own weapon. "Stop it! What are you both doing?!" Lifting hands to cover his ears and staying crouched, he retreats behind some of his Black Squadron teammates. Tallie and Nova in particular. Percival was good at his craft, but when actual fighting is involved? He's as useful as a rancor when trying to sneak into a bank.

[Tallie Lintra]

"What is Organa doing?" The Captain mutters as her blaster moves from target to target. Ektor's shots are not up to his flying standards. Percy flinches behind her but Lintra has the General in her sights to pass by her to the monster she is escorting with such impunity. From the side of her eye she watches the silly droid getting into a fight that is not its business.

[Oran Arcantael]

"Self defense /is/ a pretty good jeer." Oran heard Nova there out of the crowd. "It's me against half a battalion of weapons itching to point my way." One corner of his mouth crooks up in a smile, "I like those odds." Another shrug, he's nearly to the ramp of the Libertine now. "Leia didn't, though."

The dark side thrives on this, truth be told --- anger, the hint of violence, discord, friends and allies gone to pieces. Oran looks perfectly comfortable in this climate of tense emotion; it's more or less his natural habitat. The force has many facets, and his powers draw quite strongly from these....

It was only a matter of time before shots rang out, right?

The tarmac lights up with bright flashes from Ektor's weapon, then everything seems to happen at once. Oran gestures toward the poor blonde doctor near the ramp, Aryn Cole, and her lightsaber flies into his hand with a SMACK of hilt against dark glove, while he grabs the poor woman's arms and crunches them unkindly behind her back. Efficient, businesslike, painful, designed to keep her stuck in front of him like a human shield while the saber hand lights up the blade.

"This is why we can't have nice things," Oran remarks, conversationally, with Aryn's saber at her neck. He is attempting to back her toward the Libertine. "Could have done this peacefully, but noooOOo. Do you think I'm really getting in this bloody ship now alone? So you can shoot me out of space? No. Cole and I will be leaving together. You can have her back after I'm out of the sodding Naboo system. Get ridiculous and I'll start cutting pieces off her."

There are eventually words to Aryn herself. "Sorry Cole, but there's a war on."

Oran Arcantael depresses the button on his cylindrical lightsaber and with an electric snap-hiss a brilliant blue energy beam rises forth!

[Miri Sakir]

"You rekking /shot/ me!" Miri drops her weapon, clutching her arm to her torso. It looks to be... still attached, at least, but not by much.

[Zandra naMuriel]

Zan's breath catches as shots are fired, and, and and - wait, thwat? Thankfully she's not reached for. She's probably way more expendable than Aryn! However, she spies a flying spanner, and her hand reaches instinctively. The spanner doesn't clang, smack or harm anyone or anything, as it comes to Zan's hand. She looks at Oran and Aryn, her gaze going back over to the group, and then she deliberately moves to block any more shots from aiming at them. At least not without going through her. "Let's stop now, before things get so out of control we can't bring them back," she calls out. She must look pretty silly standing there with a spanner in her hand. Her nerves are tingling though as her back is ... of all things to Oran.

[Merek]

Merek inhales, then he watches between the people all there, then he watches as Oran draws a lightsaber and begins to take Aryn with him. He looks then to Amber, and back to the rebels while he lifts up his pistol. He steps then into Ektor's firing range, while he lifts up his weapon to fire on Miri, the crimson bolt beginning in a strike that sweeps along her wielding arm, then he shifts upon a foot and takes a shot to Ektor, stepping in front of his way. He does his best to back up where he will be in the path of people firing upon the Knight of Ren.

He is at peace, he must be, he does this for all of them. He does this so Aryn doesn't need to be through what he went through, so the others will not feel the lightsaber like he has. All he has been through with the Knight has taught him one thing. He wants all to come from this safe, "Enough, friends." He looks then to Tallie, "You will need to get through me and General Greystorm! This is not the way!" He looks then to Oran, "Get away from here and leave her safely with us, if I ask anything of you, it's this, Oran."

[Aryn Cole]

"Wha'.. No!"

Aryn is taken by the arm that stretched for her appended weapon, and she stumbles forward before her arm wrenches up painfully, making her knees weak. Her wrist twists, then it's past the point of comfort and she screams shamelessly as the pain steals her breath and makes her stomp. Leia's words rang in her head, but it was suddenly lost in a bright cloud of pain.

Now it was Aryn who stood between the angry soldiers, their weapons, and the dark Lord who used her own weapon. The humming blade made her cry out as her eyes turned toward the threatening hue that lit up the scarred side of her face. She stumbled back when he moved her, then her eyes shot over to the Resistance.

The Resistance were fighting each other.

[K-5Z9]

Still on the ground in front of Ektor, K5 just kind of... flails, missing the dodgy pilot until suddenly freezing up at Aryn's scream of pain. The droid's head slowly turns, staring over at Oran and his hostage. This... isn't going well. At all.

[Nova Korell]

"Ektor, are you out of what little mind you have? /Stop/ that!" Nova shouts, grabbing for the pistol. She only gets hold for a second, and that's not long enough to get a good grip and relieve him of it.

[Elrych Cometburn]

Elrych Cometburn shakes his head pushing off the crate. He hefts a yawn and makes his way into the fighter hanger.

[Ambrosia Greystorm]

Aaaand now /this/ is happening.

Whatever cooties are left behind in Oran's cell are going to have company, tonight. She'll even have his sheets recalled from laundry! She'll do it!!

A clammy palor begins to replace the angry purple rising from below Ambrosia's collar and she lifts a hand up, toward her own people. A ceasefire command, all around. They aren't going to succeed in subduing the man - of this she is certain. And with Dr Cole's head on the chopping block? Hell no. "Arcantael..." What. Let her go? Send her back in one piece? Put her in a nicer box? There's very little to be said convincingly. Not when things have gone too far. Tresses of silver and gold flutter about her AUDIBLE FROWN, eyes furious. Not surprised, but furious. "This was not part of the agreement." Her left hand snatches the commlink off belt and brings it to her lips with the order

"All brig officers proceed to landing pad. Repeat. All brig officers proceed to landing pad. Arrest anyone wielding a weapon and I'll ferret out the rest, later." Pause. "And somebody find the damn General."

[Percy]

"Doctor Cole!" Percy cries, witnessing the event that Oran so beautifully executed. In case anyone needed reminding of just how good he was, anyway.

Before he has a chance to say anymore, Merek fires upon Miri, who takes damage. This then causes Tallie to retaliate and fire at Merek, who falls in a smouldering heap. More blaster fire and more covering his ears. "Hells bells," He curses. "This is absolute madness. Anarchy. That damned Oran." The Doctor dares a glance over to Miri. "Are you alright? How badly are you wounded?" Attention then shifts to Tallie. "Captain, can you organise the injured to come to the Medical Station after all this? I have nothing here to treat anyone, but I can prep a room to get everyone patched up when they've calmed down some." Without even waiting for a reply he's off, making sure to keep his head low as he scurries away to the Medical Station.

[Oran Arcantael]

Oran is READY, ready to throw human shield Aryn against the bolts like a COWARD, or to DEFLECT them back into the Res with a 'return to sender' what like a COWARD! READY FOR....!

Not this. He was not ready for this.

The sudden chaos surprises a laugh out of the Knight like he's a little kid who just got a fantastic brand new pet for Winter Fete, and he remarks, "Here I thought none of you would surprise me. Lovely to be wrong."

He continues backing Aryn toward the ramp, and yells back at Amber, "They shot first! You'd do the same, Greystorm!" They're almost to the interior of the ship now, Oran and his insurance. Just a little further and he'll be free to close the ramp, lift off, and light out.

[Tallie Lintra]

There is a rich choice of targets but the young Captain takes Merek's interference down first. Three shots to stun him and put him out of the equation. Her blaster now tracks Nova until Aryn screams, she wavers going against all her instincts to follow command. But Nova. They had just been folding laundry together in the barracks together, she was a sister, the way Ektor is her brother. When the attack fails she returns to target the tableau of the Knight of Ren hiding behind his human shield. The General saying 'agreement' makes her gulp for breath, she aims for a headshot at Oran but the danger to Aryn is too high.

[Merek]

Merek looks to the incoming blaster bolts, then he takes one to his arm, which biofeedback sweeps the circuitry and causes blood to spill from that arm, then he takes one clean into the stomach. He looks then to Tallie, and blinks a bit, shot by his own friends, trying to keep Aryn safe. He's then sliding in between Zan and Amber with the scent of scorched skin and also cybernetics beginning to waft up from him.

[Ektor]

What's he doing? "Thought it was pretty clear," the Lieutenant (for now) mutters, narrowing his good eye in an effort to better aim at Oran, all while smarter comrades are trying to stop him. Ektor sidesteps the charging battle droid, the moment's delay enough to force the pilot to watch as Oran takes Doctor Cole hostage. "Oh look, he's being evil, again! Now we can all SHOOT HIM," Nova gets a hold of him, but Ektor is stubbornly still trying to fight. "Moonbeam, I swear- just lemme take another shot or ten, yeah? Then I'll stop, promise." The pirate's distracted and erratic fire comes closer to striking his fellows than his foe.

[Miri Sakir]

Miri goes white. It seems that she's going into shock. She lets out a string of increasingly garbled invectives before passing out on the floor.

[Zandra naMuriel]

Zan turns briefly to look at Oran. "get out of here. Tell me where to meet you to bring her back, once you're safely out of here." Her words tight, but there's a definite promise there. Zan's eyes are filled with determination, but not anger. She then turns back to the resistance folks, no weapons in her hands. Merek is down, Miri is shot, and now Ektor is trying to - wait, was that shot at ... her and - behind her! Zan's eyes widen for a moment, there's a pull to the force, and then her hand snaps forward and the blaster in Ektor's hand is suddenly flying towards her to stop in midair. "Enough!" Zan calls, agreeing with Amber. "Why are we fighting each other? This is ridiculous."

K-5Z9]

"Well, I saw him-" K5 points up towards Ektor, still lying on the ground. "Try to pull a gun and disrupt the prisoner transfer, so I tried to stop him shooting anyone. ...Didn't work, though." Yes, this makes total logical sense.

[Aryn Cole]

The sudden spray of red bolts has Aryn trying to bend slightly in hopes of avoiding the inevitable. When this happens, her wrist twists and she stands erect screaming, despite blaster bolts sparking off the ship exterior and around she and Zandra. Aryn screams in pain and terror. They're nearly inside the Libertine now, then.. who knows where. Mother save her!

Aryn sees Elrych leave, turning his back on her, and the familiar faces bent on shooting at Oran through her. Haunted eyes are widened as she's dragged back further!

[Ambrosia Greystorm]

"You're wrong," Ambrosia grumbles, continuing to step forward and maintain equal distance between herself and the two snugglebuddies until he's too far up the ramp for her to dare follow. "I'd have killed her already." A dead shield's more pliable, after all. And then, a weirdly softer tone - one that's eerily maternal in nature (NOT her nature) - to Aryn.

"Doctor Cole, keep your head. The flight will be brief and before long you'll be accompanying Percival in medbay, once more. I suggest you use the flight time to contemplate how disappointing your comrades' actions have been, to land you in this SITUATION." That last word's hollered, in case you couldn't guess, slung around over shoulder past Merek to those still fighting. Back to Aryn. "I'm sorry."

[Miri Sakir]

Face-down on the tarmac, Miri's face has a new, awesome scrape. Her arm is attached by strips of skin and sinew and has flopped in a grotesque, unnatural angle. She bleeds.

[Nova Korell]

Ektor's now disarmed... the how leaves Nova staring for a moment. She throws a hand up in front of Tallie, just in case she hasn't noticed that. "Easy, Tals!"

She glances down, having seen droid arms flailing at Ektor. "K5, I see you're getting into the spirit of the occasion. Can you stand up now? Maintenance is probably counting the arc welder charge packs now in anticipation."

Anyone who knows the blonde soldier will catch the edge in her tone, and see her blazing eyes focused more on Aryn and Oran than anyone she's talking to: She's furious and afraid at the same time. Blasted sorcerous freakshow!

[Oran Arcantael]

'I'm sorry,' from Amber. It's a little bit heart breaking, and ruined by Oran's eye roll and response, "I'm bloody well not." He drags the poor captive Jedi a little further into the ship, then punches a button to withdraw its entryway. This bus is leaving. "Ta, Resistance!" Oran calls out, "It's been fun!"

As the ramp closes, he extinguishes the blade, and then tsks at Zandra. "No promises," Oran says dryly. "I'm evil." WHirrrrrrr goes the entrance ramp. "On second thought, though, might send her back on this ship itself... smells like Bryce's cologne. Awful."

THUMP. The ship's door seals, and the Libertine begins prep to take off.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY MIRI!

K-5Z9]

Oh hey, someone's told K5 she can move again. The droid hauls herself back up to her feet, and just stands there sort of awkwardly. "Yeah, these cables all over the place are a serious trip safety hazard. You should probably have the ground crews do something about that..." The droid somehow manages to give Nova a sheepish look.

[Merek]

Amidst all that's a literal battlefield, Merek looks like he's been stunned, settled before Amber as Cole and Oran are in the ship. A hand upon the blaster which is beside him, the scent of the smoke and skin still lifting, his uniform torn a little, eyes lidded while he looks up to the General askance, perhaps to make sure that she will affirm Cole is safe.

[Tallie Lintra]

Captain Lintra (perhaps no longer captain) lowers her gun at Zandra's shout. These are the people that are the bulwark of her life, she loves them and has drawn a live arm at half of them. Nova's voice breaks into her shock. She nods, blanched of all color. Looking down at the hand that holds her gun like it belongs to someone else she holsters her gun and goes to Miri.

[Merek]

From Merek's uniform while he shifts, there rolls a bottle, of Corellian whiskey. On it, is a wrap which mentions it's for 'Miri', which begins rolling right next to Amber's feet. Merek drops Corellian Whiskey - 15361.

[Zandra naMuriel]

Zandra eyes the total disaster that just happened, and then watches the Libertine fly off. She turns, taking a deep breath. The blaster is still in midair, as she holds it there effortlessly. Her gaze goes to the shell shocked - well everyone, and in the sudden silence, as she lets go of the blaster with her mind, it clatters to the ground, sounding really loud. "I think you all need to practice meditation more," Zan says finally, before she turns and heads back to the Sabacc.

[K-5Z9]

"What's meditation?" Asks a certain droid

[Nova Korell]

"I'll talk to them. Mind giving me a hand? We've got wounded," Nova replies, her manner more that of an infantry sergeant tending to unpleasant battlefield business than an officer who just witnessed one of her best friends getting kidnapped by some sorcerous freak. "Ektor, pull your damn thumb out and make yourself useful! There are hurt people here!" Tallie's helping Miri. That leaves Merek. She moves to take a look at him. "Be there in a sec, Miri, Tals."

[K-5Z9]

"Can do." K5 goes jogging off, returning a few moments later pushing a hoversled that until recently was being used to move crates onto a freighter. "Expedient stretcher located, ma'am!"

[Ektor]

Ektor's pistol flies out of his hand, and Oran has taken his captive off in a swanky rich-twerp yacht. Hissing in a drawn breath between bared teeth, he mutters, "Moonbeam, can I borrow your gun? Just a second, I swear, I'll give it right back-" annnnnd then the yacht is gone. Nova's scolding gets another outburst. "Well GREAT, that's just rekking great. Somebody shot She-wolf, instead of the little rich wizard twerp. AND he took the Doc."

[Miri Sakir]

Miri weakly spits out bits of gravel. "I think Spooky-Cloak rekking shot me. Hi Tallie. Did he mess up my hair?"

[Tallie Lintra]

Tallie commandeers the hover sled with a misgiving eye at the droid. She will leave that for later. "Nova, leave him. He is not wounded only stunned, Miri is much worse." She brings the sled down to the ground. "Girl, your hair is beautiful. I am going to try to get you on this sled. Can you we manage together?" Once she looks at Ektor despairingly deliberately avoiding the General. That will also come later.

[Ambrosia Greystorm]

"*This* is what I did *not* want," Ambrosia growls to Merek, pointing a finger at the semi-stunned, sizzling Corporal on tarmac. The baton twirls around a second time, grip reworking before she turns her back on the blustery repulsors and concedes the fact that Aryn Cole is gone. Maybe they'll see her again.

By now, the brig officers are responding to the strange call and you can see the uncertainty on their faces as they start to file around. Who...weapons? Why are their own people on the ground in what appears to be less critical fashion, than had Arcantael delivered a smack down. General Greystorm has a weapon, but she was the one who made the call. Also, they aren't touching that with a ten foot pike.

Stomp Stomp *scoop* Stomp Stomp. Ambrosia marches her way toward Ektor after retrieving his discarded (thanks, Zan!) pistol and jamming it into her belt. It's an awkward, side-sucking-in sorta maneuver but she gets it there. If anything, this now literal thorn in her side will only fuel the fire that's 'bout the spout. Up close now, you can see her /vibrating/. So vigorous is the temper broiling inside, that her many decades of practiced composure are barely able to endure this measure of self-restraint. Barely. The Stun baton comes up and hovers just under the man's chin. "You." Is all she says. A look goes aside to the nearest brig offer and her jerks her head toward Ektor, indicating he's first pick. "Her," A point to the unconscious Miri. "Him, until I play back whatever the cams capture," a point to Merek, "and I'm pretty sure her," Tallie's next to be lined up in her sights by the baton. "Take the wounded to medical first. Pass along my condolences to Percy that he has to undergo this humiliation...of patching up so many victims of 'friendly' fire." Her molars are on the verge of crumbling under the force of that clenched jaw.

[Miri Sakir]

"Yeah, sure, I... whoa." Things go dizzy for Miri and she collapses half-on the sled. She blinks. "Sorry I missed him," she says to the sky.

[Ektor]

Ektor eyes Amber back, his mismatched eyes half kidded and defiant as the stun baton crackles under his chin. "Listen, Boss lady, I don't do surrender, so you probably better stun my ass before I see how many brig officers it takes to put me down."

[K-5Z9]

"Excuse me Ma'am, I also have footage, if you will allow me to upload it." K5 holds up one arm, slowly so nobody thinks she's trying anything, and extends a datajack. ...And then Ektor starts making threats again. Retracting the jack, the droid walks over behind him. "Do you require assistance relocating this man?"

[Nova Korell]

"Nice, K5. Lock it down and give me a hand with Merek, will you? I don't think he's quite mobile," Nova says, grimacing as she sees the damage done. Blasters at point-blank range aren't kind to flesh, or much else.

Except K5 is already moving away, because Ektor is at it again. She mutters something that doesn't translate into any language as child-friendly, and scoops up the wounded corporal herself. "Thanks a lot, Doc Percy..."

[Tallie Lintra]

The sled is taken out of Tallie's hands after the baton was pointed at her. She is forgotten until a shadow looms over her. "Oh, Ektor," she mutters as she crossly shakes off the brig officer.

"Hey, get back droid, this has nothing to do with you. Out!" She yells at the top of her lungs. "Stay out of it!"

[Merek]

Merek inhales, then he shifts a bit to look to Nova, while he looks up to Amber, then he looks up to the skis. He frowns a bit, then he can't really work through it, he needs to. Tears flow freely from eyes while he lifts up a hand, "Get it to... Miri," he says, while he places a hand upon the scored stomach of his, lifting up a bit of the blood which was cauterized also.

[Ambrosia Greystorm]

Ambrosia's head bobs a little, listening to what Ektor's got to say with hard-eyed stare. One finger goes goes up to the droid and redirects it toward Nova. "I've got this, thanks."

And then she does. The first swing misses the wiley little flyboy bastard, which only infuriates her further. She catches him on the backswing, though, putting her hip into it, aiming for just below HIS hip to target that sciatic nerve. *WHUMP*CRACKLE*ZzZAP* "NOW you can take him," she snarls at the hesitating brig officer. "Do your bloody job."

Or you're next, is how the rest of that inferred threat goes. Greystorm lowers her baton and lifts a hand to wipe at the sweat in her eyes. Then to fumble something out of her jacket. It's a pill vial.

[K-5Z9]

K5 shrugs and returns to helping Nova and the officers load stunned and/or injured people onto the sled. Tallie, for now, is ignored. Wasn't the first time k5 had been yelled at. "Soooooo... Is this a typical thing, or...." She gives Nova a somewhat questioning look.

[Ektor]

Ektor gets tazed, bro. The rebellious pilot doesn't swing back, and falls to the ground. Still just barely conscious, the pirate struggles ineffectively against the brig officers who move to drag him off. Never one to quit digging while in a hole, he slurs toward Amber, "Good shot- see.. if you hit HIM like that, wouldn't be here, yeah?"

[Nova Korell]

"The bottle? It'll get there," Nova promises, straightening Merek out on the sled. "Just rest. You're in good hands."

She stoops to collect the bottle, coming up just in time to find K5 back on the job and Tallie being arrested. The blonde pilot gets a sympathetic look and an unspoken promise of a visit soon.

K5, though, does pose a good question. "Normally, I'd say no. Having that damn sorcerer on base isn't bringing out the best in everyone," she says after a moment.

And Ektor, despite a shellacking worthy of any sergeant she's ever known, is still going like the Supervolt Gizka. "Case in point..."

[Tallie Lintra]

Tallie twists out of the hold of one of the officers to watch Ektor fall still talking back to the General. A smile tugs at the corner of her mouth, "I'm going. No need to strong arm me." She catches Nova's eye and mouths, "Laundry."

[K-5Z9]

"...I should have tackled him. Then he wouldn't have shot people." Seeing that pretty much everyone seems to be loaded, K5 remains leaning against the push bar on the sled, waiting for the orders to move out.

[Nova Korell]

"You gave it a good try, K5. No need to be ashamed of that," Nova replies, tucking the bottle into a jacket pocket. "Better get this load to the Medical Bay. I'll join you in a minute." She looks back to Tallie, nodding and mouthing 'I'll make sure it's folded.' She mimes a hug as well.

[Ambrosia Greystorm]

"Yeah," Ambrosia exhales a sorrowful wheeze, bending to rest a hand on knee - baton and all - while the other pushes a couple tablets into her mouth for the crunching. It's not a proud moment. There's no glory in striking down your own men. But examples need be made. Precedents need be set. Order. Need. Reign.

A deep breath fills trembling chest. Followed by another. And another. Another.

When Ambrosia unfurls to her full 5'9", she clips the baton back to belt. Next dissenter's getting raw fists. Much like last night in the barracks. Idiots. At least in this instance she's fully dressed. The only thing worse than being slapped around by an old woman is by an old woman in her nightshorts.

"Go," she instructs everyone and no one, herself setting foot in the direction of courtyard, back to base proper. "I'll check in when they've had time to cool their engines." And probably her own. Ambrosia Greystorm puts her SoroSuub Stun Baton - 17405 away.

[Merek]

"I can bring it to her, put it in my barracks," Merek offers then to Nova, "I mean," he blinks as the team brings him along to be also treated. Well, he settles back for the time being.

[K-5Z9]

K5 nods to Nova and Amber, unlocks the sled's repulsor controls, and starts pushing for the medbay

[Elrych Cometburn]

Elrych comes back out of the Fighter Hanger, that part still in his hand. He looks up and around as he approaches the aftermath of what had transpired. "I can't get this thing to work." Why would he care more about that thing in his hand than what had happened only a few moments before. "So what happened? You all miss as predicted, get cut up, and what..." He glances around, "Aryn is missing now..." He gives a snort. "Yeah, he would do that..."