RPG: Age of Skywalker (Page 15 of 30)

(These are the 501st Peacekeeper Legion...)

"Overlord Skywalker, the Jedi have fled the temple." Commander Daine Jir of the 501st Peacekeeper Legion said to the small Holonet relay in the palm of one of his black clad Peacekeeper troopers.

Even the holographic representation of Skywalker's angry face was hardly enough to unsettle the Commander. He was very much reminded of his prior service as Vader's aide-de-camp aboard the Devastator years ago. He was bold enough to question Vader then, and now as a full fledged Commander of the 501st, he didn't hesitate beneath the angry gaze of Vader's own son.

"What of Inquisitors Tho'un and Xan?" Skywalker asked.

"We're investigating that now, Overlord." Commander Jir said.

"When you find them, the 501st will fall under Inquisitor Tho'un's command. You're to assist his hunting of these Jedi personally. That is your priority."

"Understood, Overlord Skywalker."

The image dissolved as the relay in the troopers palm was disengaged.

"Contact the Inquisitors and search all of the nearby spaceports. I want those Jedi found."

"Yessir," answered the black armor clad Peacekeeper Sergeant in front of him.

((Roger Roger :P))

Kharn yelled, the droid stepped into the other holding cell. The window was one way Kharn could see out, but no one could see in. The droid took Kirah from the cell, as they left, it paused almost as if it were taunting Kharn. It stepped away and the cell door closed. Kharn yelled again, trying to get out of the restraints. His equipment had been left with him, he was unable to use his lightsaber, the parts holding his hands covered them. But his lightsaber was not his only weapon. He used the force to break the restraints, his rage fueling it. He pulled the lightsaber from his belt and activated it. He broke through the window, and began to cut through the door.

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Xan sat the human down in one of the chairs. They were in a security checkpoint, able to monitor the cameras. "There, camera one" Xan said pointing. The image showed the jedi attacking soldiers. He killed them all then moved out of the cameras field of view. Xan pointed to another image, and the human looked to that one, watching the image as the jedi killed more soldiers, a human, possibly an officer was cut down. The human gasped, apparently surprised. "Do you see what the force is capable of doing?" Kirah continued to watch the images, the shock and sadness evident on her face.

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Kharn had killed everyone he had came across, cutting them down quickly. He had shown no mercy, killing even the soldiers who had surrendered. He was close to Kirah now, he could feel it.

WAYWARD SOUL: FIRESPRAY-31 CLASS ASSAULT AND PATROL CRAFT: KUAT DRIVE YARDS, FREIGHT PORT.

I comm the Commander of the flight of Predators and instruct him to cover my flanks as I tear through space, drawing the Kuat Defense Forces away from the Interdictor cruisers. The staccato thumping of my rapid firing laser cannons rip a hole into the surprised, confused, and sloppy defensive formation as I move ahead. The superior speed of the Wayward Soul allows me to punch through quickly enough to avoid too much damage.

"Glitch, open comm to the BloodHawk" I said while veering up to avoid a stray shot from one of our Assault cruisers overzealous gunners.

"YES MASTER!" Glitch salutes, then pushes a few buttons on the comm board and gives me a channel to Skywalker's hired guns.

"This is High Inquisitor Starjammer aboard the Wayward Soul, to whom am I speaking?"

WAYWARD SOUL: FIRESPRAY-31 CLASS ASSAULT AND PATROL CRAFT: KUAT DRIVE YARDS, FREIGHT PORT.

"This is Ralin Drakus; I have you connected with my team as well.  Our credits have been cleared and recieved, we are yours to command.............how may we serve you?"

"We'll be taking the shipyards. I need Kuat and his data taken. I'll handle that, I want you and your team to neutralize the on site security and the armed personnel. Got that? I'll meet you in the main hangar bay."

I don't wait for the response to my command. Time is crucial in this effort. Kuat of Kuat is not easy prey...

"This is Drakus; we're going in hard and fast.  Land in close together so we don't get split up; Cabur, put some cover fire into ANYTHING that looks suspicious.  Stick to Starjammer's '6 when we bail out.  Protecting HIM is the mission until he sends us to do something else.  Good hunting."

"Roger that," Cabur said, adjusting some of the controls on the ship.  This was going to be fun, they would get to finish up their little "friends" they just left on Kuat.

LOL, Airplane quote...

"Ralin Drakus, you, your team, and I will be targeting a little known facility on the planet that happens to be the actual location of my target. The fleet will take care of the Orbital Shipyard Facilities."

I can hear the crackle of static on the comm as The Wayward Soul competes violently with the atmosphere.
The ships of the other hunters and myself are eliminating the meager air defenses that come up to compete. They know its too late. Peacekeeper troop transports are also entering the atmosphere, intent on claiming the former Imperial Garrison for their own.

I land in the Main spaceport and inform Glitch to lock the ship up tight. My anti-intruder defenses are top of the line. Besides, I know KDF won't be holding the spaceport for long. Scratch is in full hunting mode. I growl to him in vornskr that he's done well for being patient and that the time to hunt has finally come. He can barely contain his ferocious enthusiasm and is at the hatch long before I am. I open the hatch and step out, in full Jensaarai armor with silver-bladed double lightsaber activated.

The local security forces are stunned in silence. They've never before seen anyone like me or my pet. Only a rare few have. In my mind I count a full five seconds before the first of their shots is fired, absorbed in my open palm by the force. I channel the absorbed energy to fuel my body, making me faster then a normal humanoid. My silver dualblades whirling a shield as a rain of blasterfire comes at me. The force flows freely through me now. I am only dimly aware that The BloodHawk, the first of the Bounty hunting team is only now landing.

As the Blood Hawk hovered just feet above the landing surface near Starjammer’s landed Firespray, Ralin leapt from the still airborne craft’s open boarding ramp and hit the ground running, Ma’ryk close behind. 

“Hawk!  Put some fire down on any enemy concentrations before you go!” Ralin ordered into his comm-link to his vessel.

”Rodger boss!” came the translation of the Hawk’s droid-speak across the top of Ralin’s HUD. 

As Ralin and Ma’ryk raced after Starjammer, who was moving toward a unit of Kuat security forces, the Hawk fired a salvo of proton torpedoes into a nearby building that was shielding a group of Kuat troopers.  Turning slightly, it then sent a series of mass-driver bolts into the ranks of reinforcements who were rushing to the scene.  His job done, the Hawk revved it’s drive engines and heading back to the Peacekeeper fleet until needed again. 

Nearby, the new others landed and began to race after their new partners, as well.

The ‘jetii’ was under heavy fire, but it wasn’t hurting him for some reason.  Before Ralin or Ma’ryk could reach him, he attacked.................

I see one of the Mandalorians exit the Stingray, and another exit the BloodHawk, as well as a Trandoshan from another ship, and almost pay for my arrogance when a blaster bolt slips through my defense and glances off the armor of my left shoulder. I use the remaining energy absorbed from the first blaster bolt to force grab the offending shooter and toss him against the hull of a nearby vessel, to bounce off at an unnatural angle and land with a loud crunch at the Mandalorians feet.

This halts the remaining twelve guards in the docking bay. The moment of hesitation is all I need. Prompted by a growling command from me, my vornskr leaps at one of the men, hitting him solidly in the chest and dropping him to the ground hard. I deflect a few more incoming shots back at them with my Soresu form, two of which strike their targets, and take two shots to my armored right side and leg. The other shots miss completely...

Cabur came running up, blasters out and shooting, until she caught up with the rest of the team.  Looks like we're doing some covser work, she thought to herself.  The Starjammer burst through the entrance and they ran in, blasters up and ready for anything...

(anyone need me to edit?)

The moment the doors open, I see trouble. A firestorm of lasers spews forth at us from the barrel of an obviously stolen E-Web heavy repeating blaster. I take most of the firestorm's impact, deflecting it with a force shield. However, the strain becomes more than I can handle. I step back from the exchange, closing the door. My armor is pitted and smoking in several places. I use the force to direct away some of the pain of the shots that got through.

"Hold your positions," I say. "Watch my vornskr", I tell the Trandoshan, who obviously has caught Scratch's eye.
<Interesting...> I think, <maybe we can address that later.>

I disconnect my blades and turn one of them to its light greatsword function. It doubles in size and width and turns a bright flaming red. Guided by the length of retractable chain of Mandalorian iron and cortosis ore, I toss the blade up into the ceiling above me and using the force, I cut a hole in the material. When it's done, I look at the four hunters, obviously stunned by my actions.

"I'm just full of surprises, people. Wait for the sound of fighting to start, then bust through that door," I say, leaping up into the narrow crawlspace between the ceiling and upper floor. I stretch out in the force again and feel for the presence of the Kuat forces below. I find them, waiting nervously on edge below me, and position myself just above and behind the group operating the E-Web. I adjust my blade back to its standard setting and reattach the hilts. Then I cut through the material below me. My surprising drop is met with angry shouts as my silver blade hums equally angrily to life again...

Name: Colebin Calid
Age: 21
Species: Human
Occupation:
Loyalties:
Force Powers: limited danger sense, lifesense, and sense force
Weapons:
Armor: Blast vest
Appearance:
Personality/History/Motivation: The Cloak of the Sith was a mysterious region of the Outer rim which included the planet Roon. The region was hard to navigate, making Roon somewhat inaccessible; only two hyperspace routes were known to reach the planet. Raised on the planet Roon until the age of 14, Colebin learned his parents were actually co-conspirators in a secret Sith cult. They felt that he was ready to carry on the legacy of the Sith, and agreed to allow Colebin to begin his training. He and his parents moved to Belderone, in the Outer Rim territories, to establish a hidden Sith cult in that sector. He was trained for a few years until the arrival of the Peacekeeper's 501st Legion. They had arrived to reclaim KDY's AT-AT assembly factory, when the newly promoted Commander Daine Jir was informed by an unknown traitor within the cult, of its existence. Colebin Calid's home was destroyed and his parents were executed. Colebin fled to several planets, taking on odd jobs, until ending up working at Kuat Drive Yards. He was driven by his mother to eventually assume the Sith Lord mantle, but has had very little training in the use of his limited Sith teachings. With his mother gone, Colebin has little left of his training, save several clues to guide him eventually to artifacts hidden by his parents and other members of the cult. He is not quite sure if that is a legacy he wishes to assume.