"So what is it that you actually want us to be doing here? Capture the ship? Or are we playing it by ear as to what our mission is at any given time?"
"I'm afraid we're playing it by ear. We want to find out what the Imperials are doing, and probably to stop them. There's at least one probable Force user --and one closely associated with the Empress, at that -- with them, if the reports that sent us out here to begin with are correct; that's the main reason the XO asked for you and Zenith to come along." Commander Cyn said.
"I'm a jedi pilot, not a jedi duelist. I'd probably be more successful trying to talk him into joing the Republic then defeating him with a Saber, brute force just isn't my forte." Istara cautions, not wanting the Commander to assume that he had a trio of jedi saber-masters on his hands.
"I could hit him with a torpedo though, that I definitely could do."
"If we find him," Rosa asks of the likely dark Jedi, "how do you prefer we bring him in? Dead? Alive? Or somewhere in between?"
"Bring him in alive if it's reasonably practical. But this is a military mission; don't take any extraodinary risks. Shoot him in the back from 400 meters away if you have to." He says.
Storm was crouched listening to the briefing and looking at the holoimages. As Istara notes her doubts, Storm rises to answer. You are a jedi however and as such more suited to handle this than the marines. There are three of us and only one of him. Unlike you, I am at my best with the sabre. Even if the two of you are more capable with a fighter than sabre, you will be of great assistance in the fight that is more than likely.
"I'm kinda of looking forward to it," Zenith says, leaning back in her chair. "I like flying, but it's nice to be out on my feet sometimes too. Back on the hunt." She grins and taps her nose. "Dangerous game, but we can isolate and surround him...as long as there's only one."
She glances at the commander and Rosa. "Are we sure there's only one?"
A pair of fighters -- piloted by Zenith and Istara -- escorted one of Taelros' shuttles, Rosa, Storm, Wes, and the same two squads of Republic Marines that had accompanied you to the Imperial frigate down to the surface of Ruusan, on the other side of the town from the Imperial ships.
Debarking from the shuttle and their fighters, the Marine officer quickly detailed a perimiter guard for the Republic shuttle and starfighter, and Rosa and the others proceeded into town.
Istara cracked the seal on her cockpit and stretched out. "Vape, if anyone but a Republic soldier approaches I want you to broadcast a warning, and then if they come closer, take off and get back to the Taelros, but contact me before you break atmo." the young woman tells her partner, patting his head on her way past his mounting before she hangs down from the lip of the fighter by her arms and then takes the final drop of only a foot or two to the ground.
The flightsuit the Corellian was wearing was a bit battered from the grenade despite the patching, but its was still vaguely military looking. with her saber clipped to her belt, Istara headed over to the shuttle to join the XO and her marines. She gives a last wistful glance at her fighter though. "Its going to be a bit harder to hit a dark jedi with a torpedo if I'm leaving my fighter behind." the brown haired officer mutters.
"Lieutenant," Rosa jokes as she finishes surveying the area, "That would be entirely too easy. Besides, we really don't know what's on this planet, or their reason for being here. The intel alone is too valuable to go airborne on this.
__________________ "Sometimes things must be broken in order to be rebuilt." --Sith Proverb.
Once the group lands, Wes sets the marines up in an overlapping cover pattern to guard the landing zone while he gives the perimeter a quick check before reporting to the C.O.. Overall, Wes is rather thorough, yet efficient in his checking of the nearby area.
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Sorry for the delay on my end, obviously it's a combination of my fault and EN World's recent..issues..
Storm takes a close look at the marine squads performing their duty and admires their effectivenes. As he is pleased with the result he turns to accompany the others to the town, taking position at the head of the group, lightsaber at hand but unignited. "I expected more resistance to our landing." The lieutenant says to Rosa. "This makes me worried."
Activity in the town seems to be centered on a cantina that very much matches every stereotype of the frontier drinking establishment where a fair amount of shady business is concluded. You can ask questions there, head across town to confront the Imperials guarding their ships, or try and track them right away.
"As much as their lead over us may be," Rosa says as she surveys the area once again. Great, she thinks. Right in the middle of fort nowhere... "We really need to find out some clue as to why they're here. Anyone up for a visit to the cantina?"
__________________ "Sometimes things must be broken in order to be rebuilt." --Sith Proverb.
Istara smirks at the XO's question. "You guys look a little too military to fit in. I on the otherhand don't have that problem, especially in my flightsuit. I'll go." the Corellian volunteers. She pulls back her hood/helmet and takes her hair out of it's ponytail to let it settle around her shoulders, and then unzips her flightsuit down to her navel exposing a good bit of skin and a tank top that only covers the top half of her abdomen. Taken together the changes made her look like an attractive young woman who might or might not be a down on her luck spacer, but certainly not military.
[Deception: +10 if its needed for a deceptive appearance]
"Wish me luck." the young woman says, sauntering towards the cantina, putting a lot of confidence into her walk, turning it into more of a strut.
"If you'd like, ma'am," says Colton from off to the side as he finally speaks up. "I can scout ahead and keep a remote overwatch on the Jedi, should anything happen I can notify you and the team and provide suppressing or cover, as needed."
The Corellian scout is not only kitted out for recon/observation duty, but his heavy blaster pistol and rifle both appear to be modestly modified for the tasks that he just suggested.
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