Session export: Envoy Corps RP: Blood-bank Burglary

Aylin looked curiously up from her work as the holo transmission came in. She had heard of Hector before, but would have never thought he would contact her for a mission, especially a dangerous one. It did peaked her interest though and so she got up and grabbed what she thought she would need on a ‘dangerous’ mission.

“Are you coming too, Siky?”

Her little droid beeped happily and hopped onto her outstretched hand. Aylin chuckled and left for Arx, wondering who else also had gotten the transmission.

Jedi Praxeum, Kiast

At a holo terminal in the study hall, sat Wenet. On a pile of books, on top of a chair, reading about the Jedi Code. The Kushiban’s ears had drooped down her shoulders, which was a rare sight as they usually stood up straight on top of her head; eager, alert and excited. But reading wasn’t exciting at all and she wasn’t sure about this Code. She wasn’t a Sith, that was clear.. but was she a Jedi?

When the notification of the incoming transmission popped up in the corner of the holoterminal, instantly her ears twitched with curiosity. Wenet accepted it and as she let the transmission play her big round eyes began to twinkle with excitement. “too sensitive to discuss?” she whispered to herself and brought her hand to her chin, wondering “what could it be?” Whatever it was, it was far more exciting than reading dull texts so Wenet hopped off her seat. “Where do you think you’re going?” a droid, who had been overlooking the students in the study hall, asked. “it’s not time yet, little one” it continued as it blocked her way.

“First of all.. I was the tallest of my home village on Kushibah!” Wenet replied with slight agitation, and then continued with look of importance “Hector Von Ricmore needs my assistance… ” “Your assistance?.. for what?” the droid asked. “I don’t know, but it’s urgent!” Wenet replied and slipped between the droid’s legs. Before the droid could stop her, she dashed off on all fours.

After a quick stop at her room, where she gathered her things, Wenet made her way to the hanger. “I need a ride to Arx” Wenet said to the dockmaster. “Do you now?” they replied with their arms folded and a raised eyebrow on their face. “Yes! Urgent business for the Envoy society.” she replied standing up straight, hands on her hips looking up at them with a slight glare. “ask Hector Von Ricmore… if you don’t believe me..” The dockmaster did check and then reluctantly got a transport ready for the Kushiban. Meanwhile as Wenet was waiting, she wondered if anyone else of the Jedi was coming..

“ok shorty.. this transport will take you to the Arx Spaceport” the dockmaster said, motioning to her to come. “Is anyone else coming?” they asked. “No idea” Wenet replied and hopped onboard. “I’ll let the pilot wait a couple of more minutes for anyone who needs to come. Good luck!” they said and walked away while Wenet got comfortable on the transport.

Planet designation: Arx, category: Place They Weren’t Ever Fraking Going Back to Anytime Soon.

Alas.

The stupid named Jumpmaster 5000 model, now bearing elegant, scratching Omwatese script on its haul heralding it the*Khal Hatal,* or Casted Lance, set down in the spaceport as docking clamps secured her with a hydraulic hiss. On one terminal spoke of the crescent-shaped ship, in the cockpit, unblinking red eyes surveyed out the viewport. A pleased “hmm,” hummed from the massive Nautolan-Chagrin hybrid, who was not sitting behind the controls. Instead, he stood behind the chair, leant over it, braced in case of necessity.

But the docking had not been his.

Well done, ner senaar'ika, his hands praised, a mix of Basic and Mando'a. He smiled to the Omwati in the pilot chair, perched on a crate and using brilliant leavers and latches he’d devised, built, and installed himself from various scrap in order to be able to manipulate the necessary pedals, switches, and yoke.

Foxen had suggested merely purchasing new equipment and entirely retrofitting the cockpit to accommodate a copilot, providing them each a station fit to their respective sizes. Flyndt, however, had wanted to tinker with the problem. It was something to work on, and that was good. Besides, the Mandalorian lived to watch his bird create.

Now, a lifted crest of feathers and proud hoot signalled Flyndt’s own satisfaction at having made his first successful docking. It was a welcome change, not only from the moods of the weeks since the war, but also from the rest of this trip.

It seemed their moods matched at the same moment, feathers pressing back down in stress/deliberation/focus, beak clacking. Two “hrms,” echoed in the cabin, overlapping one another, one from Foxen and one a perfect mimicry from Flyndt, the noise much deeper and more growling than one would expect of the small, stocky body.

After all, they weren’t here to practice Flyndt’s rudimentary flying.

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(Successful docking: demonstrable improvement from previous attempts. Now if they could just get landing down.)

Having taken over Socorra’s office as soon as the female left for Viszla, Foxen had access now to quite the expanded information network. That included data streams from Arx and all around Dajorra and Brotherhood space, the Grand Master’s Praetor having been tapped into it all. It was through that intel that he had picked up on a security breach involving Brotherhood databases, specifically medical archives. At another time, such wouldn’t have concerned the Mandalorian.

Now, however, was different. Now he had been captured/tortured/temporarily killed by Collective forces and then treated by Brotherhood ones. Flyndt had assisted in his treatment. Non-zero possibility that somewhere in those systems, Flyndt’s presence/information had been documented. Therefore, non-zero possibility that Flyndt’s information was accessed in breach.

0≤% == unacceptable

And so when the Von Ricmore had deployed contact to the Envoy network, citing too clandestine parameters to discuss over holonet connection, he had supposed this was the incident they would be looking for. Foxen assigning himself to the Envoys was not a difficult task; seemed the bozos took anyone. He did not relish the connection, but in this case, it was critical, and so was keeping Flyndt out of any notice or archive.

So now here they were. Walking into unknowns with unknown accompaniment, unknown enemy, and unknown variables.

Not fraking ideal mission.

But: together.

Foxen brushed a hand through those crimson feathers ever so lightly, tilting his head at his partner, then asked, Ready?

A gloved hand rose up to take the Nautolan’s, two leather clad finger and three green curled around those larger digits as Flyndt pulled his hand down lightly. He stared for a moment out the viewport at the docks spanning out before them. Echoes of the war lingered in his mind but no greater than the image of that massive chain and the small crystalline body of a kneeling woman in its shadow.

A squeeze of a hand, sunset eyes rising to look at the mandalorian.

“Yeah, ready,” he replied with a nod and a determined, if anxious, furrow of his birthmarked brow.

The Omwati used the Nautolan’s grip to help hop off his precarious adaption, not that he needed it but it was appreciated. He set about gathering his pack and checking it once over. As he was attaching tools to his belt and slipping knives within the fabrics tied there, Flyndt paused when his hand encircled a cylindrical pole roughly a meter long. He picked it up slowly and held it in both hands, his thumb lightly rubbing the various groves and welds of the different components that lent it a cobbled yet purposeful look. A lightsaber pike he had melded together over the past couple weeks. Eventually he found a notch along its length and popped open the lid to a small compartment with a nail. Inside was a organized nest of wires and within it like a fragile egg rested a orange-white hued crystal.

A piece of her.

Flyndt was torn still about using the crystal in a weapon. It felt wrong, yet everything seemed to have been pointing towards this as what he should do. To use it to protect those he cares about, that he knows, and their people. .

Boots on metal announced the Nautolan’s approach. Flyndt hurriedly shut the compartment securely and slung the pole over his back with the nerf hide strap on his shoulder. His pack soon joined it and he turned to meet Foxen’s gaze.

‘O.K? You do not need to use it if not ready yet. My blades are yours, ner senaar'ika.’

Flyndt shook his head and shifted towards the door, a gloved hand raised to hit the hatch’s controls. “No, it is O.K…and thank you. Let us go? Find these people to meet, yes?”

With a steady look, the Nautolan hybrid nodded, accepting that decision and flashing another O.K. in confirmation. The button hit, the hatch lowered, hydraulics and air hissing as the pressure changed and then atmosphere of the port rushed in to their little flying moon.

The pair began to step out, when Foxen paused, twisting to look down, another question.

We go as is? Or you ghost?

It was less a concern of scouting for the physical safety and more for the Omwati’s already precarious privacy, but it was a concern still.

Flyndt scrunched his nose to the breeze and smells and light of Arx hitting his face. He pivoted to meet Foxen’s gaze and raised a hand between them, gesturing that this was fine. They were about to meet completely unknown and likely armed individuals, risking startling them seemed to be a poor decision.

Shaking his head, he chirped-clicked, “Best to speak and show self plainly if to work as a team.”

Communication, team work, topics they both had brought up recently with a Mirialan acquaintance of theirs, and reminded him of those from his own Order.

Flyndt nodded to the Nautolan hybrid, indicating for him to take lead. The larger man doing so without question, his sanguine eyes scanning ahead in search of this gathering group, threats, and exit routes. All while Flyndt stuck close to his flank, minding behind them in turn.

Those few minutes felt like an eternity for the Kushiban and the entire time she kept looking at the open hatch. Curious to see who else was coming to Arx. But when the hatch closed she knew she was the only Odanite going. With a loud clank the locks fell into place and transport began to move out of the hanger.

“Guess it’s just me” she said with mixed feelings. Of Course she was excited for a new mission but part of her also felt anxious and thought “why me though?” as she was still verily new to the Brotherhood and therefore the least experienced.

Wenet strapped herself into her seat as the transport left Kiast. It only took a short while until they cleared orbit and made the jump towards her destination…

The space was calm. Not much spaceship movement and Jori could easily train his piloting skills with two arms, while the other two arms were snacking at the small, double baked in butter, young potatoes. Chillaks looked at the scan and roared quietly to Archian who was helping Aksel with his biology exercises and Tajga with her math assignments. Red turned around. In front of him a view of the planet Arx spread through the front window. Their Star Commuter 2000 sent the automatic signal to the central control of the Arx’s Spaceport for the permission to land, which was quickly recognised. They redirected the spaceship to land from the East, passing the Shadow Academy buildings from above, Chillaks carefully lowered the attitude under Archian’s careful eye and guidance. They landed in the free space between other shuffles. When the back doors of the spacecraft had opened, Archian slowly walked outside down the ramp with Kaadu at the lead. Aksel was riding it with his strange laugh. Following them Tajga walked out alongside the Jori holding on to the brown-yellow Reek. When everyone was outside, Red exchanged hugs with the children, a small nod to Chillaks, and all of them sat down at the ramp of the ship. Until Archian would receive the next instructions from the Envoy Corps, he could still spend some time with them at the Spaceport.

A Clas B escort shuttle landed on one of the docks of Arx spaceport. It was very distinct from all the other ships as Aylin hated the boring gray. Today it looked like a unicorn had barfed all over it. She didn’t care, it was her style and if others didn’t like it they should look the other way.

The hatch opened and a Nautolan in a bright orange shirt and baggy blue pants stepped outside. On her waist a belt full with items they might need on the mission and a kit hanging on her shoulder which was stuffed to full. On her bag she had a riffle hanging.

“This can only go right, right?”

Her droid beeped and with that she set on to find this Hector dude or other sign of the mission.

The whistling of chirping birds could be heard from a landing platform on Arx. A heavily modified N-1 Starfighter painted with metallic pinks and purples, with some green, and bearing the fiery sigil of spade-bird, landed and as the engines cooled a similarly colored Mandalorian descended from the cockpit. Her Astromech follow3d closely at her heels. The Mandalorian approached a nearby deck-hand.

“Hiya, I’m lookin for a Hector Von Ricmore? I was supposed to be meeting for a job. Perhaps you’ve seen others landing here for similar reasons?”

Eevie began to make her way to the meeting location. She was always down for another job. The credits were welcomed.

The entire trip to Arx, Wenet kept wondering what their mission was. She thought of all sorts of scenarios, from hunting spies to transporting valuable cargo through dangerous territories. It kept her busy and made the journey seem less long.

When the transport jolted as it dropped out of hyperspace she instantly gazed through the porthole looking at the planet in the distance. Her big round eyes sparkled with excitement, “almost there” she said to herself. Already feeling impatient, thinking the transport wasn’t fast enough. ~*~

Several minutes later, the transport touched down at the spaceport. The engines were still rumbling when she hopped off her seat and made her way to the hatch. Not waiting for it to fully open she slipped out and left the transport.

“hiya, I’m looking for Hector Von Ricmore?” she heard someone say close by. “hey! So am I” Wenet said as she approached the colourful Mandolorian woman..

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As the pair progressed through the spaceport, set status: Watching Everything and Everyone, many other ships and passengers/objects were noted, assessed, and discarded. Foxen saw no immediate sign of Envoy dress – Sivall owned the respectable robes, a set with a half cape that Foxen acknowledged she wore well – nor the Envoy symbology/known gear/armaments/etc. They did hear a familiar tune of birds that had Flyndt’s head turning in recognition, the mimicked and recognized sound emitting from his beak, but he could not remember exactly where it was from…

Then, ahead: recognized targets. Also: danger.

Foxen stiffened. Flyndt noticed immediately, hand drifting towards his back at belt in preparation for threat, crest raising. It lowered a moment later when sunset eyes found what crimson had. The hand dropped from weapon, but instead reached over towards the Nautolan, brushing the back of his, asking. Offering.

“Hoo, we go…around, yes?” the Omwati offered, low. Foxen carefully flexed his four remaining digits before taking Flyndt’s hand, afraid of the echo of a crunch, trying to dispell tension of muscles gone rigid. He exhaled.

Shook his head.

Be nice for them to see you, he nodded at the kids.

“And you, hoo. Aksel’s favorite, hmm.”

There was something to the way Flyndt said that that the hybrid couldn’t yet place. Frustrating. But the thoughts were busy assessing environment/danger/controlling the self/ignore panic, so there wasn’t much room for them to go running off imagining inane things, like that the funniness could be in any way the same flavor as Foxen’s own feelings when watching Flyndt with the pair.

“Hmm.”

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He took the first step forward and found the second difficult. Flyndt stepped up in front of him, looking up with determination/solemness.

I’m here. O.K. We stay back, O.K.?

Okay.

O.K. he replied.

They moved closer, into sightlines, but didn’t approach, giving the ship – and the chillaks and the fraking horrible reek – a wide bearth. But they were visible. Flyndt hooted and lifted a hand in the direction of the Archian and Tagja and Aksel to greet.

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Both kids jump off from the crate. Aksel from excitement slided at the floor and started to roll as a small black fur ball straight to the Foxen. Black Shistavanen jumped forward from a few meters and landed with a hug at the Nautolan chest. He squeaked and barked softly while rubbing his head over to the Foxen shoulder.

Tajga was also excited to see both of them, but directed herself with slow steady steps to the Flyndt. “How have you both been?” She asked with smooth movements of her paws and with a wide smile.

Archian didn’t want to interrupt greeting of the children, but also as he remembered Foxen’s reaction to the creatures he simply raised a red fur paw. “Hello.” He said a bit louder for both of them to hear him. Red also stopped Jori who was trying to sneak by to greet Flyndt. Chillaks only roared sadly. <@244244163002892288> <@244244400488710155>

Foxen stooped to kneel when he calculated the velocity/angle of Aksel’s incoming trajectory and predicted what was coming. As a result, the little Shistavanen quite firmly landed against his chest when he threw all his baby weight against him like a cannonball. Unphased, Foxen merely wrapped one arm around and under the child in order to support him, standing back up while nuzzling commenced. He patted Aksel’s back, and then one-handed signed hello to Tajga, relying more on Flyndt to answer for them; his free hand was the one subtracted a pinkie, and while the Omwati was fluent in interpreting him by now, others did not have that exposure for adjusted gestures.

Eevie looked around for the voice she heard, eventually looking down to see the Kushiban looking up at her.

“Are you here for the assignment as well? If so, we can find our way together.”

Wenet nodded, “Yes, got a message from Von Ricmore asking for my assistance” she said with a smile it was obvious the Kushiban felt important. “I guess so… The message only said Arx Spaceport” she looked around at the large buzzing spaceport “but where, I have no idea” she added with a slightly nervous chuckle.

Her ears twitched again, hearing the sound of children nearby..

Flyndt nodded back to Archian’s returned greeting. His gaze glanced over to Foxen with Aksel, lingering there for a moment before turning back to Tajga with a small smile.

‘We live, and are well in health. You? Do you come often to A-R-X? What brings?’

Aylin was still walking around and wondering were she needed to go. It was getting annoying, something so important and then he forgets to add a meeting location other then a giant space port. She was muttering to herself as she continued to walk and was seriously thinking about slicing into his system.

Eevie also turned to the sounds of children. She didn’t want to be distracted from her current mission, but not knowing where she was to meet this “Hector” she decided a few minutes wouldn’t matter too egregiously.

“I have no idea either. I was going to walk around the port though, if you’d like to join me.”

She then began walking towards where she heard the children.

Wenet didn’t hesitate, she followed the Mandolorian closely. “so…eh… I’m Wenet” she introduced herself, not sure what else to say. “I’m from Clan Odan-Urr.. what about you?” she asked curiously but at the same time a little worried as she knew some of the Brotherhood didn’t like the Jedi or anyone associated with them like she waa.

“Pleased to meet ya, Wenet of Odan Urr. The names Eevie. I’m an Erinos of Arcona.”

Eevie held no dislike of anyone based solely on where they were from. She judged only their actions.

“We are here to farewell the Guardian for the mission.” She signed and pointed at Archian. “Are you going for a mission too?” She showed the question to Flyndt.

All excited, Aksel came back to the floor, and after a few seconds when he was shaking like a jelly, took Foxen’s hand and asked if they could join Flyndt and Tajga. He was squealing happily.

In the meantime Chillaks, who was stopped by Archian from walking and greeting Flyndt with a hug, sneaked around and with curiosity was observing walking around female Kushiban. He decided that he likes this species, and approached her from behind with a small roar.

Archian was trying to focus on keeping Reek occupied with food to not provoke Foxen. He remembered an incident between Nautolan and Arqet at his home planet. As he was thinking for how long Reek could have been busy with his snack, Red spotted the female Nautolan passing by not far away.
Two of them, at the same exact time in the exact same place, from the same race - that couldn’t be a coincidence. He waved to her to check if his feelings were correct.

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With eyes constantly looking at the reek category: danger and chillaks category: still can’t fraking believe he uses that thing as a pilot/danger, Foxen let Aksel take his hand and stepped over to Flyndt and Tajga. He said hello to the little girl, adding, you two have food and security for while A-R-C-H is gone?

“We are staying in the village. We need to help with taking down the corn maze, and also M-Y-M-I-R and C-L-A-R are having some kind of surprise.” She answered with a deep thinking face. “They said that you both will be invited too, so I don’t know what they are planning.” She explained.

Archian noticed Foxen’s question too, and informed him from the crate where Reek was happily chewing at the bone. “The Relkass Sentinel Plant season has started. I won’t let them stay alone in the camp if those maniac Draagax are running around.” He passed the information.

Foxen nodded to this, accepting it. The village: awful. But the whole planet was awful. So there was that.

Also, surprises? Them?

The feeling is: no.

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A mission? Flyndt glanced over at Archian who seemed to be waving at someone else in the busy spaceport. What chance that the three of them all were here for the same mission. The Omwati nodded, “We are on a mission. Hope Archian’s go well.”

While he debated going to speak with the adult red Shistavanen himself, Foxen joined them. An invitation back to the village was giving him…mixed feels. He had been fairly accusatory in the heat of the conflict back then and the animal refuge moon was not a comfortable spot for his partner. But, he also did not wish to disappoint the children and Clar had been understanding and forgave the past tensions. Catching sanguine eyes waiting for his thoughts, Flyndt sighed and gave a small smile.

“I thank them for extending this honor, Tajga. I can not say if we will be able to join, depends how our, hoo, mission goes. We speak again later if able?* Flyndt suggested.

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Foxen hummed to that, an agreeable acknowledgement for while the Omwati was looking to the older of the two children.

His gaze flicked up again, watching their surroundings. He spotted on approach an unfortunately recognizable set of armor, classification: vomit, and not even the rainbow that the Miralukan despot had made the Arconan fleet, but actively worse. At least rainbow, by virtue of itself, didn’t clash. Those colors were painful to look at together.

A Kushiban approximately the size of a loaf of bread walked next to the Eevie. Also, a Nautolan in armor the Archian waved at. Why?

It feels overly convenient. And also: like a headache waiting to happen.

Ugh, mission.

The Nautolan looked curiously to the odd gathering of people and frowned.

‘Why are they waving to me? I don’t even know them.’ She thought silently and grabbed her datapad.

When she got her datapad she reverse tracked the message from Ricmore and used it to slice into his system to find where they were supposed to meet. She also send him a message back.

– where the heck are you? You said the mission was important, but you are nowhere to be seen in Arx. Is this a joke? –

She was getting irritated, cause she could have been doing more research.

“Arcona?.. don’t think I’ve met anyone from Arcona before” she responded with a smile. Wenet was relieved Eevie didn’t respond hostile to her introduction like some had in the past and hoped the rest of the group, they were supposed to meet, would respond the same.

She continued to follow the colorful Mandolorian towards what looked like a family reunion in the distance. Looking at the small group that had gathered she recognized at least one face, or so she thought she did anyway. Trying to remember where she had seen them before she didn’t pay attention to anything else. So when she heard a roar behind her she got startled and jumped, in midair she turned and then landed back facing the Chillaks.

“hey!” she exclaimed and rested her hand on her blaster as she looked the furr covered six-limbed giant up and down “sneaking up on people isn’t very nice” she added and then relaxed herself. Tilting her head she bluntly asked “what in tha galaxy are you?” not really knowing if this creature could even speak, she had never seen anything like it.

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“Stolen medical records. Gotta day, I’m surprised that was allowed to happen. Being said, I’m down to route out some traitors.” Eevie was never one to love violence and killing, but in this matter, she approved.

The knife that had dropped into Foxen’s hand at sudden appearance of cloaked stranger around him/Flyndt/the children did not go back into its sheath. The Nautolan hybrid held it loosely at the side and back, a casual position to chamber a throw for jugular insertion that also kept the blade away from Aksel’s immediate reach. His other hand, that the tiny Shistavanen boy still held, towed Aksel tight behind him, while the body shifted in front of Tajga/Flyndt.

Ready to intercept.

2.1 m close.

Confirm.

However: then the materializing male starts talking, and makes a holoprojector appear from the ground at what would have seemed a completely random spot to park in the spaceport. How had he ensured that they stopped here?

Regardless, the figure speaks of the same mission they hoped to find. Apparently, these are the Envoy team. They just need to go along.

“Hrm,” he growls, and must repeat the command to the mind to step down from threat level, twice. It resists, the urge to do violence stronger with the children in proximity to surprise.

Wenet was still facing the Chillaks when Von Ricmore suddenly appeared seemingly out of nowhere. Not knowing the creature’s intent she cautiously backed away and after a few steps she turned around to join the group that had gathered. As she listened to the Kiffar speak she kept glancing between the hologram and the creature.

“I accept” The small Kushiban replied without hesitation when Von Ricmore was done talking. “I didn’t come to Arx to just go back home again” she added with a chuckle. “So our objective is; Go to Rishi Moon, track down the traitor, capture of dispose of them and destroy the stolen data?.. seems easy” she grinned.

“That’s what I’m here for,” Aylin said as she watched the others of the small group gathering around him.

‘This could get interesting…’ she silently thought

“In this case I can offer my Commuter to get at Rishi Moon. I can contact Mymir to pick up Jori and the children back to the village.” Shistavanen pointed at his starship. “Unless we need the unmarked spacecraft?” Archian directed the question to Hector Von Ricmore.

Chillaks was still following Wenet, and decided that he likes her. He made a small, double soft and gentle pat at her head followed by a happy roar, and walked back inside of the starship.

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Foxen remained at the ready, unblinking eyes tracking every animal/object/sentient movement. He signed to Flyndt, for them alone, data destruction, priority. ‘Traitor,’ our concern? Do you care? Lethal or non lethal? <@244244400488710155>

Wenet looked at the others, waiting to hear their response when the Chillaks once more approached her. This time however she was alert and noticed.

Wenet turned towards it just at it was about to pat her head. Her ears flattened as its hand lowered but she didn’t move away letting them pat her head. Unsure how to feel about this gesture she watched the six limbed furry giant walk away.

Shaking her head she turned back to the group and noticed the odd looking Nautolan signing something to the others. Wenet furrowed her brow and tilted her head, trying to figure out what they were saying. they’re talking about me aren’t they? she thought to herself..

Upon noticing the uncloaked newcomer more from Foxen’s sudden shift in position, Flyndt gently touched Tajga’s shoulder then gestured to Aksel. Talk later, promise, he signed before motioning for them to head back to their ship. The Omwati turned and slipped beside Foxen, listening to the mission parameters and regarding the holographic moon.

His gaze shifted to his partner afterwards, listening to the motions he read. A deep hrmm rumbled in his throat as his birthmarked brow furrowed in thought before he angled his body towards the hybrid, keeping their conversation more private – hands shielded by his torso. He nodded, ‘data destroy, most important. Traitor?…be bad for them, yes? Always good when no have to kill, able ask questions…but if need to, to live. Yes.’

Flyndt paused and glanced at this Hector Von Ricmore. There was a thin buzz beneath his skin, anxiety he realized. This was not his mission given and he is under the wim of the man to participate in it. His only assumption is whatever Foxen had managed to work for their participation to pass. He glanced back to the Nautolan for agreement in those thoughts. Sanguine eyes met his with a quiet ‘hmm’ before a scarred hand missing a digit reached out to brush against his own gloved one.

‘O.K.’

An exhale. O.K.

Flyndt pivoted to speak in basic with Hector, tattooed chin and a few crimson feathers that weren’t tied back raised. “We, Foxen Erinos and Flyndt, will accept mission,” a pause, sunset irises glancing to the others, “Would not capturing the, hoo, traitor be most useful? See what they told this enemy? And what enemy do you believe nests on this moon?”

Quiet, confirm, Foxen replied immediately, processing the information. Frontal assault: unsuited for small team deployment. Messy. Also: droids problematic to illusory jediit powers. Increased mission difficulty. He paused with a, “hrm,” obviously displeased by this as he glanced to Flyndt, and then cast red eyes over the rest of the team. None of you look capable of stealth. Confirm or deny.

He turned to Ricmore.

Do you possess a layout of the base or have knowledge of where the data is located/stored? Do we have confirmation it has not already been, he paused mid-sign, changing to a simpler one, shared?

Flyndt relayed Foxen’s words for him, pausing only to interrupt once with a shake of his head and slight frown. “No, not all illusory skills. Spectreing is not, hoo, not for me. I can stealth.”

The avian cleared his throat and switched his attention back to translating. Once the hybrid was finished, Flyndt tacked on a couple questions of his own.

“Do we know where droid, uh, stations are located? How close to base or spread across moon? Would more a ground approach be better?” That last question was more towards the small team, his gaze shifting to them before returning to Hector. “You have the info on Vulture droids? May I see and look over?”

“rebuilt communications outpost” Wenet muttered to herself, already trying to think about a way in. “must have air vents I can get through” she noted to herself as she continued to listen. “oh.. first need a way past twelve vulture droids” Wenet wiggles her nose and scratches behind her ear, still trying to come up with ideas.

Would a pod get past? she wondered. What if I’m send down first, in a pod.. something that wouldn’t be seen as a threat.. hmm.. and then I sabotage the charging stations. She continued to fantasize, already starting to feel like the hero of the mission. “Nah… that’s silly” she let out a chuckle, keeping her idea to herself and hoping the others had better and more plausible suggestions.

Air vents I can get through.

Red eyes pinned on the Kushiban again, assessing size.

Hmm.

Possible infiltration asset: confirm. He nodded to it.

“If we’re looking for a way in undected…I’m happy to be a diversion. I’d love to see them Vulture droids try to take down my Freebird. She’s built for speed and solid defense. Her weapons ain’t too shabby either.”

Eevie seemed quite sure of herself and her ships capabilities.

This time Foxen looked to the other Erinos. His pointing a finger in confirmation was near immediate.

Someone else volunteers to draw fire? Fraking sure.

Aylin tilted her head, “Or just use the P-C_man virus I made and used before. Takes them out as it will litterally eat their given tasks. Just need to get close to be able to send it to them.”

She gave a shrug, “Else the airvents it will be, have seen my fair share of those.”

Who the hell is the enemy the traitor has gone to, with such forces? Any known identifiers? Collective, Mortis? This is a larger concern than one rogue, Foxen asked and then, if data has not been shared, then suggestion: orbital bombardment. Frak searching the place for one individual and these databanks. Instead, team objective: take down the shield generator and anti-aircraft artillery. Then the Brotherhood can mop up its own mess and glass the place. Destroy everything. Lose the traitor, but guaranteed secure data. Thoughts?

“Hrm,” the Nautolan hybrid growl-grunted in consideration. Confirm. Secondary objectives: possible interrogation of bozos to determine alignment.

Went nodded “noted” she replied and made a mental note about finding out the alignment of the traitors. Wenet was not the stealthy type, mainly because she was far too impulsive, she would shoot first and ask questions later. But still the thought of a stealthy approach, sneaking around got her excited.

“So… are we going or what!” the Kushiban blurted out. Eager to go, she began to feel impatient. we can figure out a plan on the go she thought to herself and glimpsed at everyone present, hoping they’d agree to get moving now.

“We should move quickly…” Flyndt chirped. His feathers ruffled in thought. All these droid models he never heard of, what to expect from them. He imagined they were vastly different than his L0-LA back home. And the enemy having blasters? If conflict broke out, he would have to sneak in close to deal with them and risk getting shot by the team themselves. It was unlikely they had experience with a ghost on the field. This risked being a chaotic disorganized mess like the first mission he went on.

He caged a groan.

“First, we need know skills of each other, must work as a team. You all from Brotherhood, yes?” Purple-orange eyes darted to the others. “Then you know of those who gifted with the Force. I am, a hyōba, shadow. I am quiet and move unseen. Good with mechanics, skilled in blades and…” the metallic pole against his back felt heavier, “have what you call a light, er, saber?”

The Omwati shifted his gaze to the smaller and green Nautolan – not recalling the address Hector had used. “You mention a code for droids. Am I wrong to guess you are skilled in programing? Technology?”

“I’m good at them.” Archian pointed at the Reek standing next to the crate. “Additionally I can support you with some medical skills.” He shook his medical backpack. “Also some explosives and cooking if necessary.” He took out a small paper package, loosened up the string and started to eat homemade sushi. Head of the Chillaks showed up from inside of the starship, sniffing the air.

Aylin looked proudly, “I dare to say I’m one of the best slicers. I also know how to use bombs and rig stuff. Though I’m not that good at fighting unless it’s long distance or I can get droids to fight for me.”

Her little droid crawled onto her shoulder and chirped happily.

“Oh, and this is Siky, he helped with a lot of things were we can not.”

“If I gotta praise myself, imma great pilot. One of the best around, I’d say. I also excel with a blaster, and I’m a good mechanic. I’m good at lots more as well.”

Eevie beamed behind her mask. She was excited about the mission, and always enjoyed the opportunity to show off.

Inventory: all forms weapons combat, specialization: blades, slugs, sniping; hand to hand combat; physical endurance/conditioning/strength. Overwatch, Foxen surmised for the sharing circle.

The always curious Kushiban listend to the others as they shared their skills. But being the least experienced she wasn’t really sure what she could bring to the table.

Her ears flattened slightly “eh.. me?” she started but unlike before she sounded less confident.. “Well. Eh… I’m agile.. fast and flexible… I can whoop ass” she said and straightened her self. “I can get into places others can’t.. I know how to pilot, how to fight and use blasters.. ” she added, hoping it was enough to be considered an asset to the team..

Flyndt nodded as each person shared their skills. It painted a better picture of their comrades for this in his head. He still was not sure how things will mesh together and play out, but it was a start. After a moment of his brow furrowing in thought, the Omwati addressed another question to the head of this mission.

“You mentioned we had access to get an item, tech or, hoo, upgrade?” He could not think of something that would aid himself specifically and was drawing a blank on ideas for the group as a whole. Stealthify Foxen’s ship? No, there wasn’t enough room for everybody unless they get claustrophobically close. A clack of his beak behind pursed lips. His gaze again turned to the others. “Is there anything one may need or might help us?”

No animals, Foxen said to Flyndt, eyes having fixed on the crated reek and only drawn back by the beak clacks. Please.

Then: possible could rig stealth vessel while the Visually Loud Atrocity provides volunteered distraction, a gesture to Eevie, perhaps if slicing capabilities, overtake the droid ships and crash them into the shield generator/anti-aircraft artillery. Less work for us.

Flyndt glanced at the creatures with Archian’s family with a hum under his breath, a nod to note. He was thoroughly distracted interpreting the next bit to comment on it in the moment though.

“Is that what Vulture Droid is? A droid that is ship? Oh,” Flyndt asked Foxen, clearly disappointed it was not a bird droid. The small silver and grey feathers at the back of his neck raised and prickled with the shape of that word on his tongue. Vulture. Try as he may, he could not think of why and brushed it aside.

Despite the nearby threat of animal/strangers/spaceport, it was equally obvious, at least to Flyndt, that in that moment the Nautolan hybrid wanted to scoop the Omwati up and…Do Something. As was, he just shook his head.

Sorry, love. Confirm, droid ship. Just means, he paused there debating how to phrase ‘an unmanned Variable Geometry Self-Propelled Battle Droid,’ ship without meat pilot. Class common in the C-L-O-N-E W-A-R-S. They can transform to land walking or flight modes. Controlled by controller ship. Designed for weapons/aggression, not durability. Disposable. Throw lots of them at problem until it breaks. Like swarm of N-I-E-S.

“…cool,” Flyndt uttered after processing that. He made a stinger like motion after his exclamation, sticking his mottled tongue out in an indication that he did indeed find that cool. Yet, he recognized those will be a Puhta'n problem, his gaze migrating thankfully to Aylin with her earlier mention of her method of dealing with enemy droids.

Wenet watched the exchange between Flyndt and Foxen.she tried fo follow it but with al the signing she barely could. The Kushiban rolled her eyes and let out a sigh, she wanted to get going.

“So what’s our ride?” she interrupted them. “I’m afraid I have no ship of my own.” she added and glanced between all those present. “or are we splitting up in teams?, if so.. who am I going with?” she asked them with a smirk.

“I have a ship that should be able to take all of us. It’s not really stealthy though…” She said cheeky grin

Foxen grimaced.

Our ship, quiet. Unadorned. Can be crammed into if must. K-U-S-H-I-B-A-N will be fine. No animals. Flyndt already familiar with it; could install a stealth upgrade, I’m confident. Save the loudmouth ship for distraction. He pointed at Eevie. How close do you need to be to slice a droid ship controller? this question was directed to Aylin.

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Eevie couldn’t help but roll her eyes at the loudmouth ship comment. She wasn’t surprised, and even grinned a bit. The smallest shake if her helmet could be seen.

Wenet listend to Flynth as he translated what Foxen was saying. The way her spiecies was spelled out made her angry. ‘will be fine?.. its always the same, they never see me as an equal.. but I’ll show them. Their mistake to underestimate me’ , she thought to herself as she gave Foxen a glare.

Red eyes juked far down to Wenet, catching a vicious glare. One pierced brow raised, as if to say, what?

Some people would look away when someone suddenly stare back at them.. but not Wenet, she kept glaring, I’ll show you, she just thought to herself.

The eyebrow stayed up. Fingers gently brushed Flyndt’s sleeve for attention, then pointed at the Kushiban in indication.

Problem? he asked her.

“I don’t have a problem” she replied as she kept her eyes on Foxen, “But you seem to have a problem with me… comparing me to animals… ey?.. no animals, but a Kushiban will be ‘fine’” she put a lot emphasis on the last word in that sentence, highlighting how degrading the choice words came across.

Foxen blinked at her. He made a clicking sound and shook his head, eyes rolling.

Deny. No problem with you. Specified K-U-S-H-I-B-A-N would be fine due to compact size in tight quarters of cramped ship. This is an asset. No animals is, he pointed at Archian, and behind him, the caged fraking reek, literally no. Fraking. Animals. You are sapient. And wrong. If I meant to call you a rabbit, I would. Yippie. I have been called: dog on a leash x300. Join the party. It’s great. We have trauma and superior snacks. Better now, ‘I don’t have a problem?’“

The conversation went from discussing ship options and installing stealth upgrades to suddenly being pulled into a discourse he hadn’t noticed when or how it started. Flyndt struggle to catch up for a moment, only noting the offended look upon Wenet’s face after Foxen directed his attention. He shifted his weight between his feet briefly while interpreting, this time he recognized Kushiban as its full name and not have to spell it under his breath. ‘Yippie’ and the ‘I don’t have a problem’ were uttered with confusion and uncertainty.

It was at that moment he realized he didn’t even know their name. “Hoo… Sorry, um, for confusion…?”

Aylin tilted her head as she listened to what was going on. This was going to be a looooong trip this way.

“Anyway,” she said, breaking the awkwardness between them. “I can slice into one of the bird droids without problem from a distance. With the Gozanti near it would make it easier. If you want me to get them all, that might be a little trickier as I need to get close or into the mothership.”

She frowned slightly, “But if I get one of them, I can have it do whatever we wanted it to do.”

The eyeroll definitely didn’t help but she said nothing about it. Wenet didn’t come here to make friends and definitely didn’t expect to make any anyways. She came here to do a job so they had to work together of they liked it or not.

“fine..” she said and finally turned her gaze away from him. Now looking at Flynth she continued “it’s solved now.. right?” she told them. “let’s focus on the task at hand.. and get moving. It’s still a long way to Rishi Moon, we can come up with a plan along the way.” she said to everyone there. “due to my compact size "I might be able to stay under the radar, just need a way to get onto the surface so I can do some damage.” she suggested trying to change the focus on the mission again instead onto her embarrassing behaviour..

Foxen’s hand tapped his chin down at Flyndt in thanks for how hard he was working to speak for both of them, and he nodded to both Aylin and then Wenet individually.

Then, suggested tactical plan to refine in transit: three part assault.

First: E-E-V-I-E provides distraction in her ship. Our approach will already be loud due to presence of larger Brotherhood vessels that are less maneuverable. She can move faster, better, avoid canon fire but get close enough to cause vulture droid swarm. Possibly: reveal controller ship.

Second: stealth. Flyndt installs cloaking upgrade to our Khal Hatal. We approach after E-E-V-I-E takes off. Objective: undetected surface approach. The goal will be for A-Y-L-I-N to slice a droid en route, if not the controller. Variable option, tactical flexibility. Once control of the vulture droid, direct it to crash into the anti aircraft gun. If this eliminates gun, partial success. Also: allow E-E-V-I-E safer to approach, provided she can escape the swarm.

Third: contact. Stealthed ship lands at location of shield generator. We proceed with ground assault to overtake/destroy the generator. Or adjust plan as necessary. If accomplished, Brotherhood can proceed to orbital screen moon. Possible: we fulfill other objectives, or evacuate. Brotherhood can glass the place. Mission accomplished.

Yes, Archian noticed before that Foxen had a problem with every kind of creature. “I can either leave creatures behind, or stay with them as the emergency team behind.” Archian shrugged his shoulders. “Debate about whether creatures stay or not shouldn’t distract us from the mission. So if necessary both Lampo and Gree can stay behind.” Archian knew that sometimes everyone needs to make sacrifices.

Your medical asset, likely required, Foxen pointed out.

Red listened to the plan and added. “During field approach we can also set up a few bugs and long range activation explosives to gain more information and insights about the base with possibility for immediate destruction.” He suggested. “Also we can set up an upgraded collar with a jamming signal at both Gree and Lamp. If we let them loose around base, they could give us a distraction advantage.” Archian said what he thought and turned to Eevie. “Would you have enough space at your ship to load both creatures in the safety pens and let them out when you approach the base after your part?” Shistavanen asked.

“How much time do we have until we need to leave?” He directed another question to Hector.

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“I’m honestly not sure. My ship is an N-1, though heavily modified. It’s a single passenger fighter.” Eevie responded with unease in her voice.

“That’s fine. Never mind.” Archian made a short, quiet whistle and Jori came out from the Starship holding a piece of meat in each of three arms. Reek immediately jumped straight into the direction of the ship, and when they both disappeared inside, everyone could hear the sound of the predatory feast alongside the metal clang of the padlock. Tajga also slowly walked out and directed Archian’s mount up the ramp. “Thank you!” Archian shouted to them. “Sorted.” He looked at the group.

“Uh… I have a ship large enough. It’s a Class Type B Escort Shuttle, not the fastest probably, but we won’t be packed like sardines…”

Discomfort secondary, Foxen pointed out to Aylin. More important that you slice than pilot. However. And that was the point, wasn’t it. Discomfort secondary.

He assessed.

Could he do this.

Barely, perhaps.

However, if benefit from distraction of animals, and you allowed, I could pilot your ship reasonably?

The suggestion was directed at the group. The body is 9000% tenser.

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“Of course you can fly the ship do that I can slice away. It’s up to the rest which ship we pick.”

“Whatever ship y'all choose, I’ll just be doing my best to keep the heat off of you. Me and them Vulture Droids will be playing playing a game of Loth-cat and mouse.”

“Hoo,” Flyndt rubbed at his neck briefly after listening to them all between being Foxen’s voice. Everything was painting a more intense picture than he was suspecting, and suddenly he wished he had his halberd with him instead of the saber strapped to his back. A more familiar steel, or well, beskar. Could Eevie really handle twelve droid ships on her own?

“I am sure you will be the actual loth-cat, and not the vole. However, if those, uh, corsairs?” the Omwati looked to Hector. “If they have smaller ships, starfighters, perhaps they can assist you, Eevie?”

Flyndt then looked to Aylin, “Would your ship take a stealth upgrade? If yes, then we can fix that on. I can assist if needed.”

Wenet listens to the discussions, she didn’t really have any input. She had no ship of her own and wasn’t an ace pilot so flying a fighter probably wasn’t a smart idea. She could handle guns on any ship though, if they’d let her.

While there was still discussion about the form of transportation and tactical approach, Archian picked up the abandoned parts of the signal jamming machinery from the floor and assessed it. He made a step to the crate where his creatures were standing not so long ago and dropped the metal next to collars which were still laying at the top of it. He started to connect the parts together and assembled the parts around the leather - he lifted the ready new jamming signal collars after a couple of minutes. He turned around to everyone and said, “With Gree and Lamp wearing thus we can disturb some of the signal around the base, and possibly distract further away from it.”