NationStates Jolt Archive

The sun glinted on the hull of the ARC-170 as it angled down towards a planet, the specially modified Starfighter had been modified to attempt to lower its sensor return. This Starfighter was doing a cursory sweep of an inhabitated planet that the Star Republic had discovered. The Home ship was beyond the edge of the system and the ARC-170 had managed to get past the systems sensors and into the atmosphere. The Crew of two Clones and a Jedi Padawan looked down at the land below.
A warning light suddenly began to flash and began to beep. Something had locked onto them with sensors.
"Damn, they cut through the sensor blanket" The Clone Pilot CP-2233 "Derman" muttered.
"How close?" Padawan Niae Murkan asked anxiosly.
"Too close" Derman replied as he dived down towards the ground "Incoming missile!"
The Modifications had meant a drop in speed and armour so the missile was able to catch them and hit them. The Fighter began to spirel towards the ground.

Darkness.
"Ma'am can you hear me?"
More Darkness
"Wake up Ma'am please"
A bright light.
"Derman?" Niae asked weakly as she sat up.
"Don't move too much you took a bang to the head, let me get some bacta" Derman said before spraying her head with it "Better?"
"Slightly" Niae asked looking around "What happened to the gunner?"
"He didn't survive the crash" Derman said "We had to move, I could only carry one of you, we're in the montains now, it'l be difficult for the enemy to find us, or for us to contact the ship"

IC:
The SMSS Huarta is a military space ship, a Tanoma-class Battlecruiser, was going to Jakat Star System to rendezvous to it's main fleet. They passed by the inhabited planet where ARC-170 was shot down.

A Martilian Soldier was using the telescope to view the vast landscape of the unknown inhabited planet. He observed the forest, plains and coastal regions of the planet when he suddenly focus the telescope on the mountain regions, he saw a smoke and saw a wreckage but unidentifiable. He suspects a ship, but see no any survivors. He quickly rushed into the bridge of the ship where he meet Admiral Yakutra Brigante, the admiral of SMSS Huarta.

On SMSS Huarta in the bridge:
"Sir, we got an unidentified object by the planet on our right. It's possible it's a spaceship, but no signs of survivors", the soldier said. "A ship?? Interesting...", said excitingly. Admiral Brigante is an adventurous and curious commander. He always break rules and investigate unknowns for his own benefit:
"Alright! We will re-enter the planet! Let's go!"
"But, sir, this planet is dangerous. If a ship crashed in the mountains, then there is a possibility we will encounter enemies, and this is against the protocols!!", said by one of his staff.
"I don't care! We will check it out!!"

The ship re-enters the planet's atmosphere and quickly headed towards to the crash site. The admiral ordered to keep the ship hovering as they will survey the area. Then Admiral Brigante ordered "We will sent out ships!! We will search for the survivors! If any of you encountered any hostiles!! Shoot them down!!". The soldiers nods. They sent out Starfighters to look for the survivors, but they dont know that someone is watching them.

"We've got fighters Ma'am" Derman said.
"Stop calling my Ma'am" Niae complained "Call me Niae, whos fighters?"
"Unsure, they're scanning the area" Derman said
"Are we hidden enough?" Niae asked.
"I think so Ma',,,Niae" Derman replied

A small frigate waited in orbit above the crash site, the captain, and sole crew member, was swearing at the fact his supposedly infallible cloaking device had momentarily failed on him. It was lucky for him that the people below had focused instead on the poor fighter below, for he wasn’t one to run afoul of the law between systems. Still, he did have some obligation to help whoever may or may not have survived.

Entering a course, he set his ship to land near the crash site, hoping that he’d at the very least be able to return the wreckage to the pilot’s next of kin, or better still their bodies. If they were still alive that would be better still.

On SMSS Huarta in the bridge:
The Starfighters are searching around the mountains and constantly sending information to the Battlecruiser. One of the staff asked Admiral Brigante how can be sure there are survivors from the crash:
"Sir, how did you know that there are survivors in here?? I mean, the wreckage is fully destroyed, no one could have been survived here."
"Well, you know, instinct. Sometimes, you must follow your instinct, as they know more to what you know. That's what I believe", Admiral Brigante replied then smiled.
The search continued for several hours, but the Starfighters didnt find anything. While the Starfighters are returning to the ship, a missile was seen incoming to one of the Starfighters and got hit. "Mayday! Mayday!! I've been hit!! Hit!!", the Starfighter Pilot yelled. The Starfighter quickly ditched to the mountain side, but the pilot ejected out of the cockpit before the Starfighter was destroyed. The remaining Starfighters quickly spread out, but they're out of fuel, and returned to the SMSS Huarta. Admiral Brigante ordered a Transport Ship to be sent and landed to the mountain side in search of the Starfighter pilot. "Alright, I want you all to be careful here. I think they're testing us. Initiate the Shield System, so we can be covered against an unexpected attack".

The ships radar has picked up a signal from an unknown spacecraft just near to them. Admiral Brigante tries to contact the Statiff ship....

OOC: Note, not Stattif, not at all, in fact, I have no nation made as of yet.

IC:
An unknown was hailing him, the man sighed, they were the ones that had probably launched that fighter; not that it was any of his responsibility. The more important thing was why the cloaking system had failed again, it was a serious problem. Flicking a switch he reactivated it again and proceeded to land, hoping that it would keep working long enough for him to actually fin the crash site.

Admiral Brigante continues to contact the ship, but they are not replying. Brigante decided to send them a Distress Message.

"This is SMSS Huarta of the Space Union Socialist State of Martilia. Identify yourself!!"

The problem with the unknown vessel, well identified vessel was that it had alerted the authorities on the planet below that he was there. So as it seemed was custom to uninvited guests, missiles streaked towards him, far more than any other craft had received thus far. Sure, he could dodge them, but things weren’t going to be as easy as he’d hoped.

He opened a com channel. “THANKS FOR BLOWING MY COVER! I WAS trying to help those people before you started squawking at me, now look what’s happening, they’re firing at me.” The transmission cut off the frigate pulled a very tight manoeuvre for a ship of its size whilst point defence system picked the missiles off one by one. “Now I have to deal with the locals and the fact that my new cloaking system is on the frits. If I make it out of this alive your space union thing will be footing a serious bill!” With that the communication cut off.

Seeing as his masterful plan was now ruined, he cast aside all caution and proceeded to land in the nearest possible location, whilst simultaneously activating his mimic system, which he actually knew worked. To anyone trying to see his ship from the air or space, or the ground for that matter would only see a rather large rock. It would by him the time to find the wreckage and see if there were any survivors.

Admiral Brigante was pissed off. But still decided to help them, "I think they need help". Brigante with his SMSS Huarta was under heavy fire with missiles as they have alerted the adversaries. "ACTIVATE ANTI-MISSILE SYSTEM!!", Brigante shouted, the staff quickly warned the admiral about the system, "Sir! These defense system is not yet tested, if they dont....", Brigante barges in "No! IF WE WANT TO SURVIVE HERE INITIATE IT!! NOW!!", the staff initiated the defenses. The battlecruiser released a swarm of small missiles to counter the missiles heading towards them. Like a swarm of bees, the Anti-Missileshit 70% of the missiles while the rest heading towards them. "ALL HANDS ON DECK NOW!!!", the missiles hit the battlecruiser badly even only small percent of the missiles hit them. The ship is losing engine thrusters and will crash soon. Brigante ordered all personnel to extinguish the fire and get the engines back on. Explosions happened behind the battlecruiser, and the battlecruiser is on fire.

Derman and Naie sat against a wall of rock that gave them some protection from the wind as the night drew in around them but it was still frightenly cold. Derman had left his armour at the crash site as it was too damaged to be of any use and would only slow them down. All they had to keep them alive was a emergency pack from the fighter and a few blankets.
Derman looked over at Naie, who was shivering violently, despite her Jedi Cloak and some of the blankets. Although it was against protocal to touch and officer, espcially a Jedi officer, Derman knew that she could die if he did nothing, he moved over to her and put his arm around Naie, using his body heat to warm her, Naie looked up and him and smiled weakly.

“Atrox?”

Darth Atrox opened his eyes. He had been meditating when Shipmind had interrupted him. He knew Shipmind would not bother him unless it was important so he glanced at the readouts while speaking to it.

“What is the problem?”

“I have detected activity in a nearby system.”

“I guess it figures. I drop out of T-Space to have some quiet time and something happens. Uplift the ship and take us there. Do not revert back to Real Space.”

“By your command…”

Atrox sighed to himself and wished there was time for a nice cup of jasmine tea before he arrived. The personal shuttle faded from Real Space as it Uplifted to T-Space, or the 7th dimension. Great violet arcs of raw energy leapt from clouds of energy and other unknown structures in that dimensional space. Several struck the shields of the Ta’Nar shuttle and were deflected away. The small vessel moved toward where it detected strange activity.

Niae had stopped shaking as Derman held her close.
"Tell me Derman, how do you feel about of how the Star Republic Treats you" Niae asked.
"We're clones" Derman replied "We were bred to fight and to protect the Star Republic and it's people, at least we have the same rights as non-clone soldiers, other clone soldiers across the galaxy aren't as lucky"
"I guess" Niae said softly.

Checking his equipment one last time, he exited the ship and proceeded to the crash site. The wreckage showed that there at most three people operating the craft at any one time, and with the damaged armour he found nearby it was obvious that somebody else had survived, maybe even two people, although he couldn’t be sure.

Carefully, he began to search for any signs that would allow him to track them. During this it occurred to him that if he’d done a scan of the area he may have been able to locate the victims of his faulty cloaking field. After a seeming eternity of endless eternity of false alarms and very low temperatures, he found a definitive sign pointing him in the right direction. As quick as he could manage, he began to follow the tracks, hoping that when he found them they wouldn’t open fire without warning.

Atrox, we have arrived. It seems there are ships in orbit around the planet and activity in the northern continent centering on a crash site.

What is the terrain like?

Mountainous.

Move us in near the crash site and once we are there, Emerge into Real Space. Drop me off and Uplift right away. We don’t want them to know there is someone else here.

Why are you interested?

I am not sure why, I have that voice telling me I need to investigate.

We will be in position about thirty seconds.

Atrox stood and moved to the rear of the craft. He continued to speak to Shipmind while he walked. Atrox gathered supplies and weapons from their lockers as he passed.

Thanks, I will wait by the door. I want you in Real Space less than ten seconds total.

I understand. I will wait for word from you. T-minus ten seconds.

In position, open the door when we have arrived.

Seconds later the door slid open and Atrox leapt out engaging the gravimetric unit in his suit to propel himself away from the ship. He turned his head in time to see the ship fade away as the vessel made the transition into dimensional space to await his return request. The Ta’Nar accessed the sensor feed and used it to gain his location in relation to the ship crash. He then moved toward the wreckage.

A short time later he arrived. He scanned the debris from a distance to be sure nobody was around before approaching. After it was determined the area was clear, he cautiously approached the wreckage from under cover.

It was clear he was not the first to inspect the site, the footsteps approaching the wreck said volumes and their still faint thermal radiation told the Ta’Nar they were less than an hour ahead at most. He activated the environmental suit’s scanners and carefully but quickly scanned the wreckage from up close. He was able to get a trickle of power through the transponder but he did not recognize the ship’s designation. He then searched the area where the crew cabin was. The damage was horrific and it was clearly a miracle that there were not two more bodies accompanying the one left behind. Carefully searching the empty seats he found a small trace of blood from one of the passengers. He collected the sample and placed it within a section of his armor for safe keeping and analysis. After a few seconds he was able to determine the gender of the donor and detected a fair amount of active midichlorians. It was a strange reading because by the time Atrox found the sample, they should have been much less.

Unless she was a force user.

Going back into the wreckage he scanned for biological which matched the sample he already collected. Once he gathered all that could be detected, he concentrated upon the collection of biological sealed within his suit. He could feel their presence faintly but it was enough to tell the direction the host was.

Following the aura trace, Atrox headed for the fallen force user. He had to see if she was a Child of Bane before he decided what to do with the survivors. He knew there were one other with her and still one tracking them so he kept his senses, scanners, and eyes out for all three targets.

Slightly hovering over the ground so as not to leave a trace the Sith Lord slit silently into the forest. He was masking his presence to not alert his possible prey or his competition.

SMSS Huarta fire was extinguished. They managed to return the engines back. Admiral Brigante ordered to head back to the crash site and check for survivors. "Alright, we need to find our lost pilot by the mountains, we haven't found him yet. Another, get that crash site identified, it's dangerous here. Another, I want to reestablish communications to any ships within the area", Brigante ordered. "Why would we do that, then??", one of the operators asked. "Let's say, that this damn area is damn dangerous and we need to survive, and we need to tell them we're no enemies and no adversaries, we're here to protect the survivors", Brigante answered madly. The crew of the ship starts their work, they try to start communications to the ship that disappeared in the area.

Meanwhile the survivor of one of the Starfighter, saw some ships coming in. "Why is it there are other races here??", asked himself. "There must be something wrong in here". The pilot try to establish communications with the main ship, but his radio communications was damaged when he landed. He only have a Laser Gun as his weapon. He walks around the forest trying to find a shelter.

Niae had falled asleep of Dermans sholdor and was sleeping quite peacefully. Derman was still wide awake keeping a careful look out for anything that might be of theat, his DC-15 carbine in easy reach.

Creeping forward, he remained vigilant, keeping his surroundings in his mind the way he’d been trained. Around him the local fauna rustled, a cold wind picking up. Something was wrong, of course that was a given considering the fact that he’d been attacked earlier, but that wasn’t it, where was the enemy, that was what he wanted to know. Why hadn’t there been a dropship at least? Hell, from what he’d been observing this planet was proud of it drop troops, hell, ninety percent of all military advertising had been about that arm of the military. Why the hell hadn’t they responded yet? Or maybe there was too much going on at once for anyone in command of this world to actually do something.

Then he spotted something, a small glint in the night, was it a natural phenomenon or was it whom he was searching for. Cautiously he began to approach.

Niae's breathing became faster as she suddenly woke.
"Whats wrong?" Derman asked.
"Someones coming" Niae said getting her Lightsaber from her belt, but not eginiteing it, not yet. The two of them looked out into the darkness.

The crashed Starfighter pilot is walking for hours, he then suddenly saw something, and readies his gun. He walks closer to see what it is.

It was definitely them, no mistaking the look of two people struggling to stay warm by huddling together, oh how lovely it was that they were still alive. He decided to surprise them, immensely. With a huge grin on his face, he reached for the handle of his sword, and then...

“Lovely night don’t you agree?” He was standing in the opposite direction to the way they were looking. “Were you looking for me? Well that’s nice, I assume that you’re the survivors from that crashed fighter; well I’m here to give you a helping hand. Oh, you also look rather cold; I recommend that you take one of these apiece.” He held out his hand, in it he had a pair of small metal boxes. “They’re life support units I found cheap, just keep them on your persons and you should be fine, if they work.”

Although Naie had sensed something she was s till surprised when someone spoke, by instict she ignited her Lightsaber and the two of them jumped to their feet. As the person talked Naie tried to reach out with the force to see the mans intentions.

“No need to be jumpy, I’m simply here to help you out.” He thought for a second. “After all, it was my malfunctioning that caused you to be spotted by the locals, so I have an obligation to help you escape from this world. Oh, and I’m sorry about the loss of your comrade.”

Naie lowered her saber, but didn't deenergise her saber "Your Malufunction?"

OOC: What are your intentions, I need to know what Naie picks up

“To put it bluntly, my cloaking device which I bought not too long ago suddenly stopped working, your fighter just happened to be nearby during this incident. So when they saw me for that brief instant, they saw you at the same time and probably thought it was you that they’d just seen. AS to why I was above this planet, well, my FTL isn’t very good, so I pass the time waiting for it to recharge watching local entertainment.” He sighed. Unfortunately after that, I had some idiots from some solar union thing, who by the way are as subtle a brick to the head, make me show up on their sensors and force me to abort my first rescue attempts.” He sighed. “But at least I can try to make up for what happened.”

OOC: My character truly wants to help your characters, simple as that.

The Starfighter saw three persons. It was them, the survivors. Without hesitation he quickly shows himself and said "I hope I'm not interrupting in your conversation??", then the Starfighter pilot smiles. He have his gun holstered with the safety mechanism on.

Naie felt that the man was telling the truth and denergised her saber. She turned to look as another person arrived.
"So much interest for us two?" She asked as Derman put his Deecee away.

"No ma'am. I'm from the Space Union Socialist State of Martilia. We saw your ship crashed here so we decided to look for you. Well, I crashed also, near here, when an unknown starfighters attack us. I suppose you three are the survivors", he asked them politely.

"Just us two, this man was also looking for us" Naie said "Do you have a long range commlink, we do need to contact our ship before they come here themselves angry at the planets government"

"Well, ma'am, I do have a short range, but it was damaged when I ejected out of my ship, ma'am. I can't even contact our lead ship. Anyway ma'am and sir do you need any medical attention, I have little knowledge medicine, ma'am and sir".

He started walking towards the man, drawing a sword as he did so. “I would very much like to exact some form of repayment from you right here right now, but I’m assuming that you were not the one in charge so I shall hold my rather violent mindset in check for the moment.” Before he’d been much happier, now he was in a deadly mood; one that he could barely keep in check at this point. Looking over his shoulder at the survivors he smiled again. “Normally I’m really calm, so sorry if my outburst was rather shocking, I just happen to have a bone to pick with these people.”

The Starfighter pilot is confused. He didnt know what the guy was talking about, "Well, sir, with all due respect, what's with the drawing with the sword and somewhat like threatening me?? I didnt done anything wrong to you, I suppose", he looked back to the survivors, "Well, sir and ma'am, any of you needs medical attention??"

OOC: Double Post??

“Well of course you your self did nothing, but whomever your captain is, well, HE made my earlier attempts at coming down here and picking these two up stealthily impossible, so yes, I am angry, and yes, I do wish to slice you up, but out of common decency I won’t.” He calmed himself. “Sorry, normally I’m a really nice person; you just caught me on a bad day.” He sighed. “Oh yeah, my name is Yizzren, it’s not my real name but it’s as good an identification as any other.”

"Oh. Well, sir, sorry on behalf of my Admiral. We really suppose not here, but he's a very curious and adventurous man, so he decided to check it out. Sorry for what my Admiral have done. Anyway I'm Space Pilot Johnson Valerio. Do you know anything about the starfighters who attacked our ship??", asking the three of them.

Above the planet, space began to distort and twist in a light blue colour, a gateway opening into some sort of corridor deep in subspace. From this tunnel, a vessel emerged quickly and cleanly. It was a long, narrow, sleek vessel, brimming with turrets and a variety of other weapons. The hull was inscribed with the name APS Katie Mullen (AND-8515). The vessel was a heavy Cruiser, from the Alversian People's Republic. A Marshall-Class Heavy Cruiser to be specific, of the Alversian People's Deep Space Fleet, a fleet designed for deep space exploration, to seek out new life and new Civilisations, to paraphrase an ancient Terran television show. The vessel was the most modern of the Class launched only five years ago. At the moment it was above this strange planet.

"You're certain you've tracked the signature to this Planet?" The Captain asked, frowning from his Command Chair. He was an Alversian, a humanoid with tanned skin, with short, deep blond hair. He had a slim build and his tunic slipped easily over his figure. To his left, sitting in a similiar chair was his First Officer, another creature, a Kitsune, a humanoid but with large fox ears protruding from the top of her head and a tail poking from under her seat. Her thick purple hair was cut short and her deep yellow, vulpine eyes were downcast in concentration. She wore the same type of uniform, with just one difference. A katana by her side.

They sat on a brightly lit bridge, circular in shape and arranged into three connected tiers. The highest tier was behind them and held two consoles facing forwards and another two built into the wall on either side of the door. Two feet lower was the second tier, holding the two Commander chairs and two more consoles on the extremes of each side of the tier. The final tier was sunken into the ground, containing the final two consoles and the vast viewscreen that now showed the planet in question.

The question was directed behind to the Science Console, where another black-haired Alversian stood. He tapped a couple of buttons on his console and nodded,
"Yes Sir, tears in the fabric of Space and dark energy readings consistant with dimension jumps. The Sensors suggest that something dropped from Irregular space for 8.23 Seconds. What it was doing I can't tell but..." an alarm cut him off, frowning,
"Sir, I'm detecting residual weapons fire from the surface."

"What?" The Captain turned to face him, as did the First Officer, frowning, "Elaborate."

"Sir, I'm detecting a number of vessels, all unidentified. One is large, from it's dimensions and weapons systems, I would estimate a Cruiser or Battlecruiser of some kind. It has suffered from extensive fire and missile damage. The other two are on the surface. One has suffered minor damage, the other has crashed."

"Lifesigns?" The Commander asked in a soft voice.

Another few moments, then a shake of the head, "Unknown Ma'am, there is some form of particle on the surface that is stopping me from getting specific scans. I can give you the location of the Fighter but that's all. I can't identify it's type."

"I see. Can you beam a Rescue team down?" The Alversian Captain asked, now standing at the edge of the second tier, examining the surface of this planet intensely, formulating a plan in his mind.

Another couple of moments, then a nod, "Yes Sir, if I narrow the confinement beam and get a little creative with the pattern buffers, then I can get you within a hundred meters of the crash sight."

The Captain turned to the Commander, now also standing in anticipation of the orders that would come,
"Take a team down to the surface, scan the wreakage and look for survivors, keep in constant contact."

"Yes Sir," She saluted, turned and headed from the bridge, walking up the ramps along the side walls and heading past the two Marines at the door.

A couple of moments later, the relative quiet of the crash sight was disturbed of the humming of a transportation in progress. The half dozen team, including two Armoured Marines complete with rifles, the others were wearing armour as well, complete with pistols and hand held scanners. The Medic of the team instantly saw the dead Pilot and slipped under the wreakage, scanning him. It only took a couple of minutes for the diagnosis,
"He's dead," The Alversian reported, "Killed on impact."

"Great." A deep sigh from the Kitsune. She looked down to see footprints in the ground and frowned. The vessel was designed for two other people yet she could see three seperate footprints. She looked to the other Team.
"Wait here and set up a perimeter, I'll scout ahead."

"Commander!" The Chief Engineer, an Alversian called, "Need I remind you of Alversian Away Team protocol? No one crewman is to walk alone on an unknown planet."

"I am not a Crewman, I am a Senior Officer. I am also in command. If I tell you to wait here until I get back." She turned tail, her bushy, oversized tail swishing from side to side as she followed the footprints, her armour protecting her from the cold.

She was soon in the forest, scanner beeping like mad with all the various creatures in the mountains.
She supposed they were close, but that thought was from her own enhanced sense of smell. They were close indeed. How many she didn't know but she guessed that she was now out of communicator range, something to do with the damn atmosphere.
"Hello?" She called, hand drifting to the katana at her side.

"We were too busy crashing" Naie commented as they stood as the wind and snow in the montains began to die down abit.

OOC: Post deleted

OOC: Have I been ignored? :(

Atrox watched the group of individuals below. He was atop a slight rise and levitating in the trees. The wind would cover any noise he might make and his gravimetric unit was silent. He had sighted the target of his prey, the female with the ignited saber. He could sense the Force in her but because of either her injuries, the three other people standing in close proximity, and even the distance away from the group he was unable to tell if she was a Banite.

Atrox signed and used his suit to upload the data scans to his ship. When he contacted the vessel using the Kython Link, it informed him of the newest arrival.

That must be the source of the fourth individual. It appears to be female and humanoid but definitely not human. I detect a balance appendage on its posterior as well as inhuman features on its head.

I will keep the ship monitored and let you know when it does something.

Thank you Shipmind.

Atrox went back to observing the small group, trying to determine details about the possible Bane forceuser below. Atrox kinda hoped she was a Banite so he could eradicate another of the scourge from the universe.

Naie turned as someone called out, she angled her Saber towards the new potential threat

The Kitsune Commander turned a corner of rock, now sure that she knew where the group was, to run into them. She had known there was more than two, pleased with her own deduction and use of those skills that had so served her Ancestors during the exodus and during the early years on Xiscapia. She noted that one of them, a human female, seemed to have a lightsabre pointed directly at her. Though the Commander knew that her katana, made of solid cortosis, would be able to deflect a lightsabre attack, she decided that, for the moment, peace was the best way forward and put her hands up to denote this.
"Stop," She said, hands well away from either of her weapons as well as her communicator, though the only use it could offer at this point would be as a throwing weapon, if she were so desperate. She sighed mentally to herself. Typical rashness that had left her team and support behind. Well, she supposed that she deserved.
"My name is Commander Itana of the Alversian Starship Katie Mullen. We detected a crash on the surface of this planet and signs of an interdimensional jump. We are only here to help and to see if you came to this universe by accident." She spoke clearly and calmly, knowing that her Communicator would translate any other dialogue into one she could understand and vice versa.

"Niea Murkan, Star Republic Jedi Order" Naie said lowering her lightsaber "We're as much a part of this universe as you are"

"Jedi Order," thought Atrox to himself, "it could be a cover. It's not the first time a Banal lied."

Atrox remained motionless in his hiding spot observing the small group and their interaction.

As the new arrivial introuduced herself to the others, Naie went over to Derman
"We may have a problem" She said.
"How so?" Derman asked.
"I can sense another force user" Naie replied "Just barely"
"Another Jedi?" Derman asked.
"I can't tell, not at this range, but a Jedi would activly search me out, not try and hide" Naie commented.

"Then it seems that you are not the person I am looking for," Itana sighed and looked up at the clouds, wondering if, even now, her ship was looking for her. She knew that the Engineer would have reported her action to the Captain and that there would be hell to pay when she returned to her ship. If she returned to her ship. She had no idea who any of these people were, though the Jedi had identified herself as Niea Murkan so that was one shred of comfort,
"I suppose that you were the one who crashed your fighter?" She asked, noting the irregular clothing, "and we detected residual weapon trails consistant with short range missiles. Where you attacked?" She supposed that, to them it would be blindingly obvious but for her, the pieces were still very much out of place.

"Yes" Naie responded "Our Starfighter had been modified, but we lost most of our armour in the modifications, so one missile was all it took"

“I’m here to rescue these people, but apparently there are so many other parties involved that my involvement in this entire affair was totally unnecessary, still, an obligation is an obligation. I would like to suggest we move our discussions to a safer place, say the ship that is currently hidden on the surface of this planet that unlike the rest of your vessels still works and is rather capable of taking us out of enemy interception range in a decent period of time.” He was agitated now, things could only be getting worse the more time they spent talking.

Sheathing his sword, he slowly began to walk away from the group, keeping a watchful eye out for anything unusual. It was quiet, far too quiet for a planet that had already shot down two craft and had nearly downed a third, surely there must have been some sort of response by now, but where was it. In his head he figured out the vector that the missiles had come from, and decided to watch that direction closely. So he started up a slope, for the first time paying less attention to his local surroundings and more to the sky. He hoped the rest would be done soon, otherwise he would leave them behind, no doubt about it.

"I agree with Yizzren", Valerio replied. "We should get out of here, I feel that this is not a safe place". Suddenly, a starfighter ship passed by, Valerio rushed out of the cave and looks up into the sky, and then he saw another starfighter ship passed by, it was a Martilian starfighter. "They must be looking for us", said to himself. Meanwhile on the SMSS Huarta, the ship is on good condition but will not be able to fight well if another attack comes in. Admiral Brigante decided too use the ship's Shield Defense System, the Shield can last for 6-7 hours straight, giving them time for repair and finding Valerio and the survivors.

It looked like they were going to move and the flyby of some fighters seemed to spur them onward. If they left their encampment in the small cave he would not be able to track them further, especially if they reached the ship one of them was talking about. The woods were too thick for him to follow through the air and on the ground they would hear his metallic environmental suit. It was too cold for him to remove it for his insect body would quickly sink into hibernation.

There was only one answer.

Slowly lowering his frame to the forest floor near to the path they would take he waited until they were nearly upon him before he stepped out.

The form that seemed to materialize out of shadow was in simplest description a two meter black robotic looking insect standing upon its hind legs but using two sets of arms. One set, the upper, was massive and strong appearing while the thinner lower set possessed a grace in their movements that seemed to draw attention. All four hands were empty. Its triangular face was set with compound eyes which made his head appear to be heart shaped. Two thick black antennae swept back over its head. A black metallic cape hung from the shoulders of the monstrosity. There were several sabers hanging on the insect situated so they were easily within range of its three fingered hands. The most bizarre thing about it was its voice. It seemed to be completely human and easy to understand

“I cannot allow the Force User to leave if they prove to be a Rager.”

Valerio quickly rushed back to the cave, "It's my comrades, from the Space Union of Martilia, they must be looking for us, but the problem is, they can't see us from here, we need to use some kind of flare to direct their attention", said to them.

Itana looked up at the fighter and frowned. She hoped that her team had followed protocol and beamed back to the Heavy Cruiser as soon as the fighter had been spotted. She supposed that, in an enviroment such as this, that Fighters were the best way to cover a lot of search ground quickly. But if one vessel had already been shot down then why tempt fate again with more fighters? It did not make sense for her, but she supposed that she was not the Captain of wherever this people were from.
"I take it that you crashed as well Sir?" She said 'Sir' for she had no idea of his rank and it always sounded good to call someone sir, even if he was lower in rank than you, "Another missile attack?"

She was just wondering where these other people, one of whom had identified as Yizzren and was referring to a ship not in orbit but on the surface, one that had escaped their scanners. She was was comtemplating the possibility of another Capital ship in orbit that the Alversians were not aware of when this Alien seemed to materialise out of nowhere. Her hand instinctively dropped to her katana but she relaxed when she saw the figure, when she saw who it was,
"Balroggan," She said simply. Alversia had had contact with the Balroggan people close to twelve years ago, a brief contact admittedly but enough to have them catalogued in the Alversian database and their appearance had been one of the mysteries that had fascinated a younger Itana when at the Academy
"You are the source of the Interdimensional Jump?" She asked, putting two and two together, realising that none of the other species present were capable of such an advanced manouever.

"Eh??" Valerio asked regarding the Interdimensional Jump. "Never heard of that ma'am, and don't call me, sir, I'm just a normal pilot equivalent to the rank of Private or whatsoever. Anyway, we should get out of here, ma'am. I don't think this is the safe place. Or we could call for my comrades in those starfighters, but any of you has flares or anything, ma'am??", asking them.

*BumP*

"A Rager?" Naie asked the strage arrival

"Yes, a Rager. A Child of Bane. One that lets their emotions rule them. A Rager."

Atrox took a step toward the possible Rager.

"The NSO hunts Ragers and if you prove to be one you will never leave this world. I will personally see to it myself."

Darth Atrox still kept his Force abilities hidden. For all these people knew he was just a robot or some sourt of bounty hunter and not a Dark Lord.

"I am a Jedi" Naie said "Control of our emotions in one of our tennents, I am no Rager"

"I have had many Banites attempt to hide as a Jedi in the past and most times they will eventually make a mistake and give themselves away."

Atrox paused as he looked around at the others.

"The only way to test it is if you open yourself to me and allow me to search your inner thoughts and desires to see the truth of your words."

"Very well" Naie said

Itana raised an eyebrow at the Balroggan's refusal to answer and instead stood to the side to watch this 'interview' she supposed it could be called, unfold. She didn't know what the story was, nor what a Banite was. The Balroggans had been marked as an usual people and she supposed that, right now, she was seeing it first hand. She also knew when not to interfere and so, tail flicking from side to side and ears perked forward in interest, she took a step back to watch what was unfolding before her. Her hand, as always, was a mere inch from her sword, but she supposed that it would not be needed here. She turned to face the guy asking for a flare, wondering why he wanted to attract the attention of the Aggressors, who may still be looking for them,
"My pistol can be modified to fire an illuminous, electromagnetic pulse that could double as a flare if need be." She reported idly, "I would need ten minutes to make the modifications."

"Alright ma'am. I need it because those starfighters are from Space Union of Martilia, they could offer us help and get us out of here", Valerio smiles. "By the way ma'am, is being a Jedi hard??", Valerio asks Itana.

“Please hold still, they may or may not be pleasant, depending upon your resistance.”

Atrox extended one hand toward the Jedi, a gesture not needed but done so they others knew he was doing something. Extending his mind toward the female, he gently probed her conscious level, checking for signs of her being a Rager. He was careful not to open any “closets”, just there to look for proof. Once the conscious level was completed, he used his Psionics to delve deeper into her sub consciousness. He expected her surface mind to be clear of any damming evidence but her deep thoughts was where the evidence would be. Again, careful to not actually intrude in truly private affairs be slowly searched for tell-tale signs. Upon finding none, he gently retreated from her mind and lowered his hand. In all it took less than five seconds.

“You are truthful. I owe you an apology for not believing you. I made sure not to disturb any private issues and only searched for thought patterns of which you have none.”

Turning to the others he began to answer their questions.

“Yes, most likely you detected the dimensional breech from my ship arriving. It is patiently waiting for me to rendezvous with it.”

“Pardon me for my approach, I am hunting down all known and some unknown members of the Order of Bane, the same Order that produced Darth Sideous and Darth Vader. The NSO has eliminated those two and several others but we are ever watchful for more of the Ragers to emerge. When I detected a high midiclorian count in blood samples found at the wreckage, it meant business was to be placed first.”

“I just have one question, who shot you down?”

"Alright," The Kitsune frowned, pressing the buttons on her pistol to recalibrate it for his specifications. She knew it was a relatively simple task and she could do it in her sleep. All it needed was a quick wirejump to bypass one layer of crystals that gave the blast it's power and hence, it's killing power. If she bypassed it, then the bolt would still be as vivid, if not more so with a few more tweaks to the second crystal, but having none of the mass and thus none of the killing power. By the time she was finished and the Balroggan had completed his 'test' of the Jedi. She frowned again at the sight, then at the question from the curious pilot. She shrugged, not really being a Jedi herself, it was hard to describe.
'A curious question' she thought to herself as she racked her brains for an answer.

"Well," She paused, thinking of how to phrase her answer. She had the knowledge in her head but she struggled to think of how to explain, "it's a case of having it or you don't, depending on the number of small organisms are living in your cells, namely these Midiclorians. Once it's been confirmed then it's just a case of training and experience. I'll not pretend that I am an expert on the subject but that is as rough an outline you'll get." She nodded to the Balroggan then,

"Then I suppose that that solves that mystery. As to these people that you mention, I am afraid that the People's Republic has not encountered them or any race that has interacted with them. However, if you feel the threat is serious, then I suppose that it is." She sighed and, upon a beep from her pistol, she turned to the Pilot,

"The Modification is complete." She reported simply, "I assume you want me to fire it? I am also curious as to the Aggressors in this conflict." She looked to the Jedi, tail flicking from side to side and ears pointed forward in anticipation of an answer.

"Yes, but not now, we need one of our Starfighters to stand by so they could send the coordinates to our main ship so they could send help, but we need to take the risk of giving away our position against from enemies, I just hope our admiral will make a fast move, ma'am", then Valerio looked up in the sky waiting for a starfighter to pass.

"I can use my ship if we can get to a clearing. It will only take 3-4 people so someone will have to stay behind while the ship ferries the rest to safety."

"we think the natives shot us down, we were doing an ivestiagtion when our anti-sensor device failed" Naie said as she sat on the ground, taken aback slghtly by the 'Test'

"I think leaving one person behind on the surface of this planet with an unknown threat would be exceedinly dangerous and a great risk to that Individual. Perhaps a manner in which all parties can be removed at once?" She stopped speaking as a fighter flew overhead,
"Shall I fire now?" She asked, raising the weapon and flicking it off the safety setting in preparation to fire,
"Unfortunately, I would guess that my own team has returned to my ship in orbit so they cannot be of assistance. Just give the word." She asked the Fighter Pilot, raising her weapon two-handed in anticipation of the order.

"We also need to ask the question, where are the Natives?"

"No...not yet. Maybe we need to wait for a starfighter passes by. It may took long time, or shorter, or I dont know ma'am. By the way ma'am if you want, I can leave myself behind and go with the ship. It's better if all of you catch for safety. I'll just wait for my comrades here", then Valerio smiles, "Anyway ma'am what's the Natives??"

He was getting tired of everybody ignoring him, so he had quietly sat down somewhere out of the way, not really caring now if anyone was pay attention to him or not. He’d already stated repeatedly that he had a ship on the surface of this world, and that he could get them off world quickly, so why was no one caring?

Sighing, he got to his feet, making his own way off world would be so much simpler, and at least then he wouldn’t have to deal with them union people. He stopped; at least he should inform them he was leaving, so he headed back towards the main group. “Excuse me, but seeing as nobody here is willing to listen to the only person here that has a ship big enough for all of us to safely evacuate this planet, nor are they willing to get a move on and decide a course of action, I think I shall just leave this here world and continue on my way.” He was getting progressively more agitated the more he spoke. “I mean, after all, I come down here trying to right a wrong, only for some random crazies to appear above this world and make me stand out like a miniature supernova, then I get missiles launched at me, spend however long tracking you down, and then get stuck here listening to all of you chatter on as if we were on some relaxed picnic. I mean, seriously, are any of you from a trained military? Or are you all conscripts chucked into the field of battle without so much as a single modicum of knowledge on how to survive out here?” He stopped talking abruptly, apparently realising that he’d just unleashed a barrage of complaints against every single sentient standing in the vicinity.

Turning, he began to walk away, following the path that he’d used to find this location. As if he’d only just remembered, he turned. “Farewell everyone, I’ll see you in space after you get off this rock. Oh, and if the enemy captures you all, I may just find the time to spare to rescue you, it’s your call really though.” Giving them one last look, he disappeared from their sight.

"Charming," Itana's eyebrows rose in surprise. She had not been here when he had referred to his ship, on the other hand, it would be more than useful to have such a vessel on hand and so, she shrugged at the second question, threw her pistol to the Pilot and ducked into the wilds after the wandering Stattiffan,
"Hey" She hissed, not trusting there to be other people wandering out, Native troops for instance, "you said you have a ship?" She asked, tail flicking again to betray her agitation at being called a Conscript by a man who was not even military by the looks of it.
"Where is it?" She asked.

OOC: I am talking to Statiff's char, Martilia ^^

OOC:

I was also out of earshot when you mentioned your ship so I did not know of it ICly.

“Sorry about earlier, I’m rather more, agitated than I should be.” Shaking his head, he started laughing. “One of them many reasons I was exiled I guess, and if I insulted you, I’m sorry, it’s just that I’ve been having a very bad time of late.” He turned to face her. “I see that you also proficient in the use of a sword, it is an honour.” He smiled once more, but it wasn’t a pleasant one, no, it was more of a vicious one, filled with malice. “Once more I’m terribly sorry for my behaviour, it’s just that I have some problems of my own to deal with, and these problems generally make me emotionally unstable.” He stopped, as if listening to something. “Say, how good are you at predicting what the enemy might do? Because since we’ve landed here, the native communications have decreased instead of increasing like expected, also, not once have they scouted this region or even committed ground forces to securing the wreckage of at least two unknown fighters.” He turned and began to walk away once more. “I’m thinking something bad is going to happen, so hurry up and I’ll get you, and those people back there if they need it off world, and perhaps, maybe I’ll be able to do my own thing once all of you are gone.” He said over his shoulder with a casual tone.


OOC: When I wrote that last post I was half asleep so I couldn’t put two and two together, so yeah, sorry.

Atrox thought for a moment before speaking.

“Perhaps the appearance of so many large ships has scared them away. So far they have only attacked two fighter craft. They probably soiled themselves when the larger ships showed up and are trying to keep as far away from the location so as not to draw further attention or retribution against themselves.”

The Sith Lord paused a moment before continuing.

“It might be a good idea to follow his advice in case they cleared the area for a nuke or something to clean up the evidence of the attack. I will follow what the rest of the group decides.”

Atrox extended his senses out as far as he could hoping to detect the “enemy” or any sign of them.

"It does seem curious that they have been so slow to follow up on their victories," the Kitsune thought about it, "and it's quite alright. The sooner we can get away from the crash sites, the better it would be. I think that they might have been scared off by the bigger Cruisers and warships. The multiple fighters zipping about may have stayed their trigger fingers. I think that using a nuke to destroy two fighters is a tad excessive." She turned to the others,
"Do you have the co-ordinates for your shuttle? Perhaps I can do a little scouting before leaving. Our scanners have been scattered by the atmosphere so we can't really see anything." She swished her oversized tail again.

“If you wish to follow you may, I don’t care, and on the subject of coordinates, I have none that I can give you, the concepts behind my methodology are near impossible to describe.” He continued on, not waiting for anyone.