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Chuka Struk​

Chuka shook his head as the ship finished it's power up, as more sensor data scrolled across the screen. "I don't like this." Muttering his thoughts about the situation on planet, with the Jedi and how the First Order had been involved with it all and dealt with it. "We're going to get to a better vantage point and you're going to recheck all the information we have and I'll scan the ships in orbit and those fleeing the system."

The Mandalorian pushed the throttles and pulled back on the yoke, maneuvering first out of the hanger then into the busy sky lanes and finally into low orbit, skirting the edge of the now one sided space battle.

"Might not have to worry about the Republic, they're retreating..." Pointing first at the sensors then looking out the view port, just in time to see the Venator explode into two fire balls. "We do not have to worry about the Republic now."

[Location: Akalenedat: Nar Shadda orbit / Interacting: Janah Jorvedd ( Skyrte Skyrte )]

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Razor 9 & 2
Ravish flew in frustrated silence as her Squadron flew into the middle of the fire fight. As much as she would cause problems in the mud, to mean flying in the atmosphere of a planet, on the fight deck and in the ready room, she had never wanted to disobey an order now then right now. "We could be making a bigger dent in those eye balls..." Her ears still laid flat along her head as her claws dug into the throttle control.

"Whether you see it or not we're doing more here, escorting the senator, then splashing a few TIE's." Sers Za calmly said as they held escort positions behind the yacht.

That was not what she wanted to hear, no matter how right he might have been. The Cathar was about to reply when alarm lights and buzzers went crazy on her panels. "Are you seeing this?" She asked as she tried to turn far enough backwards to confirm what her instruments were screaming at her.

"I... I am... But.. I don't believe it." His normally reserved voice wavered as he double checked his readings.

Ravish pushed a small amount of extra thrust before her cut her main engines so she would keep moving with her wingman and did a quick flip to look back. Just in time to see in the distance the Venator listing off to one side as explosions began to engulf its entire hull. Finally, one last explosion tore the ship in half, the force of which sending both halves floating off into different directions.

Shock, horror, anger, and grief all rushed over her. Her eyes going wide then narrowing, her pupils dilated. Her shoulders tensed as her hackles rose as her fangs were bared and let out roaring howl of pain and anger. Her home, get family, get friends were all gone in that one instant.

"Razor Squadron, we're inputting a course to Hosnian Prime. Your ship is destroyed so you may as well come with us and regroup with the main battle fleet." The senator called over the radio just before she jumped to hyperspace, but Ravish did not hear her.

"Jorezra! Are you there?!" Ravish keyed in the Squadron channel.

"Razor Nine!" His strong voice came in clear. "What are you still doing here? You should have jumped out of here with the Senator!"

"They're all gone!" The pain and anger not hidden in her voice.

"We're fine! Razors will stay sharp and regroup!" There was a brief burst of static. "I'm ordering the withdraw, the remaining flights are already falling back! We'll cover you and the VIP. Now go get to the rally point!"

"Aye aye Razor One." She said with as more convection then she felt. Pulling on the yoke and flipping her fighter back around, pushing her throttles hard. Hey astromech, R3-S3, chirped in with a series of beeps and high pitched squeaks and whistles, letting her know he had the jump to Hosnian Prime ready. "Yeah, fine, make the jump Reese. Get us there." With a low whistle the droid engaged the hyperdrive and the ship entered the swirling blue tunnel, not far time wise behind her wingman and the senator.

[Location: enroute to Hosnian Prime]
 
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Janah Jorvedd - Location: Nar Shadda Orbit
Janah gripped the seat as Chuka took off with a bit of a hurry in mind, and he didn't blame the guy. The Lancer-Class patrol craft was a sturdy and powerful vessel, but not one versus a whole star destroyer sturdy and powerful. Chuka pointed at the sensor array, grabbing Janah's attention.
"Might not have to worry about the Republic, they're retreating..." Chuka looked out his viewport and a moment later, commented, "We do not have to worry about the Republic now."

Janah, curious, got up from the copilot seat and leaned over, looking out the same port. He saw the New Republic Venator rippling with internal explosions. He winced, and got back into his seat.
"What were they thinking trying to go up against a ship like that, in that old surplus Venator? Poor bastards had no chance." Janah said, "Let's just get out of here, we don't need any TIEs coming over here to investigate." The Mandalorian commented, although neither of them had any legal issues with the Imperial Remnant faction, getting pulled over and questioned would take hours or even days, depending on how many ships the Imperials caught and how many investigators they had. Time that Janah would rather spend doing something else. He looked over to the hyperlane screen and glanced over the variety of paths and locations until his gaze fell on Hosnian Prime. The capital world of the New Republic certainly wouldn't have any Imperials, at least, no Imperial starships, and he knew of a few people who would appreciate the data gathered by the Akalenedat. They didn't have any hard scanner data, but they did have visual data and sensor data, and when it came to new, never before seen ships, every little bit helped. Then he came to the realization, the Republic and Jedi Order were friendly before, and again, there wouldn't be any Imperials there, he had a feeling. Some tugging that this was a good idea.
"Hey Chuka let's actually head over to Hosnian Prime." He said, glancing at the sensors again, seeing dozens of smaller signatures. He glanced out the viewport, seeing the drive signatures of an invasion force. "Where there won't be an active Imperial invasion going on. We can get our bearings and make our plans there. Maybe go to a grocer so I can make us some lunch. I'll also contact the First Order, see if they have any leads."
 
Riar Duinn
The Raven



Location: The Star Cluster Casino, Nar Shadaa

The bartender blinked. The fact that he had just been staring down the barrel of a blaster made him think that the Mandalorian hadn't appreciated the counteroffer. That reaction was perfectly understandable as it was clear that Ordorg the Hutt was yet again attempting to weasel his way out of paying full price for a job. Thus, when the Mandalorian in front of him returned his blaster to the holster, it was quite a surprise. The Raven had found a suitable compromise that would likely make both parties happy. The bartender relaxed and smiled before stating, "So it's true what they say. The Raven will most certainly get the job done, but killing is not his trade."

The Raven nodded absently, "Just get me my information and you can keep telling people that." The Bartender nodded and scurried off one last time before returning with the requested information.

"Ordorg appreciates your ingenuity in finding an agreeable trade. He does not have the exact location of Fanty, but he is able to provide you with the location of his base of operations, and he was reported to be there recently. This should set you on your way," the bartender commented.

The Mandalorian rose from his barstool and grabbed the locator beacon. Then, without another word, he headed for the door. Taking a step outside, he eerily seemed to vanish into the dark streets.

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Location: Fanty's Lair, Nar Shadaa

A dark shadow soared through the atmosphere of Nar Shadaa, contrasting against the lights of the buildings it passed. Coming from the city center into a more industrial area, the warbird descended on a compound that was beginning to swarm with First Order soldiers. Despite the violent siege taking place, the ship took light in the vicinity of the First Order troops. The wings rotated up as the vessel landed. The ship itself was a highly modified version of an old Mandalorian Extended Kom'rk Fighter Transport. With the hiss of hydraulics, the front ramp of the ship opened and The Raven casually walked out of the fighter as if the current siege wasn't at all a concern to him. The primarily black armor matched the ship, the only contrast being a reflective golden visor and a golden diamond piece on the chest plate. Approaching the stormtrooper sergeant, the Mandalorian said, "You're being much too loud, sergeant. Anyone worth their weight in beskar would be long gone by now. Let's hope you didn't ruin the only lead."
 
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Nar Shaddaa, Fanty’s Lair

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“Oh look, another civilian helper we got.” The stormtrooper sergeant said in a bit of a sarcastic manner, he then gestures towards a small crowd of mercenaries who are likewise attracted by the large amount of rewards “You guys should stay clear of the compound for now, we’re clearing out the booby traps left behind by the criminal scum. We’ll let you know when it’s safe for civilians to poke around.”

The EOD (explosive ordnance disposal) specialist stormtroopers are heading into the compound with some Anoobas, those canines are trained to handle explosive detection. There are more K9 that are sniffing around, they had picked up the scent of Elena Connor in the compound, that leads the troopers to the room Elena had stayed in, before the strong aroma of coffee beans leave the Anoobas confused.

After the scene had been secured, the stormtroopers then began taking photographs and searching for physical evidence left behind. Fingerprints samples were collected, footprints, even hairs that fell off on the ground are also carefully picked up and turn to the ship for analysis. They found some expensive clothing that are Hosnian Prime’s latest fashion, and a good chunk of replaced parts of the courier class yacht in the compound, and the explosion marks on the parts matched with damage recorded of that Jedi’s ship.

After matching with the database, some of those biological evidence collected from Fanty’s lair revealed to match a certain Senator. And they’re recent enough to indicate that the Senator is present in the timeframe when the Jedi was here and left around the same time.

The report from ground team reached the captain around the same time the questioning of captured survivors from escape pods had concluded. Evidently, multiple communication personnel had confessed the republic fleet did exchanged message with the courier yacht, the confessions and the decrypted intercepted message turns out to be none other than the Senator that the ground team had found evidence of her recent presence in Fanty’s lair.

“The New Republic might have got involved deeper than we originally thought.” The captain said to his XO. “Seems they’ve just sacrificed a fleet and send a Senator here to extract our fugitive herself. However improbable it sounds to be.”

“As the old saying goes. When you have eliminated the impossible, what remains, however improbable, must be the truth.” The executive officer said.

“That perhaps so, number one, that perhaps so.” Captain Matthias scratches his chin, trying to think of a different approach on the matter.
 
Hecate
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Coruscant System
Corusca Sector
Core World


“All hands, secure from general quarters, set condition 3 throughout the ship. Lay before the mast all eight o’clock report, eight o’clock report will be taken by the XO in the executive officer stateroom.” The PA system announced across all decks as Hecate drops out of hyperspace, and the floating marble in space adorned by clearly visible city lights all over the globe appeared in front of the bridge.

To Captain Matthias, or anyone who had seem the age of the Empire, Coruscantis now but the shadow of it’s former self.

The prosperous planet since fallen under the control of crime syndicates. A symbol of the disturbing realities of the galaxy's current era, various gangs fighting bloody war for control over the planet. Underneath the skylines of skyscrapers, instability in this ecumenopolis brew a contemptuous sentiment for the bureaucratic incompetence of the New Republic, as the general public longed for the “law and order” once graced the planet by the Empire.

In this circumstances, the “Centralist” rose to prominence in this planet, a faction in the New Republic Galactic Senate that advocated for greater executive control and an overhaul of the armed forces. Some other known Centrist worlds included Arkanis, Riosa, Hevurion, Kuat, and Orinda.

“Bridge, Radar. We have a zeta class shuttle approaching fast. They requested landing permission.”

“Zeta-class, you say?” It took a moment before he realised what a Zeta class was. They don’t appear often these days.

“Do they have code clearance?”

“It’s an older code sir. Their IFF identified as Inquisitorius, but this couldn't be? they've been defunct for almost three decades.”

“Then don’t let them land.”

“Aye aye, sir.”

However, just as the air officer about to deny the landing request, he felt a strange sensation come over him.

"You will clear me to land." A female voice from the comm said.

The air officer felt disconnected from the situation, vulnerable and uncomfortable, and for one moment his mouth moved faster than his brain.

"...Zeta shuttle turn left heading 140, cleared ILS approach, report established localiser main hangar bay..."

"I gave no such permission." The captain said.

"Don't blame him, Matthias. I'm responsible." the female voice from the Zeta shuttle said.

"Lieutenant, put the air boss on report, pending next captain's mast." the Captain ignored the voice that sounds to know him.

"Permission to sound security alert, sir?"

"That...won't be necessary." The captain seems mildly annoyed by the uninvited guest, before he notice the bridge crews are looking at his direction now that a weird incident had happened.

"Back to your stations." he said to the bridge crew before he once again turns to the OOD "I'll...go meet our uninvited guest, have the lads get a quarter prepared."
 

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