Outpost Bravo, outside of Myrmidon, 22:15 local time
“They are getting more bold,” Rosie looked out beyond the city, her eyes catching movement in the trees. Her eyes glowed slightly in the moonlight as she watched. If she stopped to focus, she could feel them out there, but she couldn’t pin down their exact location. While they may have been moving fast, their anger made them luminous in the Force, akin to fireflies in the night.
“This is Lookout.” The Cathar spoke clearly but gently into her commlink. “Nothing major has changed. They are still maneuvering around the city, but there are no signs of immediate attack.”
“Understood,” the commlink crackled, “we will continue to prepare the welcoming party.”
Rosie glanced out at the woods once more before she spoke again, her words nearly a whisper. “I just hope you make it quick. I have a bad feeling about this.”
Back at Myrmidon city, 22:45 local time
Scarlet had received an urgent message from her old friend Bentre. For him to call her to Myrmidon, she had to wonder if everything was alright. She remembered his encounter with the Shard, her decision to allow him to have it, and how she had turned her back on Locke. That night was stuck in her head, seeming to replay on repeat every time that she had a quiet moment.
As the shuttle craft finally came to a halt, the Zeltron felt the shuttle settle below her. The doors opened, and she was greeted by the sight of a decidedly motley crew. Standing in the front was not Bentre, as she had expected. Instead, a Quarren was walking toward her, his hand extended in greetings.
“Welcome to Aeotheran, Scarlet.” An out-of-place metal was mounted in her greeter’s right eye. It was glowing green akin to a droid eye. It was a tad unsettling, not improved on by the oddly jagged little tendrils of scar tissue around it.
“What is going on here?” The lady Shadow tilted her head toward the odd sentient as she disembarked the shuttle, her Battleteam comrades in tow shortly behind her. “Bentre sent me a message to meet him here. It sounded very urgent. So where is he?”
“He has been very reclusive since Dentavii. I think he is still recovering from his injuries. He has been commanding the Battleteam through commlinks, communiques, and with myself standing in his stead.” The words were spoken with more than a bit of pride. It made the Gray Jedi BTL more than a little uneasy for some reason.
“So why,” Scarlet’s words came out slowly, “did Bentre want call us here?”
The intercom mounted over the door crackled for a moment, causing the Shadow jump a little. She turned back to nod at her Battleteam with a smile before darting her eyes to regard the device. “I think that this is a good time for me to speak for myself.” The voice of Bentre was more gravely and strained than Scarlet remembered. “At this moment, there are elements of the local populace who seem to have decided they do not like us being here anymore.” There was a muffled sound that the Zelosian could only imagine was a huff of amusement. “As you can imagine, this idea doesn’t particularly please me. My reason for calling you here is simple. I want to drive these upstarts back into their homes. By giving a show of strength I want to put them in their place. The hard part is I want to try this with as little bloodshed as possible. I can’t have any martyrs arising out of this.”
“We have had Rosie and others watching the woods for several days now.” Lexiconus spoke, with slight irritation in his voice. “So far we have not managed to locate the insurgents. They are purportedly led by a woman calling herself Chelidon. She had issued a brief vendetta: she wants the Battleteam to abandon the city. She claims this is their land, and we have no right to squat here.”
“This seems a little odd.” Scarlet muttered to herself.
“Yes, but that is why Maru, Vicious, and the rest of us,” Lexiconus motioned to each of the members in turn, “have been preparing to try and end this as quickly as possible. Simple and brutal victory will be the be-”
Suddenly, the Quarren’s commlink began to buzz. Without losing a beat, Qor thumbed the side of the device. The voice of the Cathar lookout came over with an electronic whine.
“Battleteam, this is Rosie. We have hostiles on the march! They are moving for the city!”
“Alright, folks! You heard the lady! Let’s drive these worms all the way back to the hole they came from.” The Quarren gave the most sinister approximation to a grin that Scarlet had ever seen. It chilled her slightly, she had to admit.
“To arms, Sapphire!” Scarlet motioned to her team. “Let’s defend the city!”
Welcome to Incursion brothers and sisters in arms! Your objectives in this RO are quite simple on their face.
1) Repel the first waves of attacks by the Forces of the mysterious “Chelidon” and her little rebellion. Try to hold yourselves back from wanton slaughter a bit, because Bentre would like to try and trace the rats back to their nest.
2) Once Chelidon and her forces are discovered, report back to city what you have found.
3) Retrieve one individual for “questioning.” More information is needed before the Battleteams can land the killing blow. The BTLs would like for us to put a healthy fear in their hearts, not make the roads run with their blood.
There will be one objective update on the 23rd, but otherwise Scarlet and I hope you will enjoy the Incursion event!