The Instigator - Bridge
“Tavisaen, we’ll leave the evac to you and your team. Opress will do what we do best,” Aleister said to the hologram of the Dread Lord.
A simple nod from his mentor was all he needed. Opening a shipwide channel, he spoke loudly.
“Savages! The stage has been set! It’s time for us to make our galactic debut! So let’s give ‘em a show, eh?”
The crew of the Instigator responded with a raucous cheer and much whooping and hollering. With a confident smirk upon his face, he turned to leave the bridge, speaking over his shoulder as he left.
“Take us in close. Light ‘em up on the way. Then, Whuloc, join us on the platform.”
The human First Helmsman responded with a wave of his hand. In the next moment, the black and yellow ship rocketed forward from its position at the head of the Ascendant Fleet and descended towards the Nesolat in a hail of laser fire and explosions.
The Nesolat - Dormitory Wing
The four Collective soldiers stood in front of the emergency docking port. They’d been tasked with guarding the port against any of the Brotherhood scum attempting to flee the platform. Suffice it to say, they were confused when the port registered a ship docking outside. Especially with the entire wing quiet.
They were turning around to face the airlock when the lights cut out and the entire wing was plunged into darkness. Moments later, a female’s cackling laughter filled the blackened airlock as it was illuminated by many bars of colored plasma.
The soldiers grabbed for their weapons but were no match for the speed and reaction time of a team of Force users. Two of them were lifted from the ground by unseen hands around their throats. The other two were flung back by blasts of power and slammed into the nearest wall. They were climbing back to their feet when a half dozen lightsabers made short work of the door. Two swirling blades of red plasma were the first things to fly through the hole, easily cutting down the two soldiers as they tried to regain their footing. The two levitating soldiers died when their throats were remarkably crushed, their bodies crumpling to the floor.
The saberstaff was recovered by its owner: a woman with fiery copper hair and a bemused smile.
“Rhode! One of those was mine!” an Epicanthix in blue armor snarled. He stooped through the hole in the door and came to stand in front of the woman.
“Hehe, you snooze, you lose, Furios,” She responded with a little giggle.
The pair began to argue as the rest of the team stepped into the corridor. Furios glowered at the redhead. “Look here, Rhode. I outrank you, both in the Brotherhood and the Squadron. So if I call dibs on a kill, you better damn well respect my wishes.”
The girl smiled and playfully poked him in the chest. “You remember what Wrathus told us when we joined up, don’t you? Nothing is given. Everything must be earned through combat. If you can’t keep up, that’s not my problem.”
As she turned away, the Warlord stared daggers into the back of her head.
“Oh, really? Nothing is given?” he growled. “Then I assume that you earned all the attention and affection that Mavros always gives you, hmm? I’m sure it has nothing to do with you being the only female member of the squadron, or all those private meetings the two of you have when we’re planetside.”
Taranae rounded on her heels and began approaching the man, twirling the hilt of her saberstaff.
“Listen here, you overrated, half assed di Plagia!” she hissed, the malice behind her words palpable. “Yes, I am the only female here, because I’m the only woman with the stones to keep up with this lot. Yes, the Dreadbringer treats me specially because I am special. And for you to suggest that I got here by anything other than my merit and skills is enough to make one think that you don’t have a genuine interest in living.”
As she spun her saber’s hilt around and was about to activate the blades, hoping to cut the Epicanthix in half, a stern voice split through the air.
“Enough, you two!” Aleister ordered as he stepped into the hallway. "Tara, go check -”
He was unable to finish speaking when the red-headed Nabooite practically skipped up to him, alluringly placed her hand on his semi-exposed chest, and leaned forward, accentuating her backside.
“Aleister! You value me as a member of the team, and not just because I’m a woman, right?” Her entire tone and demeanor had changed.
The leader of Opress Squadron placed a hand on her shoulder. “Of course I do, Taranae,” he cooed. “The Savages are of equal worth to me.” A sly smile broke his normally stoic expression as his hand moved to cup her chin. “I have a plan for each and every one of you.”
Despite what was being said, his tone and actions hinted that there might have been some truth to Furios’s statement. But none of that even occurred to the woman. Something about the way he looked at her…the way he spoke to her…it made her feel like she was in control again. Not since Kelly Mendes had taken off into space with no indication of when she was going to return, had she felt like this. When he released his hold on her chin, she wistfully rubbed the place where their skin touched.
“Now, Tara, go check out the corridor ahead for - "
“Good, I’d hate to have to kill you otherwise,” Taranae giggled, interrupting him again as she started to skip away.
Aleister let out a long sigh. “Furios, check those bodies. See what we can learn.”
He was turning to the rest of the team when they all sensed the presence of something in the ceiling. Five pairs of eyes swiveled up to the air vent and weapons trained in the spot. At the last moment, the Dreadbringer motioned for everyone to stand down as a little Ewok and their droid dropped down into the corridor.
“So nice of you to join us, Teebu.”