Renegade (DLA Members)

[Dutch]

{OoC: Alright folks, wanted to wait originally, but I just can't anymore >.<. So here we go, the DLA is officially active. See {HERE} before posting.}

The buzzing of insects was loud and encompassing, drowning out the sounds of idle c hatter in a large courtyard. Mulling about in the center of the Sith Military base known as Centavis was the majority of the base’s occupants, soldiers, officers, even simple workers sat and stood around, waiting for the show to start. The hot sun beat down on all those that were in its path, sweat stains visible even on the pristine uniforms of the officers. A few soldiers even had their black-faced helms off, fanning themselves, desperate to stay cool. It was a victorious day for the Sith indeed, and it was one to be kicked off soon then celebrated. It had been months since the occupation of Dantooine, a successful campaign that quashed any Republic opposition. But what they didn’t count on was the people. Small is the population of Dantooine compared to most civilized planets, but what they like in amount, they make up for in spirit, something the Sith didn’t see coming. Months had passed, and hundreds have been rounded up for labor or outright killed for rebelling.

Rumors of a particular faction was often whispered among the Sith, this nameless group of Dantooine natives that had been wreaking havoc for months now, almost ever since the Sith touched down onto the planet. But, they were in luck- two members had been captured recently, an older man, stubborn as a ronto and what was determined to be his son, a loud mouthed younger fellow. The older man died after a “session” with the interrogator, to the dismay of Sith Brass, they had more they could have gotten from him. But between the pair, nothing more than a name was taken from them- The Dantooine Liberation Army. These were the men and women who continuously harassed the Sith with home made bombs and traps of all sorts. But from the looks and stubbornness of the two males, it was assumed they were in a leading role, and were destined to be “silenced”.

And so today was that day. Dragged by two Sith troopers clad in shiny armor with a burlap bag over his face, a young man clad in a leather jacket was held under his arms with his knees dragging across the concrete floor of the courtyard, the troopers moving towards a stage that had been set up for this event. Heavy boots thudded as the man was dragged up the steps to the stage, the troopers tossing him front first onto it, the man landing face first with a loud thud and a groan.

”Why the face… why is it always the face…”

Growled the man, his voice muffled from the burlap hood. This man, was Dutch Sampson- Dantooine native, and one of the founders of the DLA. He felt strong hands suddenly grab him, and was lifted to his feet by what he guessed was the troopers. Once more, he tried pondering on a way to get free, but with hands bound and vision blocked, there wasn’t much he could do. So this was how it was all going to end, not by his friend’s and family’s side in combat, but as a show for the Sith at the base. A weary sigh of depression slipped from Dutch’s lips, all this time, all the hard work and effort they had worked for, shattered just because of a simple mistake. The fingers on his left hand moved to run over the simple metal ring on his right hand, this band the last thing he had of his father. Suddenly footsteps were heard, moving closer before a man cleared his throat.

”Welcome! Comrades at arms! It has been a hectic and deadly past few months for us all, what with this group of farmers and slaves using dishonorable tactics against us. But! I bring good news! Their leader has been killed! The weak fool breaking and spilling everything to us, by the week’s end, we will flood their base, and end this rebellion! And for your enjoyment, I give you one of his men’s execution for you to see!”

Dutch’s blood boiled at how this scum spoke of his father- if he ever got out of this pickle alive, he would skin that voice. He heard some more footsteps move towards where he stood, the humid air of a man breathing just in front of him became apparent.

”Got any last words scum?”

Asked the voice, a thick layer of smugness dripping from his tongue, the man obviously content with this moment. Dutch had two options, sit and take this, or keep fighting. With a deep breath he nodded.

”Yeah, can ya remove the sack? I’d like to see Dantooine one last time before I… well, y’know…”

He said, his voice heavy and slow- the voice of a man about to die. Then all of a sudden the hot glare of Dina shone down on his face, the man’s handsome features scrunched up from the sudden light that glared. But Dutch’s usual smooth skin was marred, large purple blotches covered any visible skin, his right eye had swollen shut from a recent beating, and poorly tended to cuts were scattered over his face. His one open gray eye lazily looked over the group of Sith that had gathered for this public execution. He turned his head to look at the voice’s face, a kinrath-faced thin man with a balding hairline, standing proud in his officer’s uniform with a big smug grin on his face. The prisoner grinned widely right back, making the officer laugh. Dutch began laughing as well, the two men’s crescendo of laughter only rising, to the confusion of the rest of the Sith. Then, almost faster than the eye could see, the prisoner lunged forward, smacking his head into the officer’s with a loud crack.

The officer fell to the ground like a heavy sack of rocks, completely passed out as Dutch growled with satisfaction before spitting on the officer while a line of blood dripped from a small split wound on his forehead to mix with the spit that shot from Dutch’s mouth.
”That was for my father.”

He grunted, but not a second after that a trooper spun him around and brought his rifle butt up to smack the prisoner right in the face, a spray of blood coming from his mouth as he fell to the ground with gritted teeth, the blood staining them as he lay there. He was dragged to his feet once more, blood mixed with saliva dripped down his chin. His mind swam, and his vision clouded. Bright blue eyes looked at him with deep concern, a beautiful face pouting slightly at him. Her look went from concerned to stern, almost as if she was telling him to snap out of it. Sure Lily, whatever you say.

His eyes fluttered open and he could see that the officer was standing finally, a blaster pistol in one hand, his other motioning for the trooper to throw the burlap hood back on. The prisoner shook his head and turned his gaze to the officer.

”If you’re gonna kill me, you look me in the eye when you do it, you bastard.”

Growled Dutch, his gray eye staring directly into the officers. The officer didn’t say a thing for a moment, the mental cogs visible by his knitted eyebrows as they worked. With a click the officer hit the safety on the pistol, his smug grin going to one that oozed evil as his eyes glinted.

”I’ve a different idea. You, Foster. Fetch some rope.”

Snipped the officer, the Trooper known as ‘Foster’ saluting and running off. Dutch stared at the kinrath man with slight confusion for a moment. What could he possibly have in mind? Suddenly the two troopers behind him pushed him forward, sending Dutch pitching off the stage. A dust cloud resulted from Dutch landing on his side, a scream of pain sounded from him as an audible Crack! sounded. Magma shot from the middle of his arm up to his shoulder and into his chest- a broken arm. The Sith all laughed and taunted Dutch in his agony, the cruel bastards obviously took delight in his agony. The two troopers jumped down next to Dutch, each one grabbed an ankle before they dragged him away from the stage. Pain and the bright sun of Dina clouded Dutch’s senses, the young man grunted and tried to struggle, but the troopers were too strong, and he was too weak from weeks of starvation and dehydration.

Next thing he knew, he was on his feet again, the troopers had picked him up. The officer was once more in front of Dutch, the trooper known as ‘Foster’ right behind him with a length of strong looking rope. Well, I dun like the look of that… Thought Dutch, the sight of the rope sobering him up from the pain a bit.

”That’s right, scum. You’re gonna dance the gallow’s jig for us.”

Hissed the officer as he motioned for Foster to give him the rope. Dutch watched in horror as the officer formed a noose with the rope as he stepped forward. He began to struggle once more, but the troopers held him tight as the officer slid the not of Dutch’s head, the DLA member still wouldn’t back down, his blood-stained teeth flashing as Dutch frantically tried to bite at the officer’s hands, until they struck. With a primal growl, Dutch bit down onto the officer’s left hand, a fresh burst of coppery blood oozing into his mouth- but this time, it wasn’t his. A slight pulse of adrenaline pumped into Dutch at the scored hit, but was stifled by another strike to the back of his head, which caused stars to take over his vision. The officer cursed and flailed in pain, blood dripped down his hand then he stormed forward, motioning for the troopers to lift Dutch. As the troopers did, the officer grabbed the rope and slung it over the tree branch above Dutch, he grabbed it as it landed, the officer then storming back until he reached the trunk of the tree. With another troopers’ aid, the two Sith wrapped the rope around the tree, as tight as they could. The officer then spun around, and shouted for the two troopers holding their prisoner to let Dutch go.

Dutch’s heart went into overdrive, and the suddenness of the rope tightening onto his neck sent a shot of fear into him, the air of Dantooine left Dutch as he now dangled, body rigid as his face turned redder and redder, blending with the purple of his wounds. His vision went black, and everything got cold. This was far from the death Dutch Sampson wanted, instead of fighting at the side of his friends and family, he dangled from a tree for Sith amusement.

[Meira]

It was a good thing she'd tied her hair into a tight bun that day. Though it didn't seem windy down below in the courtyard, there were quite a few gusts of wind that scrapped along the top of the base's tallest building. And since Mo was currently lying prone atop that very same building, it would be a shame for a rogue strand of hair to give away her position. A shame indeed because this mission, the most dangerous yet attempted by the DLA, was not one that they could fail. Too much lie in the balance. Erle and Dutch needed saving. Turning on her comm, she whispered to Al.

This is Green, charges are in position and so am I. Everyone, keep your eyes open. Little Brother, detonate on my signal. Everyone else, hold tight. It's gonna be fast.

Beside the lithe Mirialan woman, Aditi, her trusty bow rested on the duracrete roof, with a quiver of dangerous arrows within reach. Mo's job would be to give the signal. What would the signal be? An arrow through the head of whoever was in charge. She wiped the sweat from her brow and hoped it would all be over soon. Her heart raced and her fingers felt twitchy. This was a dangerous mission alright. But necessary.

Suddenly, from below, there came a sound of doors opening. Mo risked a peak over the edge of the roof to see a figure being dragged out into the courtyard. The attention of the Sith forces below followed the procession, and Mo recognized the leather jacket.

I've got a visual on Big Brother. No sign of Papa Bear.

That thought made Mo uncomfortable. Were they going to bring Dutch out first, then Erle? If that was the case, they'd not planned for it, their mission wouldn't work. They'd only be able to save.... one. Mo's finger hovered over her comm, terrified that she would have to call the abort and have the DLA fall back. But right as she was about to activate the comm, the commanding officer spoke, addressing the crowd of Sith below. Mo had to stay laid down. While the majority of the forces were turned away from her, facing towards the small stage that had been set up, that one officer could ruin everything if he spotted her. So Mo said pressed against the roof, straining her ears to hear his words.

...Their leader has been killed!...

No!

Mo gasped out the word as tears suddenly rushed to her eyes. Her breathing quickened and she barely registered the rest of what the officer said. She knew that he had lied about Erle breaking. There was no way. But that he was dead... she felt sick to her stomach. She had to clear her throat several times before she could activate the comm.

This is Green. Papa Bear.... Pa-.... Papa Bear is down, repeat, Papa Bear is down. Let's get Big Brother the hell outta here.

Lifting her head, Mo saw that the officer had turned to face Dutch. She raised herself up now, taking Aditi into her hands and drawing an arrow from the quiver. With deft fingers, the arrow was knocked and ready. She took aim right at the back of the officer's skull. She waited as the officer leaned in toward Dutch. She couldn't hear them, but she knew the two were speaking. Soon enough, the sack was removed from Dutch's head, revealing the injuries that had been done to him. Mo spit onto the roof. She adjusted her aim once again.

Be ready...

The crack of Dutch's head colliding with the officers was so loud that Mo heard it quite clearly on the roof. She couldn't help but allow a chuckle to escape. There's my brother. She thought to herself with a smile.

Hold.

She'd barely said the words and relaxed her grip on the bow when the officer returned to her feet, drawing a weapon. Mo had her bow back up and aimed in a flash, her fingers slowly slackening their grip on the string. But then something happened. The officer lowered his weapon. What sort of sick plans did they have in store now? She had to duck back down as a number of characters moved. Dutch was roughly escorted over to a tree, and when one soldier returned with a length of rope, Mo's blood boiled. NO!

Yes. A noose was drawn around Dutch's neck, and without further ado, he was hoisted into the air, then let go, left to dangle by his neck. They didn't even do it right. When hanging someone, you were supposed to drop them, so they'd at least have the chance of their neck breaking before the suffocated. But no... not the Sith, they wanted this to be slow. Well too bad.

Here we go kids. In three, two, one...

There was no sound but the soft whir of the arrow slicing through the air. Straight and true, it found it's mark. But this one had not been meant for the officer, no, she'd had a change of plans. This arrow severed the rope just above Dutch's head. Clean down the middle, the rope snapped, allowing the man to drop to the ground. Dutch was barely free, and the Sith barely aware of what had happened by the time Mo'd loaded her second arrow. THIS one... this one was for the officer. Just as the man had turned, another whir sounded through the air. The last thing the man would see was the green form of a woman crouched on the roof, the growing image of an arrowhead as it neared him, and then nothing as the arrow met it's mark, passing through the soft tissue of his eye and embedding at the back of his skull. Had the magnetic accelerator been turned on, the arrow would have sliced clean through, but for portability's sake, Mo had left that at home, opting for the lighter option with Aditi.

As the officer fell to the ground, his eye socket now a fountain of crimson blood, the charges would be going off. Mo didn't wait to see them. Without the magnetic accelerator for her bow, she was little help against the armored Sith soldiers. quickly strapping Aditi and her quiver to her back, she sprinted across the roof to where a coil of rope waited for her. Already anchored, all Mo had to do was attach a carabiner to herself and throw herself over the side. Slowing her descent, she touched down lightly on the ground, unclipped herself, and sprinted around the building. Already, a few of the charges had blown, including one by the gate she was currently approaching. Just outside was a small speeder waiting for her. Already, Dutch would have been picked up. Her job was done.

Mo jumped on the bike, revving it up and executing a quick turn and jamming on the accelerator. She'd ride out a ways to the rendezvous and await the others. From there, they'd move on and she'd hang back to cover their trail. She hated feeling of putting distance between herself and the others, especially Al and Dutch, but this was her part of the mission, and she had to play her part. Faith... she had to have faith in her family.

[Rugs]

Had any other members of the DLA been inside the base, they would have been hard pressed to notice Allistair Sampson. Well, they would have recognized his face, but there was nothing else about his appearance to indicate that he was one of the members of the Sampson family, and an important player in the DLA. And he planned to keep it that way. Even the red scarf that was always in view around his upper right arm was gone, instead worn under his current clothing. No, today, Allistair was a janitor, or he was passing as one, anyway. Some time ago, during the planning of today's mission, a team of scouts had infiltrated a Sith base and killed a janitor and brought his uniform back to the base. Hardly the most glamorous of missions, but it had to be done. And now, Allistair was walking through a hallway in the base with windows that looked out to the courtyard, thankful that the Sith apparently were to proud or too stupid to notice a complete stranger in the dull grey uniform and hat of the cleaning services. Not that he'd complain about it. He'd just keep on pushing his cart of cleaning equipment--which was anything but--and get to where he needed to be.

He glanced out into the courtyard, but he couldn't waste much time looking to see if he could see his father or his brother; timing was crucial, and he had to get into position. As he walked, whistling a tune to himself, he came to where he'd need to be. Allistair had actually arrived a good while before the rest of the participants of this mission, to find the best place to carry out his part of the mission, and to actually do some cleaning; it would hardly do parade around as a janitor and not do janitorial work, and that would help him blend in a bit. The room was a small cleaning supplies room, and while it didn't have any windows, it would suffice and it would provide a degree of privacy, as the soldiers generally didn't care enough to go snooping in to such places. Now if another custodian came in... well, he'd deal with that if the need arose.

The door closed behind him just as Mo alerted him that she was in position over the comm. "This is Little Brother," he said back into the comm as he went about getting his tools from their hidden positions in the cleaning cart, "I'm in place as well. Let's get this thing started." Allistair took a hold of the first thing that he'd need: a remote control. It was hooked up to a system in a Sith speeder that had been stolen a long time ago, and had a system put into it that would allow it to be operated remotely. That had been a pain in the ass to do, but it worked. There was also a hidden camera that had been mounted on the front of the speeder that relayed a signal back to a small video screen that Allistair had, though the signal was a bit fuzzy after having to punch through the duracrete walls of the building. Of course, there was more to the speeder than it seemed. The DLA had taken off the chassis of the thing, and loaded it up with enough explosives to do an extensive amount of damage. These, along with the ones that Mo had planted, would be armed and activated by a switch on the remote that Allistair operated. But for now, he had to move the thing to position next to one of the walls that surrounded the courtyard. Hopefully things would go smoothly.

And for a time, everything did go smoothly, as he moved the speeder to where it'd need to be, thankful for the last-minute idea to put a dummy dressed as a Sith in it to help ward off questions, though if someone actually went up to the speeder.... well, they'd just hope that didn't happen. And then the hammer fell.

"Papa Bear.... Pa-.... Papa Bear is down, repeat, Papa Bear is down"

Allistair heard the rest of the message, but that part seemed to echo endlessly within his skull. No... that can't be true.... It just can't be, he thought in despair. He felt tears, hot and unbidden, rolling down the front of his face. Dad... But now was not the time to let his grief get to him. His brother still needed to be rescued, and he had a part to play. "Right..." he replied, though he could hear the strain of fighting back more tears in his voice, "let's get Big Brother out of here."

He moved the speeder to its position, at the joining part of a wall and the end of a building, and armed the explosives in it. "The gift is in position," he said. "Ready when you are. Phantoms," he added to those who would come in to get and extract Dutch, "it's almost time. Be ready."

Seconds seemed to stretch into minutes as Allistair waited for the signal from Mo. His heart pounded in his chest and his sorrow gave way to grim determination to make the Sith pay for what they'd done. The countdown started. Allistair hit the detonation button on 'two' since there was a delay of a bout a second as the signal traveled to the explosives. An instant after Mo's shot had been fired, a resounding BOOM! echoed through the base as an explosion ripped through the wall and devastated the end of the building. "Phantoms, it's go time," he said as he crouched down to pull his pistol and knife from the cart, along with his balaclava. He threw his hat to the ground and pulled the balaclava over his face and flipped another switch on the remote, which would arm the cart, which also happened to be laden with explosives (not to mention that some cleaning chemicals had a tendency to be very flammable) before wheeling it around into the hallway. As he moved towards a door that would lead out into the courtyard, the charges Mo planted, which had been set to have a delay, went off on the other side of the courtyard, sending shock waves reverberating through the building he was in and shattering the glass windows in the hallway. The sounds of screaming and confusion flooded in from the courtyard, and Allistair could see a fire raging in one of the building's sending up thick plumes of black smoke into the sky. The team that would extract Dutch should've been arriving, or getting very close to arriving as he strode out into the courtyard pushing his cart.

Some of the Sith soldiers turned to look at him, but it was too late. He'd pushed the cart out in front of him, and now it rolled toward the small group of soldiers that'd gathered to watch Dutch's hanging. "I heard you bastards killed my father," he yelled out to them as the cart came to a halt. "Now I'm gonna kill you!" He hit the activation button on his remote as soon as he finished speaking, and the cart exploded, sending those that weren't killed flying back onto the ground. Then Allistair was in motion, looking for the extraction team. His job was to distract, and he'd done a fine job, in his own opinion, with his explosions. They were the ones who'd get to Dutch and get him out, and Allistair would escape with them. Of course, getting in and getting to Dutch had been the easy part. But now the Sith were knew where they were.

Getting out would be the hard part.

[Otterling]

Kabira was sweating in nervous anticipation. She ignored the trembling in her hands as she clung to the handles of Dutch’s Windchaser. She’d been tasked with using the swift vehicle as an extraction method once the distractions were started. She was good with any number of machines but bombs and such were a skill that completely eluded her and she was just as likely to blow herself up as anyone else so she’d left the planting of the explosives to those with more experience. When she’d heard of Erle and Dutch’s capture, she knew she needed to be part of the rescue operation though. Kabira had not been there to save her own father and she wasn’t about to cower at the base while her surrogate father was in trouble. Erle had been kind to her since the day she arrived in swaddling clothes on the Sampson farm and it was high time to pay him back.

Kabira strained to hear the radio over the pounding of her own heartbeat. She was sequestered away in a small warehouse a few blocks up from the main compound. It had taken a little bit of effort to get the Windchaser in place without anyone noticing but she’d made up some excuse to the guards about needing to do repair work and how the vehicle was going to be a gift for the commanding officer. She supposed her success only came about because she was such an unassuming looking person. Her small build made her non-threatening to most so the Sith, in their arrogance, hadn’t seen her as a anything of concern. Their mistake. Mo’s voice crackled over the com piece tucked into Kabira’s ear and hidden beneath a tuft of blond hair. She knew that somewhere in the main compound, Al was already there. He would be her entry point, blowing a hole in the wall around the compound through which she and a few others would go. The other extractors were there to help take down the Sith in the immediate vicinity while Kabira managed to get Dutch and, should Kabira fail or be killed, they would act as backups for the extraction. That last thought was NOT a pleasant one and she swallowed uncomfortably at the idea.

Let’s hope it doesn’t come to that, Kabira thought nervously. She could swear this was taking longer than it should or perhaps it was just her nerves telling her that hours had passed since Mo’s last check in. Then she heard it…Mo’s broken voice on the radio, calling into her ear. Papa Bear is down. Kabira could help the strangled sob that tore itself out of her chest. Another one. She’d just lost another father. The pain swelled to a point that threatened to strangle her but then Al’s voice came over the line. She could hear the pain there that mirrored her own and her resolve returned tenfold. Al needed her. Al wouldn’t get out of the compound if she and the others didn’t do their jobs and there was no way in Hoth she was leaving Al to die at the hands of these monsters.

Suddenly Mo’s voice was back again, counting down…and then, an explosion. That was the signal. Kabira revved the powerful engine and tore off out of the warehouse. She had to admit, she could understand why Dutch loved the Windchaser. The minute she opened up the throttle, the powerful engine repulsors rocketed her forward at incredible speeds. The Windchaser really wasn’t meant for two passengers, it was more of a racing bike than anything heavy that would withstand large amounts of damage, but it was fast as could be and speed was what they needed. Kabira was small and light and thus a good choice for the bike, ensuring it would be able to more easily fit Dutch or Al onto the back of it. The squeeze would be tight but she was sure they could manage. Why do I get myself into these things, Kabira thought wildly as the Windchaser roared toward the compound.

A plume of black smoke poured out of the compound and as Kabira approached, she could see the smoldering hole rent by the Sith speeder Al had rigged with explosives. She blushed, much to her frustration, at the memory of the hours she and Al had spent working on that dang bike. Getting the speeder to work with a remote control had been a royal pain in the rear. Still, the glorious damage it had left in its wake made it all worth it. Kabira aimed the Windchaser for the hole and zipped into a world of chaos. Around her Sith were diving and running, some were making a stand and firing wildly at anyone approaching while others were barking orders. A siren went off somewhere in the distance and Kabira knew that would put a definite timer on their escape. Soon the compound would be flooded in Sith. Another muffled explosion to her right caught her attention and she noticed a group of Sith being thrown backward. Al. He was over there somewhere but Kabira had to ignore her urge to get to him for now. Dutch had to be pulled out first.

Keen grey-blue eyes scanned the dust and smoke for any sign of her surrogate big brother. She hadn’t heard Mo say that he was down so he had to be somewhere among this mess. Finally, through the smoke and the Sith, she spotted him. He didn’t look good but he appeared to at least be alive. Kabira threw the Windchaser forward with a crank of the accelerator and skidded around to his side, blocking the young man from most of the Sith fire. “GET ON!!” she screamed over the havoc around her. Behind her, Kabira could hear the rest of the extraction team. People were screaming, explosions were going off and the sound of blaster fire was everywhere. She wasn’t about to wait for an ok.

Kabira hooked a hand into Dutch’s jacket and yanked as hard as she could. Adreneline fueled her muscles and she dragged Dutch to the back of the Windchaser. She snatched a utility knife out of her pocket and sliced through the ropes binding Dutch’s arms. He would need to hold on if he could because she wasn’t going to be able to reach around him and steer without them winding up in a wall somewhere. She pushed Dutch against the bike and helped him climb on before hopping back onto the front herself. The acrid smell of smoke and burnt skin flooded her nostrils and her eyes stung and blurred in the hot air. Smoke was everywhere it seemed and the time it had taken to get Dutch’s hands free felt like forever. Kabira was evenly coated in a thin sheen of sweat and her hands were shaking even as she climbed back on in front of Dutch.

Kabira tried to pull the other man’s arms around her waist but she knew she wasn’t going to be able to steer while holding on to him and their combined weight was too much for the bike despite Kabira’s small size. Another speeder pulled up beside her and Kabira recognized one of the other extraction team members. “Take him!,” she yelled, “It’s not going to work. I can’t get him out like this!” She handed Dutch off to the other team member and despite the fact that she very much wanted to flee, she waited and willed against her own fear to watch the other team member get Dutch out. Kabira waited until she could no longer see the speeder or Dutch before she trusted herself to move the Windchaser. Every instinct in her body was screaming for her to get out, to run for the exit and make a clean get away and a blaster bolt zipped past her ear so close it singed her hair but she couldn’t leave Al. She HAD to get to Al.

Kabira wheeled the Windchaser toward the area she’d seen the explosions in and raced in that direction. Her eyes scanned the smoke and haze until she finally spotted the gray janitor’s uniform Al was wearing. At least, she thought, I hope that’s Al, otherwise I’m going to rescue some really surprised Sith help…

Kabira pulled the vehicle to a stop next to the figure and smiled in relief when she realized it WAS Al. “GET. ON.” She growled, “This is CRAZY and I want to get the heck outta here. The team’s got Dutch and they’re away.” She waited for Al to climb on and tried not to think too hard about how close he was all of a sudden. Even without the Sith fire all around them, Kabira was certain this moment would be branded into her mind forever and she tried to control the sudden flush of heat that crept over her cheeks as she revved the engines and sped them back out through the hole. She had to catch up with the rest of the group now and make sure that the speeder carrying Dutch made it out ok.

[Bones]

Jay was told the news at his homestead. Erle Sampson was dead, and Dutch was going to be executed. He sighed, knowing that something this big could potentially break the back of the resistance. It was for that reason that he found himself in the Sith compound, pushing his way through the crowd. He turned with the group as Dutch was brought out, obviously weakened and abused. He sighed. The thought that he was atleast alive for another moment was somewhat comforting.

He contiued pushing through the crowd, until eventually he was two rows back from the tree that they had taken him to. He looked at Dutch, that proud man so bruised and battered, but still defiant. Was he confident that this would be Dutch's last moments? Yeah, he was, but he felt he needed to support the man he didn't even know. He began unbuttoning his jacket, revealing a black shirt with a white tribal image on it. One of a Voritor Lizard. He knew that none of the Sith would understand, but he hoped Dutch would see him, and be comforted in his last moments by the thought that there was atleast one person in the crowd that wasn't cheering for his blood, but cheering for him.

He saw the two arrows hit their mark, turning instinctively to see where the arrows had come from. It was then that the charges were detonated. He was thrown backwards, like so many of the others, landing with a heavy crash onto the ground. He was fortunate to be in so close. The full effects of the charge were blocked by the Sith standing behind him. He got up, reaching instinctively for his knife, hidden under the sleeve of his jacket. He felt the cold blade slide along the back of his hand as he withdrew it from it's scabbard.

He spun, holding the knife underhanded to help conceal it. He saw the windchaser coming through the crowd, suddenly understanding what was occurring. A prison break. He smirked for a moment, before he saw the Sith trooper aiming his rifle at the young woman on the Windchaser. He stepped forward quickly, catching the man's head with his left hand, before ramming his knife down into the gap between his shoulderblade and collarbone, killing him quickly and quietly. He let the man drop to the ground. He turned, making sure that Dutch was on the Windchaser, before running.

He reached a two story building, still intact and began climbing the ladder propped against the wall. He had been told what was on the rooftop of this building. Two snipers, no doubt waiting for a chance to fire, a chance to make this rescue mission easy. He reached the rooftops, finding he was right next to one. The man looked up, before taking a sharp kick to the head with Jay's steel capped work boots, before a knife followed, running across the man's throat. He turned, just as the other man stood, pulling out a knife of his own. Jay ran towards the other man, launching himself into the air. He felt his shoulder collide, and wrapped his arms around the man, tackling him hard onto the duracrete roof. Both knives bounced away. He pinned the smaller man, before pulling out one of his blasters, firring twice into the man's face. He picked up his knife, concealing both the knife and the blaster, before sliding back down the ladder.

He was running again, this time out of the compound. His eyes were set on the red and white sports speeder infront of him. He opened it, the whole roof lifting up when opened, and sliding into the driver's seat. He saw the speeder carrying Dutch leave, and he spun out, following the speeder as quickly as he could. He came up beside it, looking over towards the passenger. He pressed a button, allowing for the windows to become more transparent instead of the heavy dark tinting. He looked over at Dutch and said, knowing full well he couldn't hear him, "Loved the headbut, Voritor."

[Miri Mojito]

As Nikki approached the Sith compoind a digital read out appeared on her windshield showing both detailed maps, as well as a picture of both Dutch his father. After being with the DLA for only an odd week she had been more than excited to hear about this attack on the Sith compound. While the level of destruction they were going to cause was far less than what she had intended, but it was a start. It took her only a few more moments to reach the outer wall of the sith compound and it was here that she would start her work.

Nikki unloaded her weapons from their respective clips at the front of her speeder. The blaster she placed in its holster on her outer thigh, and the spear collapsed into its shorter form, before she placed it into its sheath on the back of her hip. As she did this the com link built into her helmet buzzed to life and a womans voice began issuing directions to Nikki."Nikki... I can see you on the security camera. You have a small group of 4 Sith troopers approaching you. They are just around the corner. Take em out and get into position." Glitches voice faded out as quickly as it had started and Nikki got herself into position to kill the guards. Any moment they would round the corner and she would need to be ready to kill them before they sounded the alarm.

Nikki crouched down next to the outer edge of the wall, and waited with her sword drawn. Not a moment later as predicted 4 sith guards arrived. In a flash Nikki sprung into action, plunging her blade into the side of one of the soldiers and grabbing another by the neck. A quick twist later and she had pulled her blade free, and snapped the second guards neck. Without hesitating she continued the twisting motion and brought her blade around to cut into the third Siths armor, and flesh sending a spray of crimson accross the wall. The last trooper had backed up out of her immediate reach, and before Nikki could get to him he fired off a single panicked round. Nikki lunged forward plunging he blade into the mans stomach, and with a quick jerk, pulled it up to cut into his ribcage. His body fell to the ground revealing a wound on the Mandalorians side.

The wound itself, while not life threatening was certainly large considering her small size. The stray bolt had cut neatly through her flesh leaving a gaping cut that had instantly cauterized from the shots heat. She let out a stiffled cry of pain before leaning against the wall. She knew it would take a few moments for the adrenaline rush to kick in now, and that was time she did not have. WHile clutching at her side she began reaching for a pocket on her right leg. Inside was a pack of syringes each with its own use. She needed the one to give her that artificial adrenaline boost. It only took her a second to find it even without looking, and moments later she had boosted herself and placed the pack back in its place.

It took only a second for the boosts effects to take hold and she was off again. Nikki needed to get ready to infiltrate the Sith compound as soon as the wall came down, and clear a path for the speeders to get in and out. It would be a simple job for her if everything else went smoothly. A moment later and another womans voice was heard in her ear announcing that Papa bear was down. Seeing as Nikki had met neither of the individuals meant to be rescued, she had no real emotion to show for one of their deaths, in fact having to rescue only one person made things easier. She knew though that now many of the DLA would be emotionaly compromised and could be not thinking with their heads anymore.

Not long after the crucial announcement Nikki heard the countdown till the attack. Its a good thing they had someone like Glitch to keep the sith out of their airwaves or this would have been the shortest offensive ever. Nikki's shield opened up with a woosh, and she croutched down to wait for the impending explosion. "3...2...1" A moment after 1 and an explosion shook the ground, and rattled the very wall to the ground. Before the rubble had even finished falling her shield collapsed and retracted, and the mandalorian ran into the facility.

Around her smoke still billowed out from the explosion, and it did well to hide her from the dazed troopers. One after another they fell Victim to Nikki's blade. A moment later and She was able to hear the familar sound of speeder engines, and as the smoke cleared she could see Dutch was already being picked up. Another few moments and this mission would be over and they would be gone again. At least thats what she tought until she began to feel guilty. Her mission had been to rescue 2 people from the clutches of the sith, and regardless of what had happened, it would not be complete until someone collected Erle's body.

She let out a frustrated Sigh and while the chaos ensued made a break for the back door that the sith had entered the common area from. SHe could remember from the maps she had been briefed with, that she was marching right into the detention area, and that it would be easy to get in, but hard to get out. With a little luck however none of the sith had seen her, and none of them would think to guard the prisoners when a battle raged outside. "Im going in for Papa Bear... If you dont hear from me in 10... well... just do well to get Dutch to safety." With that she disabled her comlink to prevent anyone trying to talk her out of it. What are you getting yourself into Nikki? she thought now as she closed the door to the detention winf behind her.

Inside it was as she had pictured it, grim, and clean. Above her head light fixtures were still shaking from the explosion, casting eerie moving shadows all around. From down the hall Nikki could hear other prisoners yelling for help, now that they thought something was going on. She chose to ignore their panicked cries in favor of getting the body and getting olut before she became a prisoner herself. To the right was a hallway and she took off down it knowing it to be an interogation area. She clasped her spear in hand tightly now as she made her way swiftly though the corridors. If any sith were left here, she intended to skewer them.

The maze of hallways seemed to go on for miles, until she came to a pair of rooms. One had an open door, and a small trail of blood could be seen on the floor leading the way she had come. This was no doubt where Dutch had been taken from. Hopefully the room next to it would be what she was looking for. SUre enough as Nikki looked into the room, through a peep hole the badly beaten body of Erle could be seen laying on the floor. "Jackpot" Nikki hissed as she pulled the door open and went into the room to retrieve the body. SUre enough the man was much bigger than she was, and carrying him would prove a challenge indeed.

It took several minute for her to make her way back to the main door, and once their Nikki lay the body on the floor again to get a quick breath. As she did so she did so she reactivated her com, only to get an earful of Glitch trying to reach her. ALright.. ive got him... Ima get out of here and meet you back at the headquarters..." She knew that Dutch would not have been able to hear her message, but she hoped someone would pass on the message. Not a second or two after ending her transmission A shout of Hey! GET HER... alerted the mandalorian to the idea that she had been found out. Sure enough a larger group of guards had entered the door she had intended to leave through.

Knowing full well that you couldnt kill someone twice, Nikki activated her shield and began to back up leaving the body of Erle behind. A hail of blaster bolts exploded and bounced off the beskar shield as Nikki continued to back up. Her intention now was to open the cell doors and release the prisoners, use them like she had before as a distraction to escape. As she backed up the Sith troopers continued to push with her, allowing her little room to breath so to speak. But within minutes Nikki was standing between a pair of cells, both loaded to the bursting point with farmers and other Dantooine residents. "Okay guys... time to go... SHe said as she pulled her blaster and fired off 2 rounds. Each round hit a lock, and in seconds the hallway was filled with panicked fleeing refugees. Moments later the blasteres had been silenced as the mob made short work of the guards. All Nikki had to do was keep her head down and walk out now.

She made sure to pick up Erle's body and using the crowd as a shield made a mad break through the freshly blown out hole in the wall. As she had hoped no sith had found her speeder parked around the corner, and before long she had loaded up the body and was making a break, across the open plains, for the DLA base.

[Casual]

Tim Kavrick stood ready on his speeder. Today promised to be one of the most intense and important missions the DLA had yet faced. This time, it was personal. His long time neighbors, the Erledutches Jr. and Sr. had been captured by the Sith. The plan had been hatched to rescue them and make the Sith involved pay dearly. Among a few others, Tim was one of the extraction team. They were to move quick and brutally to rescue the two Samsons when the signal was given. The com-link Tim held to his ear was to be their lifeline to everything that was going on but a few clicks away. He held that com-link with such adrenaline and eagerness that his knuckles had turned white. C’mon… c’mon…

This is Green, charges are in position and so am I. Everyone, keep your eyes open. Little Brother, detonate on my signal. Everyone else, hold tight. It's gonna be fast.

Mo’s voice sounded in his ear. It was about to start. A small bead of sweat rolled down the side of Tim’s face. He held his breath as he continued to listen. He listened as Mo caught a visual on Dutch. A smile crept to his face. It slipped away quickly as soon as he heard:

No!

He couldn’t take it. What had happened? He pressed the com-link closer, gripping it tighter.

This is Green. Papa Bear.... Pa-.... Papa Bear is down, repeat, Papa Bear is down. Let's get Big Brother the hell outta here.

He almost dropped the ‘link. Down? DOWN!?! Erle never goes DOWN! He was speechless, he never thought he’d see such a day. Anger boiled in his veins as he brought the com-link back up to his ear, and withdrew the blasterpistol from his hip. Dammit, I’m gonna make those Sith PAY. He made sure to keep his anger in check enough that he wouldn’t lose his head, no matter what he’d keep his cool. He’d missed the last bit of Al’s response, but had brought up the ‘link in time to hear the rest.

--Big brother out of here… The gift is in position. Ready when you are Phantoms, it’s almost time, be ready.

With that, Tim put on his balaclava, adrenaline taking on a whole new meaning as his excitement and anticipation rose to new heights. He leaned forward on the bike, his pistol now back in its holster, his hand how on the handlebar. He waited for that voice to come back. Before it did though, an explosion resounded in the background. Then came the voice.

Phantoms, it’s go time.

Quick as a flash, Tim threw the ‘link into his pocket, and shouted.

Alright boys and girls, lets ROLL!

As soon as the word “roll” left his mouth, he sped off towards the rolling plume of smoke in the air, eyes narrowed, and heart heavy. Dutch’s Windchaser hurled ahead of the pack, as expected, but Tim was not too far behind, eager to back its rider up if necessary. They were in the compound in no time, chaos would not even begin to describe the scene in front of them. He spotted a few Sith, preparing to fire at where Dutch had been standing, as he flew his speeder by, he ran towards them, turning and hitting the brakes just in time for the speeder’s tail to turn and drift, knocking them both out. As he did so, he withdrew his pistol and fired a mad spray into a few of the other Sith standing by. He wasn’t the best shot, so he threw a few extra in there to make sure to hit his targets. As he was firing, he noticed the mechanic girl taking hold of Dutch on the speeder. He also noticed her struggling. He quickly rode up next to her to hear.

Take him! It’s not going to work. I can’t get him out like this!

Tim quickly obliged, helping her get Dutch onto his speeder, Tim’s own speeder was built stronger and heavier than the Windchaser and supported both his and Dutch’s combined weight well enough.

Hang in there Dutch, let’s get you outta here!

With that he hit the gas, bolting through the crowd, knocking over whatever Sith he saw, and some of which tried to fire at him. He tried to fire off a few rounds at them, but realized that at such speeds it was impossible, though he had managed to hit one. He slapped his blaster back into the holster once more and took off, putting the pedal to the metal. They were going as fast as they could with what weight the vehicle could support, even hitting some Sith. They then neared the edge of the compound, now drawing much attention by whatever Sith forces weren’t too caught up in the chaos going on around them. Blaster fire raced past them, catching Tim’s left hip and right shoulder, both almost setting the bike off-balance and out of control as Tim recoiled from the pain. He kept going though, hoping beyond hope that they would reach the checkpoint in time.

[Dutch]

{OoC: KK everyone, 7 IC people is enough for this thread. Anyone else who wanted to join in, I'm sorry ><. Send me a PM and I'll guarantee you a spot in our next couple missions.}

The sun began to fade, and Dutch's mind went numb. He couldn't feel his body, but a total coldness crept through his veins. But then Dina shown and life kissed his lip. He fell to his feet but quickly went to his knees as precious air flowed into his lungs, and a cry of victory sounded from him, followed by an almost frantic laugh. His laughter only grew when Mo's arrow pierced the officer's eye. That's whatcha get for lynchin' me you bastard. Thought Dutch, his heart racing as signs of his brethren kept popping up in the form of explosions. He took a moment and prayed the Force that he wouldn't get shot as he tried to regain composure, steady breaths worked his nerves to a calm level.

After his moment, Dutch began to look around frantically for something to cut his bonds on, but nothing was near him. A few colorful curses slipped from his tongue as he realized he was stuck being bound- with a broken arm, and not to mention completely exhausted, there wasn't much he could do. For a minute, he thought that the rescue was going to fail, sure, he hadn't been strangled to death, but surely a Sith would see he survived soon and put a plasma shot to his brain pan. That was until a glint of silver flew through a hole made by a bomb at him, he'd recognize the purr of his Windchaser anywhere. To his delight Kabira was perched on the beast of a swoop, headed right at him. She spun with grace only a practiced swoop rider could pull off to block him from a few shots.

"Hey! Careful with my baby!"

Shouted Dutch with a wince as another pair of blaster shots glanced his beloved ride. He nodded when she said to get on and slowly tried to get to his feet, but exhaustion overcame him and Dutch fell back to his knees. Perhaps blood loss had started to get a hold of him. He was grateful when she hopped off the swoop to help him, thankfully slicing through his bonds. Out of sheer habit Dutch snapped his arms from behind his back to reach for the Windchaser when his nerves ignited, the pain was unbearable and Dutch groaned in agony and frustration at his stupidity for moving his broken arm so. He growled as Kabira helped him onto his own speeder, his vision beginning to go black again- but this time from making sure he didn't pass out.

As Kabira moved in front of him Dutch felt himself pitch forward, his weight soon obvious to be too much for the little woman to handle on top of steering the hair-sensitive machine. He only vaguely remembered being helped onto Tim's speeder now- but recognized the sound of his friend's voice as he spoke.

"Couldn't ya'll have waited? I was havin' fun."

Grunted Dutch, sarcastic as always. He managed a feeble chuckle and wrapped his unbroken arm around Tim's waist- the only place he had to hold onto. He coughed in surprise when Tim was hit by the blaster bolts, concern and fear spiked his mind as the speeder went screwy for a minute. But Tim- as always- got matters under control, and as they sped away, a shiny and sexy speeder pulled up next to them- Dutch couldn't see the pilot too well, but there was a familiarity to him. Regardless, Dutch rested his head against Tim- and who could blame him, the man had cheated death, and could finally rest. A glint not too far ahead of them told Dutch that Kabira and Al were on the Windchaser, on their way back to Homestead. You go Al... Thought Dutch.

As the DLA shot away from the Sith base, a strange vehicle caught his eye- its occupant even stranger to him. That couldn't be a female Mandalorian, could it? Dutch mentally shook his head, hallucinations had set in apparently. He opened his eyes and leaned his weight against Tim as Dutch reached his good arm up to grab Tim's com from his ear. Dutch slid it onto his own and wrapped his arm back around Tim's waist. In a dry, raspy voice Dutch asked

"Operator... are we clear?"

A quick click was followed by

"Damn good to hear you Dutch, we're clear. Ain't no Sith gonna hack my encryption sugar."

Dutch grinned to himself, she was always a reliable one.

"Thanks Glitch. And everyone else, I owe ya'll drinks when we're back home. Did... did anyone manage to recover Erle?"

He said, is voice cracked at his father's name as a couple hot tears slid down his cool, pale but dirt and blood stained skin. It had been mere hours between Erle's death and his failed execution, hard guilt struck his heart, the unavoidable thought of 'Why didn't ya'll come sooner?' echoed in him, and Dutch's grip on Tim tightened as slow tears fell from his gray eyes. Tonight would indeed be a mix of happiness and sorrow, if Dutch knew he and Al could put his father to rest that night, it'd make the loss at least a little bit easier.

"Tim... take me home..."

Said Dutch after a sharp inhale to pull some snot back from his nose. After months in Sith hospitality, he was ready to go back home.

[Meira]

Mo's heartbeat pounded in her ears as she waited.... and waited.... and waited. Finally, she saw the tell-tale signs of speeders approaching. Sitting high on her own speeder, Mo help up a small mirror that reflected the sun. It would signal her friends which way to go. She'd send them each in a slightly different direction, and they all knew their paths by heart.

She counted as they flew past her. She needed to be sure they had all gotten out. Her heart skipped a beat as she saw Tim and Dutch fly by her, and her eyes even watered up slightly as she heart his voice come over their comm.

When all those on the mission had flown past her, Mo jumped onto her speeder letting out a whoop and revved it up. Time to play chase with some Sithies. Mo shot out over the plains, heading back towards the Sith base. This part was critical. She couldn't allow them to follow her friends back to Homestead. No, time to be mislead.

Sure enough, Mo spotted the dust of several Sith speaders and other vessels heading in her direction. In a wide arc, she brought her own speeder about and let kick up a good cloud of dust before jetting off across the plains away from Homestead. After a few minutes, when she was sure she had them on her own tail, she really let the lead out, winding through the low hills that bordered the plains to the north. She'd picked out just the right spot to lose them.

Up ahead, the small hills started to grow into a maze of short mountains and valleys. One could get lost in there... if they didn't know what they were looking for. Soon, Mo was making a crisscrossing trail through the connected valleys, being sure to leave her trail in many directions. Then, she ever so cleverly took refuge in a small cave she'd discovered there. It was just big enough to conceal herself and her speeder. So she hunkered down in the back and waited until dark.

When she was sure the Sith patrol had given up their hunt, she emerged into the moonlight, revved up her speeder, and headed home.

[Rugs]

Everything had become chaos.

Blaster fire filled the courtyard, as did the roar of speeder engines as the Phantoms arrived. Get us out of here, guys, Allistair thought triumphantly as he watched Tim get make his getaway with Dutch. There was a bit of a welling of distatste at the site of Tim; the two had been childhood rivals years ago, and Al still wasn't too fond of him, but Tim was every bit as much a part of the resistance as he was, and, as much as it might gall him to think it, Allistair respected him. But his opinions of people could wait.

He still needed to get out of the compound in one piece.

And what timing! An instant later, Kabira was before him (and on his brother's speeder, no less!) and yelling at him to get on. Well, he certainly had no intention of staying in the Sith compound, so he gladly hopped on. He wrapped an arm around her wast to keep from falling off--there wasn't anything else for him to grab onto--and took his pistol in the other hand, and started firing at whatever Sith he could see. "Thanks babe," he said in a sudden rush of bravado, "how about gettin' us outta here?"

She obliged.

The two were suddenly in motion, flying out of the base at and to back toward safety. Allistair continued to fire away, and got lucky with one shot. Some poor Sith that wasn't bright enough to have a helmet on took a shot to the back of the head. He wouldn't make that mistake again. Or any other, for that matter. But as they made it away from the compound, the adrenaline started to wear off and Allistair started to feel a growing weight of sorrow. The mission had been a success, right? After all, they'd gotten Dutch out. But Erle... "Dammit, Dad," he muttered to himself, though Kabira would likely hear it, "we weren't fast enough... I'm so sorry." He sighed heavily and pulled his balaclava back so that his face was exposed to the cool air of the day once they started to get away from the Sith compound and their pursuers. He did notice how tired he was. Now, he just wanted to go back to the Homestead and collapse. And mourn his father's loss.

"Alright, Kabira," he said quietly, "take us home."

[Otterling]

As the Windchaser raced across the open plains leaving the Sith compound behind them, the adrenaline of the moment began to fade from Kabira’s veins, leaving in its wake a heady lightness. I’m alive, she thought incredulously, I actually survived that. She finally let out the breath she was pretty sure she’d been holding since this whole mess had kicked off but didn’t slow the speeder in the least. It didn’t take her long to catch up with and even pass the other fleeing DLA members as Dutch’s bike was made strictly for speed but she had no intention of slowing till she’d reached the safety of the homestead. Her need to get back was two fold: she needed to make sure Dutch and everyone had made it out ok and she was fairly certain that she’d never been more nervous in her life than with Al’s arm wrapped firmly around her waist. It made her heart thud painfully in her chest and she knew she was blushing furiously.

He’d called her ‘babe’. It was a silly thought to be clinging to while fleeing from a band of enraged psychopaths that would gleefully skin them all alive if they were caught but she couldn’t help it. She just…really liked the sound of it. Kabira bit down on her bottom lip and tried to not think too hard on the warmth of Al at her back or how strong he was as he held onto her; it wouldn’t last, she knew that, and she knew as soon as they got back to the garage, he’d let go and she’d be left with just the memory of that moment and their crazy flight from danger. There was a swell of guilt in her that she could find even some small happiness in that moment considering what the DLA had just lost. Dutch was hurt bad, Erle was gone and as if he’d heard her very thoughts, Al spoke up behind her.

“Dammit, Dad…we weren’t fast enough…I’m so sorry.”

Kabira’s heart tightened painfully in her chest as Al’s pain reminded her of her own. She remembered those same words in her own mind when she’d found her father buried in the rubble of the old garage. Her heart went out to Al and for some reason, it only made the comfort of having him that close seem all the more important. She wished there were something she could say, something that would make everything ok or at least ease some of Al’s pain but she couldn’t think of anything. How was she supposed to soothe a broken heart when her own was breaking too? Kabira blinked a few times against the rush of wind and felt the tears that left her eyes as they were swept back into her hair. She wasn’t going to let Al see though and she risked letting go of one handle just long enough to wipe angrily at them. It was Al’s dad that was dead now and he needed her to be stronger than that.

“Alright, Kabira, take us home.”

She wished her name didn’t sound so nice when he said it. It only made her heart war all the more over whether she was aching from the loss of Erle or happy to have an excuse to be that close to Al. She settled for just nodding, her eyes locked on the road ahead and her throat a little too constricted for her to trust saying anything. She gunned the powerful engine and the Windchaser tore off with a roar, easily passing most of the other speeders that were headed in the same direction. The pack split up at one point to throw off any pursuit and Kabira wound her way through a short out of the way path, doubling back a few times until she was sure she’d lost any potential threats (as well as guiltily forcing Al to hold on tighter through a few sharp turns), before finally making her way back to the homestead.

[Bones]

He looked across at Dutch for a moment longer, before smiling, pressing the button to lower the roof, essentially turning his speeder into a convertible. He could feel the wind rushing over his shaven head as his speeder raced along. He looked across at Dutch for a moment before nodding, tapping a finger to his forehead in a casual salute and eaching for the gear stick. He knocked it down two gears, braking hard. As he waited for the speeder he wanted to pass, he fitted a headset to his ear.

He watched the speeders move past, until he saw the Windchaser carrying Al. He pushed his speeder back up through the gears, pulling up level to the bike. He looked across at Al, reaching to the button on his ear piece. He pressed it before speaking, "Al, I have to give it to you, that wa cleaner than I would have ever imagined." He smirked, stopping for a moment to continue, "According to the Sith radio I have, you're pretty safe. A majority of their forces are heading South-West for some reason. I have to go play my part, so I'll come by Homestead later." He once again knocked the gearstick back twice, turning hard to the right to head towards the LaPierre estate.

He parked his speeder in the speeder bay at the house, running into the house. His father turned, havin heard the news, and smiled when he noticed the red and black Sith Inquisition arm band securely around Jakob's arm. "They think that the enemy forces have gone South-West, I just need to get one of your blaster rifles and I'l go out to join them." He looked over to his father as he opened the gun cabinet, hearing the reply, "I know, Jakob. I'm going to be heading due South, but I suggest you go in a different direction." Jay nodded, running out of the house carrying a blaster rifle.

He checked over his speeder with a scanner, making sure there was no tracking device. When he was happy, he slid into the driver's seat. He pulled out, racing away in the direcion of the river. He would pull towards Homestead later. As he drove, he pulled off his Sith armband, removing any association with the force he had been pushed into and resented.