Relina Celisi's Story

Relina Celisi entered the bar her dark Jedi robes hiding her features as she slipped into a seat in the shadows the young Jedi scanned the room as she took her seat.

Relina Celisi watched the man and woman but for now payed them little heed as she ordered a drink all she was here for was a good drink...nothing more

Relina was unsure who the big man was asking about dragons ..and frankly didn't care she had heard of Kryat Dragons before but had ever met one. she was glad when her drink arrived and she could lose herself in it's taste.

Relina Celisi raised a brow at the blonde. She had the look of someone important. Relina also noted the sudden fear in the thin girl. she had a bad feeling all of a sudden. A feeling that grew when the rat person rushed in..

Relina Celisi stayed quiet and sipped her drink thought her eyes looked to the exits so she would know her way out just in case

Sera breathed a sigh of relief as the Aschen left. She Then turned to Ken Blast! "I suggest you leave here kid... If you want medical treatment you can find us at the Wing City Hospital... You are on your own to get there though.."

"Sorry for the frak barkeep." Sera said to Gabrielle as she turned to her men. "Ok ladies let's bug out."

The Terra Nova forces made their way out heading back to the hospital.



Meanwhile in the shadows of the bar a figure stirred from her meditations her eyes scanning the bar. Seems she had missed something... Well not her trouble. looking to the bar Relina made her way there for a drink.

Ken Blast! overheard Elanna talk about them standing down and basically buying him time to recover completely. "Ah, good. I'll consider it a gift from you to me." He said with an odd amount of composure, despite the fact that he has multiple holes on him. Though, in the back of his mind, he was thinking: "Oh, thank God, I'm kinda at my limit." Though he had kept an unflappable composed facade.

"Hey, before you go, does your medic have gauze or something? I can't turn this off and it's hard to do anything when things melt in proximity to your arms." He said in an unfittingly cordial tone as if he had completely forgotten the fact he has just whaled on her a moment ago and would have no reason to even try to help Ken Blast!.

Though, he heard the woman talk about the Winged City Hospital. While his regeneration doesn't usually require medical assistance, it could provide for a safe place while he's left vulnerable. He gave the woman a nod before she had departed. He looked around before saying to Gabby: "Uh, I'd leave a tip but... the money would just, y'know, vaporize in my hands so... uh I'll do you a better favor and just leave, yeah?" He said before heading west, exiting the bar and entering the Main Street.

Alpha watched the military forces depart and counting the strengths of each individual strike team he had witnessed today. Though he'd register Elanna's thanks he'd respond with a small nod of his own, returning his attention to Ken who seemed to wait only a couple minutes before leaving himself. odd

he would raise his arm tap at the underside of the other and deactivate the Key he had primed for use, a couple of drones taking off from his back no bigger than one's palm the small flying devices would retrieve the discarded shield emitter, deactivating it in the process and reconnecting it, before returning to their own hidden compartments.

without further words, the Automated soldier made its way for the door and exited Gambit's the still active electromagnetic shielding becoming visible due to the rain, a thin blanket of electrical energies vaporizing the rain that came in contact with it.

deactivating a shield that is no longer needed, the field around the robot breaks as it steps aside allowing entry to and fro the bar, not quite registering what it wanted, nor needed to do next.

][OOC: Sorry for the delay.][

Gabrielle felt her jaw tightening the longer things went on, but thankfully just as quickly as it started, the chaos was over. She merely shrugged at the apology and glared at Ken Blast! Even after he had left the bar. Moving over to the broken pieces of table and whatever else had been broken, she lugged it out of the bar, throwing it into the dumpster in the back. Stepping back around to the front, she headed inside, glad that her bartender was tending to those that had remained or had arrived either during or after the fracas. She slid her fingers through her brunette hair and grabbed a broom.



“Friggen fights.” She muttered as she set off to sweep up the debris, knowing she would have to bring up a new table and chairs from the basement to replace the broken crap, but that could wait. Once done with the sweeping, she put away the broom and headed back to behind the bar, flopping down on a barstool with a grunt. Grabbing a fresh Mountain Dew, she popped it open and as she took a swig, studied everyone left in the bar.

While Gabrielle was cleaning, a light blue-suited man had entered the bar. He looked around in bewilderment as to how anything can get so destroyed. He saw everything from broken furniture to holes burnt into the walls, presumably through some sort of plasma weaponry. What happened here? The steely looking man asked himself. He strolled over to the bar before sitting on one of the stools.

"Excuse me, I do hope I'm not bothering you but do you happen to know where the manager is?" The white-haired man asked the woman behind the bar, drinking what appears to be some sort of pop. His tone polite, but his voice devoid of any emotion. "I'm a bit down on my luck, and I'm hoping to find a job here."

Relina made her way from the shadows towards the bar her dark blue jedi cloak covered her features but the black metal of the double bladed lightsaber handle was clearly seen sheathed on her back. She was silent until she sat at the bar.

"I'd like a drink" She whispered.

Gabrielle exhaled, finally relaxing when a male approached the bar looking for the manager. Her nose scrunched up as she studied him and she took a few swigs of her Mountain Dew before setting the can down in order to answer him. She could definitely use more employees, but with what had just happened, she needed someone that could be level headed while dealing with the stupidity that tended to happen in Gambits. Before she could say anything however, a female approached and timidly asked for a drink. She smacked the bartender who went over to the woman to get what she wanted.

"What are your qualifications, sir? Let me start over." Gabby mentally smacked herself as she shifted to fully face the male, grabbing a clipboard from beneath the bar. "I am one of the managers. My sister, Renee is the other one. The name is Gabrielle LeBeau. My father owns Gambits. So, what kind of qualifications do you have? What kind of job were you looking for?" She questioned, figuring she might as well interview the dude. She shifted her attention towards another male who asked for the bill, but before she could give it to him, he just left.

"Well, fine then." She grumbled, making a note to check cameras later so that she could properly identify him if he came back into the bar.

While Ernst already was facing the woman who had claimed to be the manager, he shifted himself to point his entire body in the direction of the woman. He placed his hands on the table and interconnected his fingers together. "Well," The man started, clearing his throat afterward. "I can see your staff is a bit...distracted." He said, obviously hinting at the bartender that needed to be struck in order to fulfill the order. "I have a couple of years of bartending and cooking under my belt if that's what you're looking for. I am very attentive and won't leave a customer waiting." He stated.

"However," Ernst added, looking at the area where it seemed that the scuffle took place "I can judge from the fact that some tables look newer than others that some furniture had to be replaced. That's all well and good, some tables and chairs break over time. But," He added, then shifting his attention to the damaged walls and surface of the bar. "The burnt walls and damaged floor seem to indicate that the breaking of the tables was no accident and that a sort of scuffle took place." The man then turned back to the woman who was interviewing him. "If culinary or bartending skills are of no use to you, I do have a history with diffusing tense situations." He said, all of his statements still cool and emotionless.

Alighieri evaporated into existence with a foul hum emanating from what seemed to be the very walls themselves. After what felt like nearly an aeon, all sound was annihilated from existence as he manifested his corporeal form.

Aaaaaaaahhhhhhhh~

he exhaled, extending his claw-rife hand towards the center of the room as a faint red glow began to illuminate the mysteriously-darkening Bar.

A single G9 Rigger light freighter flashed in. It was painted black with the name Kyber painted on in orange letters on the hull. On the wing was a blue symbol of the Jedi order that had been painted over with a red X.

Relina scanned the scene before her with a frown. This station was said to be independent but here was a fleet of ships around it. She took a look at her fuel and her supplies. She was low on both and this was one of the few places she knew she could resupply without interfere. Or so she thought...

"I've got a bad feeling about this..." She muttered before turning on her comm. "This is the Kyber requesting permission to dock for refuel and resupply.."

Arcadia Station

Trade nexxus within the Epsilon system. Various ships are often docked for repairs or resupply. It is also home to the popular Paragon Casino, which often offers a respite for weary travel

All of the docking bays were mysteriously shut. Nobody through here could get in any longer to dock, and leaving seemed out of the question.

A message was transmit to all vessels waiting to dock.

Aboard the Keeper of Abassid, Admiral Clegg was quietly going over some star charts, when there was a chirp from the large display in the center of the CIC, a red holographic icon flitted into view.

“Unidentified Contact on the wide spectrum, two nine seven carom one two nine, bearing seven two.” The tactical officer replied as he read off the readings.

“Markings, and ship patterns are unknown to us.”

“Admiral.” Another officer called out. “Condors are moving in.” He said, pointing out the smaller icons that were swarming around the station.

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Roughly twelve Condors, Aschen troop transports had launched from the Keeper of Abassid, and were on course towards the station, aboard each one were squads of heavily armed marines, ready to assault the station.

Turning his attention to the new contact, Clegg keyed up the communications.

“Attention unidentified vessel, this is the Aschen Empire Command Carrier ‘Keeper of Abassid’ Do not approach the station, doing so will be considered an act of aggression, and your vessel will be intercepted, and destroyed.”

Clegg’s voice was stern, as was his warning, as the group of Aschen warships began to slowly come to life, shields and weapons flaring to life, like a warm curtain of white light that seemed to wash over each Aschen warship, and then disappear.

“Tracking target...” The tactical officer called out, as the Hastati class cruiser. “Magnum Chasma” Moved from it’s formation, training a bank of Turbodisruptors on the approaching freighter.

Then another vessel winked into existence, it’s sleek, glossy black exterior contrasting with the angular, warlike designs of the Aschen warships.

This vessel did not go unnoticed, as it flickered into the Keeper of Abassid’s Sensors manager.

“We have another contact... It’s the Scylla.” The Tactical officer called out.

Clegg frowned, things had just gotten that more complicated. The Scylla could only mean one thing, the personal flagship of the Intelligence director. Something big was going down in that station.

Arcadia Station

Trade nexxus within the Epsilon system. Various ships are often docked for repairs or resupply. It is also home to the popular Paragon Casino, which often offers a respite for weary travel

Each of the Condors received the same exact transmitted message.

The Scylla looped around the station itself, moving to attach itself to a section of the station where the Outer Plaza was located, Transfixed on Sergeant Valerian's signal, the operation began.

"What a friendly bunch..." Relina muttered off comm.

Relina stayed only long enough to see the Scylla attach itself to the station before deciding it was best to leave for now. She punched in the flight path to this Arcadia Station mentioned in the automated message. She didn't even bother to answer the Aschen hail before the Kyber made it's jump out of the System.

The Kyber flashed into range of the Arcadia station.

"This is the Kyber requesting permission to dock for refuel and resupply.." Relina stated over the comm.

She hoped for a more friendly greeting than she got at Z.

The Kyber made it's path towards the unknown planet. It's Jedi pilot Relina Celisi scanned the planet below looking for and signs of life. She saw a gathering of some kind and made a fly over.

"Maybe they can give me some info..." she said to herself. "Now where to land?"

"It does!" Said Rhia with a bob of her antennae, "I do hope they are well stocked."

"It's good to meet new friends in my travels! I don't get enough practice speaking when there are only Gardeners," Rhia tapped her throat, "Most of the Matriarchs do not have vocal flaps."

Rhia waggled her antennae in the direction of the Pho, "Another of us, little Sprinkles still hasn't gotten the hang of Eigengrau, the poor Seeker, just rough noises of emotion."

Rear hands together Rhia mimes thumbing at a device, "Talks with a device if it is too loud."

Relina brought the Kyber near a large clearing and began the landing. The lower fin folding under the ship as it came to a rest a blast of air as the ship came to a not so gentle rest.

Relina left the ship on low power and started towards the exit ramp.