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[ofjakkus-blog]

for those captured/first order security!

Just when Rey thought her anxiety had finally been dying down a bit, of course, something else had happened. A handful of the people she was closest to had been taken under detainment by the First Order as a result of it, and it wasn’t fair. Especially since she knew all of those people were innocent, and probably terrified and confused considering the circumstances. But Rey didn’t have time to worry and fixate on her frustration at the whole thing. No, she had to take action, and quickly. 

After some urgent discussions with some of the others who had luckily not been found by the other side, Rey was arriving at the station, already feeling through the force some of the people who remained inside. She was donned in a full disguise with her hair tucked into a hood, though she figured she may not need it if things went her way. It didn’t take long to get past the guards with the use of the force working their minds, but she knew this wouldn’t work with everyone. Still, she managed to get inside, and soon found herself padding as quietly as possible through the hollow corridors, in search for any signs of her friends.

Until she heard a noise, and she froze, waiting to see where it was coming from.

[seylsaren]

for @happybeepsbuddy

in and out. her chest moved slowly as she breathed, her vision moving in slow motion as adrenaline pumped through her veins. seylsa was alone in the resistance’s base to finish up her mission. she had already planted plenty of bombs around the creations she could find throughout the base but with all the commotion created by her fellow first order members, she has been able to sneak around more.

she was in the middle of turning a corner when she bumped into the curly headed, handsome man that she had grown so fond of. even in moments like this, she still found him to be the most beautiful man. his face told her everything. dropping her weapon and sticking her hands up, she slowly removed her helmet to see him. “f-flyboy? what are you doing down here right now?”

[burrinc]

There was much work to be done. Despite the setback that came from her recently losing her leg, nothing could stop Cienna from doing her work. After taking a deep breath, she walked through the market, trying to find the bits and pieces she needed to help make their infiltration a success, to help bring the first order to its knees. It’s what they deserved after what they had done to her and everyone she knew. It probably wasn’t the best idea for her to be out, Cienna was known by Kylo Ren to being a threat with all the information she held of both the resistance and first order’s plans, thanks to the gala that had happened a while ago. There shouldn’t have been a doubt in her mind that there were people out looking for her but nothing would stop her (at the least she liked to think so, in reality she wasn’t the hardest person to catch) at the very least most people didn’t know her allegiances lay with the resistance. Most people. 

“Power cell, power cell.” The woman whispered to herself, digging through a pile of scraps on a table, determination in her eyes, trying to block out the crowd of people behind her, everyone rushing this way and that way, even trying to ignore those that were too close.

[cobaltpyre]

for any rescue team / strikers.

As per usual, there’s good news and bad news. Good news is the First Order took a pretty good hit; bad news is they’re coming down hard on the Resistance for it. Paige Tico is a lot of things, but if there’s one thing she’s good at, it’s retaliation. First a gunner and then a bomber, if there’s one thing she knows, it’s how to hit the First Order where it hurts. Some people seem to think they should let things simmer down. Take it easy. Kick back and let everything work itself out. But there’s been whispering from the other side too: hit harder now, take the advantage and make it work.

And Paige definitely likes the latter’s attitude a little more.

(The First Order didn’t stop when they first began testing those weapons on her home. They kept testing - kept going, turning homes to rubble and people to ash.  Paige isn’t sure why people are acting like they should extend the First Order the courtesy of a ceasefire. Out of respect for what? The dead? Turns out even that isn’t permanent any more.)

So either way, she’s eager as always, a wry twist to her mouth and an eagerness in the way she leans close.  ❛❛ We’re going to have to play it careful and smart. And I say we should expect at least half of us to end up imprisoned by the end of this, but hopefully we can wrap this up and break them out too. ❞ 

[ofjakkus-blog]

for rescue team/strikers!

As odd as it felt to admit it, Rey felt almost relieved that she didn’t have the guilt of starting that fire on her shoulders. The dangerous task she had committed with Poe at the gala seemed to pale in comparison to this. Still, she felt awful for whoever did start it, even if it might have seemed to work in the Resistance’s favor...at first. Now, her friends were being detained, tensions were high, and her stress was back to it’s almost normal level, which definitely wasn’t a good thing. 

She was pacing back and forth near the base, completely at a loss for what to do next. Rey knew she needed a plan, and fast, but right now it was all so overwhelming. At times like these, what seemed to help the most was talking to others, working with people to try to figure out a solution together. Sometimes she was impulsive and did things on her own without thinking, but this was much too risky to do so. The stakes were too high for her to mess something up. Luckily, a few others were gathering in the area nearby, and she quickly bounded over to the nearest person she saw.  

“Do you have any ideas of what we should do first? I want to help. I need to help.” 

[glittergleam]

The First Order are everywhere.

Like rats, she thinks, and she doesn’t say it. It wouldn’t do for her to get thrown in jail while getting some air after her first performance of the night. The First Order would probably see that aside as an act of treason. So she’s wise enough to keep her mouth shut and merely roll her shoulders, trying to work out some of the tension there. She’s always sore after the first performance of the night, and around the second round near midnight it hits a kind of euphoria. Her teachers back on Chandrila used to describe it as something that only happened in front of a crowd.

A kind of performance delirium, where you’re outside your body but it’s doing all the things you’ve trained it do perfectly.

Either way, she tilts her head towards the sound of footsteps. Her attention shifts down to the toes of her boots, where she always jams the hilt of the datadagger against her ankle every time she goes outside for a break. Then she puts on her best grin, the one that looks good under the lights of the club.  ❛❛ If loitering outside my workplace has become a crime, honey, then that’s news to me. ❞ She folds her arms, casual. ❛❛ Or are you out here for something else? ❞ 

[rcbelace]

SIZZLE — and Iden’s breached through the service entrance of the Resistance’s living quarters. Though it had been a while since the commander had last been assigned to breach and extract an asset, Iden reveled in the fact that she had still retained her touch. The asset in question was Cienna Bur’rin — a talented and gifted engineer that was of immeasurable value to the Resistance. If captured, which Iden fully intended to do under direct orders from her superiors, valuable information regarding information stolen at the gala could more than likely be extracted from the asset. 

She wasn’t going to disguise her shock from the attack — because that’s what it was even if the media was claiming otherwise. The smallest details rarely affected day-to-day operations as catastrophically as that incident, and watching the federal building burn sent Iden back to the Battle of Yavin. Whatever the Rebellion was up to, they’d certainly pay for it. 

Iden presses her shoulder onto the plasteel corner, waiting patiently for the guards to pass by on their routine patrol. It was common sense that the Rebellion would increase their security to prepare for a First Order counter-attack — but what they wouldn’t have been able to prepare for was Iden Versio. Continuing onwards a few doors, she’d catch a glimpse of a room with her objective’s name on it. 

❛❛ Hello... ❜❜ Iden hacks the door’s digital locks. ❛❛ Anybody here? ❜❜  

@burrinc

[infxrnx-blog]

Cold metal walls surrounded him when he woke up. He had tried to explain when he was grabbed in the middle of the market that he had no idea who had started the fire. He didn’t know what the Resistance’s plans were. 

Cole was still trying to get a grip on what had happened since he woke up, where everything was, who everyone was... and had not spent the time to get involved in how to attack the first order. He was basically useless to them. 

Not that they saw it like that. 

He rubbed his head, sitting up, watching the doorway open. A dark, tall figure had entered and was staring him down. He hesitated a bit at the mask. They seemed familiar. Somehow at least. He couldn’t quite pinpoint it, the mask distorting whatever he recognized. 

“I don’t know anything. So I don’t know what you’re hoping to find..”he looked at the figure, trying to meet their eyes, “I’m not important to them.”

@cfwarrs

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