Public Breakfast with the Countess [open by request]

[Aegon of Vitria]

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objective:
TRIAL THE SUPPLICANTS

tag(s):
Donne Toulemonde , R-4ZR ,
open to request (only friends, fellow darksiders)
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ALDERAAN / TERYN COUNTY / CASTLE TERYN / 874 ABY
DIVIDE ET IMPERA I

Alderaan was the jewel of the Core Worlds, it was considered as one of the richest planets of culture and landscape, its air one of the freshest and most pure to breath there was. Its long, snow covered mountains ranges were the home to many unique species, its deep lakes full of clear water, lush forests slowly moving in the wind at the roots of the mountains. It was beautiful, simply put. And it was governed by one of the oldest civilisations in the Galaxy.

The Alderaanian nobles were on Alderaan for ever more or less, they were the beating heart of art and administration, patrons of the good. There were of course episodes of lesser good, civil war and brutal confrontations, the very base of feudalism that is. Houses trying to achieve a higher standing, Counts wanting to become dukes, barons wanting to become counts, it was as old as the planet itself and a miniature version of the galaxy situated in beautiful scenes of landsape.

The Sith always saw this place a possible way to power and wealth, houses were open to alliances because they wanted to advance themselves. The snowy mountains often making news travel slower and reactions delayed. It was a perfect place to do some no-good. Situated right at the heart and throat of Republic and now Alliance, it was ideal to establish a base of operations if one was able to settle or gain entry.

The supplicants had received the following message:

House Teryn of Alderaan is in turmoil, the Countess and her sister are in the middle of a fight over the county itself. Castle Teryn is the sight of a siege, not only externally, but the place itself is divided, house guards are fighting each other, the county is split and the barons have declared for either side, levies battling outside.

The two sisters are the targets, I want both to be brought to the throne room of the castle.
Countess Addelyne Teryn is a skilled diplomat and fine duelist, of long blonde hair and usually in white armor adorned in the colors of House Teryn.
Knight-Commander Madelaine Teryn is an extremely skilled warrior and commander of short red hair, clad in the armor of the Knights of Teryn.

The Knights of Teryn are a small light sided Force user order sworn to House Teryn, usually of ex-Jedi or recruited Force sensitives, trained very militaristically. They are clad in battle armor and usually cross-hilted lightsabers.

Find the two leaders, alive and bring them to the throne room of Castle Teryn, I don´t care how you do it.

A.

Castle Teryn was a typical Alderaan noble castle, equally pretty and functional with strong defensive measures towards outsiders, its flanks and back covered by near-impenetrable mountains. But unlike a straight outward defense of usual places, they were already breached by its own forces and two armies were fighting over the control of the castle and the land. The castle itself is split, just like its outward defense, fights happening in corridors, skirmishes taking place in courtyards, dinner rooms with tables turned to provide cover, libraries yearning for peace and silence. Cold winds were rushing through breached walls.

The Countess had refused to give up or evacuate her castle and was leading the defenses from the very frontlines, her farmhand blue lightsaber leading the way for her loyalist forces. She had established her headquarters in upper levels, with access to the mountain yards and small landing pads, her forces dominant on the inside of the castle, but being pushed back on the outer defenses. The Royal Guard and seasoned Knights supporting her claim due to their long-service.

The Knight Commander was pushing hard to gain a county wide advantage and was commanding her forces from her field headquarters directly situated at the castle itself. She had the majority of Knights, though most younger and less experienced, on her side. Her forces were controlling most of the outer defenses, the soldiers being the most veteran troops, fiercely loyal to their battle leader.

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[Donne Toulemonde]

OBJECTIVE-Capture the Countess​

Tags: Aegon of Vitria R-4ZR​

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The clamour of battle ran around Donne’s mind, snippets of shrieks and blaster fire pocketing the soundscape. She walked with a steady pace, a tempo set with unwavering confidence. It was a walk that said ‘I have somewhere to be and I am to remain unimpeded’.

Her black garb hugged her form tightly, a lightly armoured leather that allowed for suppleness and dexterity whilst maintaining some solid defence against typical weaponry. No doubt some heavy ordnance would stop her in her tracks but that’s where her greatest weapon lay; the Force.

Her shoulder-length hair moved elegantly in the light breeze as she walked in the shadow of the external wall of the Palace, looking for an entrance. Small exit wounds had formed, the result of artillery fire or charges placed in hope of gaining entry in the initial stages of the raging conflict. The walls were no longer as contested as they were in the opening battle phase, the forces of the Countess somewhat diminished and all but defeated. This was ideal.

Donne mused, slipping in through a small crack in the outer wall, an airy vault of the open ground revealed to her as she took stock of her whereabouts. She looked up, a large redoubt that towered far above her; it just begged to be invaded.

Crack. Crack.

Two shots fired behind her, or near enough. She threw herself back against the inside of the wall, trying to her best to be as inconspicuous as possible.

“This way!” a gruff voice called out, some small attempt at remaining discreet present in his tone.

A small troop of five soldiers, armoured lightly and armed with rifles, ran through the space she had just entered through, headed past the wall of the redoubt and disappearing around a corner. She didn’t yet know whose forces these soldiers hailed from but decided to make good this distraction and follow after them.

A flash. Light. Darkness. Heat. Cold. Wet.

Wet. The feeling of damp, soggy bread as it passes the lips of the soldier, the murmur of displeasure in his throat nearly loud enough to drown out the rumble in his aching stomach. The drip of rain as it perpetually tapped on his face. An irritation.

She blinked hard, trying to lose the phantom feeling of water on her face. One of the troopers was very hungry and his mind was occupied by a lack of food. This was good news. A distracted, hungry army was far less capable than one fuelled by both zeal and decent rations.

She moved, not wanting to wait and see if an entire battalion would make their merry way after this forward group. She hurried, following the path they had taken with some more speed, lightly treading her way, her boots making a soft clump as they trod the cobblestones below.
She turned the corner, keeping her body close to the wall. She spied a small set of steps that led into a somewhat shut-a-way door. The rest of the open courtyard lay empty of life, other than the chattering of birds and bubbling of several large fountains, still running despite the chaos and violence that surrounded it.

How to get in.

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[R-4ZR]

OBJECTIVE
Capture the Knight-Commander
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Tags: Aegon of Vitria || Donne Toulemonde

The air was rank with the smell of plasma scorching and the rotting dead. Not a scent one would expect from a seemingly peaceful world like Alderaan. For so long, it had been propped up in propaganda as a bulwark of peace, where figured like Bail Organa or Princess Leia Skywalker-Solo loomed in their mythology. Yet, here Isabrai stood: in the midst of war in the land of so-called "peace". But she knew better. Peace is a lie.

She was covered in a cloak of dark cloth, keeping to the shadows as much as she could. The ramshackle ramparts that the Madelainites constructed had many places to hide. The acolyte knew the severity of the consequences should she be discovered too early. This task was a test of her skills, sequestered by Lord Aegon. She would not fail.

She stiffened as she heard armored footsteps march close by as more knights of Teryn sped to the frontlines. She watched them, scanning her surroundings. Among the makeshift camp, there appeared to be a central part to it. A tactics station of some sort, she figured. Possibly where Commander Terryn was at, directing her troops as she laid siege against her sister.

The hybrid woman took a deep breath, and used the Force to enhance her sprint from one hiding place to the next. To most, she might have appeared to be a quick dash of black in the corner of their eyes. As she caught her breath in her new spot of hiding, she could only pray nobody caught on. She reached to her sides, pulling karambit blades at ready. No need for a lightsaber yet...