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Dominion Foot in the Door | GA Dominion of Kril'Dor

Galactic Alliance Rapporteur

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Kril’Dor
The Mid Rim


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With large swathes of the galaxy now freed from the yoke of Sith servitude, the Galactic Alliance turns its attention to their next great venture - the exploration and colonisation of the Unknown Region. With emergency stocks depleted from the drawn-out conflict, resource producers have found their products in high demand. The Alliance’s focus has been drawn to Kril’Dor, the only world within Alliance borders outside of Rendili which can supply much needed Tibanna gas.

Back on Coruscant, the Senate has turned its attention to the conduct of the New Jedi Order during the Stygian Campaign. While the Defenders of Light sacrificed much to bring the Armies of Darkness to heel, some question whether all their actions in the heat of war were justified.

Objective I: Rest and Refuel
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The Outbound Flight Initiative - the Alliance’s long term mission to explore the Unknown Regions - is underway. The massive Outlander Station, the heart of the OFI, is making one final stop within Alliance border to take on Tibanna gas from an orbital fuel depot above Kril’Dor before beginning its long and dangerous journey. While refuelling operations are underway, assemble with your fellow crewmates to meet your new colleagues for the mission and the team who will be leading you on this voyage of discovery.


Objective II: Basically just that Jedi Academy Level
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The Disciples of Ragnos Brotherhood of the Maw have seized a Tibanna gas refinery near the Alliance’s borders and are using the facility both to power their war effort and as a base for strikes on nearby Alliance worlds. Travel to Kril’Dor as part of a New Jedi Order-GADF task force and secure the refinery, calling in close air support as required. If you get stuck, click here for a playthrough.

Also for some reason, there are no handrails so don’t fall off yeah?


Objective III: Scrutiny of the Light
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With the Stygian Campaign winding down and the Sith Empire routed, a critical eye is being cast over the New Jedi Order and their actions during the war. While the Jedi were giving latitude during the hostilities, some are calling for the Jedi to be held to greater accountability for the actions of their members past and present. Join the Senate debate as a motion is put forward which could forever change the relationships between the Alliance and the NJO.


BYOO:
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Whether on Kril’Dor or anywhere else in the Galaxy, there are a million tales to tell.
 
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Scrutiny Of The Light​

Lord-Regent Julius Loghain had nothing but gratitude for the Jedi's efforts in curbing the Blackwing Crisis on Kuat. Unlike other Senators he hardly had a strong opinion on matters of religion, except their separation from state.

However, Julius Loghain was a pragmatic man.

An opportunist.

With a growing sentiment of concern regarding the New Jedi Order's action specifically within the Alliance's political landscape, Julius knew it was the time to capitalize on the opportunity.

Vigilante actions led them so far but it was time for order.

It was time to preserve the state and the supernatural powers of the Jedi, if brought under the control of statesmen, could be harnessed to maintain stability, while keeping them under the leash would lesser the risk exposure on national security.

For this reason, Lord-Regent Loghain of Kuat had personally arrived to the Senate Chambers to push for an agenda where the New Jedi Order would fall under the authority of the Alliance instead of ancient and abstract religious dogmas.

He patiently stood on the Kuati platform, silently tapping the floor with his walking stick.
 


KRIL'DOR , MID RIM
Within Mawite Occupied Platform
Objective | Secure Platform & Meet with Vel'alari


Kril'Dor , a Mid Rim Gas Giant and a known source of Tibanna Gas. Throughout the past few weeks , the Final Dawn had been making preparations for their planned offensive into the Core with the development of a new Superweapon at Najra-Va , the creation of a new Mawite Fleet on Exegol larger the any fleet previously deployed by the Brotherhood of the Maw and Final Dawn and now here at Kril'Dor which the Brotherhood intended to utilize for incursions into the Galactic Alliance. To Sularen this provided two opportunities that could benefit the Final Dawn.

First , Sularen intended to use this Refinery as a means to meet with Grand Moff Vel'alari of Bilbringi and ensure that she joined the Final Dawn. Already she was part of Sularen's Shadow Association but as of the Byss Crisis it seemed that she was starting to lean away from the Grand Overseer having recently failed to appear at a Summit on Tsoss Beacon. This would give Sularen the perfect opportunity to put Vel'alari in check and remind her who helped her secure her power on Bilbringi.

In addition to that with the Mawites Occupying the Tibanna Refinery , Sularen was certain that the Galactic Alliance would soon intervene on Kril'Dor to put an end to Mawite Operations as always hence the Second Opportunity. With an expected Alliance Intervention on Kril'Dor , this gave Sularen the perfect opportunity to test his newest assets , the
Type One Supremacy-Class Star Destroyer and his Refitted Dictator-Class Battlecruisers.

Sitting in a
Command Chair within one of the Refinery's Chambers , Sularen awaited for his Guests to arrive having already sent an Encrypted Message to Vel'alari. The events that would take place here on Kril'Dor would be nothing more but another rehearsal for something bigger , something that would shake the very foundations of the Galactic Alliance and Sularen needed to make sure that everything went as planned her on Kril'dor in order to further increase the chances of success for the Final Dawn's Larger Plans for the Core Worlds itself.

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Grand Moff Vel'alari

It has come to my attention that for a while you have been "Avoiding" the Shadow Association. Already you have sided against me during the Byss Crisis and failed to appear at one of our Summits at Tsoss Beacon. While i understand you wish to improve your standing within the Galactic Alliance Senate given to your Imperialist standing i would like to remind you that you are still a part of the Shadow Association as per our deal.

Times are changing , Vel'alari and the Imperialist Bloc within the GA is in decline especially with the strongest Imperial Bastion within the Galactic Alliance now under Military Occupation. It is imperative that we meet in order to discuss a future course of action and to ensure that things proceed just as planned. As such i request your presence at an abandoned Mining Platform on Kril'Dor so that we can hold this meeting and ensure that our plans are not compromised. I await your arrival Grand Moff and hope we can improve our current situation.


Grand Overseer Marlon Sularen
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Location: Kril'dor, Refinery Platform
Tags: Open


Years had passed since the Brotherhood of the Maw's return to the galaxy's charted reaches, and in that time a ramshackle fleet of pirates and zealots had grown into an ever-expanding bandit kingdom, squatting on the throat of the Unknown Regions. At first they had been a threat known only to the Jedi, barely noticed and never opposed by the organized governments of known space. Csilla had been their first - and so far only - open battle with such governments, and since then they had played a cat and mouse game of raids and skirmishes with their new foes, a deadly dance of order versus disorder.

Still rebuilding from that first titanic conflict, the Brotherhood had gained strength by looting and despoiling the collapsing Sith regimes of the Galactic East... but this could not be their sole focus. The Galactic Alliance was expanding into the Unknown Regions, seeking to settle, civilize, and protect the planets of their northern frontier. It was an expansion that threatened the Maw's domain, and so a shadow war had ensued, raid forces dancing around settlers and security fleets, striking where they were vulnerable. The Alliance could push into the unknown, but they were finding that the unknown could push back.

Part of the game, of course, was that the Brotherhood could seldom stand up to the full might of an Alliance military fleet, especially as they hurried to rebuild their forces with only a tiny fraction of the resources their enemies possessed. Ilum had been a perfect example; the NIO-GA joint assault had scattered the marauders, forcing them from the icy world with heavy casualties... but not before they had seized the kyber crystals that would power their next weapon of mass destruction. Determined to continue their raids and distractions on the Alliance's eastern border, The Mongrel and his tribe had relocated here.

The old Imperial Remnant tibanna mining platform on Kril'dor had been easy to seize. Occupied by a small group of independent prospectors, it hadn't been able to put up much of a defense; the spacers had been outside the borders of any major government, and had no one they could call for help. Now they were mostly dead, with a few of them spared only to be clapped in manacles and placed under the lash. They would keep the platform running, keep it extracting valuable tibanna. The gas was shipped back to the Maw's domain, where it was put to use creating the Brotherhood's blaster ammunition.

But the tibanna wasn't really the point; it was more of a bonus. Over the past few weeks, The Mongrel and his raiders had struck out from the platform, attacking Alliance convoys, civilian vessels, and even small military patrols. This region of space was teeming with colonists and explorers participating in the Outbound Flight project; it hadn't been so long ago that The Mongrel himself had led a raid on Outlander Station not far from Roxuli, attacking the heart of the bold push into unsettled territory. Colony ships and exploratory vessels invariably carried a bounty of supplies the Brotherhood could seize.

And there were always captives to be taken, too.

All the loot, and all the enslaved Alliance citizens, were brought back to the platform to be sorted, then loaded onto freighters bound for Maw territory. Plunder was a renewable resource, and one that was badly needed in order to restore the Brotherhood to its full military strength. The platform also saw eastward-bound military traffic; it was a key staging point for the campaigns against the Sith governments, campaigns that had enabled them to seize vital supplies and powerful Dark Side artifacts while also destabilizing those the Heathen Priests deemed vile heretic pretenders. Kril'dor was important.

So its discovery by the Alliance was... unfortunate.

But the impending Alliance attack had not yet begun. The Mongrel roamed the walkways of the tibanna gas platform, overseeing operations as his raiders unloaded the proceeds of the latest convoy attack. Foodstuffs, medical supplies, electronic components, ammunition, and more were sorted out into different piles, to be brought to different Brotherhood worlds for processing and distribution. The captives were also sorted by worth. The strongest would be broken as slave-soldiers. The clever and meek were turned into maintenance and labor slaves, the lowest of the low but still useful.

The broken and worthless were of no use to the Maw. The Mongrel watched as those sorted into this last category were lined up along the rim of the platform, then casually kicked over the edge by laughing marauders. The screamed as they fell, vanishing among the planet's orange clouds. He chuckled as well, the sound distorted and metallic thanks to his implanted rictus mask. It was good to let the boys let off a little steam after the stress of a raid. As a leader, though, he couldn't get distracted with such idle amusements. He needed to ensure that the whole operation proceeded efficiently.

The Mongrel glanced up at the central platform of the refinery, where the command center tower perched. Marlon Sularen Marlon Sularen was up there, scheming his neo-Imperial schemes, still believing that the chaos and destruction brought by the Brotherhood would somehow allow him to impose his vision of iron-clad order in the aftermath. The marauder cared little for the Grand Overseer's plots, and made no attempt to understand them. What mattered was the fleet support Sularen provided, powerful vessels that added to the strength of the Brotherhood fleet - and helped to defend this very platform.

So far, the day was going completely to plan.
 





Location: Refinery Platform
The platform on Kril'Dor had been an excellent base. Astrea was impressed at the operation. Every time the raiders went out, they came back laden with more prizes. Resources, slaves, even artefacts. She had been sent there to check for more, to see if anything urgent needed to be brought back to Exegol. No-one better to find the darkest of delights than a Sith in training, right? That and it would do her good to see how the Maw operated. To see the power that the raiders held and what they could bring.

She leaned against the side of the building, watching the raiders. The Mongrel and his marauders were certainly having a fun time. Astrea watched impassively as captive after captive was pushed, kicked and tossed over the side, falling to a grisly end. She didn't care. If they were worth anything, they would've fought back themselves. The weak were not worth the effort.

As the display continued and his marauders enjoyed themselves, Astrea approached the Mongrel casually. Dark boots barely making a sound on the metal walkway as she approached. Her eyes were drawn straight to his mask, inwardly grimacing at the eternal, skeleton grin on his face. For her part, she wore a thin, dark cloth around the lower half of her face, leaving her eyes exposed. Dark, with a tinge of the yellow corruption that followed immersion in the Dark Side.

"The slaves are loading the last of the artefacts onto the transports," she told him in her quiet voice, looking over the side. "Though whether the ship will be able to leave before they arrive... questionable." A smile beneath her mask, watching the raiders enjoy themselves. "They're certainly capable enough. No matter what comes, it will be a sight to behold." She was a little uncertain, a little unsure. She'd had little in the way of combat training and was an Apprentice.

But the Dark held promise that those mindless, insipid zealots could never know.

She looked up to the skies, scanning through the clouds. Waiting restlessly, fists clenched. Beginning to pace on the walkway, waiting for the oncoming storm.


The Mongrel The Mongrel
 

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“My esteemed colleagues, delegates of the Galactic Senate..”

Kaigann Fossk, Senator of the Deep Core world of Epoch and former member of the Jedi Order, stood tall in the midst of his floating pod whilst facing the great podium that held the Chancellor Adhira Chandra Adhira Chandra and Vice Chancellor Aerarii Tithe Aerarii Tithe . His eyes glanced around the massive inverted dome, he looked upon the honored delegates around him with a look of pride and mutual accomplishment.

"The Galactic Alliance has stood as the greatest bastion of freedom and hope since the achievement of the great Galactic Republic. We have fought a terrible conflict, plunged our hands into the muck to honor that commitment.. that great legacy we aspire to continue. The Sith reign is over.. we have won, yet the battle is not over.”

A holographic image fizzled and blew up before the august body. An image of Ryv Karis [ Ryv Ryv ] looking out a window followed by video footage of Lyzeara Fluree being flung out a window by Ryv’s use of the Force.

“It has been my life's work to serve the free peoples of the galaxy… as a Jedi… and now as a delegate of this democratic society.”

His face scrunched into a frown, a symbol of regret and sadness.

“Bastra. Maou Maou . Lyzeara Fluree… among others.”

Images of those attacked including the most recent attempt on Senator Kiyoshi with several of his security detail visibly beaten up on screen.

“The recent attempt on my life.. has been a wake up call. My friendship with the New Jedi Order has been shaken, my trust.. destroyed. I can no longer over look the atrocities committed in the Third Imperial Civil War or on the homefront by the New Jedi Order. This terrible conflict has taken it’s toll on the order, their judgment clouded as they strike out in a blind zealous flurry. Look at Zaavik Perl Zaavik Perl , a Jedi of the Order.. lost to us by the grip of the Dark Side. Do you believe he is the only one? Look around my fellow delegates and see what has become of our protectors.. they are becoming our wardens and this our prison.”

Kaigann looked upon the honored podium once more, “We’ve ignored the signs for too long, given them too much power over our military machine. A force once made for defense and now.. conquest. I call for this administration and august body to do the right thing… it’s time to bring justice home, time to bring suitable charges and restrictions to the New Jedi Order. I call for a registry and detainment of the New Jedi until such charges can be made for them to redeem themselves.”

He puffed his chest in regret, saying the final word that needed to be said.

“As a supporter of Chancellor Adhira Chandra Adhira Chandra I implore you.. do the right thing. If this administration cannot do justice to the crimes shown then I urge my fellow delegates to call for a Vote of No Confidence.. justice must be had.”



 
Handsome blindfolded hyper-religious whackjob
Objective II: Basically just that Jedi Academy Level. Nostalgia is Powerful
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He really needed to find out who was in charge of safety compliance for this refinery. He understood that at times, larger corporations would cut costs when possible in the name of profit and effciency.

But this was simply absurd. No railings, no safety precautions in place on a floating refinery positioned above an abyss. For a moment one could assume that the Maw had taken out any railings in order to make the advance all the more perilous for the GADF. But apparently that was not the case. The refinery was always like this.

Of course, right now it was advantageous for him. A thrust of will and burst of kinetic energy send one unfortunate Mawite readying a repeating blaster over the edge and plummeting into the planet below. Consumed by the amber clouds. His own golden blade swinging in a wide arc to deflect the oncoming fire away from the GADF forces behind him. Slowly moving forward, inch by inch, step by step. Threads of the Force guiding him towards where he could feel the Head of the Snake.

The Maw, while extremely dangerous, were a bunch of fanatics. Faith and fury drove them. Not unlike the Ashlan Crusade. And the best way to deal with these kinds of opponents was to cripple their morale, their leadership. Leave them flailing and directionless.

And so, he advanced, slowly, surely. Like an avalanche or the rising tide, he kept moving forward. Saber flashing back and forth as he made his advance. Slowly, but surely. He would claw his way towards whoever was directing the Maw forces on this world.

And deal with them.
 

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BYOO | FIND RYV | NOT GET ORDER SIXTY SIXED I GUESS
Previously...

UNSPECIFIED SAFEHOUSE,
LOWER CORUSCANT


5:15 AM

"I made the connection, Dagon. The Maw, the Sith, the Senate... I think I figured it all out, I need you to meet me at the Grand Convocation Chamber ASAP. I'm onto something, man."

He's back! were Dagon's first thoughts when he'd played back the message from his voicemail. Ryv [ Ryv Ryv ], The Sword of the Jedi, had returned. A mixture of both surprise, unease and hope rushed through him. Surprise that his friend had risen back from the catastrophe of Csilla, unease at the potential findings he had discovered and hope that whatever the predicament they would see it through. Overwrought, Dagon hurried to dial back the number immediately.

No answer.

Once more. The same result.

Quick as the wind, Dagon rushed through upwards through the bowels of Coruscant towards the Senate Building to meet the Sword.


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5:55 AM

Late.

Too late.

With one foot on the railing of the rooftop, hunched, the raven-haired Jedi scowled at the sight below. Sirens of blue and red wailed relentlessly on the street adjacent to the Senate Building. Cops, medics, senatorial guards - all jittered in haste around a corpse that had fallen from countless of floors above. The tension of the air reached his nostrils and wrenched his lungs.

Ryv..

What in the Force's name happened...


..what exactly did you find?

"
Master Kaze, I suggest leaving the perimeter. The police are setting up roadblocks all over the whole Senate District and--" the A.I's voice punched through the haze of deliberation, knocking him back to reality.

"And what, Arthur?"

"There's an APB on Master Karis, Sir."

"Of course there is." snarled Dagon.

"Sir?"

"They're always one step ahead." he clenched his teeth to the breaking point. "Always."

"They, Sir?"

"The Sith, Arthur."

Presently...

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LOWER CORUSCANT


My stay on Coruscant got extended. Don't know exactly when I'll be back. Keep your nose clean, pink.

He tapped 'send' transmitting the message to Yula Perl Yula Perl and leaned back on the couch with a long sigh of despair. Failure. The word reverberated in his head continuously since he had witnessed the crime scene being set up at the Senate Building. Dagon had been too slow in his investigation, too tardy, too distracted even; if only he was a drop better, quicker and more focused then maybe they wouldn't be where they were now.

The freshly minted Knight had only himself to blame.

"Elusive, isn't he, Sir?"

"Hmm?"

"Master Karis, Sir. It's been well over a week and you've yet to find a trace of him."

Dagon's hands rubbed his tired eyes. Trying to find Ryv was a fool's gambit and he'd known it from the start.

"The Underworld is his home, Arthur. All I've learned about it, about crimefighting, investigating, I've learned from him. But it's not my home. I was merely adopted by it. He.. he was born in it. Shaped by it."

"A friend of darkness, if I may poetically express myself, Sir - could the allegations be true then?"

"No. Not a chance." he replied sharply. Was Dagon perhaps blinding himself deliberately?

"I understand, Sir. In that case - is there no ally you could seek out to aid you, Sir?"

The Jedi shook his head, "Only one's got the knack to track but...." Bernard Bernard . Jedi. Alliance Marshall. Friend. Cold enough to turn the twin suns of Tatooine into popsicles, though. The Arkanian Jedi had seen a Jedi fall more than once. Lanik, Zaavik. His judgment could be clouded but the same could be said about Dagon's.

A blast of fatigue escaped his lips, "...I don't know." he stared into nothing for a bit, pieces of memories from Krayiss II resurfacing before Dagon shook his head.

"Meeting's starting now, isn't it?"

"Yes, Sir - the uplink is secure. Projecting the feed now."

Dagon leaned forward as the viewscreen on the wall lit to life with real-time feedback from the closed Senatorial meeting on the New Jedi Order. His features turned sour the moment he saw Senator DARKCOM DARKCOM step up first to talk without a hint of reluctance. Some time ago, Dagon and Ilian had ventured to the so-called Holy City of the Brotherhood of the Maw and saved the imprisoned ex-Jedi turned Senator.

Cold. Frigid cold ran across his spine as the politician opened his mouth to speak.

And convict.

 
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As The Mongrel paced, overseeing the transfer of supplies, he heard the tap of steps on the refinery walkway behind him. He turned to behold a young woman, barely more than a girl, approaching him. Willowy and much shorter than he was, she didn't look like a warrior... but the marauder leader knew better. Though he did not possess the "Force" magic of the Ren and Jedi, he had learned to be fairly good at recognizing those who wielded its power, and he felt certain that this young woman was among them. She was no Knight of Ren or Sorcerer of Rhand, though; he had met enough to know.

So what Force-mage tradition did she follow, then? The Brotherhood had, over the course of its conquests, drawn in warriors and priests from countless traditions, all serving together to bolster the strength of their raiders and warlords. She could have come from any one of them. But The Mongrel had been around long enough, and was deeply enough involved in the operations of the Brotherhood as a whole, to have heard other rumors. These rumors whispered of a secret "new order" devoted to the Dark Voice, an order that had driven the destruction of the eastern Sith regimes for their own ends.

He had no way to know... but he suspected.

As such, The Mongrel afforded the young woman the respect he would afford any warlord; she might not look like she could stand up to him in a fight, but if she was one of the secret servants of the Dark Voice, she was probably more powerful and influential than she appeared. "Good," he replied, offering her an approving nod. "If the Alliance arrives while the loading is still underway, we will hold them. We have done it before. We fought them on Outlander Station, and escaped with their traders' cargoes. We made them bleed on Ilum, and we escaped with our kyber crystals."

The marauder grinned, though the expression was lost behind the durasteel mask fused to his face. "We are both fiercer and more willing to sacrifice than they are, and that will always be our advantage." The warriors of the Brotherhood would gladly lay down their lives to ensure that the Maw's greater purpose was served. Time and again they had forced the Jedi and their allies to climb over mountains of corpses before they could attempt to prevent the Brotherhood's true plans; though the losses stung, forcing them to stick to raids over all-out conquest, the Dark Voice's designs were served.

As if in answer, The Mongrel heard the sounds of blasterfire breaking out at the edge of the refinery platform. His cybernetic visor, amplifying his vision and shielding his eyes, allowed him to zoom in on the disturbance as if looking through macrobinoculars. There, across the open walkways, he spotted an exchange of laser bolts... and the telltale glow of a lightsaber, its golden blade just barely discernible against the backdrop of orange clouds. The marauder warleader did not question how the Jedi-led strike team had slipped past their outer defenses so easily, landing a force before the Maw could react.

He had long since learned that the Jedi had few limitations.

"The time has already come," The Mongrel growled, his metallic face mask grotesquely distorting the sound into a snarling, tinny echo. "Come. We will drown them in blood." He drew forth his trusty scattergun and patted his satchel of anti-Jedi gadgets, steeling himself for another difficult battle - against the Force-mages of the Alliance, there was no other kind. Still, perhaps this would be the time he finally took a lightsaber as a trophy. And no matter what, it would be interesting to see how this young woman fared in the battle, and to gather more information about whom exactly she served.

With a button press, The Mongrel triggered the facility's alarm system, setting the Brotherhood defenders scrambling to their positions. Overseers waded in among the slaves with shock whips, forcing them to move faster. The refinery platform had been discovered, and if a full Alliance military fleet wasn't already here, it was surely on the way. The time had come to pack up everything that could be moved and transport it back to the Maw's domain, preventing it from falling (or falling back, in the case of the many stolen supplies) into Alliance hands. Until all was ready, they would fight.

Racking his scattergun, The Mongrel headed for the battle.
 
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"M1-NI!! Did you not do the repairs to the hyperdrive?! Or any of the cleaning of scorch marks or the complete mess of the engines like I asked you to?!" Kat was furious with the droid, she had left him in charge of the maintenance of the ship all morning while she sorted herself out and made sure she was geared up and ready for mission and now she was staring incredulous at the droid as her ship looked like it had been through major combat and never been cleaned once! What would Master Locke say about the lack of care given to the starfighter?! She knew that Allyson had a love for piloting, most Corellians did but it was also a common interest for the two, while Kat loved the mechanic/engineering side of ships, seeing a ship in the hands of an expert was always something Kat admired and wished she could do.

Looking down at the tiny astromech, Kat sighed and lowered herself to be at eye level, "just, next time, please do as I ask? I just would have liked to impress Master Locke with a nice clean, tidy ship instead of this mess... Though not sure if she would even see the ship... Gah!" Kat shook her head, she needed to stop thinking about doing things for other people, it was not healthy or what people wanted. Her white hair fell down in long lazy curls as she grabbed her helmet and put it on. "Right lets get to the location and help out the GA best we can!" Tapping M1-NI on the head as she jumped into the cockpit and started the engines.

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Arriving on time, Kat left the helmet in the cockpit and straightened out her cropped leather jacket as she headed towards the meeting point that had been set. Kat was curious what she would be doing for the mission but hoping she could get a chance to pick at a mentor's brain about a few life decisions that she had been struggling with and get some guidance. If there was a chance, with Allyson, Kat knew that missions could range from simple to complex, the spy loved to keep things interesting.
 


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//: Kril'Dor //:
//: Undisclosed Location //:
//: Kat Decoria Kat Decoria //: Marlon Sularen Marlon Sularen //: Grand Moff Vel'alari //:
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An encrypted message relayed through the SIA network ending finally into a small device. Looking down, Allyson examined the message, only seeing that the network could only pick up small bits of the message. The sender was careful with their work, but there was enough information within the encryption to know a location. Allyson wasn't keen on bringing someone along. But with her new seat as the Shadow of Knowledge - it made sense for her to start fostering the Jedi Shadows.

With an exasperated sigh, she figured the mission would be best for a technomancer like herself. Times like this, she had wished Zaavik didn't have his head up his rear end. Despite how well they worked together, it didn't mean it would be an easy mission. Pondering, Allyson knew of one other and quickly made the call.

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Allyson leaned against an adjacent wall to the hanger that Kat had landed in. The girl always had a knack for piloting, remembering the awkward moment in the last cockpit they shared. As the fighter landed, the sleek care that Kat had given it was impressive, and Allyson smiled with a nod. There was a possibility that the Corellian would give in and compliment the girl.

It didn't take long for Kat to appear; Allyson couldn't help but chuckle under her breath seeing the girl in the leather jacket. It seemed the leather jackets were really a trend with the younger crowd. She's not a kid anymore. Allyson reminded herself. She couldn't coddle Kat on the mission or keep any information from her. Allyson needed to treat her like an adult, especially if Kat was going to be someone the Corellian could rely on.

Running her slender fingers through the mess of brown hair, Allyson smiled and called out to the Echani. "Hey, Kat - been awhile." Her voice light and playful despite the reason for her calling the girl.

"Ship looks good." Allyson admired the fighter with a smile - being the daughter of a Corellian shipmaker did that to you. Her ponytail finished and swayed slightly after her fingers ran carefully through it - making sure no tangles ruined the look. "I really appreciate you coming out; I got a mess on my hands and needed someone with some tech-savvy skills. You my girl for this?" She grinned and nudged the Echani's shoulder with her fist. "We can catch up after the quick briefing," Allyson continued with her explanation. "Picked up an encrypted message - someone is meeting someone nearby - something about a shadow association. So we're gonna do some watching to see one, who it is, two, who they're meeting, and what shadow association they work for." Allyson piano tapped her lips as she thought.

"Shouldn't be too hard, but if it's anyone on a wanted list - I might take a shot - you going to be okay with that?"
 
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Tags: Allyson Locke Allyson Locke | Marlon Sularen Marlon Sularen | Grand Moff Vel'alari
Objective: Keeping it together!

Damn. Damn, damn, damn. Maybe throw in an extra fething damn to end it all, Allyson was right there as she landed waiting for her. Kat had helmet hair, her ship was a mess, why did the universe hate her so much? Just once, just once, couldn't she look good or cool while around Allyson? Internally letting out a massive sigh, Kat decided to try acting chill and not worrying over the minor things. She offered a smile and then in her mind what was a casual wave with a serious look on her face as she walked over became in reality a massive, very awkward wave and utter confusion as Kat stared at her body just completely going wonky and weird. Grrrrr! Get it together Kat! Here for mission! Here for mission!

The compliment to her ship caught Kat off guard, she did not think her ship looked that reasonable at all, the scorch marks damaged the paint work and there was dust and dents but it was structurally solid and was a ship of her own design. Biting her bottom lip to prevent herself from saying something she would instantly regret, Kat nodded her head. When Allyson asked if Kat was her girl, the Echani felt her knees wobble a little as the punch to her shoulder came, causing her to laugh a bit too much. Kat then internally shook her head and told herself to cool it down fast, "Yeah. Yeah, I got your back Allyson. Always." She offered a smile to Allyson, being able to offer Allyson support and helping her out on a mission was a great chance to show how far she had come.

"Well since we are gunna be spying on some people, best I leave this jacket behind." The leather jacket with all the zips and metal jangled way too much for Kat's liking. Taking it off, Kat was wearing a form fitting tank top, revealing the tattoos cascading down her arms and threw the jacket over to M1-NI, who in her mind would catch it and the moment would look so cool. However, the droid decided to do nothing to help her out and instead the jacket just hit the floor and the droid looked at her confused before it eventually dawning on him and beeping away about how was he meant to read her mind about the jacket.

Looking back over to Allyson there was a red tint to her very pale cheeks, "sure, makes sense to see what is going on. Is there any idea on how dangerous these people will be?" When Allyson mentioned about possibly needing to kill them, she bit her lip in deep thought, was she okay with killing someone? "I... I would never stop you, I just don't know if I could because I won't know how dangerous they are but if there is a fight. I got your back and will defend us best I can." Kat was honest, she didn't know much about the situation were they wanted for spice and dodgy dealings or were they slave traffickers and murderers? Perhaps she was just overthinking this again.
 
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Location: Krill Dor, Tibanna Platform
Objective: 2
Allies: The Mongrel The Mongrel , Astrea Astrea
Enemies: None, Gimmie Jedi to fight!!!


The Master of Knights of Ren stood at the ready. Surrounded by nothing but platforms, and nothing but orange clouds around them. The Maw's power had been steadily growing since Csilla, with the cataclysm yet another move that emboldened them. Those that were skeptical actually started to believe the nihilistic views of the Maw. On how the path towards the maw will be stained with both blood and salvation. Even in his hunt to uncover the truth behind the man known as Solipsis. He still did his part, even if it were to act as if he himself was muscle. He was here on this platform to make sure the transport of fresh Tibanna went smoothly. It goes without saying that Kyrel had helped himself to some of the workers, butchering and eating them like they were cattle. Some of the buildings on which he had helped himself to his insatiable bloodlust. Some of the walls were stained with blood and limbs of his victims. Yet the barbarians of the Maw didn't pay any mind to the carnage. Death was seen as a blessing of sorts to them. So they only continued as if nothing happened.

Those that did remain the on the platform, for most intents and purposes were inconsequential to the operation. Realistically speaking he hoped it would draw the Jedi to him. In hopes that he could satiate his hunger on the flesh of the Jedi. Force Sensitive blood he found in his undead form, to be most revitalizing. Beyond that he found it was the thrill of the kill that had often found the most exciting. He stood alone, while observing the endless vapor of the clouds. Be it if it was clouds or just Tibanna in this horizon of nothing. His hand gripped tightly to his saber, almost eager to activate the blade once more.

He could feel that they were coming, but how long it would take was something else entirely. He paced back and forth close to the edge of the platform. As if both in frustration and boredom. He was eager for a fight that would at the very least cure his boredom, lest he starts going on something to munch on. Of course that would mean playing a tedious game of hide and seek instead. Something of which he wasn't in the mood for. He was in the mood of bashing his blade against that of his foe. To see the look of defeat before taking that first big bite. Such a thought made his mouth water. His blade activating as his senses grew even more wild. Feeling his foes and yet not knowing where they would come from. As if saving some pathetic maggots of this Tibanna platform would change anything.
 


KRIL'DOR , MID RIM
Within Mawite Occupied Platform
Objective | Secure Platform & Meet with Vel'alari


The Alarms caught the Grand Overseer off-guard as he nearly fell from his seat when they went off. This soon? Sularen thought to himself. There were no reports of any Vessel coming near the Platform and now suddenly the Facility was underattack with the enemy having presumably slipped through the outer defenses . Then on the Datapad attached to Sularen's Command Chair the face of Colonel Rackham who at this point had essentially become Sularen's Personal Aide , appeared with the Politorate Colonel moving forth to address his superior. "What the hell is going on Colonel" Sularen asked almost immediately , a bit confused as to what was going on.

"Grand Overseer sir , apparently there has been a security breach. A GADF Strike Force led by a Jedi have managed to somehow bypass our outer defenses and are now headed towards the Command Center , however the Bloodsworn have already moved in to intercept the intruders and will soon push them back." the Colonel said in response. "This ain't enough" Sularen said. "Our position is already compromised and who knows if more GADF Strike Teams are on their way or already on site. Has Vel'alari arrived yet , Colonel?" the Colonel shook his head in response. "As of now we have no indication that Grand Moff Vel'alari has arrived at Kril'Dor. But Sir with all due respect , is it really necessary to hold this meeting with Vel'alari? And out here out of all places?. The Facility is crawling with Mawites and the Grand Moff has shown to be extremely opposed to them with our intelligence indicating that she intends to personally led a punitive expedition against the Maw"

While requesting a meeting with Vel'alari here on Kril'Dor was risky , the Grand Moff of Bilbringi was already seemingly starting to lean away from Sularen especially with her recent acts on Byss , her failure to appear at the Tsoss Beacon Summit and her intent to retaliate against the Maw. This meeting was meant as a means to test Vel'alari's Loyalty and Commitment to the Shadow Association , according to the Grand Overseer there were three outcomes to this meeting : Number One , Vel'alari does not show up indicating that she is trying to distance herself from Sularen , Number Two , Vel'alari shows up but in support of the GADF Task Force against the Maw , indicating that either she is aware of Sularen's ties to the Maw and has turned on him or that she is trying to further distance herself from Sularen and align herself with Galactic Alliance and Three , Vel'alari shows up to meet with Sularen. So far it seemed like the First Outcome was more likely although if Sularen's plan to recruit Vel'alari into the Final Dawn was going to work he needed to establish contact with the Grand Moff one way or another.

Sularen then responded to the Colonel. "Do not worry Colonel. This is all part of the plan. We need to ensure that we can still trust Vel'alari. Despite the risk , seeking her out way over here at Kril'Dor is the best way to test her commitment to the Shadow Association. Regardless if she does not show up or shows up in support of the GADF then we will assume that she has turned against us or is further distancing herself from us and we will deal with her accordingly. In the meantime , issue an order to the
Constitutional Guards and have them remain on high alert. Who knows what other surprises the GADF has in store." and with that Sularen ended the transmission.

Thus Sularen returned to continuing his research on the Bilbringi Imperial Remnant as he awaited for further news on the Grand Moff's arrival. Today would determine the Grand Moff's true allegiance and would determine whether Vel'alari would remain an ally of the Grand Overseer or would soon become yet other enemy on Sularen's Long List of Enemies and Rivals he has accumulated in the past 7 Years. Regardless of the outcome Vel'alari would join the Final Dawn one way or another and Sularen was certain of it after all the Grand Overseer helped Vel'alari consolidate her position on Bilbringi and he could easily take away what he had given to the Self-Proclaimed Grand Moff.



 
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Outbound Flight. That was a name that invoked a lot of history for Coren Starchaser. Not that he had been part of it, no, but as a wayfinder, a literal starchaser, the Jedi Master was interested in knowing what this new group was going to do. The Alliance had resettled the Core worlds but in his time, Coren was from an Alliance around the Rim. And he had grown up between Corellia and Csilla. Between other wayseekers, like himself, Jorus Merrill, and a host of others, there was a mapping of the not-so-Unknown Regions in the past.

What he was interested in was clearly touring that facility, the Outlander Station. He had his own reasons, research purpose wise, but if he could assist in any way to providing maps or ports, to keep the crews safe, he would do his best. He understood there were other reasons to be at Kril’dor today, but there were things that made the older Jedi’s mind excited. Law of the Jedi, well, there were other Orders that could help support.

The assault transport ShortFin had arrived, in order to take that vessel out, and have access to its special updated navigation systems. The Tachyon Rising was more full, but more droids would be able to access the ShortFin. Wearing Jedi robes in gold and navy, markings from the ExplorCorps on his sash, as well as from the various orders he pays respects to.

“Stick close, Porter. I really want to see this thing. Don’t know if we’ll get anyone to speak to us, but perhaps.”
Regardless, Coren wanted to pay a visit to this ship before it left Alliance space.
 

Dalton Crowder

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Dalton was skeptical.

By nature, he tended to be a fairly trusting person, remarkably open for someone who has spent their life in politics, and a believer that everyone is capable of being good. He tended to believe that the pendulum of the galaxy tended to swing towards justice and peace. He tried to come to every Senate action with an open mind.

Presently, however, he was simply skeptical.

He pressed the button to ascend and join the conversation.

"My esteemed colleague calls for Justice with the same breath that he delivers an ultimatum." Dalton spared a single glance for the senator of Epoch, then turned to look at the rest of his colleagues around the chamber. "Words spoken here would ignore any and every iota of good done by the New Jedi Order and focus simply..." He paused to emphasize the word, implicating an oversimplification by the proponents of declaring jurisdiction over the New Jedi Order. "...on the worst aspects. Including making a judgment on a case that has yet to even have a completed investigation."

He took a deep breath, looking at the various pods that made up the body in charge of administering the Galactic Alliance.

"Some of the members of the New Jedi Order are Alliance citizens. As such, they are within our Jurisdiction already. Trying to claim any further jurisdiction, or worse, trying to enforce Jedi and force users to be second-class citizens, is beyond egregious. If we wish to declare our war with the Sith done, that is one thing. We can rescind authorizations for Jedi to utilize the Defense Force, we can separate the two formally." Dalton tended to weigh the options on the table and make the best choice for his people on Hosnian Prime and the Alliance. This, however, wasn't something he'd even be willing to entertain.

 
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Location: Refinery Platform
Tags: The Mongrel The Mongrel Kyrel Ren Kyrel Ren Aaran Tafo Aaran Tafo

The Mongrel spoke of past battles with pride, proving his experience. He'd been fighting the Alliance scum for years and had the battle scars to prove it. She may have had power of her own, but the creature before her could probably break her like a twig. She was definitely interested in seeing the carnage he brought to their enemies.

Fortunately, she did not have long to wait. They were here.

The alarms rang and the slaves moved quicker. The overseers roared and yelled. Feeling for the comforting coldness of her saber hilt, Astrea breathed and tried to quell the nervousness within herself. They were approaching. She could see the whizz in the distance of a lightsaber blade. She could hear the explosions. Just like she had before. The screams of the long-dead filled her ears as her heart pumped, filling her with the sickly-sweet, boiling hot anger that'd driven her to become this.

As she waited with the others, she looked towards a line of slaves, being chastised by their overseer. She calmly approached the whip-holding zealot, moving right up to him.

"Order them to move crates of the refined gas to the support struts," she told him. The overseer sneered at her.

"They're busy gathering the spoils, why don't you just-" the overseer began to snarl, before Astrea slashed her hand through the air, shoving the overseer into the hard metal with a sickening crash.

"Order them to do it. Or I will find an overseer that will." Her quiet voice slashed like a blade through the air, even amidst the distant explosions. The overseer just nodded, holding his bruised head as he scrambled up. Taking the humiliation out on the slaves, he roared her instructions as she returned her attention to the coming forces. Nothing much for it now.

Following in the wake of The Mongrel's advance, she moved along the platform at a measured pace. Firm strides as she kept her eyes cooly on the chaos that drew ever closer. As she moved, as the familiar and comforting hate flooded through her, she knew that this could be the very, very beginning of her revenge.

The more blood was spilled, the better.

The hiss of a lightsaber filled the air as she moved, holding the red, crackling blade beside her, ready for whoever came.


 


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P O W E R
UNKNOWN REGIONS | O'REENIAN GRAND PALACE
HIGH REGENT OF
THE FINAL DAWN

The hologram groaned.

The image flickered, and faded repeatedly but it remained steadfast in the presence of it's suburbanite. The person? The High Regent of the Final Dawn.

In person? Gods no.

The PROXY droid offered both Sularen and Rackham a subdued smile as it fully activated. The body of the Proxy Regent whirred and groaned as it clicked awkwardly towards both men. A nod, followed by a firm acknowledgement of Rackhams salute followed. "Blackmail only works if you don't get caught"

Once again an eerily smile tugged at the corners of the holodroid's lips. "Secure the hallways" The order was not directed to the Constitutional Guard, neither Rackham himself but the crimson clad warriors which served as the pseudo-honor guard of the cultist Vizier's proxy. Under normal circumstances, these elite soldiers would have been replaced by even more elite Palatine Guards, only two of which personally guarded the true High Regent.

"Instruct whatever warships we have in the system to be prepared to depart within a moments notice" He instructed Sularen. "With or without you"

"If the worst happens, and the Alliance discovers our secrets here- you will destroy this droid, and..." He allowed for his Chief Minister to consider his options for if the worst happened.






 


Reckoning.

The Stygian Campaign - the Galactic Alliance’s contribution to the Third Imperial Civic War - had been sold to the public as a simple conflict between light and darkness. An early victory on Korriban and Felucia had garnered public support and lulled the Alliance into believing this would be a quick and decisive campaign.

They’d been wrong, very worng.

The string of defeats, peppered with hard-fought victories, had forced the Alliance and the New Jedi Order to confront realities otherwise unimaginable. Lines had been crossed, missions normally deemed untenable had been approved. In the cold, hard light of victory, someone had to answer for all of it.

When Kaigann Fossk’s motion had been tabled, Tithe and his office had moved quickly to shuttle it to the end of the Senate session. Not to stifle the debate, but rather to get the other business of the Senate out of the way first. Once this particular debate got rolling, his colleague's attention was unlikely to shift to binary loadlifter safety regulation or proposals to establish galactic education standards.

Fossk addressed the assembled Senators, calling for the New Jedi Order to answer for a string of attacks on Senators and what was becoming a worrying trend of their members falling to the dark side. Dalton Crowder countered, citing the brave actions taking by the Jedi in ended the Sith’s tyranny and noting that they were already subject to the laws of the Alliance.

“The Member for Epoch may wish to refer the matter to the Special Committee on Force Affairs, who has, ah, purview, of this topic,” Tithe added. The small committee, staffed by a cross-section of experienced Senators and special interest representatives, conducted oversight for many years and had been established by one of the first motions passed by the then-fledging Senate.

He considered Fossk carefully from the Chancellor’s pod. What was the elder statesman playing at?
 

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“Perhaps.”

The remorseful Jedi spoke under his breath, a look of shame across his face for putting forth such accusations. He knew too well all the New Jedi Order had sacrificed in the all consuming war against the Sith Host. He’d been there in that fight many times, against the One Sith, against the Primeval. He’d seen the fall of Coruscant, the ravaging of Ossus, and rode into battle with the Jedi Lords of Ession at the height of the Reformation.

“Perhaps.. you were referring to the subcommittee consisting of Jedi? Controlled by Jedi interests?”

His head rose, white hair and beard framing his determined face as he gazed upon the high podium.

“As a former member of the Jedi Order, I know the struggles they face first hand. I have faced them, the pull to the Dark Side is strong and takes a strong will alongside a guiding hand to stay true to the Light. If we would stand idly by, the crimes committed by the New Jedi Order would be ignored in favor of heroics? If that is how we are to judge crimes then I call upon past practice, how we judge other alliance citizens and the fairness involved.”

The Epochian shook his head and gestures to the delegates around him, “It sounds ridiculous I know. We cannot ignore the attacks, the deaths, and rampant killings committed in the name of defeating the Sith. The war is over.. what excuse do we have to let it continue? We’ve already had this august body influenced by the Sith not so long ago, what stops the Jedi from doing the same?”

The Elder Jedi sighed, “I ask for us not to treat them as second class citizens but to help them in this time of need, be the guiding hand to bring them back into the fold. I ask to ground them to the temple, re-evaluate their mental states and HELP them. Let us take care of them now.. before it is too late… we have evidence of their crimes right here before you. There are obvious elements of corruption within, let us do the right thing.”

Kaigann reached out to the senate, his voice begging action.

“Please help them.”




 

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