A New Alliance (Liberation of Sullust)

[Mazik Stazi]

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NEMO'S REVENGE​

ALLIANCE CORE FLEET​

MALASTARE SYSTEM - ZERO HOUR​

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"Understood, Chief Sovv. I only wish you could be here to see it in person."

"It's Vice Chancellor Sovv," even as a grainy hologram, the elder Sullustan's sickly pallor was apparent, "And for that reason it is best I remain a silent partner for now."

Fleet Admiral Stazi knew Jaius was right, but still couldn't help but marvel at the statesman's calm. No one had done more for the Sullust independence movement, but now because of politics Sovv would be denied the opportunity to witness its liberation in person. Paying his respects to the New Republic official and terminating their transmission, Mazik could only be glad his hands were not so tied. Rising from the desk in his ready room, he gazed out a viewport at all that remained of the once proud Galactic Alliance Defense Fleet. It would have to be enough.

The Revenge had been forced to spend months in dry dock, repairing the damage inflicted upon her during the Battle for Commenor. But now she was once more ready for action, and the duros admiral had been planning a raid on First Order territory when news had first trickled in from their agents in the SIS and Underground that some kind of catastrophe had afflicted Dosuun. He had dispatched a courier at once to deliver rendezvous coordinates into the hands of General [member="Coren Starchaser"], and then rallied every remaining Alliance warship he could find to his side.

Now, they were poised to strike.

"Admiral on the bridge!"

"As you were," he waved away his senior staff's salutes, singling out his Mon Calamari XO Commander Bashir with a gesture, "Status?"

"The fleet is in position Admiral, just outside Imperial long range sensors. All we need now is to wait for General Starchaser's signal."

"It'll come," Mazik nodded, "It has to come."

Their forward scouts had reported mass confusion on Imperial held worlds. Entire battlegroups were entirely missing, or destroyed by an unknown enemy. There were pockets of stability, entire sectors where Moffs had chosen for any number of reasons to disobey whatever withdrawal order had been passed down from High Command. General Starchaser and his guerilla forces were to launch a covert strike across key surface installations, and knock out the interdiction station in orbit to pave the way for Stazi's arrival.

Then, the true liberation of Sullust would begin.

Objectives

1. Infiltrate the Sullust system under crumbling First Order rule, make contact with local resistance leaders and plan strikes on Imperial military targets.
2. Sneak aboard the system's Keeper Interdiction Platform to sabotage its gravity well generators, or assault the station directly as a distraction for the strike team.
3. Rendezvous with the Core Fleet and prepare for a fullscale invasion of Byllurun.

 

[Silara Varis]

ALLIED THIRD FLEET​

Experimental Warfare Specialists​

Commander: R ADM Silara Varis​

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Entering Marshalling Area​

OBJ: Talk to an Old comrade.​

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[member="Mazik Stazi"]

It had been a long while. She'd hidden herself well among the backwaters of the Outback, working from the shadows to retrain and recruit more able bodied sailors into her fleet. Though the times had changed, she had not. Still with that same fire and vigor, and that same cigarette burning in her left hand, she stood at the helm of ANS Resolute Vengeance II as her XO and Navigation's officer guided the newly rebuilt Allied Third Fleet through the black morass of the deep.

There was a flash as her vessels lurched from the deep, a small flotilla of them breaking off.

"Launch fighters, patrol pattern Aurek."

"Aye Ma'am."

It had been so long since Bespin. She'd redeemed herself for losing that fleet at Skor. They'd fought bravely, but that was not enough for her. No with the First Order now crumbling under their petty squabbles, she was ready to rejoin the fray in earnest.

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No longer would they hide. No longer would they be exiled.​

"We have comms range with Admiral Stazi."

She nodded, taking a deep drag from her cigarette.

"Put him on. Send a call to Admiral [member="Cathul Thuku"] as well. Let her know I request her at my side in this battle, if she'll be so kind."

"Aye Ma'am, relaying now."

Her XO was no longer a simple junior grade Ensign. He'd graduated to Command his own vessel, gone four rotations up against the borders of TKO. Then she'd pulled him back.

"So Colonel Quinn. How do you feel?" She asked, cocking her head towards her longtime friend and Companion.

"Unsure. Last time we faced them toe to toe, we lost a good chunk of the Fleet."

"We always do. Maybe I'm just too aggressive."

"No I've analyzed your past two battles in the sims. Each time, right place right time. Just not enough support."

"Someone has to support the glory chasers Quinn. That's us. We pull through to the end. Got the COS out of Skor in one piece, so we did something right at least."

"Aye, connection is established to Admiral Stazi Ma'am."

She glanced up at a screen above her head and grinned.

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"Admiral, pleasure to see you. Mobilized as soon as we got the call...."​

 

[Coren Starchaser]

Entering Sullust Space​

Strike Force Spear​

It didn't take long for him to respond. The call had gone out and Coren Starchaser had contacted his battlegroup. He was pulling them all to meet his fleet on the way. His own task, according to Fleet Admiral Stazi was exactly the order he was hoping for. As the fleet organized, at the Mid Rim, between Sullust and Kashyyyk, he was reorganizing his strike force. They were tasked with removing the interdiction fields and taking down surface stations. He would have to do something a bit tricky with this move. It meant getting into the system, which was him navigating, and helping to lead several other ships through the folds of hyperspace and towards Sullust. Once there?

He and his team were going for the surface installations that were providing required power to the interdiction stations overhead. He was sure they would get the stations down in time, but anyway, his team had been tasked with escorting the heavy weapons teams. The last time he and @Mishel Noren were on Sullust, they understood the issues that were going to present themselves before reclaiming the homeworld. He knew that it was a matter of waiting, but having the call arrive from the Fleet Admiral? That was the signal he needed.

Stepping into the first of the launching shuttles, his was in the lead and he reached out to the other pilots, not all Jedi, but Force users all the same. He was going to connect them with the Force and use his own skill in instinct astrogation and once the handful of shuttles were clear from the larger ships, they were splitting away with their own tasks. One of the Mon Calamari cruisers held the second wave. While the Coren’s team, Strike Force Spear was moving to the ground, Strike Force Sword was hitting the stations.

They were doing so only a half hour after the call of landing on Sullust. They would be escorted in by several fighter squadrons who were going to grab attention from the stations and the fighters in the area and the goal was to drop the stations interdiction fields. From there? The fleets, lead by the Fleet Admiral were going to strike. But first things first. Disrupting the power long enough to get the second wave landed.

“Hold on.” Coren said as he reached to everyone in the Force. He gave a nod to Mishel, she knew he was going to be a bit drained from this, but s he grabbed the controls, the strike force leapt to hyperspace. A jump that was being constantly updated until the shuttles arrived in Sullust, and as soon as they hit real space, they were depending on cloaking to get to the surface. But that was for another pilot, when they entered, Coren Starchaser had to pull away for a second, and call on the Force to prepare him. But the message went out all the same

Strike Force Spear was landing.​

Ground Teams:
Strike Force Spear heading to the planet, to disrupt the transmissions to the station and set up a beachhead.
Strike Force Sword to the stations, land, disable shuttles, call in the fleet.

 

[Rick Kaloo]

SILVER JEDI SIXTH FLEET - PICKLE RICK DETACHMENT
ALLIES IN SPACE: [member="Mazik Stazi"] | [member="Silara Varis"]

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For this mission, Rick had brought in Pickle Rick herself.​

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It had been deemed safe for the massive battlecruiser to enter the system days prior, shortly following an First Imperial order to retreat from the system. With an enemy presence no longer enforcable, there would be nearly no opposition for Pickle Rick. Sending in another heavy battlecruiser to counter Pickle Rick, shortly after a retreat order, would strain the resources of the Imperials far more than Rick. Consequently, the Alliance Exiles would have total naval superiority.

Pickle Rick lunged forwards through the blue funnel of hyperspace, nearly at the Malastare system. One of Rick's few complaints about his flagship was its slow hyperdrive. It often took Pickle Rick two to five times longer to hop from system to system than the rest of the Sixth Fleet. Consequently, Pickle Rick had often been kept towards the center of the Sixth Fleet, guarding key Silver Jedi worlds. Until today. Pickle Rick alone left the Sixth Fleet behind, while command transferred to the similarly sized supercarrier Valor.

Onboard Pickle Rick's massive command bridge, easily the size of a CR90 corvette, Rick Kaloo sat in his command chair, pondering for the fourth time the order of battle. Suddenly, a call rang out from behind him.

"Sir, we're on the Alliance naval force frequency now."

Rick approached Pickle Rick's large holotransmitter slowly, before beginning his first communications with the GADF in nearly three years, when he had taken his fleet and fled into the Outer Rim after the original Alliance crumbled.

"It's good to be back."

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[Cathul Thuku]

Location: Terminus -> Asmeru

"The First Order will never suspect us making a run for Asmeru, not after the events of Terminus: they'd rather expect us to thrust through Yalara or Effekt to the west, or even through the Metharian Nebula. I'd rather make a feint to evade the brunt of the First Order remnant patrols in this region, which we know are focused on Elrood to the south, and on Yalara and Effekt to the west"

"Incoming transmission from Varis"

"Admiral, pleasure to see you. Mobilized as soon as we got the call...."

"After Terminus, and the Ssu-ruuvi, the First Order no longer has the same ability to engage us in orbit as it had on Skor, but don't let the recent turn of events cause you to let your guard down. But perhaps Therapy Command could draw some of the enemy fleets away from Sullust and on Asmeru"

With Therapy Command in its diminished state, it was prudent to make a feint. To make more than one jump from Terminus to Sullust. Even though it was tempting to avenge the Metharian Nebula, for some reason, the Alliance-in-Exile's powers-that-be decided to liberate Sullust from the First Order's remnant subfaction in control. Yes, it was the Alliance's former capital when it was an established government. But her last posting on Sullust was rather unpleasant: because of a droid revolt, which later led to the battle of Tartarus, there were thousands of dead innocents. Plus [member="Silara Varis"] suffered such heavy losses on Skor that her unit was unable to fight on Terminus when the First Order attacked. Yet, somehow, with Nagai willing to enter the Navy - and not just as security personnel - the bottleneck to lick their wounds was no longer a question of crew. Not when most ships still remaining in the Core Fleet and other units associated with the AiE were not that big to begin with. Once again, it was a question of ammunition, and hopefully it will work. And, as usual, even though the survivability of individual fighters has increased somewhat, heavy ordnance was loaded onboard fighters while en route to Asmeru. The dream was still alive, and she prayed that complications would be kept to a minimum. How much of the enemy fleet would be diverted to Asmeru, if any, she wouldn't know just yet.

 

[RC 212]

[member="Mazik Stazi"] [member="Coren Starchaser"]

MALASTARE SYSTEM - ZERO HOUR​

ANS Arbiter​

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Time flowed in waves. Empires rose and Empires fell. With the death of Natasi Fortan, the political will of the First Order had been considerably weakened. It was something they'd used to their advantage for weeks before the strike. Special teams had been dispatched in plain cloths to sow dissent, and pass Federalist-Alliance literature. Hopefully it would come to culminate when they ended the illegal occupation of the world that was once a crown jewel.

From the head of the re-dubbed ANS Arbiter, the former hardcore militant Admiral had new duty.

Advisor, and political aid to the cause.

Whilst the Chief of State might not be here to oversee what happened here, ANS Arbiter and her staff hung just out of range, near the Core Fleets rear with a line open and cameras recording.

This day was meant to be recorded. It'll make great political fare.​

"We're all eyes open M'lady," Her Aid Jaxson reported. He was Corellian, a shrewd strategist with dark slicked back hair. She was clad ina white robe and black jumpsuit that clashed horribly with the soft crash chair she as perched in. One had reached for a decanter of whiskey, and poured the amber liquid into crystal glasses. She handed one off to her aid.

"To the Alliance then, and the Federalist Party."

"Aye!"

They clinked glasses aboard the bridge, bathed in the blue and red lights of the monitors as staff and Officers ran to and from their stations, monitoring everything.

"Do you think the Psyop worked?"

She raised an eyebrow and took a sip, rising to stand beside him on the catwalk, glass held in both hands.

"We can only hope. Today the Alliance has chance if we do it right. A chance to be born again, to bring true Light and Military Power back to the verse."

"Think Sovv and his Staff will have objections?"

"Naturally. The Sullustan was hawk for a time though. So hopefully that scores us brownie points. Besides if it doesn't they'll always be another angle to play. I'm more worried about the financial state of the Alliance than anything. Running and gunning so long has drained down our treasury severely."

"Ma'am, first launch is away."

"Excellent. Give Admiral Stazi my regards and wish him luck. Please remind him that if he needs us, I still know how to operate a Star Destroyer in battle, though I'd prefer it not come to that. Schedule a meeting for us later too if you will. Once this wraps up, I'd like to see the Advisory Council convene on the surface to hammer out some...details."

"You think this is a done deal then?"

She smirked.

"Of course. The First Order is soon finished, and their vileness with them."

 

[Rayf Vigil]

TR-20 X-WING​

STRIKE FORCE SWORD​

SULLUST SYSTEM - ZERO HOUR​

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"Rogue Leader to Sword Wing, listen up everyone," decades of experience kept the nerves from his voice, and Rayf doled out a last minute briefing with his usual Corellian drawl, "Won't be long now before we trip their sensor net. As far as they know this is just a raid. We'll do some damage to the station if we can but our primary objective is to draw out their TIE complement so its all clear for the landing parties."

Running through a final diagnostic check on his targeting computer, Commander Vigil boosted ahead in formation, taking back lead from his wingman Lieutenant [member="Cuan Kunn"]. It felt good to be back in the saddle again, it felt better now that he could finally see some light on the horizon. The past few years it had felt like even when they won they lost. No matter how many victories they scored against the Sith Empire or the First Order, they were still homeless and on the run, forced to hide out in the Outer Rim and make some kinda life for themselves on the fringes.

But now, now everything was about to change again.

"I hear you, R9!" he cheerfully acknowledged his astromech's cheerful bleeps, "Right now I feel like I could take on the whole Empire myself."

As if the proclamation had tempted fate, his X-Wing's short range sensors picked up contacts. Someone had finally noticed they were here, the first wave of interceptors had been scrambled and was now headed straight for their position at full sublight.

"Lock s-foils into attack position," Rayf flipped the safety on his flight stick, "And may the Force be with you."

 

[Van Bri'tsyd]

STRIKE FORCE SWORD
SULLUST SYSTEM - ZERO HOUR
Orbalisk Boarding shuttles - Ice Lords

[member="Rayf Vigil"] - [member="Coren Starchaser"]​

The smoke from his death stick lingered in the recycled air as he look on from the cockpit of the boarding shuttle. Sure was a pretty fleet, damn sight cleaner and more organized then most back in the coalition. X-wing fighters formed up in tight formation in front of them as the three shuttles carrying the Ice lords joined in behind to prepare for their run at the warp jamming station.

Things had been in motion for a while, or at least that was the impression Cody had from the Alliance folks who had hired him. Now with the distablization of the First Order their time table had been sped up and there "unique" services had been called into action. With the offer of some coin, the three shuttles they now flew in, some older bombers, and a share of the spoils they were able to carry away it was enough to make the mission worth it. Without a home or even steady resupply it was just what Cody needed to keep his men armed, provisioned and able.

"Ice Lords to Rogue leader, All boarding craft accounted for and in position."

Cody pulled his hand back from the comm panel, no need for fancy talk or space sorcorers prayers. He knew the mission, as did ever man and woman under his command no matter what planet they hailed from. Now was the deep inhale, the last bit of calm before the cries of war and the thrill of battle. He hated to admit it to himself but deep down he knew, he fething lived for this. A soldier to the end he was ready, or at least he hoped he was.

 

[Cuan Kunn]

The T-20 X-Wing was entering real space. The Sullustan pilot in Rogue Two was just as excited, if not more than the Old Man. Sullust was not only the capital of the Alliance, but it was his homeworld. He was born here, and being pushed aside for the First Order to live there? It was not what he wanted to see. Any of the Imperial types, they didn’t work with the Kunn family motto.

Freedom and Aid

He heard the Old Man talk as he gave the order. “Roger that. TIEs are my favorite!” Flaps said in a broken Basic. Excitement found its way into his hands as he opened his S-Foils and kept pace with his wingman. The X-Wings were the best fighters on the market, and he could see Tiburon Squadron, his previous squadron entering the fray as well, more fighters to distract the fighters from the shuttles.

“I see them, buddy!” He stated and nodded. “Looks like a party coming our way!”

[member="Cody Bantam"]
[member="Rayf Vigil"]

 

[Krenis Skirata]

[member="Coren Starchaser"]

The prison break had been a diversion and had ultimately succeeded at the primary goal. Krenis and his team of ARCs had infiltrated the prison, exfiltrated the asset, and with a band of the Sullustan resistance, slipped away into the caverns and tunnels of Sullust. There they had lived ever since, preparing, gathering intel, and training their operatives. Planets were never liberated in a day. It was foolish to think so. But, the opportunity to utilize a distraction was too big of an opportunity to miss.

So, they had waited, biding their time, and doing little more than evading the patrols sent to hunt them down, and prepare for this day. Nobody had anticipated it would come so soon or so unexpectedly. The exact nature of what allowed this new opportunity had been lost in the First Order holonet. Information was censored enough that they could never know what was actually being said was true or not.

But the message had come through the Underground channels. New callsign. ORION. He hadn't been briefed on its nature, but the data was sound and everything seemed to function smoothly. A strike team was coming in through stealth to disable the power generators for the interdiction stations. His guerilla team had been assigned the task of gathering intel and scouting out the location to rendezvous with the heavy weapons team.

Utilize their local information to ensure the destruction of the power generators. He had with him a band of about eighteen fighters- six ARCs and the rest members of the local Underground that they had trained and prepared for this mission.

They were ready. Krenis sealed the helmet and tightened the ammunition bandolier around his armored torso. It was good to wear the armor again. He had been and always would be an ARC trooper and when it came to bringing freedom and democracy to conquered worlds, that was what he had been created for.

 

[Griet van Vliet]

It seemed that the Resistance cells active on Sullust sent out a set of financial statements with a letter of transmittal asking for tax planning advice, with coordinates for a meeting. Presumably these Resistance folk wanted my assistance for financing. The hard part is getting there, to these coordinates. I could always pass for a civilian accountant to attempt evading the First Order security, or maybe the internal struggles on this planet would mean that perhaps navigating the internal situation would be a better bet. These days, even civilians are allowed to travel armed to the teeth in First Order-land thanks to the Ssu-ruuvi and Sharukan threats lurking around. Plus I can always get my pay from bounties posted by the local underworld, which, by now, seem to focus more on FO personnel, she thought, while preparing for the trip to Sullust. But after the events on Terminus, there were two possibilities: the First Order subfaction active in this region would either recognize her on sight, in which case she's in for scuffles en route to the location designated by the Resistance cell, or that subfaction would actually still believe her to be an ordinary accountant. For now, anyway, she seemed to be headed towards a cave.

 

[Damian Starchaser]

Pilots, ship captains, Admirals.... all of them had their job to do. There would be a battle, a war overhead, but for Damian none of that mattered except to serve as a distraction. Among the lava fields and obsidian sand of Sullust the man Damian had arrived. There was a safe house here, not the normal place he would have picked if given the choice, and not nearly as luxurious as the last place he'd stayed with [member="Jerek Zenduu"] that's for sure. Damian wasn't sure about selecting him for this team and was no less dubious of his choice as the lad had suggested his sith girlfriend, [member="Allya Vi'Dreya"], come along for the ride. Damian didn't particular care about the Sith part so much as the girlfriend part, relationships and hormones having an effect he might not have wanted.Of course he himself didn't have room to talk, he'd managed to arrive on planet because of his niece [member="Yula Perl"], a smuggler whose connections he used to get on planet. Still he knew and trusted Yula and the emotional stakes were familiar not romantic.

Oh yes, the safehouse. It was an abandoned loft apartment over a lava drainage canal in one of the underground cities the place was famous, or infamous, for. The area had been largely abandoned do to the formation of a fissure which let the toxic above ground air seep into the cavernous city. Several city blocks where changes of wind required the residents to wear re-breathers when leaving their house had discouraged any growth in the once populous district. Damian wore his mask as he looked down the street at a Chase Fashion outlet which was now abandoned, still the safe room existed and he told the others of the location should the lofts location and designation as a safe house be discovered.

Damian of course wasn't at the loft, but instead on his way to their objective a local secure data center. Their mission was to secure the datacenter and prevent the destruction of valuable information. It wasn’t just military and security secrets that were important to the Alliance in Exile either but the codes to local security and power grids, basic utilities and a slew of other data. Of course the fact that most likely vital military intelligence was also located here meant Damian had a job on his hands.

The facility was a large military structure with roving patrols of Stormtroopers outside of the building and security goond inside. The data center itself was locate on the second highest level structure with concentric layers of security checkpoints, id stations, and needed clearances. The warehouse in the mostly abandoned cavern district twenty meters above the facility has no such defenses….

This was Damian’s plan. Dressed in the garb of the local utility workers who were roaming the district in great numbers trying to fix, repair, and salvage what they could his team would enter the warehouse and with a combination drill and tractorbeam dig down into the facility proper. A straightforward plan, of course straightforward didn’t mean simple. The warehouse in question had been commandeered by a local cartel for use in their nefarious dealings.

The team has separated into two groups of two. Damians team heading to the front where he would cause a distraction, the other team would infiltrate through the back of the facility, set up equipment if they could do so quietly or otherwise help Damian eliminate the guards at the facility before a blaster could be shot and give away the entire venture.

In the utility speeder Damian drove by the facility. The group had scouted six total guards, two rotated at the front door, one at the back and the other three rotated between guard shifts. Damian needed to pull as many of them away from the back as he could to make it easier for the second team.

At the front of the facility parked on the side of the street was a luxurious speeder, no doubt belonging to the highest ranking thug in the building. With a smile Damian knew how to get their attention. He his the acceleration on the utility speeder and looked at his passenger “hold on” he said before slamming right into the fancy sport speeder.

It was never pleasant to get into a wreck. It didn’t matter how prepared or how well practiced you were. Damian stumbled out of the speeder and onto the sidewalk as the two guards approached him with angry and exasperated looks upon their faces. “You idiots!” Damian stood up as best he could, his equilibrium being shot. “What is wrong with you?” moving to the side of the road next to the curb he reached out his hands and indicated the distance between said curb and the speeder. “You’re supposed to park a maximum of six inches from the cub not a minimum.”

Two more from inside appeared in the next instant, including a sullustan make with enough bling that a blind man could have pegged him as the local lieutenant. That left the guard at the back and one other for the second pair to deal with. Damian and friend just needed to hold the attention of one pissed off gangster and his three friends… easy.

 

[Jerek Zenduu]

"Hold on!"

The words came quickly, giving the teen boy barely any time to react before the speeder lurched, slamming into its more stylish cousin ahead. The impact jolted him forward, and he slammed his chest into the console in front of his seat with a loud, "OOF!"

Jerek was still a little dazed by the encounter as he picked himself up, stumbling over the side of the speeder he would have easily vaulted before. He shook his head to try to clear it, breathing in using the moving meditation techniques he had learned. The Force helped calm the throbbing in his head and chest, and a hand moved to the fabric of the utility jumpsuit he wore to examine his sternum. It felt sore but not broken. He nodded an affirmation to himself, soreness would heal.

Meanwhile, [member="Damian Starchaser"] had managed to attract the attention of two, no make that four, very annoyed beings approaching from the warehouse. His partner spy was yelling something insulting at them, which gave time for Jerek to size them up. The two goons from the building's front were sizable, and dressed like bouncers in a high-end nightclub. It was less that they wore suits than the suits wore them, they filled out every inch of the bulging fabric. The blasters they pointed at the pair were the size of Jerek's arm, but somehow still seemed small in their burly palms.

So those were Damian's opponents.

Jerek took a look at the remaining pair, hoping that [member="Yula Perl"] and, more importantly, [member="Allya Vi'Dreya"] were having an easier time of it. The squat Sullustan looked like a Life Day tree in the overhead lighting of the city streets, jewelry sparkled from every centimeter of the creature. He drew the same conclusion that Damian had, figuring this to be the local area boss, and likely the owner of the speeder. Which meant the Sullustan would probably be too busy eyeing the older man to take note of the teen.

The last one, well, it was too late to size up the last one. Jerek was already moving around to flank the Sullustan, pulling up his arm to aim his wrist chrono. A few taps against the holographic interface sent a knock-out dart flying at the fleshy folds of the Sullustan's head, one of the few places that wasn't covered in glittering bling.

Jerek wasn't a particularly violent person, but he couldn't help but feel satisfied by the sound the bedazzled alien made as he hit the ground. The boy couldn't stop to celebrate, however. There were others to take care of, and he was out of darts. Spinning, he turned to face the final of the four, only to find his mouth gaping and the only sound coming out was, "Ohhhh chit."

 

[Allya Vi'Dreya]

Life was strange. Not so long ago, she was just a Sith, a weapon to be used against whatever her father pointed her at. Then, in a not so typical boy meets girl scenario, she ended up with a boyfriend. And time after time, he led her in a different path than she had ever been on. This was just something that helped show the strangeness of her life. Here she was on Sullust, helping the Jedi to free a planet. Damien seemed like an interesting man, she wasn't sure if she trusted him or not, and he clearly had issues with her. However, for men like him, results were what mattered. If she could pull off what she said she could, then he may ease up a bit. And if she couldn't, she would be tossed to the side. It was almost like she was back home. That thought almost made her giggle. However, she had to stay in character.

Up to the warehouse what appeared to be a drunk old man in rags stumbled up to the back door. He clearly had the shakes, and held up a credit chit in uneasy hands. “I-I need another hit boss. Please. I got the chits.” His voice was raspy, needy. The guard laughed and called out to the other patrolling guard. “Got a live one.”

As the man's hands came up however, a sharp needle seemed to come out of it, and the dart flew into the guard's neck. It worked fast, and paralyzed the man's body, he collapsed over, and the old man reached out, and drug the man away from the door and behind the closest dumpster. Quickly a light shone from his hand and it scanned the unconscious guard. When done, the holodisguise around Allya disappeared, It showed off her skintight armor, for just a moment, before it was replaced by the body and face of the first guard. Hand went to her throat, and she adjusted the voice modulator. She grabbed the man's weapon and went back to the door. As she spoke, it was in the original guard's voice. “Ah, got one.”

As the other guard poked his head out of the back, he looked at Allya. “Where did he go? I thought you said you had one. Don't play pranks, I don't care how boring this is. Get back to work.” The other guard turned his back and walked back inside. Now she wished she had gotten the first guard to talk a bit more before all this, but whatever. The girl turned to take out the second guard, so she could try and help Jerek. He was heavily on her mind. Ah well, this wouldn't take long. Frankly, Allya was second in command of the Confederacy's elite commando group. She was special forces. This was pretty normal for a day of work for her. But this time, she was doing something that would make Jerek proud of her! That made her giddy. Time to get to work. She tried to motion for Yula to come on in too.

[member="Jerek Zenduu"]
[member="Damian Starchaser"]
[member="Yula Perl"]

 

[Kahne Porte]

Entering Sullust Space
Strike Force Spear
Tags: [member="Coren Starchaser"]

Was this really happening?

Kahne couldn't help but misunderstand if it was a question or a statement. The call had been put through and Kahne wasn't about to ignore it. He was there the day that everything went bad. When the darkside took their group and turned it into almost nothing. And Coren and a few others were left to lead and pick up the pieces. The Jedi Master said his farewells to his family as he was going back into the fray again. Once he arrived and met up with Coren's group that were partaking in the mission he got more of the details directly from them.

Kahne steadied himself as their commander had requested and he closed his eyes for a moment to center himself with the force. The Jedi Master's eyes opened as he glanced down to his lightsaber for just a second before his eyes reverted back to what they were on before. It was an Alliance Emblem on the patch of a soldiers shoulder. Kahne couldn't help but take a small glance back down at his lightsaber again. While it was just one that he was using for the time being, he thought back on his venture in the caves with [member="Alexandra Russo Porte"] and what he had found, that was just a few weeks ago. He made it a point for himself to begin construction of his new lightsaber. Gathering the components and such was easy, but the real Jewel was the crystal itself.

The Jedi Master took another deep breath and reached out with the force again, focusing on now and the present. The shuttle began to land and he glanced over to Coren. "We really doing this...." Kahne said with a small smirk, this time as he said it, more of a statement than question.

 

[Yula Perl]

Sullust was hot and gross, and Yula didn’t quite understand why someone would want to make this a central location to anything. Maybe the lava pits and poisonous air helped to ward off invaders, but apparently that didn’t deter everyone. Still, she hadn’t been around for the Alliance’s glory days and had only fought against the First Order during the tail end of their collapse. The Alliance in Exile were nothing new to her, not with how well integrated they were into the Outer Rim after the Alliance had fallen.

The operation to retake Sullust hadn’t interested her until one [member="Damian Starchaser"] approached the young smuggler for passage to the planet. Yula certainly obliged him, having drawn some inspiration from the spy who’d been close enough to her family to earn the title of ‘Uncle Damian’. And just like that, she’d been sucked into his plans.

Both she and one [member="Allya Vi'Dreya"] had been tasked with sneaking into the back of a warehouse that was now playing host to a cartel. Damian and [member="Jerek Zenduu"] would be up front, and the two teams planned to dispatch the gangsters and use this building as a base of operations. Yula let out a low whistle as the young Mandalorian morphed into the guard she’d just taken down, voice adjusted to a low tenor and all. What was Metus feeding those kids?

With Allya more than capable of handling herself, the Zeltron was comfortable to hang back against the side of the building, blending in with the duracrete thanks to the photoreactivity of her sniper armor. The laser drill they’d brought along for this mission had been deconstructed, the shaft being strapped to her back for now.

At Allya’s signal, Yula slipped in through the side entrance, the infrared of her HUD burning with the presence of several life forms. “Three in the front, two more to the side behind the crates.” She spoke into the comm frequency that she and Allya were sharing, before entering the warehouse with a flourish.

“Hello, boys!” She called out, no longer intending to blend in and moreso serving as a distraction at this point. Three heads turned toward her—two humans and a Sullustan—looking up from their game of sabacc. They were met quickly with an invisible wave of the Force that Yula had pushed towards them, sending the three men sprawling against the nearest wall and their cards flying everywhere.

 

[Damian Starchaser]

As the men began to crowd Damian he held his hands up showing his open palms, a clear sign of submission in most cultures. The guard’s looked non to pleased with the accident he’d caused and pushed him a few times threateningly. That’s when Jerek made his move, a dart from the chrono he’d given the yute knocking the boss out of play.

Damian shot into action, lowering his hands to grab one of the thugs by the arm pulling him right into an elbow. The body rag dolled a little, not prepared for the blow, and Damian used the momentum to throw him into one of his fellows knocking the pair to the ground. A third came now at Damian swinging with a hard left. Damian didn’t dodge but instead went into the blow blocking and closing the distance to get into a quick clinch. His knee shot up into the thugs abdomen multiple times before he tossed the body away.

The first two thugs were standing now one charging at him and tackling him at the waist. Damian sprawled and used the momentum to slam an elbow into the back of the man's head disorganizing him enough to be hurled aside in time for Damian to charge forward at the second man who was pulling a blaster now.

Speed that only the force could provide gave him an advantage as he wrecked the blaster from the thugs hand in a spinning motion the momentum that carried him being used to elbow the man in the face. The man he threw earlier stepping up and reaching his own weapon was problematic and Damian threw the discarded blaster at the hand of that thug knocking the weapon down and neutralizing both weapons.

Charging and taking the disarmed thug to the ground Damian quickly gained control of the arm and quickly snapped the bone in hand before rolling over to deliver a back fist knocking the man out.

Being on the ground was not to his advantage as the other two approached. One started to stomp as he rolled away from each blow until his body reached the wall. Forced to fight Damian spun on the ground sending his leg into the shin and striking the nerve there sending his opponent to the ground. Rolling again he stood up in a fluid motion and charged at the two standing men, seeing Jerek standing with a confused look on his face, “Throw a bloody punch,” he said a moment before his body collided with the two thugs, another on the ground behind him.
He really hoped Yula and Allya had it easier going through the back door.

[member="Yula Perl"] [member="Allya Vi'Dreya"] [member="Jerek Zenduu"]

 

[Griet van Vliet]

With the various FO subfactions fighting each other as they get more fragmented by the day, effective patrolling of the airspace bacame increasingly problematic to them. So busy they were with the goings-on in orbit, courtesy of various elements, that they weren't noticing a shuttle incoming with her onboard. As the shuttle was being flown near the edge of the cave, she made sure the craft was going to be close enough to the cave's mouth so that, if something goes awry, she could get out quickly. As she landed the shuttle, she made her way into the cave's mouth. The security guards at the cave's mouth were seemingly worried that whatever subfaction is in control on Sullust would have found out their ave hideout, but were somewhat relieved when they saw Griet, who visibly wasn't a Ren, nor a FO stormtrooper. However, it was entirely possible the FOSB was part of the game, so they would still be wary of her, at least for the time being. Nevertheless, she identifies herself as a person the resistance cell asked for, but knew was difficult to find.

"I'm the accountant you sent for"

"Is that it? Is she the accountant you told us would help out with financing?" one of the Resistance members asked, upon seeing Griet. "I digress, but she was foolish enough to engage the Supreme Leader in person on Terminus. I wouldn't want to have her as an accountant"

"You know, for every confirmed kill of FO personnel, we can always try to claim the bounty on it, if you don't mind dealing with the underworld of course, even if it meant delivering each and every body we can find and, of course, we could always loot the corpses if push comes to shove"

 

[Coren Starchaser]

Sullust.

He could taste it, the ash, the fire, the drive.

The Jedi Master and Alliance General was finally entering the airspace he had so desperately missed. As the ships touched down, he was looking at his team and nodded. It was time to get moving. The ships would have a bit of protection for the element of surprise, but the Jedi Master was taking a sip from the assembled’s emotions. The feeling of purpose, of pride, of passion. They were darker emotions, if you were listening to the old Masters, but they were also something different here.

They were focused, they were a cause for celebration. They were a drive and knowledge of what they needed to do. The fact that he was surrounded by Jedi and soldiers again, soldiers with the Alliance emblem on their shoulders? This went a long way to make him feel intent that they were making the right call. A grin came across his face as Kahne had spoken.

“We are. Time to get our home back.” He said in a half breath before standing. Steadying himself as he was still calling on the Force, the General was looking at his team. “We are moving out. Protect the residents, protect the world. If you see First Order members you get them to lay down arms, or you MAKE them lay down arms. We are the tip of the spear. Knock the transmissions out, and get our Fleet into our space again!

“We are the Alliance, and today we retake our world!”

[member="Kahne Porte"]
[member="Mishel Kryze"]
[member="Mazik Stazi"]

 

[Miri O'Hare]

She'd never been to Sullust before.

The racer turned Sith mercenary turned Alliance freedom fighter stood shoulder to shoulder with true blooded patriots. She was an Outer Rim girl, born and raised on a watery world and while the public eye was on Pamarthe for a variety of reasons, they saw little benefit to those glowering eyes. Sure she'd had cousins and relatives fight for the Republic and Galactic Alliance as fighter pilots, but she had family friends that flew the TIEs of the Sith and the starfighters of the Kathol Republic too. Pamarthens didn't care as long as they got paid.

So why was she here? The Sith had treated her fairly enough, and by Pamarthen standards that's all she could ask for. But when she'd been recruited albeit in a small messenger capacity, she'd slowly started to care about these people and every time she stopped by their enclaves and dropped of good and bad news to their families it tugged at her heart. What had they done to deserve this?

The doors of the shuttle opened and she stepped out, unknowingly next to a legend, the light of the Galactic Alliance. It wasn't until she was free of the troops around her that she realized and she straightened up beside her newfound comrades.

“We are the Alliance, and today we retake our world!”

A low shout went up around the group. They were the vanguard and today she helped someone get their home back.

[member="Coren Starchaser"]