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Faction [THP] Among the Stars, We Rise


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The world of Empress Teta had once been a jewel of the Core, known for its towering spires, its thriving commerce, and its legacy of culture and power. Now, like much of the Core, it had fallen silent under Imperial occupation.

What wasn't shattered by the fighting was strangled by fear. But beneath the streets and behind shuttered doors, there were still whispers of resistance. Of something stirring in the dark that would one day rise to challenge the occupation.

This was the mission.

A rebel cell had scouted the location weeks ago: an abandoned depot beneath one of the industrial zones. Hidden, off the grid and structurally intact. It could serve as the heart of a new resistance node within the Core. But only if it could be secured, supplied, and kept secret. And only if the people on the ground had the experience to make it real.

For that reason, Kahlil Noble Kahlil Noble and a team from the Hidden Path make a smuggle run into enemy territory to bring blasters, power packs, medkits, encrypted comms, food and other supplies.

  • Avoid detection and find hyperlanes and paths into the Core
  • Get onto Empress Teta without being caught.
  • Reach the rebel base and bring supplies.

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While supplies are enroute, Valery Noble Valery Noble leads the team setting up the base underground. She's gone dark with no official transport or Jedi signature projected outward. Just another civilian, a ghost, stepping into a city under the boot of the Empire. But she knows the terrain. Knows how to organize, defend, and disappear. And she's not coming alone.
  • Join Valery to set up the base.
  • Scout the surroundings for escape routes and begin mapping out the industrial zone.
  • Be ready to help the smugglers bring in supplies.
  • Locate targets on Empress Teta to strike in future raids.


 

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Weapons: Blasters | Lightsabers

The air beneath Empress Teta was dry and stale, carrying the scent of dust, metal, and long-forgotten oil. A broken maintenance light flickered near the ceiling, and emergency power was struggling to keep up with this base's new demands.

Valery stood near one of the old control consoles, stripped of its wiring but still solid enough to lean against. Her eyes scanned the depot, ears tuned to every echo and shift in the tunnel beyond. The place was deep enough to stay off scanners, remote enough to be forgotten, and close enough to key routes that they could move supplies in and people out. If they were careful, it would work.

She exhaled and adjusted the collar of the worn jacket she'd chosen for this run. Her lightsaber was hidden, clipped inside the coat. Her presence in the Force was suppressed. Nothing about her here looked like a Jedi. The outpost wasn't active yet. Its power grid was limited, and it had very few defensive systems.

But that would change.

They were going to build something here. A place to fight from... a small piece of the Network. She glanced toward the tunnel entrance again. Any minute now, the first arrivals could show. Hidden Path members, smugglers or whoever had made it through the blockade and wanted to help.

This was the start of it all.



Open



 
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Lay of the Land
Empress Teta
Underground Temple



Michael, Gabriel, Azrael, Sariel, Raphael, Jeremiel, Connel, Raguel
[Any text in brackets signifies comm-link usage and not face to face conversation]
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Omega Squad: Empress Teta - Operation "Shadow's Rise"
Mission Update – First Phase: Base Setup & Reconnaissance



Location: Empress Teta – Ancient Temple Site (Underground)

Objective: Assist Valery Noble in the establishment of a secret Jedi base beneath the surface of Empress Teta, conduct reconnaissance of the surrounding area, and secure any additional intelligence from local informants.



The deep, subterranean tunnels of Empress Teta felt cold and unwelcoming as Omega Squad moved deeper into the heart of the ancient temple ruins. The low hum of power cells and the occasional flicker of weak lighting illuminated their path, but it was still barely enough to reveal the true scale of the operation underway.

Valery Noble stood at the center of the operation, directing teams of Jedi and engineers who were laying the foundations for what would eventually become a hidden sanctuary. She was calm, her usual commanding presence still undeniable, even beneath the old stone arches of a forgotten past. The weight of the task wasn’t lost on her, but the vision for the future was clear. This would be a new beginning for the Jedi, a place of training, meditation, and preparation for what was to come.

Near her, Connel Vanagor’s presence was still deeply felt, even if he was absent. The shadow of his leadership lingered in the whispers of his name, his wisdom etched into the design of the Temple.

Omega Squad moved with purpose.

Bren "Michael" Alazar, the team leader, had a focused, almost meditative look on his face. Despite the chaotic nature of their mission, he thrived in the thick of it, his mind working constantly to ensure the safety of the team and the success of their objectives.

Gabriel, Sariel, Azrael, Raphael, and Jeremiel had already established a perimeter, scanning the surroundings for any signs of immediate threat. But it wasn’t the blaster fire or enemy soldiers they were worried about—it was the deeper, more insidious dangers of this ancient world. Empress Teta had seen countless generations of conflict, both galactic and internal, and the planet had its own secrets.

As they were unloading supplies and securing the first few chambers of the Temple, a figure cloaked in shadow was brought in. Their movement was silent, deliberate. The team had already gotten wind of someone important in the area, an informant who had once worked closely with Connel. His knowledge could provide the team with critical intel for the ongoing war—but there were risks. They had to keep him under wraps for now, in case enemies were listening.

Jeremiel and Raphael were the ones assigned to escort the informant, who remained hooded and unconscious for the time being. Their roles were clear: no one was to know how he got here. This was part of their stealth operations—no mess, no trail. The rest of the squad gave them a wide berth, and Michael couldn’t help but wonder how many more secrets Connel was keeping from everyone—himself included.

Later: Reconnaissance Mission

Once the informant was secured and safely hidden, Omega Squad geared up for their next phase of the mission: scouting the nearby wilderness of Empress Teta. The terrain outside was treacherous, with dense forests that harbored both hostile wildlife and enemy factions. It wasn’t just about gathering information for Valery’s hidden base; they needed to ensure their position remained undiscovered for as long as possible.

The dense woods outside the ruins were alive with sounds—rustling leaves, snapping branches, and the occasional screech of distant predators. The squad moved in near-perfect unison, scanning every corner and keeping their weapons ready.

Michael’s senses were on high alert, his nerves still buzzing from the tense interaction with the informant. But it wasn’t just the tension that had him on edge—it was the suspicion that they weren’t alone. The Force prickled at the back of his mind.

Keep sharp, everyone, Michael whispered into the comms, his voice steady but low. We’re not the only ones hunting out here.

Sariel, the sniper, had already found a vantage point high up in the trees, his rifle trained on the horizon. His piercing blue visor gleamed as he surveyed the area with careful precision. [We’re not alone,] Sariel muttered, his voice filtered through his helmet. [There’s movement.]

A subtle movement in the dense underbrush caught Michael’s attention, and his heart rate quickened. They were not here to engage unless necessary, but the Force was telling him something was amiss.

[Azrael, can you get eyes on it?] Michael requested, his tone calm but insistent.

Azrael, the team’s demo and tech specialist, scanned the horizon with his enhanced optics, his HUD lighting up with thermal signatures. Nothing yet. But it’s too quiet,] Azrael replied, the tension clear in his voice. [Let’s be ready for anything.]

End of First Phase – Awaiting Recon Results

The atmosphere was thick with anticipation. Omega Squad was trained for missions like this—stealth, recon, and precision. But they knew that even on a mission like this, with a Jedi Temple’s future at stake, nothing was ever truly certain. The shadows were never far, and neither were the enemies waiting to strike.

Now, the squad would wait and observe, ensuring that their next steps would be as calculated as ever. What they uncovered in the wilderness could change the entire course of the operation.


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Tag: Open

Gear: Red Ronto, ZV2 Compact Heavy Blaster Pistol, PGEM "Gravetail" Vibroblade, pack of smokes
The Red Ronto's nav-computer accepted the coordinates sent for Empress Teta. Aboard the vessel were supplies and rebels bound for the hidden base being established in the planet.

They had planned and prepared well. Kahlil Noble Kahlil Noble had managed to acquire false transponders for the smuggling ships. It helped that Lyra had kept her nose clean for quite a while, keeping her freighter off of watch lists. The tall Epicanthix awaited the signal from Master Noble to jump.

One advantage that the Hidden Path had was that no one suspected immediate counterinsurgency. Certainly, the fact that rebel groups were forming was most likely known, even watched. But Valery Noble Valery Noble had urged the fledgling Hidden Path movement to act quickly. Hopefully the imperials were still gloating over their victories, so occupied with wallowing in their pride that they miss what was happening under their noses.

Then the transmission came.

"Here we go..." Lyra announced over the ship comms, crushing out her cig into an ashtray on the console, the asymmetrical ash-filled plate looking suspiciously like a piece broken off of an imperial troopers helmet.

The RA-90 droid in the co-pilot seat scoffed. "I hope you haven't made a big mistake throwing in with this lot..." The digital female voice said snobbily.

Lyra backhanded the droid in the chest, enough to rattle its joints. "Shut your vocalizer..." She hissed under her breath. "These are my friends now..."

RA made a robotic snorting sound. "Friends...when have you ever had any friends?"

Lyra scowled back at the bug-eyed droid. "Well, you sure aren't one." She quipped sharply, then smirked coyly at her co-pilot before shoving the freighter into hyperspace.

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His Light Casts No Shadows
Objective: Transport Refugees and Cargo
Location: Co-Pilot of a VT-49 Decimator "Inquisition"
Tags: Valery Noble Valery Noble | Ran Serys Ran Serys
Equipment: Armor | Lightsaber (Hidden) | Pistol |
Companion: BD-7

The BD unit raced across the ship. It heard my voice as I had called out for it a moment before. My fingers flying over the controls and getting us ready to get out of hyperspace. The viewport filled with racing lights and painted my face and the controls. However, I was talking to who would be my new friend and co-worker for this venture. Knight Serys. After our... time together. We decided that both of us could do this job where we were smuggling in Refugees from the Core worlds to Empress Teta. A location that would be an underground base for the Hidden Path. From there, these refugees could get smuggled out of the Core Worlds and to a different system. Somewhere in Alliance, High Republic or even just out in space where no one faction had a hold on such a planet. At current, we were having a discussion.

"Look, I know that having an older Imperial ship may not work one-hundred percent. But with the Galactic Empire becoming a larger threat, they are going to want to use as many naval ships at their disposal. We got somewhat up to date codes for this."

The discussion? How viable it was to be using an older Imperial vessel to be flying around and entering Empire space, and with the fact that most of the cargo space was filled with refugees that were barely hanging on with what they had. I had done what I could to help keep morale at an okay standard. So I was keeping my voice low so just in case, the civilians wouldn't hear us talking.

"I modified it to fit more passengers and put smuggling compartments into it to hide them if they decide to do a search. Plus, I worked with the Imperial Order years ago. I still have some of their communication traffic. If they question it, we are Rogue Jedi who are trying to join their forces. Joining the winning side because we see how bad of a job they defended the core."

I stood up and nodded to the pilot to keep us on track. Turning around to see Ran in.. Imperial gear was not really on my list of things for this year. My armor I wore was able to modify its look and design to look like a Customized Imperial Knight armor. Red and Black including the old Imperial Order symbol on my shoulder pauldrons. Ran on the other hand, had to forego wearing jedi robes for something that would be a little bit more fitting of the Imperial theme. Which was... interesting.

"Don't forget the naval cap. We need to look the part if they see us. Also very much a side note, Didn't think you could make the imperial uniform look good."
 

Location: Empress Teta


Equipment:
Training Jumpsuit | Lightsaber | Modified DL-27
This felt like home. Hiding in plain sight, secret work in forgotten corners of a city. Illegal, but useful. He'd grown past the life, but falling back on old skills, for something that actually mattered? It felt good.

A broken maintenance light overhead buzzed weakly as Ace slipped in through the tunnel entrance, keeping low out of habit.

His boots barely made a sound as he crossed the floor. He caught Valery Noble Valery Noble by one of the old consoles, dressed in garms he wasn't used to seeing her in. Still though, even though her presence in the Force was muted, her confidence radiated.

Ace walked over, adjusted the strap of his gear-satchel, and glanced up at the flickering light once more.

"Nice place." His tone was dry, but Val knew him enough to know he was teasing. He turned toward her fully, one brow slightly raised. "You got something for me, or are we still in the feeling-it-out phase?"

He wasn't impatient, but he was eager maybe. Ace wasn't here to waste time, not with an Empire breathing down their necks. His gaze lingered on the console beside her. Half-stripped, still dormant. A dozen possibilities flicked through his head already.

Thirty-Three Thirty-Three + OPEN​
 

Lyrrin made his way into view pulling a wagon with actual wheels behind him with an orderly pile of boxes loaded onto it. The Farghul looked over the others that had made their way to the same location, giving all of them a quick tilt of his head before looking towards Valery "You know when you said we were going to build something I'd assume you'd have a few labor droids. But-" he smugly shrugged while rolling his head away. "Knowing that you're utterly helpless, you and your magician friends, without some real normal-know-how and unlimited funding from the Senate... I thought I'd fix that problem." he jutted a thumb back towards his wagon "They're still boxed up but I got them from a totally not rebel front company all the way from Odessen." he paused while hinting that they were sourced from Meteor - one of the companies supply The Hidden Path.

"The droids were probably stolen but that's okay you like crime now." he put his hand up and as he spoke he slowly wiped it across the air as if he was reading a neon sign "Its not criminal activity Lyrrin, we're doing the right thing - says criminal mastermind." clearly Lyrrin was living on this moment to call Valery Noble and her more conscientious companions criminals. Not that it made Lyrrin feel any different about them.
 

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Location: Aboard a VT-49 Decimator "Inquisition" Transport
Tags: Kaleleon Kaleleon

“Save it, Kaleleon,” She pointed a demanding, imperial gloved finger at him. Her tone was tinged in an affectation of annoyance, but what gave the lie away was how her cheeks turned teal with the blush of the flattered. She knew she made the uniform look good. Ran knew she could make a burlap sack look good, if need be.

“I will do without any additional comments on this uniform, if you please.” she said letting herself fall into the navigator’s seat behind the pilot.

“Save for this one,” She said unable to stop herself. “Do I even want to know where you came across a woman’s imperial uniform in my size?” Ran stared at Kaleleon with her eyebrows raised. She might’ve sounded sarcastic but she was very interested in the answer. Not many imperial woman stood upwards of six feet, with less being nearly as muscular as Ran had been. She couldn’t tell if it was the luck of the draw or if one of the men on the shuttle had a type.

“Regardless of that, how much longer do you think it’ll be until we’re cleared to make the entry into hyperspace? I have the coordinates and an obfuscated route to Empress Teta here, ready to go.” She keyed the navigation computer on the left, and finally, finally slapped on the naval cap.


 
His Light Casts No Shadows
Objective: Transport Refugees and Cargo
Location: Co-Pilot of a VT-49 Decimator "Inquisition"
Tags: Valery Noble Valery Noble | Ran Serys Ran Serys
Equipment: Armor | Lightsaber (Hidden) | Pistol |
Companion: BD-7

As soon as that finger was pointed at me like a weapon, I threw my hands up. Open and showing that the comment was meant to be nice. She even used my full first name. Which, normally people shortened to Kale. However, there was a very devilish smile upon my face as her comment lashed out at me with quite a bit of vitriol. A chuckle escaped my lips as she moved to the navigator's chair and sat down. Standing there a moment longer with my hands up almost expecting for her to "quick draw" her finger at me again for the chuckle.


"Just pointing out the obvious. Some guys can't resist a woman in uniform."

She then asked the question of how I was able to procure a uniform in her size. She was a rather taller individual than other Near-humans. Even standing just a bit over my height as well. Just a couple inches though. Moving over to the side of the cockpit, I started some systems checks to make sure everything was good to go. Before returning with my seat with some words directed at her.

"Like I said. Old connections. Plus, we are about the same height. So I got a size slightly bigger to accommodate you."

I turned around in my seat to face her. Swiveling to face the Navigator seat.

"Growing up on a farm, we made our own clothes. So sizing up someone for that, and well... combat training for height and weight or whatever. I have an eye for catching things other's couldn't."

A shrug of the shoulders before spinning back around and putting in the last little bit. Focusing on my tasks while also talking over my shoulder. A light chuckle at the implications of me noticing things about her.

"Didn't want to assume too much of your... proportions. So sorry if its a little tight or loose somewhere."

A mental check of systems. Filtration, making sure that energy levels were good on the readings, even opening up the screen to the cargo holds. Seeing a host of people there. A mix of many people that were worried, scared, and nervous. I clicked a button to send my voice through the ship so all could hear me.

"We will be exiting hyperspace soon. So Everyone needs to be in their positions. Hold onto something for entering realspace."

A soft beeping signal started to go off. Looking up, it was time to exit hyperspace. I threw a couple switches to turn on systems, and activate the engines. Looking over to the captain, I nodded to him. He threw the switch to snap us into real space. The lurch wasn't bad, but not fun either. Some people had never felt this before. Yet here I did deal with it on the near daily now with all of the running around.

"Go ahead and put the coordinates in. We are going to be hailed soon."
 


It was like riding a bike.

Kahlil let out a soft exhale of relief as he sat within the Bastion, currently marked as the Starbird, hands on the controls as he started to configure the run he had planned. Smuggling was something he'd spent so long of his life doing, and after joining the New Jedi he'd hung up such a path. He hadn't lost those skills, though.

He glanced back towards the supplies he had. Boxes here and there, ready to be tucked away as needed for an inspection. Not that he was going to get caught. He hadn't before, that wouldn't change any time soon.

:: I'm transmitting the jump path. Be ready to dive down once you drop, we'll be hitting just outside of atmosphere to avoid sensors. Dive dark, and only kick on your engines once your close to the ground. Should be fun, right? ::

He flashed a brief grin before he hit the throttle for hyperspace. It was time to get to work.

Lyra Zan Lyra Zan | Acier Moonbound Acier Moonbound | @Whoever is helping smuggle


 

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TAGS: Kahlil Noble Kahlil Noble , Lyra Zan Lyra Zan , OPEN (Other Smugglers)

Well, this is exciting...

His first proper, legitimate smuggling run. Despite his usual attire and demeanor leading people to believe otherwise, he actually does not have any experience with smuggling. He's caught and captured a decent number of smugglers for the Alliance, but that was usually more in the cases where the Alliance found out someone was a smuggler, and he merely did the dirty work of tracking them down and detaining them.

But to actually be the one in the cockpit, bringing illegal goods somewhere? Whole new ballgame. Definitely gets the blood pumping.

He was currently riding around in Horizon's Solitude, which with the false transponder given by Kahlil Noble Kahlil Noble , was marked instead as "The Crimson Dawn". Bit too much of an edgy name for his liking, but whatever got him through the sensors.

["I'm transmitting the jump path. Be ready to dive down once you drop, we'll be hitting just outside of atmosphere to avoid sensors. Dive dark, and only kick on your engines once your close to the ground. Should be fun, right?"]

Kahlil's voice come through the comms, and he paid attention to the man's instructions. While he normally is doing whatever he pleases, he knows when it's time to follow the lead of someone else. And with something as risky as smuggling, this was most certainly one of those times. A hand left the steering for a moment, to press on the button of his own comms. "I'm sure it'll be a good ol' time. Read your instructions loud and clear, followin' your lead."

With that out of the way, he hit the throttle for hyperspace. Here we go.

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Tags: @Open
Equipment: Equal Handshake, J.A.M.R, D-37 blaster, Icarus Armor


He'd been on Empress Teta a while now. Skulking around his small command console. He saw Valery Noble Valery Noble by one of the burnt out command consoles, a young man ( Acier Moonbound Acier Moonbound ) talking to her. Vyn had known her by name and rank yes, though mostly through mention by a mutual friend. Vyn had thought about going up to her, thanking her for pulling said person out of his ice bath. Only thought about it. No what Vyn needed to be doing, was anything else. So now he was overseeing a holo-map of the planet that he'd jury rigged. On the map blinking in green dots he had the location of where their smuggling ships would drop out of hyperspace, marked and ready to begin tracking as soon as their slips ruptured within the system.

On top of running logistics for the drop, the former NIO spec-ops member had managed to splice his way into Imperial comms and was currently running a program that would flag any key words which would indicate the jig was up. To most untrained in code, it sounded like huttesse rearranged with nouns and verbs in the wrong places. The program would do most of the heavy lifting thankfully. All of which meant he'd been getting antsy.

"This transmission is a little too strong for comfort. I'm going to take a hike and see if I can't locate an imp radio station nearby." He wasn't really speaking to anyone in particular, the words had been for the room. His own half invitation to any who wanted to come with him, though Vyn guessed Valery was still in earshot. Holstering his blaster which had been decorating the command console like a paperweight he left with a strong step. He knew Connel Vanagor Connel Vanagor and his squad were scouting the woods based on the map he'd established. Vyn would go the other way, heading not into the forest but towards the upper city.

His guess? There was a transmission outpost somewhere directly above them. Vyn had made it onto the planet with basically zero issue. His old credentials seemed to hold up with a little back-end bribery. He made his way upwards into the streets, still not graced with light. People moved about them with a certain dread. It felt like they were on Coruscant itself. The mood was dreary and bleak to say the least.

Stormtroopers walked the streets with impunity. The people however, lacked such a grace. Stalls were being searched, homes tossed. One then came up to Vyn. "Ident code civilian." Vyn glared at him through the polarized helmet. There was a squad maybe more. They'd be done within seconds, it wouldn't even be a challenge to rid the planet of them. However, he realized there was leverage to be had here. His visor retraced, emerald eyes glaring at the trooper. Yeah sure, the NIO was no GE, but they were close enough that if Vyn just played the part he'd probably sell it.

"Get back to your post soldier. You're interrupting an ISB investigating. What is your number trooper, I must include you in my incident report." The stormtrooper looked around a bit panicked. Vyn was appalled, how such incompetent forces managed to take Coruscant was beyond his own understanding. "Is your helmet too tight? Provide your designation or return to your outpost and file the incident report yourself." He remembered overhearing a chain code a few hours before hand while he'd been "acquiring" the comms freqs. "Three-seven-three-esk-nine. Move, you've wasted enough of my time." Vyn shoulder checked the trooper as he passed. He could hear the grumbling of the man with his colleagues, it was a mix of confusion, regret, and worry.

The Iridonian turned the corner and then used his J.A.M.R to jump up onto a cat walk. The plan was to follow the bucket heads back to their outpost, of which he figured the transmissions had been coming from. Bonus points were in store If he could attach a siphon device to the antenna, that report would go no where. And anything else the outpost would send could be ripped from the stream, and then their little cell could provide the outpost with false orders.




 
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Equipment: Blue Witch | Custom Blaster | Personal Datapad

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"Some of us have always liked crime, thank you very much."

Distributor Thirty-Three had ducked out of her impromptu network hub - a collection of terminals jury-rigger together and surrounded by a half-torn bedsheet for privacy - at the mention of droids. She was smiling, but she shot a worried look at Lyrrin and then the Jedi, and fiddled with one of the many miscellaneous bits of tech dangling from her coat. In her mind's eye, she was already cataloging every misfortune a handful of new bodies - mechanical or otherwise - might invite. It had, already, taken her hours to get over the shakes at the idea that more than five other conspirators might know her exact location at any one time. The introduction of a whole host of new walking, talking points of failure did nothing positive for her mental health.

It was enough to drive a girl mad if she didn't get a distraction - there! The silver haired boy, with the world-weary yet hopeful air about him. He was looking at the terminal she'd been working on like he at least half knew what it was, which was more than the slicer could say for most of her compatriots so far.

The slicer pointed her finger, almost accusatory, at the man.

"You. Help me give some Imps a headache?"

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TAGS: Acier Moonbound Acier Moonbound Valery Noble Valery Noble Lyrrin Lyrrin | OPEN
 

Location: Empress Teta


Equipment:
Training Jumpsuit | Lightsaber | Modified DL-27
A Farghul Lyrrin Lyrrin arrived with gifts. Ace didn't greet him verbally, but acknowledged him with a look. Crossing his arms, he watched with a smirk as the Farghul seemed to be giving Valery a hard time. Albeit lightheartedly.

"Not a magician." Ace said, correcting Lyrrin, then letting him continue.

Taking a step back, his gaze studying the ever expanding base. He spotted Vyn Daldoure Vyn Daldoure - recognizing him from the Path's first meeting back on Odessen.

"You. Help me give some Imps a headache?"

Ace blinked, he turned his head just enough to meet her eyes. She was already halfway between a grin and a breakdown, It was a look he'd come to know all too well. He met her grin with his own.

"Sure." he said, shrugging. "Never turn down a chance to ruin an Imps' day."

Taking a half-step forward, his eyes flicked to the makeshift terminal den behind her. It had jury-rigged components, overlapping interface styles, at least three different power standards sharing the same feed. It wasn't pretty, but it was functional. Guess that was all that mattered.

"What're we slicing?" he asked, already shifting the strap off his shoulder. "Power grid? Surveillance feed? Or… pull a thread and see what breaks kind of deal?"

He kept his voice low. Another old habit. Valery was still nearby, Lyrrin was busy with stand-up and Vyn... was gone? Ace shook his head, refocusing on the current task. He just wanted to work.

"Name's Ace, by the way."

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Outfit
Equipment: Lightsaber, Bracelet, vibroknife
Tag:
Kahlil Noble Kahlil Noble

Tigris had to admit. Conducting a smuggling run with her master was far more interesting than shadowing him in the Senate.

Then, her features flattened at the thought. That was all gone now. What had brought them to the point of smuggling was a tragic catastrophe. But the smuggling was also a gear in the machine that would bring hope to the fallen Core.

When Khalil opened his comm to the other ships, Tigris slipped into the Bastion's co-pilot seat next to the jedi master and braced for the jump. Tigris had done a lot of nefarious things in her life, but she followed Kahlil's lead when it came to the smuggling business. She was aware of his past, in some small degree, and knew this was not her master's first rodeo.

At his quip about being fun, Tigris glanced sidelong at him with a smirk. "I'm having fun, master."

 

As she sat in the pilot’s seat, Kara couldn’t shake the feeling of excitement that she was feeling. Not to say parenting didn’t have its own, but this was a degree of it she hadn’t experienced in many years.

The danger, the thrill of quite literally diving into an unknown situation.

Kara hadn’t felt that since she was a teenager herself, becoming a part of a smuggling crew that had taken her under their wing. She had been as green behind the ears as one could be, but the Captain had made sure she got a proper education on not just the world of smuggling, but how to fly a ship too.

Obviously, she wasn’t going to use her personal ship for this mission. Mostly on account for the fact it was filled with all of her and Cass’ stuff. Instead, Kara had opted to fly a ‘spare’ the Hidden Path had available.

A XS Stock Light Freighter, going by the name of ‘Stargazer’ for this smuggling run.

[“Roger that! The jump path has been locked in. Good luck everyone."]

Making sure the final checks were in place, Kara glanced over at her ‘partner in crime’ for this mission. An excitable grin on her face, she gave Aiden a nod to throw the Stargazer into hyperspace.

 
Chief Of Operations for GAL Ltd.


PERSONAL MEMO (Encrypted)

Date: Classified
Location: Empress Teta, Industrial Zone G4-Beta
Encryption Status: Level 9 (Obelisk Protocol Override Active)
Subject: Depot Site Alpha — Hidden Path Expansion Effort



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I’ve been underground for thirteen hours. Water in the lower tunnels is rust-colored. Half the air ducts scream when you breathe near them. The Empire hasn’t touched this place. Probably forgot it existed. That makes it valuable.

The depot is sound — structurally, anyway. It’s buried beneath one of the old industrial zones. No grid signal. No surface signature. Only the rats and ghosts remember it. But it’s big enough.

Quiet enough. Hidden enough.

Valery was right. This can be the node.

We landed the Stellar under a derelict blast gate outside city range — tucked in, cloaked, gone in under sixty seconds. No Imperial scan picked us up. Yet. Had to move fast: low energy offload, magnetic crate anchors, zero comm chatter. Everything dead silent.

Brought what we could:
  • Blasters and power packs
  • Medkits and trauma seals
  • Ration modules
  • Encrypted comms
  • Two atmospheric stabilizers
  • Also one fusion-level dehumidifier that I carried personally, because of course I did

Half of it’s Obelisk gear — stuff we used back when we were building corridors no one was supposed to know existed. The rest is Hidden Path repackaged under old fuel pod labels.

Three techs from Obelisk were with me. Plus local resistors. Good people. Scared, but solid. Some are ex-workers from the refinery district. They knew where to dig.

The real moment came when Valery arrived. No Jedi signature. No theatrics. Just her — walking out of the dark like she’d always been here. She didn’t give orders. Just looked at the map, nodded, and asked where airflow could be rerouted and if we could floodproof the tunnels in case of... well, anything.

She told me to handle it.

So I did.

Crowbar in hand, I spent the next few hours pulling dead clamps and torching rust off pipes that hadn’t been touched since before the Clone Wars. Got soaked in the process. Some kid — one of the local runners — recognized me. Or thought he did.

Asked if I was really a senator. Didn’t lie. Didn’t confirm either. Just said:

Code:
“Was is doing a lot of work in that sentence.”
And went back to fixing what needed fixing.

Some of the others started laughing after that. Not at me. Not mockingly. Just… nervously. Like they weren’t sure if they were allowed to feel something that wasn’t fear. That laugh meant more than anything else today. By the time I finished realigning the old junction grid, we had light in the primary access hall and a backup route spooled through what used to be a flood shaft. We’re calling that Red Lane. If the Imperials breach, Red Lane becomes our exit — or our trap.

Security techs are patching in sensor relays from Obelisk’s old AEGIS system. We had to strip it down — can’t risk hardwired signals — but it’ll give us perimeter coverage within the hour. By tomorrow, we’ll have fallback points, coded lighting, and secure comms.
When the ping came through that Kahlil’s team cleared the inner patrol ring and the cargo’s en route? I didn’t cheer. Didn’t even stop working.

I just smiled.

Barely.

Because this is just the beginning.

We're not building a fortress. We're not building a rebellion. We're building a heartbeat. A reason to keep breathing. A place where “still fighting” doesn’t feel suicidal.

The Empire doesn’t know we’re here yet.

They will. Eventually.

But by the time they feel the pulse, we’ll already be under their skin.
—Thexann


Valery Noble Valery Noble
Code:
This is what he is saying to people, just like a cutaway
 

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Weapons: Blasters | Lightsabers

Valery smirked at Lyrrin Lyrrin and rolled her eyes as he waved his hand through the air with exaggerated flair. "You keep that up and I'm grabbing the laser pointer," she said, brushing past him with a chuckle. "And don't think I won't." She stopped near the terminal where Acier Moonbound Acier Moonbound and Thirty-Three Thirty-Three were already talking, and looked at him directly.

"I've got something for you." She motioned toward the north wall, where one of the old access tunnels ran deeper into the underworks. "There's a sensor array not far from here. It's still connected to the city grid. If we don't deal with it, Imperial scans might start picking up on traffic moving in and out of this base." She met his eyes and nodded.

"I need you to head there, slice the system, and give us a blind spot. Just enough to keep this place from showing up on the wrong screen."
She paused and hummed in thought, "It's guarded, though. Not heavily, but enough to cause problems if you're loud and draw their attention." She let him process it, then turned away and stepped toward one of the darker corners of the depot.

For a moment, she closed her eyes and reached through the Force. All she felt, was one connection. Kahlil Noble Kahlil Noble , her husband, was out there, leading more of the Hidden Path to smuggle supplies into the Deep Core. With a smile tugging at her lips, Valery reached out to him through their bond.

I'm at the base. Everything's holding for now. Be safe on the drop… and hurry back to me. I love you. Her smile lingered for a moment longer before she let the connection settle again.




 

Aiden glanced over from the co-pilot's seat, catching the grin Kara shot him. He smirked and shook his head. "You're way too excited for all this trouble," he said, flicking the last switch into place. His hand moved to the throttle and with a smooth pull, the Stargazer surged forward. The stars stretched out across the viewport, then snapped into the blue swirl of hyperspace.

He leaned back, letting the hum of the ship settle around them. The tension always dropped a little once they were in the jump. Safer, for now.

Staring ahead, his voice came a little softer. "It's good to be working with you again," he said. "Cass'll love hearing all about this one." A small grin tugged at the corner of his mouth.

"Assuming we make it back with all limbs attached."




 

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Location: Aboard a VT-49 Decimator "Inquisition" Transport
Tags: Kaleleon Kaleleon

"No need for apologies or assumptions. You've a good eye, maybe too good. It fits me perfectly." Ran looked over her shoulder through squinting eyes, the eyes of a sceptic, yet still managed a playful smile. "Thank you." She added as she straightened the uniform. A second later Kaleleon switched his viewscreen to the cargo hold. Ran didn't need the force to know the folks there were worried, scared, and nervous. It was written on their faces, and here Ran was having playful conversation. The small smile faded from the knight's face with that thought, still she knew she wasn't wrong for having it. It was a common idea across the galaxy that without pain, there can be no joy. Ran found solace in the idea, but not too much. Being a Jedi only gave the idea more nuance.

"Inputting the coordinates now." Ran informed matter-of-factly as she turned away from the cargo hold camera feed. The pilot acknowledged and began pre-landing procedures as the ship waited to be hailed. Ran spun around in her chair and looked to Kaleleon before closing her eyes in meditation. She focused on the immediate future, on her jedi instincts and senses, and her connection to the force. She could sense no danger, yet there was something on the horizon. If it was a byproduct of the ship's older credentials and codes, she didn't know, but she could feel that before the day was through something would go wrong. Ran just hoped it wouldn't be while innocent folk were packed in the cargo hold. She opened her eyes and gave Kaleleon a look that showed her concern about the situation.

The pilot confirmed they were being hailed, and then looked to Kaleleon. "That was very quick." Ran observed with a hint of caution and warning in her voice. There was more than enough traffic heading into Empress Teta for them to be held up in orbit for a while longer. Ran couldn't help but wonder what had afforded them the express ticket? "I hope your codes are as perfect under scrutiny as this uniform is." She whispered to Kaleleon as she took a position behind him in case the hail turned into a holo. The image of an Imperial Knight and Commissioned Naval Officer would have done a lot if the older vessel came under scrutiny. Good thing too, because for most sentients in the galaxy, image was everything, and imperials often used their image to great effect in throwing their weight around.

 

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