Anti-Sith League - Chapter 1: Compatriots In the East

[Zonia Kalranoos]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L3PAi8lyv34​

​

On board Titania, A Gallactic Alliance Dreadnought cruiser​

SSC space, in orbit around Iego​

​

Spoiler

This thread is intended for SSC/GA leadership. Faction leaders and/or liasons in any combination that results in four players per faction. (Tionne Thanewulf not included) All decisions and conclusions IC have immediate IC effects.

The Extrictarium Nebula was indeed a remarkable sight, a semi-translucent body of gas spanning thousands of lightyears across, bathing the legendary planet Iego in etheral hues of blue and violet. The nebula itself served as a natural cloaking device, charged particules of the cloud jamming all electromagnetic radiation, including transponder signals. As much as it was a beautiful sight to behold, navigating through the nebula was difficult as pilots had to rely on visuals solely to avoid crashing on one of Iego's many moons. The location of the meeting was not coincidental; once both GA and SSC ships entered the nebula, they would effectively disappear in more ways than one. Titania was steadily afloat amidst gaseous substance when a loud beep distracted Thanewulf from her musings. She sat up in her chair and straightened out the ivory dress carefully picked for the occasion, before her finger switched on the comm.

"Go ahead." she voiced, her eyes now skimming the surface of perfectly polished wooden round table dominating the conference room. Ten chairs awaited for their respective occupants. On one side, the emblem of the Alliance. On the other, viewport with vistas of Iego.
"The Silver Sanctum ship has just docked."
"Alright, send them to top deck conference room." the redhead responded, then switched to another channel, one specifically used for on-board communication - "They are here."
The Hapan rose from her seat and made way to the entrance to greet the members of SSC and introduce them to the leaders of the Alliance. Today they would lay the foundations of the Anti-Sith league, the last attempt to prevent One Sith from extending their dark tendrils from the Core and into the Outer Rim.

 

[Jacen Voidstalker]

Anti-Sith League. Jacen rolled the name over in his mind, testing its sound before he would actually have to say it out loud. He hated it; it was a dreadful name. Yet Jacen was exceedingly pleased to be here. This was almost exactly what he had requested at the Convocation all those months ago: no High Council, just a number of forums for representatives of the Orders to hammer out the key issues.

He was grateful that the red haired hapan had taken the initiative and started events rolling. With any luck she'd also keep the meeting moving at a reasonable pace. Jacen was used to the decision making cycle of the military. Coming out second best in operational tempo allowed the enemy to operate within your own cycle and undermine a superior force. The last council meeting had taken enough hot hair to fill a cruiser just to introduce the people at the table.

He'd met a few members of the Silver Coalition now and he found them quite agreeable. They seemed to have pragmatic heads on their shoulders. The New Jedi Order of the Alliance was a careful balance of practical and traditional. They knew the decision making process had to be streamlined, their members trained for war. Yet all knew that they had to width old the traditions they stood for. To become the Sith to win the war would mean losing before even the first blow had been struck.

"Knight Thanewulf," Jacen said formally with a brief nod of the head as he stepped into the conference room. "Excellent view," he remarked, seeing the view through the screen. Nebulae were far more faint than most expected. Many of the images people were fond of were a myriad of false colours that represented bands of light well outside the spectral range of the human eye. With the ship inside the heart of the phenomena, the view was still exceptional.

 

[Aela Talith]

Aela wandered through the station with her head tipped high and her eyes slowly searching.

She didn't often become lost, and when she did she was generally able to find her way. Space Stations were an oddity for her, one that she didn't particularly like all that much. There was a curse on her family, and odd little twist of the Force that disallowed them the use of speeders, small ships, and even most repulsor toys. It meant that Aela had a slight...well not phobia of space, but she was rather weary of being caught within its confines. The idea of being trapped up here in a metal death trap?

No, she didn't like that one bit.

It was usually why she had a droid with her, or someone else that could fly a starship. This time however it appeared that she was alone, for the time being anyway, and that made goosebumps prickle up her spine.

She much would have preferred this meeting be held at a temple or perhaps in a large garden. Those would have been much more sensible locations and would have allowed for a lot more wiggle room. Her eyes closed for half a second, her head shaking as she pushed away the odd feeling in the back of her mind. Now was not the time to show weakness, now was the time to show a smile. Her lips perked up, as much as they could, and slowly Aela wound her way around the station.

Eventually she too found the conference room, her steps only a few behind Jacen's.

 

[Gabriel Sionoma]

He had refused the Jedi Marshall rank. But despite that, it didn't change the fact that he was an active entity within the Alliance and the Hounds. A vanguard for the war against the One Sith, he was pleased to receive an invitation to this particular league. Or gathering. Maybe a covenant, or perhaps another alliance or advocacy group extending between all the factions that were interested in the notion of ending this particular threat. The threat that extended throughout the center of the core, reaching out like water through litmus paper, crawling across the expanse via osmosis. Natural inclination towards destruction.

He entered the station in the same manner that he often did, Vanguard armor beneath a Jedi robe. Despite not being a Jedi, he appreciated the clothing and the traditional views it upheld. And the armor, well one never knew what might happen. As he had seen in the Alliance, several people still carried the torch for his punishment, seemingly neverending penitence for the actions of another.

Walking through the station, armored fingers scratched the salt and pepper of a beard as honey brown eyes darted across the walkway. Approaching a wall, he pressed his finger against the location that stated you are here. Dragging across the map, he found the symbol of the conference room and was quickly oriented towards the proper bearing. With a few minutes of wandering, he entered the conference room to see [member="Jacen Voidstalker"] and [member="Aela Talith"]. Giving a nod, he looked towards the woman he recalled from the slave pits of Gos Hutta. He recalled the lightsaber, the feeling of the Solari crystal within hilt. He hadn't known the importance of that item until much later, having taken up the alchemic crafts of trinket and lightsaber construction for idle hobby.

He hadn't recalled that she had been saved from the clutches of Mythos. But she was leading this group, or at least mediating, which seemed to suit the man. Taking a seat, he looked out the view screen quietly, towards the Ash Worlds and the nebula holstered within the region. Steepled fingers found his lips as he waited for the meeting to begin.

[member="Tionne Thanewulf"]​

 

[Tegaea Alcori]

[member="Tionne Thanewulf"] [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"] [member="The Revenant"] [member="Aela Talith"] [member="Jacen Voidstalker"]

As the ship docked Tegaea Alcori mused on her expectations. She knew politics well, having been Exarch and Lady Protector and then a semi-autonomous co-ruler for many years. As she stepped aboard she wondered what angle people would be following. She had not met many of the Galactic Alliance, but from what she had heard and seen they were a more decentralised, more militant form of Jedi. That might well cause some interesting situations with the Coalition…but that was why she was here with Siobhan.

They were met and directed to a conference room where presumably the Galactic Alliance’s leaders would be waiting. As they entered, she looked to her wife.
“Once more we play the political game, love. Let’s hope this time it goes a little better.”

 

[Siobhan Kerrigan]

[member="Tionne Thanewulf"], [member="Tegaea Alcori"], [member="The Revenant"], [member="Aela Talith"], [member="Jacen Voidstalker"]


Contrary to popular belief, the Silver Sanctum Coalition represented a more diverse people than just Jedi. The Silver Jedi were a force of protectors and a vital component of the Coalition, but not the only one. Nor did they rule over it as Jedi Lords, though that might be entertaining to watch. As the name implied, it was a confederation, not a centralised government.


And so Siobhan stepped out of the ship alongside her wife, holding her hand. She had interacted with individual members of the Alliance here and there, Firemane was one of their business partners, both the Coalition and the Alliance had assisted one another in their expansionary ventures. Did this constitute a 'special relationship' between them or some sort of noble Last Alliance to stop the onslaught of the Dark Lord's acolytes? A very cynical person by nature, she was not inclined to let idealism dictate her outlook on politics despite her hatred for Sith.


"It's not Eldorai court politics, so I suppose we won't have to worry about someone trying to poison us, laestra," she spoke to Tegaea, chuckling a bit. Rather than use Basic, she spoke in Eldarai, which probably meant that only Tegs would be able to understand her. "I'm glad you're with me. You're a lot more experienced than I am." Siobhan was by now largely managing Firemane on her own, but her term as Exarch had been quite brief. Moreover, she had a bit of a temper. "Well, let's go see what they have to say. Hopefully the Jedi won't be speechifying and debating their Code too much."

 

[Thurion Heavenshield]

As the SSC shuttle docked with the Galactic Alliance ship Titania, the Grandmaster strode towards the conference room along with the other representatives of the Coalition. There was the power-couple known as [member="Tegaea Alcori"] and her wife [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"], but there was also [member="Ember Rekali"] - a man he unfortunately had little knowledge of other what had been shared through word of mouth. Even so, the man had volunteered to partake in the talks between them and the Alliance, and Thurion could use the help. He wasn't the sole leader of the Coalition, after all; it was a collaborative effort, with talents from across the galaxy lending a hand to make it all come together.

"Sometimes I wonder, Iella, where we'd be were you still here," he thought to himself as the four representatives wandered the hallways until they reached the conference room. Upon entering he was pleased to see the Alliance delegates had already gathered and were awaiting them, meaning the talks could begin without further delay. He instantly recognised [member="Jacen Voidstalker"] after first encountering the Jedi Master during the initial meeting which would give birth to these smaller gatherings. "Jacen," he greeted him with a smile as he shook the man's hand. "I trust you are well since last we spoke?" The other representatives Thurion greeted by way of a humble bow. "Thank you for having us, everyone."

[member="The Revenant"] | [member="Aela Talith"] | [member="Tionne Thanewulf"]​

 

[Ashin Varanin]

Of those slated to attend, Ember knew... Kerrigan. That was about it. His Jedi Council service had been sufficiently long ago that all his children had been alive, and that was saying something. His victories against the Sith hadn't exactly been publicized in most circles. Thus, over the ornate armour of a Clan Father of the Mandalorians, the Dathomiri, and the Vahla, he wore Jedi robes. They smelled faintly of mothballs, and his armour clearly showed his cultural identities even with the helmet off. But Oren, his counselor, distant cousin, and fellow retired Jedi, had insisted that Ember should send the right message. That meant dressing right, for starters.

It also meant that Ember needed to reach out a bit. For a man who led a sector-spanning merchant family -- king of large parts of the Gordian Reach in all but name, longtime landlord of the Jedi Academy on Yavin Four -- he had a tendency for introversion. Meetings drained him; he preferred to plan in private and act alone. He'd learned to tough it out, around the time he'd grown up, but his first instinct was and always would be silence. Hence his greatest secret: the fully renovated Lost City of the Jedi, buried deep under the Yavin jungle, utterly forgotten. A private sanctum, a secret command site, a last redoubt in case disaster beckoned. And maybe, someday, a gift. Should circumstances warrant it.

 

[RC 212]

Location: Da meeting room

Was she slated to appear here? Most certainly not. Vassara was a lost explorer how happened upon some knowledge that lead her directly here. An independent Jedi, she had her hands in just about every pot. The foremost being the Silver Jedi and the Gallactic Alliance. She had served alongside both in some capacity. The enemy of my enemy is my friend.

As a Warden especially, she was obligated to attend such things. To learn how best she could influence and assist the situation as well as protect innocents aross the stars. Still her insight of multiple traditions might help bridge the gap. Or maybe she would just watch and see.

She entered the room silently and took a seat, resting both black glad hands upon the table and folding them....

 

[Catherine Romanov]

Quinn felt so out of the place in the meeting room. Here she was in the meeting room where the meeting between the leadership between the Galactic Alliance and Silver Sanctum Coalition was about to take place to discuss the terms and other important information of the Anti-Sith alliance. Here was so many high ranking masters and other personnel on both sides that seemed to dwarf the padawan on epic proportions. Although her presence here was mainly to accompany her master, [member="Jacen Voidstalker"] and also on invitation by a fellow member of the alliance, [member="Tionne Thanewulf"], she was eager to know what would happen today.

Would an alliance really form between the forces of good against the force of evil? Would a force finally come together to drive back the might of the One Sith back to its corner of the galaxy? Only time would tell, and for now she simply blended into the background as the leaders began to fill the seats near the table, her master being one of the prominent ones seated. She recognised the leader of the Silver Sanctum as he walked in and took a seat as well. Nobody would notice her but her master though, she was a nobody. Simply a new padawan with no heroic feats to speak of. No tales of glory to be shared, unlike the notable characters in the room. The only thing she could do is observe and learn from these betters.

 

[Jacen Voidstalker]

[member="Thurion Heavenshield"][member="Tionne Thanewulf"] [member="Quinn Byrne"] [member="Vassara Raxis"] [member="Ember Rekali"] [member="Thurion Heavenshield"] [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"] [member="Tegaea Alcori"]

“A pleasure again Thurion,” Jacen replied with a broad grin, shaking the offered hand enthusiastically. “Things have been going quite well, in fact I think I’ve only been shot twice since we last met!” he replied.

“I’m not sure who you’ve met before actually. This is Gabriel Sionoma, one of our Masters with a particular insight into the One Sith, this is Aela Talith one of the Marshals of our Jedi Order, and this is Quinn Byrne my padawan,” he explained, nodding towards each in turn. “This is Thurion Heavenshield, Grandmaster of the Silver Jedi,” he said, mostly for Quinn’s benefit.

Jacen’s eyes darted to some of the others who had joined the room, expecting Thruion to introduce them in turn.

 

[Thurion Heavenshield]

Jacen's comment brought a chuckle out of him, and when introduced to the rest of the Alliance representatives he in turn took to introducing his fellow Sanctum members. "Well, the two lovely ladies are none other than [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"] and [member="Tegaea Alcori"]. They run Firemane Industries together, and their influence reaches far amongst their buisness associates. Then we have Master [member="Ember Rekali"], a veteran of the Mandalorians and Jedi High Council alike, and now he offers his wisdom to our cause. We're lucky to have him," he spoke as he gestured to each SSC representative.

Upon taking his seat at the table, Thurion then took notice of the young woman whom Jacen had introduced as being his padawan. She seemed nervous, the poor thing; he would've been too at her age, the only padawan amongst such high-ranking individuals discussing the future of the galaxy. "Excuse me, Padawan Byrne?" he asked to get her attention. "Here," he told her as he presented his lightsaber and casually slid it across the table towards her. "I've noticed a slight delay when activating it. There seems to be some interference I can't put my finger on. Why don't you take a look at it, see what you can find?" He offered her a smile and a wink from where he sat, now twiddling his thumbs. He'd seen such nimble fingers before and knew her to be the tinkering sort, and he figured she'd appreciate having something to do during the meeting.

[member="Jacen Voidstalker"] | [member="Quinn Byrne"] | [member="Vassara Raxis"] | [member="The Revenant"] | [member="Aela Talith"] | [member="Tionne Thanewulf"]​

 

[Zonia Kalranoos]

"Grand Master Rhen extends his regards, Master Raxis. The independents are our eyes and ears in the galaxy. Thank you for finding time and joining on such a short notice." the redhead greeted across the table, before her eyes settled on Lady Kerrigan. The sight of Firemane elicited a warm smile out of the Hapan redhead; it was evident they knew each other from before. Tionne recognized Siobhan's wife from the way she gingerly spoke about her. However, this was not the time for pleasantries; the meeting had to be time-efficient and productive. When everyone took their seats, Tionne rose from her seat to introduce herself briefly and the purpose of the meeting.

"My name is Tionne Thanewulf of the Galactic Alliance." There was no need to mention she was a Jedi by vocation, when nothing in her appearance or demeanor signalled she was part of any Order -"I've summoned you here on initiative and direct request of Chief of State Caita Xan. Thank you all for attending."

Without wasting any more time, the former Jedi Watchman got right to the point. Lights were soon extinguished, leaving the entire council room in relative darkness. A few moments later, a holomap of the galaxy sprung to life above the table, assemblage of planets and stars glowing in silver hues. Someone had gone through the trouble of coloring in spheres of influence of different respective factions, color coding them to distinguish between dark and the light. In the very core of the galaxy, an evergrowing red blotch signified One Sith space, its vile tendrils now extending outwards into the galaxy like a cancer metastasis. Unlike the convocation of Lightsiders, the meeting would be about tactics, not preaching from atop a soap box.

"In a relatively short time, Galactic Alliance had progressed along the Rima trade route;Vandelhelm, Yag'Dhul and now Fondor. With the dominion of Kiffex, we will consolidate our presence at the doorstep of Tapani sector." she stated, then pointed towards the southern part of OS space with a laser beam emitter used for presentations. Trailing along the Khomm-Lujo-Commenor perimeter, Tionne continued -

"Our intention was to bring war to the Sith, to ultimately end their decade long reign in the Core. But we can't stand against them alone. United, we may stand a chance."
The Hapan sat down, then motioned for the protocol droid to approach her. Tarine tea and sweet-sand cookies were to be discreetly served when negotiations would start.
"Jedi Marshalls Talith and Voidstalker will debrief you of Alliance's future plans and hopes and where we see your input, Grandmaster Heavenshield."
She gave the floor to Aela and Jacen, while keeping Gabriel as an ace up the sleeve when the right time comes. The Coalition would then be given a chance to present their progress and plans for further action.

[member="Thurion Heavenshield"] [member="Aela Talith"] [member="Jacen Voidstalker"] [member="The Revenant"] [member="Quinn Byrne"] [member="Vassara Raxis"] [member="Ember Rekali"] [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"] [member="Tegaea Alcori"]

 

[Tegaea Alcori]

[member="Jacen Voidstalker"] [member="Thurion Heavenshield"] [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"] [member="Tionne Thanewulf"] [member="Aela Talith"] [member="Quinn Byrne"] [member="The Revenant"]

Tegaea nodded as each of the Alliance delegates were introduced in turn. They formed an interesting group. It seemed she would be the only non-Force user present. She didn’t like to harp about it, but it seemed that everyone in her family and everyone she dealt with were Force users. So much for majority rules, it seemed genetics did grant one the right to rule.

Still, no point mulling on that. Best to get things going.
“Thank you all for the invitation to this meeting. I do hope we can obtain a mutually beneficial result.”

She waited to hear from the Jedi Marshalls and Thurion before putting forward her ideas.

 

[Siobhan Kerrigan]

[member="Tegaea Alcori"], [member="Jacen Voidstalker"], [member="Thurion Heavenshield"], [member="Tionne Thanewulf"], [member="Aela Talith"], [member="Quinn Byrne"], [member="The Revenant"], [member="Ember Rekali"], [member="Vassara Raxis"]


To be fair, Tegaea had once run Firemane but then let Siobhan take over the corporation and de facto run it on her own. So in that case, it had not been genetics that determined who was in charge. Regardless, it did not escape Siobhan's attention that her wife was the only non-Force-user in the room. Somehow, even the 'light sided', democratic, non-magocratic factions ended up being dominated by space wizards. In any case, pleasantries were exchanged, she took her deat alongside her wife.


The Butcher of Roche gave Ember a respectful nod and Tionne a pleasant smile, but did not waste time with small talk since there was business to be discussed. The lack of moralising and speechifying was a definite improvement over, well, every Jedi Convocation. So the businesslike atmosphere pleased her. "I'm interested in hearing what the Alliance has in mind. Please begin. Unity and a clear strategy will be vital to success," she said, sparing the holomap a glance.


The One Sith Empire looked like a bloated mass of tentacles stretching across the stars. It reminded Siobhan of certain eldritch abominations from bad holovids. The Republic, which had born the brunt of the Sith onslaught, had been reduced to a rump state. A cynical observer might've surmised that some of its neighbours had used it as a meat shield. Siobhan was a very cynical person. She would wait for what the Alliance had to say, then make her own assessment.

 

[Gabriel Sionoma]

Greetings were had, nods were exchanged and where appropriate, hand shakes heralded a sort of anticipated agreeableness. So with that, Gabe took a seat and focused his attention to the red head and her presentation. Pressing fingers together in a steeple, he breathed into his hands as brown eyes watched the details of this meeting. It seemed that it would be based more on the enforcement, instead of simply the rules that allowed enforcement. The convocation had left a sour taste in his mouth, the sort that many had expected. With how well the One Sith worked, despite their common nature, he found it odd that Jedi couldn't do the same so easily.

Seeing the red blotch of the One Sith, Gabriel narrowed his eyes, fighting back the desire to drop his gaze. That was because of him, he thought. He had a hand in such guidance, such strategy and countless defeats against the republic. He may have not been steering, but he was guilty by association.

Taking a cup of tea, he steeped the packet in the boiling water and bounced it, sloshing the slowly changing fluid about. It seems the Marshalls and Grand Master would discuss, others would offer their knowledge when it was needed. Gabe would sit by and enjoy the direction, hoping that this might go along appropriate path. Before, he had seen Jedi turn defensive towards their own failures. He was hoping that wouldn't occur here. Not needing to linger, they merely need address the problem and move on.

He took a cookie and crunched on it, looking around the room.

[member="Thurion Heavenshield"] | [member="Aela Talith"] | [member="Jacen Voidstalker"] [member="Tionne Thanewulf"] | [member="Quinn Byrne"] | [member="Vassara Raxis"] | [member="Ember Rekali"] | [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"] | [member="Tegaea Alcori"]​

 

[Catherine Romanov]

As her master introduced her to the Grandmaster of the Silver Sanctum Jedi, the redhead only saw fit to give a respectful bow. Quinn didn't really know what else to do in the presence of such. Before she had joined the Galactic Alliance as a padawan, she was but a simple scavenger. What the grandmaster did next however took her entirely by surprise. He called for her, which was already a surprise in itself, then slid his lightsaber across the table to her. She got all googly-eyed at the weapon, not completely comprehending what was going on right now. A lightsaber. Not just any lightsaber. The Grandmaster of the Silver Sanctum's lightsaber.

The reason soon came clear as he explained the reason for presenting it to her. There was an interference somewhere in hilt and her task was to find the cause. Quinn had never even used a lightsaber before let alone fix one. This task alone should keep her occupied for quite a while, and she would have none other the [member="Thurion Heavenshield"] to thank for that. Quinn wasn't one to say no to a challenge. She accepted the blade eagerly, and went to work immediately, figuring out how to take the weapon apart, in an attempt to find the cause for what ails the weapon of the Grandmaster.

 

[Aela Talith]

Aela was acutely aware of an eye or two on her, expectant gazes that folded on the Young Marshall.

Most however looked to Jacen. Ironically, he had been made a Marshall after Aela, but the older man was logically the larger point of authority when it came to the representatives of the Galactic Alliance that were attending here. That didn't insult her, it was only natural. For Aela's part she didn't really know much about the Alliance's greater plans against the One Sith. Indeed, she was more of an anvil than the hammer or the blacksmith. More often then not Grand Marshall told her where to strike and Aela struck.

It was easier that way.

Of course that wasn't to say that Aela couldn't think for herself, but she had long learned that keeping herself from politics was the wiser decision.

"The New Jedi Order is planning several strikes against The One Sith." She began, speaking for her own smaller part within the Alliance. "One of the Sith's greatest flaws has always been their naval performance. In recent memory their only true victory was against the Republic's Fleet over Prakith, and even then it was more of a draw than anythings else. We intend to keep pushing this weakness to it's full effect. Myself, as well as several others will be leading strikes against the One Sith's shipyards. Copero, Corellia, Rendili, as well as more covert operations on Coruscant and Empress Teta."

That was it for her part, at least what she had been planning for some time now. Her gaze slowly panned towards [member="Jacen Voidstalker"] for a more detailed plan.

 

[Jacen Voidstalker]

“Unity…” Jacen echoed Kerrigan’s words in an almost sad tone. “That's the key. We have to crack the Sith. I don't mean the Empire, I mean the Sith themselves.”

He looked around the room, noting the determination in every expression. “All of us will fight to the last. We'll stand to the end because it's what's right. It's what we've signed up for.

“The same can't be said for the Sith. They haven't tasted defeat yet. They've romped across the Galaxy and barely stumbled. Do any of you think their loyalty to the Dark Lord will hold out when the kriff hits the fan? We're not going to hit them where they're strongest, we're going to hit them where we can win. When they come back at us we'll make them pay for every metre of ground with blood.

“We're going to hit Lujo in force. There's a Sith research facility and a Temple there. We're going to cleanse them and then fall back. They're big, we're mobile. Just as it once was when they struck for the first time. We need wins. We need them bad. Need to make them look at the peers they so despise or fear and make them think wonder: ‘Are they worth dying for?’”


OOC too many to tag, follow the thread!

 

[Siobhan Kerrigan]

[member="Thurion Heavenshield"], [member="Jacen Voidstalker"], [member="Aela Talith"], [member="Tegaea Alcori"], [member="Tionne Thanewulf"], [member="The Revenant"], [member="Quinn Byrne"]


Siobhan cocked her head slightly when the two Marshals spoke. Marshal was usually an army rank for a high-ranking officer outranking the common general officer. Perhaps the adaptation of it signified that these Jedi strove to be more militant and offensive-minded.


Eyes fell briefly on Marshal Talith as the woman spoke. Siobhan recalled a certain Nemene Talith who had done rather ghastly things to Mia Monroe. But what were the odds of them being related, considering that this was a Galaxy of a million stars? Anyhow, back to the actual plot before this post gets overwhelmned with meta.


"Marshal Talith brings up a good point. It'll be vital to damage the Sith's infrastructure and impede their war industry. Presently the biggest shipyard in the Galaxy, Kuat, is part of their sphere of influence. Likewise riding boldly and well into their strongest fortresses such as Prakith and Coruscant will just be a bloodbath," she spoke. The last Coalition of the Willing had found that out. Mind you, the One Sith had managed to seize Coruscant in a surprise attack, but their successful defence against OP's invasion showed they wouldn't be caught off-guard like that! A fortress was best isolated and encircled, then seized.


"Speaking of naval combat, how strong is the Alliance fleet? The Sith's naval performance has always been flawed and they've never won a true victory, though they have powerful battleships like the Dark Blade-class. Naval battles is an area where the Coalition fleet could contribute. Firemane has been designing the Coalition's warships and could aid the Alliance in the same way. If the Coalition's shipyards cooperated with those in Alliance space, we could significantly augment our naval capability."


Picking up her glass, she took a sip from the water. Personally Siobhan did not intend to go out in a blaze of glory in a grand Crusade. She strongly doubted Tegaed did either. "It's good to hear you want to go on the assault, but we need a concrete plan. When you assault Lujo, do you plan on holding the planet or will this be a hit and fade attack after razing the Temple? The Sith need to be shown to visibly lose ground. They haven't lost a single battle since Camaas, and that was mostly because they used antique ships. Unfortunately, at present the Coalition is blocked from directly invading the Sith on its own, though we can provide allied contingents, logistical and material support."