Faction Blackout | GH-531 (Jedi Outcasts and Allies)

[Jasper Kai'el]

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GH-531
Tags: Braze , Sergeant Omen , Connel Vanagor , Isobel Serraris , Nitya Xeraic , Althea Voidwalker , Kadann , Catarina Talen , Lestra Thairk , Sakadi Marathi Sinvala , Aris Noble , Novac Lyrikal , (Open to Jedi Outcast Members)

Lightsaber, Refuge, Respite, Jedi Outcasts, Grafted into Stone
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GH-531 is a rocky, windswept world. Once it was a close-held secret of the Galactic Empire of old, the location of a now defunct communication station. In more modern times, it's become a holdout. Previously held in the space of what was the Brotherhood of the Maw, remnants from the Dark Empire who had once followed the destructive path of the Brotherhood retreated to familiar territory. Setting up a small warlord state, they began to raid surrounding worlds to gather up manpower for a construction project. As of current their goal is unknown. They currently reside in an old Imperial prison complex, maintaining it's facilities similarly to how they would have functioned long ago. Those unlucky enough to get swept up in the pillaging of this warlord state find themselves confined, forced to work on menial tasks in a setup designed to work them to the bone. Some are refugees from the Core Worlds. Some are simple criminals, caught in the wrong place at the wrong time.

Many will wind up dead.

Whatever it is that the Imperial Remnant here is developing has not yet been determined, but those with ties to the Jedi Outcasts managed to track a lost vessel of refugees back to this place. With a clear evil to strike down, the Outcasts have called on nearby able hands to mobilize a swift response. Fortunately, nature is on their side. While the prison had been holding against the frequent ion storms of the planet, the last one to pass was heavy. The ancient systems have faltered and left the complex vulnerable. To complete the operation, two task forces have been composed:


TASK FORCE I

A select few from the group, no more than a handful, have infiltrated the prison ahead of time. Planted in a dummy ship, they allowed themselves to be captured by the Imperial Remnant and incarcerated. These individuals have hidden their identity as Force users. When the time is right, they stand at the ready to insight a riot. There are a total of twelve floors, only three located above ground. Prisoners are housed at the bottom of the structure, with the rest of the facility reserved for construction. The control center is located on the bottom floor between the cells, heavily barricaded. It needs to be quickly seized while the power is down to ensure that the prison's security system does not come back online. The ancient Jedi Master Dillon Kai'el leads this front.

TASK FORCE II

With the power down, the Imperial Remnant lacks the sensors to detect incoming ships. While a revolt begins on the inside, a strike team is dropped on the entrance to hit the forces of the warlord-state while they are unprepared. Their task is to cripple the operation of the complex and gather as much info as they can from various sever rooms, located on the fifth and seventh floor. Those joining the strike are advised to go out of their way to destroy any defenses they come across, be it turret or otherwise, just in case Task Force I is unable to complete their task.


With vessels en route from the Grafted into Stone, and several Jedi standing by inside the prison, all that's left to do is act....

 

[Braze]

Tags: Dillon Kai'el ​

The young shadow was more than happy to accompany the old man into the depths of enemy territory, hidden beneath the plain face of a civilian. He stayed pressed close to the holding cell's door, small frame tucked into the narrow spill of shadow beneath the bars, trying to keep his senses open for the signal to move.

The place reminded him too much of Tatooine, and of being trapped with Diodoros in the Sunburnt Tomb, of heat caught in stone and the awful closeness of having nowhere to run. He tried not to let those old memories crawl up under his skin. He had a task and a purpose here and he would set his mind to focus on that.

His knuckles found the iron bars with a soft, idle sound.

Tap… tap-tap… pause.

It could have been seen as nerves or even just a bored child, making a little rhythm to pass the time.

Tap… pause… tap-tap-tap.

Beneath the innocent pattern was a question, pressed into the metal in pieces: Ready?

Braze kept his eyes lowered as he did it, pale lashes shading the jade green beneath. He let his shoulders hunch, and twisted his mouth into the faint, miserable expression of someone trying very hard not to seem afraid. Another set of taps slipped out, quieter this time, the sound swallowed by stone and distant machinery.

Tap-tap… pause… tap.

A shadow crossed the other side of the door. "Enough of that," a guard snapped.

Braze's hand stilled at once as he paused looking up at the guard.

The guard stepped closer, armor dark beneath the sour light of the corridor, one hand resting near the weapon at his hip. His boots stopped just beyond the threshold, close enough that Braze could see the dust caught in the seams of his greaves.

"I said enough," the guard repeated, voice lower now. "You trying to annoy me, little rat?"

Braze drew his hand back from the bars and tucked it close to his chest. "No, sir." The answer came soft, touched with the careful tremor of a frightened civilian. His gaze lifted only partway, never quite meeting the guard's eyes.

The guard' frowned with a grunt. "Then sit down. Quietly."

Braze obeyed in inches, lowering himself beside the door rather than away from it, knees drawn in, hands folded where they could be seen. He looked harmless there. He was quiet for a little bit of time...Then, with the toe of his boot, he brushed a loose pebble against the floor.

Scrape… pause… scrape-scrape.

The guard's head turned sharply-looking back at him. Braze froze, wide-eyed and still, as if he had not meant to make the sound at all. His fingers curled into the fabric at his knee.

The guard stared at him for a long, tense moment and Braze stared back like a frightened little creature...