Blood Moon Rising

[Adriana Fortemps]

Location: Tai Fa's Command Ship
Objective: Begin Operation
Allies: [member="Vaylin"] | [member="Darth Saarai"] | [member="Ashaiya Mar'Dikan"] | [member="Scipio Alta"] | [member="Darren Korpil"] | @Maximar Gricori
Enemies: Galactic Alliance

Jorryn pretended to carefully survey the information as she raised her arm up from the side to examine the datapad mounted on it, but paid the objectives laid out little attention. She had no intention of leaving the side of one of the Sith Empire's more influential Lords, his appearance deceiving the amount of strings he held as the Lord Inquisitor of the Saaraisash.

The targets were all made in order to cut off and weaken the opposing force as it continued to siege the Ember of Vahl, lines and outlying forces that would be able to support the enemy forces if met in an up front battle.

Her attention turned away from the device as she felt the battle beginning through the force, the initial strike of the TIE fighters being felt by most present signifying the beginning of the operation.

The Echani's focus would stay with the Thirriken Lord as he finished preparing his soldiers for battle, standing stoically by his side as the ramp to the ship began to lower. The cool air of Tython blew her silver hair back and the rest of the hangar filled with the breeze, the sounds of the storm raging outside no longer muffled by the metal walls of the landing craft.

"I shall stay by your side, My Lord. Command me as you wish." Again she made herself out to be an acolyte of undying loyalty to the Inquisitor, attempting to please the ego of the Lord in order to gain the good grace of the Lord of the Sith as a whole. Taking another small bow towards the lord as she closed her eyes in respect, the quick motion another tactic to placate the Lord.

 

[Jairus Starvald]

Location: Valley of Fire.
Direct Allies: [member="Ashaiya Mar'Dikan"] | [member="Scipio Alta"] | [member=Vaylin] | [member="Jorryn Fordyce"]
Other Allies: [member="Ardam Parever"] | [member="Taeli Raaf"] | [member="Syrena Colsin "]| [member=Harley] | [member="Darth Vesper"] | [member="Darren Korpil"]

Opponent (eventually): [member="Zark"]

"May your blade be ever sharp, Acolyte." Spoken in Basic it eluded to an ancient proverb often spoken by the Zabrak. A hint, perhaps, to the extent of knowledge that Saarai possessed. Offering of consumption to both the Acolytes, to make them even more interested and to keep them on edge. What else would the Thirriken know, what else was he aware of?

What other pools of knowledge was hidden behind stoic veneer and calm ratio?

Once more Jorryn spoke and once more Lord Saarai seemed amused. It was not often that someone of the Sith was so... direct about their intentions. It was oddly refreshing coming from a human.

Most of them were useless from his personal experience.

But there were a key few that truly interested Saarai. "Very well, Acolyte Jorryn." He knew her name, but what did that mean? "Me and mine move for the Outpost, demolish it first, before sweeping towards the Tower itself." Already the Force was gathering inside of the Thirriken. Like wings unfettered, his strength unfolding layer after layer, until it flowed through him with ease.

"Try to keep up."

The words spoken and Tai already pushed himself off the ground.

Fast as lightning, swift and silent and smooth, the Sith's form had blurred and was already moving forward.

While other Sith Lords would have preferred to let the grunts of the Legion do the work for them, before sweeping in to claim victory... Saarai did not believe in that. They were strong, powerful, but with the kind of might they commanded there were responsibilities. For their people, for those that swore loyalty to them - after all, why would the common soldier bow before their Lord, if that Lord did not repay that loyalty in one way or the other?

 

[Ras'kala'han]

Was it illusion? Was this strange man so devoid of quality that he was reflecting what energies Vesper cast off, like the moon reflects the light of the sun? No, the perturbed Darth's senses didn't deceive him: a touch of darkness, a consumptive and deadly desire, however brief. He latched on to that. Turn your fear into fuel. Into fire and steel.

"Do you have certain knowledge that this wheel turns forever? Your lack of will to make change is not a universal law. This destiny is not mine."

The man edged closer. Questioning him, even as Vesper held on to that perception, letting it spread through his mind like a trickle of fire. What, he wondered, is this weakness? How do I exploit it? Piece by piece, he let his thoughts focus on this - this one moment. And then, he closed his eyes.

"Hubris. That you know this plan exists doesn't mean you can stop it. You are beholden to these helpless lives. Your sight goes to the walls of the cage you built for yourself, no further." Thrusting his hand outwards, a torrent of smoke from the scars of the recent raid washed over like a riptide towards the two robed figures, bringing with it choking ash and blinding darkness. Enshrouded by this, Vesper stepped forwards at pace, striking with two staccato cuts intent on leaving the Jedi with an "X" carved deep in his chest cavity.

| [member="Tiland Kortun"] |​

 

[Trextan Voidstalker]

Tython, New Kaleth Shantytown

Allies: [member="Tiland Kortun"] [member="Ivlyn Mecetti"] [member="Taeli Raaf"] [member="Shoma Ike"]
Enemies: [member="Darth Vesper"] other Sith

Trextan tried to think about this. The boy seemed a little slow on the uptake. He doubted he had ever been like that. “They train them. So...imagine like a line of big war beasts all trained to charge at you. It would be fairly scary. If we didn't have starships and blasters to make it totally ineffective.”

The distant noise of ships continued, but they were joined by a different instrument. This one had a very particular timbre.

“That's…”

“The sound of a TIE fighter,” one of the soldiers interrupted Trextan. It was confirmed almost immediately as he spotted their distinctive silhouettes against the skyline.

"This is Jedi Master Raaf, New Kaleth is under attack from Sith forces. Requesting immediate reinforcements!"

“This is Trextan Voidstalker. I only have two soldiers with me…”

“We can help evacuate civilians,” one of the explorercorps Jedi interrupted. Trextan gave the man a nod. Just because they were not fighters it didn't mean they would run from a fight.

“...some Jedi researchers who will assist the civilians.” Trextan flicked off his comm and looked through the boy who had joined their party. The Justicar had that pressure in his gut as if things were about to get worse. “It might be for the best if you head back up to the base.”

 

[Tydeus of Tion]

Location: Within the Seventh Plane of the Seventh Plane
Quarantine Zone, Valley of Fire
Allies: [member="Aela Talith"] | [member="Zark"]
Enemies [member="Darth Saarai"] [member="Ashaiya Mar'Dikan"] | [member="Scipio Alta"] | [member="Vaylin"] | [member="Jorryn Fordyce"] | [member="Darth Olympus"]

The Jedi Master's frown continued to grow as the trooper explained the developing situation, then Zark arrived.

"Spooky quiet?" The words sounded odd in the neat, trimmed tone of the Coruscanti Jedi, "Indeed, but I sense... Wait."

A gray gaze faded away to an eerie white-blue. The here and now dropped away into an ethereal clarity. He no longer saw with his eyes. He saw with the Force. His stare swung past Zark to look beyond, seeing the unseen. He saw shapes lurking, seeking to use the storm as cover. Red amid blue. Darkness amidst light.

"We have company."

 

[Aela Talith]

Quarantine Zone
Allies: [member="Zark"] | [member="Ryan Korr"]
Enemies: [member="Darth Saarai"] | [member="Ashaiya Mar'Dikan"] | [member="Scipio Alta"] | [member="Vaylin"] | [member="Jorryn Fordyce"] | [member="Darth Olympus"]

Aela frowned at Ryan for a moment, quite unsure of what he was talking about. She had no gift in force sight, she had no gift in sensing what lay in the darkest depths.

Yet she trusted her fellow Jedi.

Ryan Korr was a man that she had little experience or interaction with in the past. They had fought side by side once or twice, they had met in the Temples and held a few conversations, but they were hardly friends. Yet he had never been anything but a staunch proponent of the light. He had always fought on the side of the Alliance and supported her and others in the battle against the One Sith. That was enough for Aela, enough for her to trust him when he spoke.

Her fingers scrunched, and determination bloomed inside of her.

She had never been one to just stand there, she had never allowed herself to become a victim. That would not change today. The Jedi Master turned slightly and peered in the direction that Ryan stared into, the force welling up within her.

It flooded into her being like a tidal wave, a warm embrace that washed throughout her being. Her bright orange eyes blazed to life and her voice rang out towards Zark. "Call the rest of your men."

Her gaze drifted to Ryan quickly.

"Secure the quarantine zone." Aela looked at Zark. "Nothing gets in or out."

 

[RC 212]

Allies: [member="Zark"] | [member="[COLOR=#7a98a2]Ryan Korr"] | [member="Jada Raxis"] [/COLOR]
Enemies: [member="Darth Saarai"] | [member="Ashaiya Mar'Dikan"] | [member="[COLOR=#7a98a2]Scipio Alta"][/COLOR] | [member=Vaylin] | [member="Jorryn Fordyce"] | [member="Darth Olympus"]

1st Special Warfare Div
Alliance Drop Troopers
Aurek Company
Going to Quarantine Zone

"Attention on deck!"

"At ease troopers."

Adrik snapped to at ease, hands clasped behind his back as the CO gave the quick and dirty briefing. They were about to drop. He loved drops, and he hated drops. It was a love hate relationship. On one hand he had the G Forces pinning him in. the feel of the heat as the pod ripped atmo, and the blaring alarms.

He hated the alarms.

It made him tremble in trepidation, but this was what they trained for.

And on the other hand, the feel of the pod crashing. the door exploding open. The smoke, the fire-fights, the chaos. He lived for that part.

"Alright check it out troopers. We're going down to good ol Tython. Mission is to secure the lines around the Quarantine Zone. Siege of Vahls been going on for weeks now and we got confirmation that there's a Sith force inbound. Scopes picked em up minute ago. Each team is gonna have a heavy weapons and four riflemen. Span out, clear the drop zone then regroup."

Adrik swallowed hard. As a team leader, his team was about to be exposed to the Sith. A though that made him crap himself.

"This is Aurek companies first real combat drop. Don't screw it up. We'll drop the flash speeders and extra supplies first. Then you apes. What's the motto of the Drop Troopers!"

"Drop troopers never quit. Drop troopers never die! Feet first, into hell sir!"​

"That's right now get in your coffins. Let's do it."

Moments later he was strapped in, ruck secure and harnessed up.

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"SGT Morgan to red team. Check status."​

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"Two up."​

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"Three making it."​

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"Four let's go Sarge."​

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"Five lovin it."​

Adrik smirked. Bravado. Something he;d had himself when he was private in the GADF.

"Alright, just waiting on the Capn's orders. We'll be dropping soon as the bridge Ok's."​

Clicks from the comms echoed in his headset.

They waited, Morgan sweating into the padding of his helm, watching his HUD with baited breath. His stomach twirled a few times. God he had the shakes.

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"Aurek Company, this is Captain Naveres, of the ANS Dawn striker. All drop pods, clear for launch. Repeat, clear for launch. Standbye."​

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"Six minutes."​

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"Two minutes. Heavies away."​

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"Stand bye boys. Going hot."​

He felt his pod jostle, and grind to move along the rails. Adrik thought his heart might beat clear from his chest....

"Standbye....green light, Aurek away, in sequence."​

They blasted from the flanks of the Cruiser, ripping down to the drop zone below....

 

[Zef Halo]

VALLEY OF FIRE
STILETTO TWO-ONE

HUD lit up. Ramp went down.

And Scipio was happy to see Cap'n Najek back on the field.

HQ was rarely doing grunt work but things change with the Lord Inquisitor around.

:: Don't freak out on whatchu 'bout to see, rookies. :: Scipio addressed the new additions to his platoon over the intrachannel.

What he was referring to was the burst of unnatural speed the Sith demonstrated as they headed to their designated areas.

:: Go! :: Najek's order rang through the comms.

And off they went. 5th Company dispersed into small units of a squad or two each for different targets to disrupt. They would be outnumbered on most places, yes. Yet, they possessed the element of surprise.

Alta's own squad? They'd be going straight for the head of the beast.

The Tower of Vahl.

Their white armors flickered as the digital camo kicked in turning their color a pattern similar to the rocky, scorched surroundings of the Valley of Fire.

[member="Darth Saarai"] | [member="Ashaiya Mar'Dikan"] | [member="Vaylin"] | [member="Jorryn Fordyce"] | [member="Darth Olympus"]​

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[member="Zark"] | [member="Aela Talith"] | [member="Ryan Korr"]
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[Zark San Tekka]

Location: Quarantine Zone
Allies: [member="Ryan Korr"] | [member="Aela Talith"] | [member="Jada Raxis"] | [member="Ahsona Ryl"]
Enemies: [member="Ashaiya Mar'Dikan"] | [member="Vaylin"] | [member="Jorryn Fordyce"] | [member="Darth Olympus"] | [member="Scipio Alta"]
Eventually Engaging: [member="Darth Saarai"]

Jedi Siege Camp
Valley of Fire, Tython

Zark had been just about to request a status update from the trooper still standing nearby when he noticed the change overcome [member="Ryan Korr"]. He could see the Jedi Master's aura infused with power through his own Force sight, and instinctively found himself reaching once again for the hilt of his lightsaber. And yet while the storm now in full force overhead battered against tents and prefabricated structures that made up the siege camp, there was still no sign of enemy incursion either from the blasted countryside or the Tower itself.

"We have company."

"Are you certain?" the Vice Admiral had also sensed a disturbance, but ever since the reports of the strike on New Kaleth unnatural echoes had seemed to ripple across the already darkside infused valley.

While Master Talith reacted as if she trusted Korr at his word, Zark did not possess the certainty such familiarity brought. He did not know the other two well except for by name and their reputation as warriors of the Light, but when Aela turned and ordered him to call in reinforcements and help organize a defensive of the Jedi position, he did not hesitate. The Gray Knight may not belong to their Order, but in matters of the Sith they were his superiors and Zark was a soldier if nothing else.

"Trooper, with me!" Zark ordered brusquely, motioning for the soldier still close at hand and awaiting further orders to fall into step beside him. With a nod towards the Masters, he marched off back towards the speeders and his ExplorCorps escort.

"Sir," to his credit, the siege defender barely hesitated. While technically the admiral possessed no strict command authority on Tython's surface, especially now that he was on forced leave for his actions, Alliance troopers were not in the habit of ignoring orders from uniformed superiors, and out of habit more than anything else the admiral was still wearing his.

"Sound a general alert, all fighting souls to their posts immediately!" he spoke quickly as the armored man hustled to keep up with his brisk pace, "I want status reports from every Alliance position in the Valley, and regular check ins until otherwise ordered. Off you go!"

The trooper pealed off to carry out Zark's commands as he reached his speeder bike, and he reflexively paused to check the power pack on the A320-CFE rifle slung alongside the speeder's frame while he waited for his comm to connect him with Colonel Varik back at the keep on the borderlands.

"Varik here. ...you read me, sir?" Hal's voice was barely intelligible, as interference from the storm reduced the strength of their comm signal.

"Report, Colonel," Zark repeated several times before he got a response.

"..about to set....for New Kaleth," the comm squawked with static, "...gone quiet now, but their last...confirms Sith forces....Tython."

"Our intelligence suggests the same," he enunciated slowly and clearly in hopes of being better understood, "We have unconfirmed reports of enemy presence in the Valley, send what you can spare to help reinforce our foothold here, and try to get word to orbit if you can manage through this karking storm."

Static filled the line, and despite his repeated requests to confirm, Colonel Varik gave no further reply. With no other choice but to hope his orders had been received, Zark set about loading his uniform's utility belt and bandolier with combat supplies stored in satchels on the bike idling in hover mode beside him. All around him, the camp rose to sudden life as word quickly spread to be on alert for a possible incursion. A small measure of relief filled him when he saw the same trooper from before hustling back to his position, having carried out his tasks expediently.

"The alert is out," he reported unnecessarily, but it was the second thing he said that caught the admiral's interest, "Most of our men in the valley have already reported in, but a few outposts on the far edge from New Kaleth are taking longer than usual to send reply."

"Find your commander, and tell them to rally a company on my orders and load them into transports," Zark replied, hopping onto the bike as the trooper dashed off again and throttling it back into roaring life. He eased himself into the center of the camp, drawing attention from Jedi and Defense Force soldiers all around him.

"I'm leading a recon team to secure the zone border," using the Force to boost his voice so that his words echoed throughout the camp even over the fierce weather, "Any volunteers, mount up and follow me. The rest of you, continue fortifying our defenses here. We must not allow the Vahla within the Tower to escape their cage."

 

[Adriana Fortemps]

Location: Valley of Fire
Objective: Compliment the Lord Inquisitor's exquisite plumage
Allies: [member="Scipio Alta"] | [member="Darth Saarai"] | [member="Vaylin"] | [member="Ashaiya Mar'Dikan"]
Enemies: [member="Ryan Korr"] | [member="Aela Talith"] | [member="Zark"]

"We will see you at the Tower soon enough." The optimistic words being the last to the Zabrak before they would separate, a sign of the overconfidence Jorryn had in the mission. She gave the woman a courteous nod as she turned her attention back to the Sith Lord in front of her

Jorryn cheeks turned a bright shade of red as the Lord Inquisitor spoke her name, unable to tell if it was from worry or happiness. She didn't know how the Thirriken lord had come across her name, whether he had learned about all those that had came along or instead probed her mind to take it from her own thoughts.

Of all the options present, the Echani's vanity chose the reason for her. She believed that, for whatever reason, she had somehow stood out from the rest to the Sith Lord and he had bothered to take his time to learn about her.

"Of course, My Lord. I would be more than happy to support you!" She bashfully spoke as she took a nervous bow, her flush cheeks standing out against her pale face.

The elated glow Jorryn had disappeared as the Sith Lord quickly began to ran off, her vanity driven off by surprise at the speed of the Sith Lord. His fine plumage flowing as he ran, streaks of crimson flowing like a river through alabaster white punctuated by obsidian marks. The surprise wore off quickly as Jorryn realised the growing distance between the Thirriken and herself along with the ground forces that were supposed to assist them, who had naturally begun to march after the Sith Lord.

Jorryn had never been one to rush into battle, but she felt obliged to catch up to the Inquisitor as quickly as she could. Though she wasn't a practitioner of force speed herself, she used her aptitude in the Art of Movement in order to gain some distance faster attempting to catch up to the Lord of the Sith.

 

[Jairus Starvald]

Location: Valley of Fire.
Direct Allies: [member="Ashaiya Mar'Dikan"] | [member="Scipio Alta"] | [member="Vaylin"] | [member="Jorryn Fordyce"]
Other Allies: [member="Ardam Parever"] | [member="Taeli Raaf"] | [member="Syrena Colsin "] | [member="Harley"] | [member="Darth Vesper"] | [member="Darren Korpil"]

Opponent (eventually): [member="Zark"]

It took a while for Jorryn to process what had happened and for a moment Saarai assumed that she would miss the window, where she would still be able to keep up with him without losing sight of him.

She surprised him.

Pleasantly.

This time the Thirriken did not speak, his beak remained closed shut and instead his mind reached out and wrapped itself around hers. It would be then that she would truly notice his foreign, alien nature. A strange mind, equally far away as it was close by, meticulous and ordered, it was not just his personal veneer that was organized and stoic in its approach. It seemed that even his mind was tidy, systematized and disciplined.

"You have potential, Acolyte." Fa's disembodied voice seeped into the crevices of her mind, slipping in where reinforcements were the weakest without leaving a trace in his wake. "Show me your strength today and I might teach you what I know."

Instead of slowing down the Thirriken increased his speed.

Purpose was clear- already in the distance they could see the outpost looming between the trees. It did not seem important, but the truth was different. It was the first line, the beating heart where information flowed through to the quarantine zone around the Tower and the wilds behind it. His stride slowed and it wasn't long before the duo rested in the last remaining vegetation, looking at the outpost.

It was... busy.

Already mobilizing, but that was to be expected with the attack on the village.

"I spot four on the walls, Acolyte Jorryn. Take the one farthest left and ensure no sound is made." Already the shape of the Thirriken disappeared in the shadows, not allowing her to reply or react in any verbal fashion.

 

[Tydeus of Tion]

Location:
Quarantine Zone, Valley of Fire
Allies: [member="Aela Talith"] | [member="Zark"]
Enemies: [member="Darth Saarai"] | @Ashaiya Mar'Diken | [member="Scipio Alta"] | [member="Vaylin"] | [member="Jorryn Fordyce"] | [member="Darth Olympus"] | [member="Harley"]

Korr closed his eyes, when he opened them again the white-blue had faded to gray.

Already, Zark was marshaling the forces to defend against attack, but the words he uttered last stung, like an unexpected slap across the cheek. "Escape their cage."

A cage we put them in, because they'd given in to a darkness they'd been born with.

The Vahla had not had the benefit of Jedi training. They'd never learned to suppress their innate connections to the Dark Side. Easy prey for someone like Isolda. The choice to join the Ember had never really been a choice at all for them. Cursed to heed the Dark Side's beckoning call.

After the fall of the One Sith, Ryan had wandered the galaxy for some time, seeking his purpose. He thought it would be to help his people break free from the bondage Isolda placed them in, but now here he was and there they were, still in chains. Just chains of a different sort.

Korr breathed out, then in, and turned to Aela. "There's a large force that landed and is marching toward us. A smaller group is filtering in through that treeline over there."

His head turned toward the tower. Ryan clenched his jaw, muscles writhing. He could feel the call, even now.

 

[Joycelyn Zambrano]

Location: Valley of Fire.
Objective: Relcamation through violent action. (Going for the Tower of Vahl)
Tag: [member="Lassiter"] [member="Darth Saarai"] [member="Jorryn Fordyce"]

"Mother Vahl, hear my prayer. We, your children, seek your warmth.
We, your children, exact your vengeance. Feel my wrath and give me purpose.
Your will is fire - We are its embers."

Standing behind a Thirriken and his human pet, Joycelyn moved her shoulders back and fourth to soften up the restraints of her light body armour. The words of prayer passed quietly, but not soundlessly, over her lips in the tongue of the Vahla.

The prayer reverberated in her mind as she checked her Ripper, and put it in its holster. She checked her sabre, and left it clipped to her side. She checked her blaster, and placed the butt of it firmly against her shoulder. Her eyes focused through the visor of her helmet. This was a day of battle - Of silently swinging, and striking hard. The Jedi had taken much from her people- from the Ember- from her Goddess.

"Mother Vahl, protect me.
Mother Vah, give me strength."

They were off. The Thirriken's exquisite feathered plumage shot ahead like a proton torpedo of red, white, and black, followed by his white-haired companion. Further down the line came Joyce. Her long-legged strides pounded through the dirt as she picked up speed and momentum. The words on her lips dug deeper and deeper into the fire in her belly - Into the dark mixed lineages coursing through her blood. In her mind's eye she saw the Glory of Vahl drawing her forth, calling to her, and the Vindication of her existence in the eyes of a Monarch-father pushing at her back.

The anger in her wished to burst forth, to envelop her in a relentless rage, but she held it back. She had to get there first. She had to be small, unseen, before she could unleash the Vornskr. As they came closer, she slowed down and slipped into the shadows, trying to remain as quiet as possible.

Lassiter had trained her for this. Though, she had not always listened.

 

[Aela Talith]

Quarantine Zone
Allies: [member="Zark"] | [member="Ryan Korr"] | [member="Adder"]
Enemies: [member="Darth Saarai"] | [member="Ashaiya Mar'Dikan"] | [member="Scipio Alta"] | [member="Vaylin"] | [member="Jorryn Fordyce"] | [member="Darth Olympus"]

Aela frowned and then nodded her head. Zark had listened to her orders, something that she was oddly proud of. The idea that she could call upon the forces of the Alliance even under her own times of duress was somehow comforting.

It made her feel as though she hadn't failed completely.

"I need..." Aela trailed off for a moment, her eyes wandering the grounds of the small camp. She wasn't exactly sure what she was looking for, but right now all she had for weapons was the force and her bare fists. It was enough to take on a few soldiers, some thugs, but not Sith. She fidgeted for a moment, her gaze wandering until finally she found what she was looking for. Leaning against the wall was a small staff, tiny ornate carvings within it's handle.

The weapon belonged to Shia, the young padawan that Aela had sent away.

With an extended hand she called the device to her palm, the staff striking her hand as she curled her fingers around it. A small switch turned on the side of the device and it quickly sprang up and extended into it's full size. For a moment Aela frowned at the lightsaber pike, it only had a stun setting, but that was more than enough. Jamie had always made due with it, so could she.

Briefly she glanced to the sky.

Adder was supposed to have come to Tython to pick her up, though given the storm she'd assumed her friend would wait a few hours. Now with the Sith attack she hoped for just the opposite.

 

[Adder]

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Allies: [member="Zark"] | [member="Ryan Korr"] | [member="Aela Talith"]
Enemies: [member="Darth Saarai"] | [member="Ashaiya Mar'Dikan"] | [member="Scipio Alta"] | [member="Vaylin"] | [member="Jorryn Fordyce"] | [member="Darth Olympus"] | [member="Harley"]

Slight delay.

Well… Adder glanced from the viewport overlay down to the small hours indicator. Slight.

In her defense, the weather was being a lil’ Nal Hutta schutta.

As she finally emerged out of the gray clouds, the pilot leaned back in her seat. By all accounts, it ought to be all smooth sailin’ from this point on. A tempest was brewing behind her alright, but that was a bridge they’d be crossing later.

With little more than a gesture, Adder pulled downwards through the high winds. Aela’s tiny dot was bleeping on her HUD. Visiting some temple ruins, she’d said. ...or was it One Sith ruins?

Frowning, the redhead opened a line to the Jedi’s communicator. “Sorry I’m late, got caught in the storm. Which, y’know, is only gonna get worse. You ready to go?”

 

[Vaylin]

Location: Valley of Fire - Supply Route
Objective: Stop Supplies from Leaving and Arriving at the Siege Camp
Allies: [member="Darth Saarai"] | @Ashaiya Mar'Dikan | [member="Darth Vesper"] | @Scipio Alta | @Darren Korpil | [member="Jorryn Fordyce"] | [member="Maxmar Gricori"]
Enemies: The Galactic Alliance
Fighting: No one, for now.

The Zabrak looked at Tai with an odd look, one of interest with her head tilted ever slightly. The Thirriken Lord had caught her attention in that moment, clearly recognizing the Zabrak proverb he had spoken.

And that in turn spoke volumes of the Lord Inquisitor's knowledge. The fact it was expansive enough, that he could just pluck out a piece from a reservoir to fit a specific time or person.

Of course, he was the head of the Saaraishash after all. Knowledge and information was their whole deal, and it came as no surprise.

But that didn't mean it failed to leave an impression on Vaylin.

"And may the blood remain ever flowing, my Lord."

With that, the Zabrak was gone. She had ordered a small dispatchment of troops to follow her, and after that they disappeared into the storm. The soldiers were armoured up and easily capable navigating it with their head-up displays. Vaylin had none of that, more on personal preference and because she was more than capable of moving through the storm without it.

Years on Dxun had helped the Zabrak get use to the constant storms the Demon Moon had. This; while fairly different, was still nothing particularly new to what she had experienced then.

They moved towards the roads that connected the Siege Camp with the other various surrounding locations . It was a high possibility that they would be moving supplies to the village now that it was under attack. Meaning, there was going to be convoys heading through the area.

"Ma'am, we've got three vehicles heading along the eastern road. Two of them appear to be its escort." One of the soldiers handed Vaylin a pair of macrobinoculars, allowing her to zoom in and track as the small convoy began their journey away from the camp.

"Excellent, we'll track it for a mile or two, then hit it. Get your grenades ready, we'll want to take out the escorts quickly."

 

[Zef Halo]

VALLEY OF FIRE -> QUARANTINE ZONE
STILETTO TWO-ONE

The soldiers dashed through the storm, all headed to one destination, all with one goal in mind.

Break the siege.

Of course, the aim was to be achieved with team effort. Multiple units hitting numerous locations at once, more or less, throwing the siege force in disarray. Pinning the enemy between the defenders of the Tower and the surprising attack of the Sith-Imperial forces.

Not a bad plan really.

While, Saarai and his subservient Sith headed towards an outpost, Stiletto Two-One, supported by a Machine Gun team of 3, would enter deep into enemy territory and attempt to reach 'the head of the beast'.

The troopers of 42nd Airborne Division were known for their mobility and today Alta and the rest of his soldiers wanted to prove their capability. Hit them fast as lightning before they could figure out what's goin' on.

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[member="Darth Saarai"] | [member="Ashaiya Mar'Dikan"] | [member="Jorryn Fordyce"]​

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[member="Zark"] | [member="Aela Talith"] | [member="Ryan Korr"] | [member="Adder"]​

 

[Hailey Sosis]

Objective: March
Allies: The Stih
Enemy: [member="Ryan Korr"] [member="Aela Talith"] [member="Adder"]

Harley was half way to Jedi position with the troops, she trying not to laugh as the slaves where a rabbal, who practically cattle prodded ahead. Whilst the sith troops where shouting F ight F ight, as they marched behind them. They would made ground quicker but the slaves, did not really want to march head. Though the odd execution got them in spirit to get a move on, no doubt the enemy could see their actions. They where designed to be distraction, and draw fire from galactic alliance. The contrast of this harley did find utter amusing. PArt of wanted to join the slave ranks, the unwilling soliders of the empire. As she liked how they trying to complain to one another, without any of the slave master hearing them, as they did not want to be shocked using the collar. She wonder what the enemy made this situation, seeing the rabbal being pushed towards them, by the fear of death. She decided to catch up with them, and she then saw one who was starting to slow down a little, she shouted Get a Move on! he looked and pushed on, shame she wanted to behead him, no reason she just felt like it.

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

Location:​ ​Valley Of Fire
Allies: [member="Joycelyn Zambrano"] | [member="Darth Saarai"] | [member="Jorryn Fordyce"]
​Enemies:​ [member="Aela Talith"] | [member="Ryan Korr"] | [member="Zark"]
Objective: ​Foot in the Door

​It had been some time since The Matador had been involved in such affairs, however today the mercenary had been elevated. No longer tolerating the company of thugs and cartels to get by, now he stood beside members of the Inquisition, their titles meant little to him yet the battle around him proved the significant change in the calibre of his employment. As he observed the battle field, he was taken aback by the aerial view above them, the sky was filled with beautiful hues of red and orange and smoke as bomber fighters ran over head and dogfights continued, scattered across the sky.

​He stood idle for a moment as the Inquisitors began to make their move forward, observing the sky before joining them in their movement forward. Their mission was to attack an outpost, for what reason he was not aware of. He had been given simplistic instructions to follow and assist. He whom he assumed was the leader of these Inquisitors lead them to cover, observing the outer defences of the outpost.

​Feeble.

​He doubted that they would give much resistance, regardless of their mobilisation. The Matador planted his body tight against the outer wall, sliding towards the main entrance to the outpost accompanied by a small squad of troops. The Matador raised a crimson fist, extending his fingers, moving them downward repeatedly, warning the soldiers to make themselves smaller. The Matador felt his saber singing from its magnetised position on his belt, yearning to be held amidst the anticipation of combat. The Matador raised his helmed head, observing the silhouettes of the guards above them. If all went well, one of the Inquisitors would open the front door and allow him inside, and do his job.

 

[Tiland Kortun]

[member="Darth Vesper"]

Smoke drifted between them, pulled by his opponent's use of the Force. Tiland let his mind slip into the Force and trusted his senses other than his eyes. He heard the hum of plasma cut towards him and the slight crunch of footsteps as he moved closer. Tiland pivoted away, so that the blades cut beside him, arcing like flame through the dark smoke. He pivoted around once more, so that he would dart through the smoke to stand behind Darth Vesper. Vesper. It was always good to have a name for one's opponent.

"Ah, but I do know that this exists," he called from within the smoke, as he continued to move so that no more than a few words at a time ever came from a single place. "For the Force has revealed it to me." He slid sideways several more feet and slipped backwards a little further into the smoke.

"Innocent lives saved is a victory in itself." He darted forward now and struck out with the staff, bringing it low across the ground, aiming to catch Vesper in the shins.