Blood Moon Rising

[Craig Bowler]

Lothal Airspace
Objective: Escort Backup

Craig stood up into attention as the Admiral walked out into the hangar.
"Listen men, we have been through it all, but todays the day we need to really step up and do what we do best." Every man and woman in the hangar breathed slowly. "This could be something you have never faced before. This could be your last time with the Galactic Alliance. You brave ladies and gentlemen will be heroes, and for that I thank you." He saluted the crowd and Craig, along with all the other pilots, saluted him in return.
The yellow warning alarm sounded around the hangar and the fifteen X-Wings began to be manned by everyone around. The admiral got into his transport ship and began his accent to his ship.
Craig put on his white helmet and looked out at the rest of the X-Wings. He said a prayer and flipped on the ignition.
"Greenlight. Begin formation X"

 

[Craig Bowler]

Lothal Airspace
Objective: Escort Backup

Craig stood up into attention as the Admiral walked out into the hangar.
"Listen men, we have been through it all, but todays the day we need to really step up and do what we do best." Every man and woman in the hangar breathed slowly. "This could be something you have never faced before. This could be your last time with the Galactic Alliance. You brave ladies and gentlemen will be heroes, and for that I thank you." He saluted the crowd and Craig, along with all the other pilots, saluted him in return.
The yellow warning alarm sounded around the hangar and the fifteen X-Wings began to be manned by everyone around. The admiral got into his transport ship and began his accent to his ship.
Craig put on his white helmet and looked out at the rest of the X-Wings. He said a prayer and flipped on the ignition.
"Greenlight. Begin formation X"

 

[Adriana Fortemps]

Location: Valley of Fire
Objective: Escape
Allies: [member="The Matador"] | [member="Vaylin"] | [member="Darth Saarai"] | [member="Joycelyn Zambrano"] | [member="Scipio Alta"]
Enemies: [member="Zark"] | [member="Ryan Korr"]
Engaging: [member="Aela Talith"] | [member="Adder"]

The Echani raised herself to a standing position, her hand delicately tending to her wounded side as she managed to raise herself into a stooped position. She only had a moment to figure out what her next plan of action would be and the obvious answer lead her gaze to the still mostly undamaged giant nearby, hoping that the mercenary would be able to help her escape. The Jedi was still between the pair attempting to take out the giant at his weak points, Jorryn hoped that the full attention she gave the mercenary would allow her to sneak up on the woman.

Her time to plan fell short as the woman shot the large debris hanging above her, causing the steel to collapse towards Jorryn. The metal was still burning as it fell towards her, the simultaneous threat of burning and being crushed almost caused Jorryn to panic. She shot a hand out as she used her rage to force the larger objects to the side as her stance deepened again, smaller pieces of shrapnel still falling through and cutting her arms. Her mud stained pale hair dropped with her head as she bit her lower lip to muffle her instinctive desire to scream as the metal cut and burned her flesh, left hand still raised to the large objects aside.

As the debris finished raining on her the arm that helped protect her began to dip unintentionally, the cuts that littered the pale skin burned with a numbness.

Her focus quickly returned to the woman as the shooting stopped and turned back to Jorryn instead, attempting to shoot the Echani while she was distracted. Reaching out with the force, Jorryn pulled a burning piece of debris to block her from the fire. The blaster bolts came raining down quicker than Jorryn had hoped, a single shot landing squarely on her already damaged shoulder as she worked through the pain to plant the metal sheet in front of herself.

The rest of the shots rang out against the former wing of the fighter as Jorryn waited for the shots to finish, fingers poking curiously around at her now disabled left arm. The despair was quickly replaced by fury as her burning gaze returned to the shooter, before again focusing on the Jedi nearby.

The Echani stood ready to sprint, her unfeeling arm still managing to lift itself with the rest of her body as she began to prepare herself. Taking an immediate bolt bringing the debris alongside her to protect her from any blaster fire, she charged towards the blonde Jedi who stood facing the Matador. Her vision blurred with every step and a sharp pain rang through her side every time her right foot planted into the ground, blackness crept around her vision as she continued her rush but the anger she felt kept the pale haired Sith conscious.

In the back of her mind, Jorryn hoped that the Jedi would be too busy with the Matador, or too much of a pacifist, to properly stop the Acolyte from reaching her. She found herself begging to the force that she would survive as she desperately dropped the debris and pulled her right arm forward and focused her powers on the Jedi instead, attempting to assert a mild amount of control over the master's body. Arms reached out to wrap themselves tightly around the waist of the Jedi in front of her, an attempt to keep the woman secured in her grasp to act as a shield against the pilot and prevent the woman from disabling Jorryn with any force powers.

Jorryn had no energy, no lightsaber, and no plan. She simply moved forward as her anger and passion told her to survive by any means, and disabling the master would make that job easier.

 

[Zark San Tekka]

Location: Valley of Fire
Allies: [member="Ryan Korr"] | [member="Aela Talith"] | [member="Adder"]
Enemies: [member="Vaylin"] | [member="Jorryn Fordyce"] | [member="Scipio Alta"] | [member="Joycelyn Zambrano"] | [member="The Matador"]
Engaging: [member="Darth Saarai"]

Contested Outpost, Interior

Triumph disintegrated into momentary confusion as the energy blade of Zark's saber struck its target, the avian Sith's flank, and nothing happened. At first the irrational thought occurred to him that his foe's species may possess some sort of innate resistance to lightsabers, until he noticed the look of intense concentration in those beady eyes and felt the supernal vibrations of the Darkside adept's tutaminis at work. Meanwhile, his free hand he reflexively raised to catch the edge of the strange and ancient looking weapon now digging into his flesh, the phrik trimmings of his uniform's vambraces rending slightly as the Jedi struggled to ease the pressure against his throat.

And then the Sith opened its mouth to speak.

"Was...was that a fething haiku?" the admiral blurted, tilting his head to the side in mild astonishment. Like this day could get any weirder.

The weight of the blade suddenly fell away, talon foot lashed out almost as if in response, hitting its off balance target and sending him hurtling back several meters into the wall behind him. Adrenaline taking over, Zark rose unsteadily to his feet, but nonetheless felt as if he had been run over by a landspeeder. So his hunch had paid off in the end, a powerful Force user lie hidden under this one's unassuming demeanor. Wiping blood away from his mouth, he began to wonder if he was in over his head yet again.

"I play chess as well," he called out to the Sith across the darkened room with narrowed eyes, spitting out more blood as he did so. Either way, it was too late to turn back now.

"You...have made...a fool's gambit," the Jedi's voice strained, for as he spoke the words he began to summon all his concentration and energy on his innate telekinetic aptitude, and the entire chamber began to shake ever so perceptibly, as if they were experiencing a microquake. Debris from within the chamber and all across the outpost interior hurtled into a cloud between them. His lightsaber had proved ineffective, so the tactician would see how the avian handled blunt force.

"Go kark yourself Sith!" Zark shouted as the debris cloud redirected its momentum forcefully in his foe's direction with a wave of his hand.

Unsteady from the mental will required for such a feat, he gripped the hilt of his blade and charged in behind on the offensive. The Knight was burning through his reservoir of energy, he would have to end this quickly and decisively or he would be at a serious disadvantage, amateur duelist that he was.

 

[Zef Halo]

SIEGE CAMP
STILETTO TWO-ONE

Scipio had been sitting on the ground in pain with his back leaning on the outpost's wall while he received information of the success in taking over the place. It was time to do what they were supposed to do.

:: LT, camp's ours. We can begin securing a pocket for the Tower to evacuate from to here. :: Tusk's voice came through.

:: Good job, sarge. :: Alta replied over the comms. :: Send me a casualties report and get to entrenchin' our position in this damn camp. ::

:: Sir! ::

What came next was for Stiletto Two Actual to call on support. Swiftly finding the callsigns of all operatives in the brief, he opened an encrypted line to Blue Leader @Syrena Colsin.

Granted the storm would tear the communications clarity but he had no other choice than to try.

:: Blue Leader, this is Stiletto Two Actual. We've secured a siege camp. Repeat - Secured siege camp, need support. :: Scipio said over the line while pinging his location through the comms to the pilot. :: Blue Leader, this' Stiletto Two Actual. Siege camp secured, need air and ground support. ::

All he had to do now was wait.

[member="Zark"] (?maybe?)​

 

[Vaylin]

Location: Valley of Fire - Contested Outpost
Objective: Assist Jorryn & Matador
Allies: [member="Darth Saarai"] | [member="Scipio Alta"] | [member="Jorryn Fordyce"] | [member="The Matador"] | [member="Joycelyn Zambrano"]
Enemies: [member="Zark"] | [member="Ryan Korr"] |
Fighting: [member="Adder"] | [member="Aela Talith"]

Vaylin and her men had progressed through the inner courtyard. The Zabrak stood at the front, the soldiers covering her flanks as they pushed forwards as a single entity. Blasters firing in all directions, a majority of the Alliance's attempts to stop them were met with aggression. And the few brave, foolish souls that managed to get within Vaylin's reach, met their end at swing her lightsaber.

She was merciless, cutting down anyone and everyone that got in their way.

They eventually reached the outpost's entrance, the doorway into the interior itself. But just as they were about to move in, one of the soldiers caught sight of Adder's ship; the Phantom Limb, came crashing down into the outer courtyard. Vaylin turned, just in time to see the pilot eject from the craft, and make it to relative safety as her vehicle collided with the ground.

For a moment, the Zabrak pondered how insane the person was to do that. But it was quickly pushed aside when she realized; and sensed, the plight of a familiar presence

Jorryn.

"Change of plans, follow me and take positions along the wall separating the inner and outer courtyards." Vaylin deactivated her lightsabers, although keeping them in hand as she dashed towards the wall, knowing the soldiers weren't going to be able to keep up with her pace. She leaped up, not bothering with the ladder, stairs or whatever means there was to reach the top of the wall. The Zabrak simply jumped it, landing on top and resumed her sprint along it.

She gazed over in time to see the Matador tossing a karking duracrete pillar towards one of the Jedi, only for it to be cut in two before it could impact its intended target. Then the pilot; at least she assumed it was the same one who had crashed her own ship, fired her weapon at the wreck causing debris to go flying towards the Echani.

Vaylin could feel the heat from where she was, getting closer to where the ship had hit the wall and where Adder was currently standing. But she wasn't intending to make it that far, and instead focused on the Force - letting the Art of Small slip away as she moved in.

Her eyes were on Adder and Aela, mentally noting them as enemies while Matador and Jorryn were allies. With that in mind, the Zabrak pulled the Force towards her right hand and leaped. By that time, Jorryn had made her attempt to grab the Jedi Master as a shield against Adder's attack. Then Vaylin came soaring down, flipping through the air and landing on the ground with one knee. She slammed her right hand down against it, sending a Force Shockwave out from that point, stretching out and knocking Aela away, but leaving Matador and Jorryn mostly unaffected.

Maybe not the latter, if she was still holding onto the Jedi when it hit.

 

[Amaliya Darrena]

Blue Squadron had done their mission, provided the diversion, and were doing anything else that needed to be done. The battle raged, and Commander Colsin hadn't heard more orders from her superiors to be doing anything else. It made her nervous, but she was loyal to the bone. If a Sith ordered her to shoot herself in the head, she'd ask if they wanted temple or chin.

So when the garbled communication came through, just good enough to hear, she almost whooped with joy. Luckily, she was a professional, and in fact did not whoop for joy.

"Stilletto Two Actual, this is Blue Leader. Copy you loud and clear, oscar mike to your location to provide air support."
She relayed the location of Stilletto Two to Blue Squadron, and they were off, TIE's shrieking as they flew. It took minutes, but they came swooping out of the sky above Stilletto Two.

"Stiletto Two Actual, this is Blue Leader. The cavalry has arrived."

[member="Scipio Alta"], @Zark (idk he tagged you so i guess i should too)

 

[Jairus Starvald]

Location: Valley of Fire | Contested Outpost
Objective: Take the Outpost
Allies: [member="Jorryn Fordyce"] | [member="Vaylin"] | [member="Scipio Alta"] | [member="The Matador"] | [member="Joycelyn Zambrano"]
Enemies: [member="Aela Talith"] | [member="Ryan Korr"] | [member="Adder"]
Engaging: [member="Zark"]

The satisfying crunch of the Jedi's crash into the wall could not be ignored.

There the Thirriken stood, while in his ear the sounds of progression buzzed- the plan had been to lure them all to the village as it was being slaughtered, but that had not gone as well as Tai had wanted. Instead, he found himself at the outskirts, battling one aimless Jedi after another. But apparently... his were having more success at the center of the Tower.

This was good.

Now it turned into a matter of time rather than a matter of strength. "You try your plain best." Lord Fa countered, before realizing what was about to happen. He grounded himself in the Force and rooted himself against the ground.

The shake, the shudder and the quaking turned to their apex a moment before they were all launched at the Sith Lord. He made himself as small as possible, wings shifting in a way to cover himself and disappear under rough feathers that shone bright blue. The debris hit next and Tai hunkered down. This was nothing compared to swimming through an acid river alongside Ashin Varanin, or tanking laser fire from turrets as he slowly made his way towards the Dark Temple on Kaas and yet... yet there was pain and anger rising.

Until the barrage stopped.

"But sometimes... that's not enough." When the Jedi Knight launched himself in, he would not encounter the limping form of a Sith at the end of his strength, instead there was strength and readiness.

The edge of the lightsaber was caught by his Sith blade, dashed to the side and then momentum carried Zark deeper.

Body enhanced, strength multiplied as was speed and durability, Tai made the most of the sudden close proximity and lack of balance on the Jedi's part. A wing heavy as a mountain came crashing from the side, a blade cutting, talons gashing. There was no respite given in that crux of the moment, where balance was lost and the situation shifted momentarily.

"You and yours will fall."

 

[Craig Bowler]

Within the hour Craig would be flying in with 14 other X-Wing pilots. His mission was not to engage, but a small part of him wished that he could. He had been longing for action for years. The transport ship in the center of all of the X-Wings had several men shouting on the comms. Craig turned them off to rest his mind. He was nervous still after all of this time. The Galactic Alliance has always been a challenging part of his life. He kept his mind clear and shut his eyes.

The flames, the fire. Cries from the people. He called out to them. Nothing could help them.

Craig opened his eyes from the dream. Through the window of the cockpit he could see all of his allies around him. Nothing had happened.

"Good."

He was worried. Three times this week from his dreams he had seen the screams and cries of so many people. He did not think much of it.

"Just to be sure..."

He clicked on the comms and the shouting from their commander came through. He had never been so happy to hear that mans voice.

 

[Zark San Tekka]

Location: Valley of Fire
Allies: [member="Ryan Korr"] | [member="Aela Talith"] | [member="Adder"] | [member="Craig Bowler"]
Enemies: [member="Vaylin"] | [member="Jorryn Fordyce"] | [member="Scipio Alta"] | [member="Joycelyn Zambrano"] | [member="The Matador"]
Engaging: [member="Darth Saarai"]

Contested Outpost, Interior

The bird was agile, that much Zark had picked up on from the moment he had first fired. While the armorweave inlay of his uniform was light and form fitting, it still slowed a Jedi who under optimal circumstances probably couldn't hope to match the other's speed. The Knight had been hoping his projection had caused enough disorientation that he could move in for a quick kill, but when his foe deftly avoided his charge and delivered a calculated riposte during the Jedi's follow through, it was all he could do to bring his off hand's vambrace around in time to deflect the first strike.

Phrik gauntlet clashed with alchemized blade, ember saber struck off impervious wing, and each blow felt like a battering ram, literally driving him back a step with their force. Talons lashed against his cheek, and even through the haze of combat Zark could feel a faint searing pain as well as the sensation of blood dripping down his jawline. He quickly retreated out of the Sith's reach, guard up and prepared to respond to any potential counter-attack.

Outside, the admiral could hear the sounds of pitched battle, and felt the trembling of the explosions. He had sought to end this quickly, and now it was he who might be finished soon. It was time for more drastic action.

"Alliance," Zark uttered, and as he did so his eyes lit up the same burning hue as the lightsaber he held, a saber which at the same time seemed to flare up as if it really were coated in fire as opposed to plasma field.

The Knight's enemy was not the only one who had brought an alchemized blade, and as he activated the Heart of Sullust fragment which served as his saber's core, new strength invigorated him and he felt his old limitations fade away. Burning eyes still narrowed but face otherwise expressionless, Zark leaped the full distance between him and the Sith from a standing position, Force enhanced inertia bring him arcing up and back down on top of the avian from above into a flurry of blows to match the other's speed and ferocity.

"Your death will bring me no pleasure."

 

[Adder]

Quarantine Zone
Contested Outpost
Allies: [member="Zark"] | [member="Ryan Korr"] | [member="Aela Talith"]
Enemies: [member="Darth Saarai"] | [member="Vaylin"] | [member="Darth Olympus"] | [member="Scipio Alta"] | [member="Joycelyn Zambrano"] | [member="The Matador"]
Engaging: [member="Jorryn Fordyce"]

She was out. Shet. Out of karking power cells, and with no karking backups.

Oh yeah, what’s the worst that could happen, Adder? Not like the Sith would attack right when you came to pick up your friend. I mean. What are the karking odds, right? Right?!

The pilot cursed under her breath as the Westar in her grip clicked uselessly. Slamming the worthless blaster back into its holster, Adder rushed towards the barricades.

Green eyes widened in horror as she watched the Sith stumble through the mud – pale, bloodied hands reaching for Aela. Her friend.

Oh no you don’t—

A rictus of pure anger stretched her features as she planted her cybernetic arm on the wall. Palm open, digits extended – Adder sneered and sent three stun shots speeding straight at the Acolyte’s back.

 

[Craig Bowler]

The X-Wing squadron was just on the cusp of hitting their destination. What was going to be there when they got there? He had no clue. He sat in the cockpit of his bright red X-Wing and let his mind wander.

"What were these dreams..."

He was worried. If the dreams were somehow true...

"No. It can't be..."

He looked out across the streaks of the blue hyperspace tunnel before him. Inside his head he thought this would be good. He thought maybe going for another mission would be good for him. The nerves arrived. He was not so sure about this anymore.

 

[Zef Halo]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5WvfZuuaUkE​

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SIEGE CAMP
STILETTO TWO-ONE

The roaring engines of strafighters in the air and the report from Blue Leader over the comms took a weight from his shoulders.

:: Copy that, Blue Leader. 's good to see you. :: He meant that.

Scipio's head shifted to the side to see the commotion of Vahla escaping their Tower and moving through the pocket the 42nd Airborne Division's finest had secured.

He knew it was time for the final step of this operation. The lieutenant opened an encrypted channel to the ship they had arrived with, amplifying his signal by using the Sith-Imperial starfighters above his head. That same ship would be used as their getaway vehicle.

:: Ghostwolf One, Ghostwolf One, this is Stiletto Two Actual, how copy? ::

Silence.

:: Stiletto Two Actual, copy lima charlie. Go ahead, over. ::

:: Ghostwolf One, package secure'. Repeat. Package secure'. Need evac. Over. ::

:: Wilco, Stiletto Two Actual. We're Oscar Mike. Repeat. Ghostwolf One is Oscar Mike. Over ::

It took minutes for the starship to appear in the sky above them, landing gear engaged as it used its repulsor engines to land neatly close to the siege camp. Even the injured Scipio was not waiting another second before moving towards their getaway ship.

But he would board last.

The lieutenant stood by the opened ramp as the Vahla moved in, escorted by his soldiers. He saw Tusk's imposing figure on the other side of the ramp observing and monitoring everything that was happening.

:: All Sith-Imperial Callsigns, All Sith-Imperial Callsigns, this is Stiletto Two Actual. Package secured. Break. Break. Package Secured. Break. Break. Evac underway. ::

Protocol was logical, the Sith-Imperial forces were to retreat to their designated LZs and await pick up.

[member="Darth Saarai"] | [member="Vaylin"] | [member="Jorryn Fordyce"] | [member="The Matador"] | [member="Joycelyn Zambrano"] | [member="Syrena Colsin "]| @SithImperials

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

 

[Craig Bowler]

Craig closed his eyes once more and let his mind take over. This time no dreams approached him. He let out a slight sigh of relief at this. He opened them once more and looked down at the small monitor on the dash of the cockpit.

"We're almost there."

They would be arriving soon. The realization of this caused his nerves to increase times ten. He had never felt these type of nerves before. Somehow he thought it was a gut feeling. He thought he knew something bad was about to happen. The com channels containing all of the X-Wings pilots in the escort was buzzing with activity.

"Were arriving in 5 minutes! Everyone focus. We must escort the transport to the dropzone without any conflict. Good luck!"

Craig placed his hands on the controls and looked out at the hyperspace tunnel that would soon collapse into the world of Tython. He began to shiver as tingles went down his spine.

"It is time."

 

[Tydeus of Tion]

Contested Outpost

@Jocelyn Zambrano

The Sith held the lightsaber up in a defensive stance rather than attacking, leaving Korr to give the opening strike as swift steps carried him into range. He swung his blade for her left shoulder without setting his feet. A feint. He spun the other way, using the momentum of his run to aid in the whirling strike as the saber came toward her left arm, a handspan above the elbow. Not a heavy, planted Shien strike, but a light one after the manner of the Hawk-Bat.

 

[Craig Bowler]

As the blue rays of the hyperspace lane slowly fade into blackness, the visibility of Tython increases. The X-Wing squadron and the transport had done it. They had made it to Tython.

Craig sighed. He was worried for nothing.

Suddenly the flank was being assaulted and the X-Wings were totally unaware.

"We got enemies in the rear!"

Craig grabbed the controls of his X-Wing and wheeled around quickly dodging several red rays of blaster fire. Craig saw one of the X-Wings go down towards the planet. The right wing of that X-Wing had been blown off. Craig blasted at the ships flanking them and took down one of them. The commander was screaming on the coms telling them to protect the transport.

"Maybe they should give some damn help for once!"

Craig punched the accelerator and flew towards a small group of fighters.

"Here we go!"

 

[Craig Bowler]

The airspace surrounding Tython was now in the midst of a large dogfight in the skies. Several X-Wings were hit straight out of the sky. The transport ship had made it into Tython. The X-Wings only had to protect its flank. For now, the hardest part of the mission was finished. Now? The real mission has begun.

Objective : Protect flank of transport.

Craig clicked the booster switch underneath his left control panel and flew straight for two fighters ahead of him. One of them avoided him and he took aim at the other. Taking one precise shot at the left engine, the fighter veered left right into another fighter.

"Were almost to the dropzone! We got fighters on our flank!"

Craig and three other X-Wings flew down into the atmosphere of Tython. The four of them split up and took aim at the fighters separately. Together, they distracted the fighters from the transport. The fight in the skies continued. The rest of the X-Wings outside of Tython airspace kept up the fight.

 

[Joycelyn Zambrano]

Contested Outpost
Engaging: [member="Ryan Korr"]

All she could see was the black of her helmet's polarisation as it, quickly but not quickly enough, returned to an opaque state. In that moment, her eyes were blind - but the Force was still with her. Hearing his footsteps, she sensed his aggression. It was not the hateful aggression of the dark side, but a clear intent to harm her person.

Her sabre-hand moved towards the first target she sensed - Left shoulder. Joyce was prepared to parry and riposte, trusting in the reach of her long arms.

However.

Just as the Jedi Master had intended, her parry hit nothing of consequence. In the last split second, Joycelyn tried to move her body back and out of the way to avoid the true strike, but she felt it burn through the flesh of her upper arm. Her movement took some of the bite out of it, but it was a hit none the less. And mother Vahl was it painful.

The Vahlacanthix' voice roared through the helmet in response. Pain bled into a fury, pure, white-hot, just on the edge of uncontrollable rage. At the end of the backstep, Joyce's foot planted firmly as she brought her left hand forward. One would expect a blast of the Force; a push for distance perhaps. Instead, a jet fire burst from her palm, roaring towards the Jedi's torso.

 

[Zef Halo]

ABOARD THE SHIP
TYTHON ATMOSPHERE

The ship took off and Stiletto found themselves surrounded by Vahla who were talking in their own language. No one understood a word. Only occasionally someone spoke Basic regarding someone's wounds and medics, including droids were dispatched to treat as best as they can the injured.

Through various pick up points did the ship go almost ground side, enough for the ramp to touch the ground without shutting the engines down for the soldiers to get in hastily and the ship to move to the next designated evac point.

Eventually, the final evac point was where most of the Sith were located - a contested outpost.

Granted, the point was half klick away from the outpost but transmissions would soon interrupt any chatter the Sith might be having.

:: All Sith-Imperial callsigns, this is Stiletto Actual. We're at final evac zone, can't stand long here. :: Captain Najek's voice pierced through the Sith communication channels.

It was time to go home.

[member="Vaylin"] | [member="Joycelyn Zambrano"] | [member="Darth Saarai"] | [member="The Matador"] | [member="Jorryn Fordyce"] | @Sith-Imperials​

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