Faction Codes and Convictions | LS & TJO

[Wuxia Wukong]

Objective III: Common Ground

Wu was concerned. His padawan Feng Huang had expressed admiration for the Lightsworn and their mission. Knowing by now that expressing his stern disapproval, was likely just to provoke a reactionary rebellious response which could very well drive her further towards their path. Wu had merely withheld a frown, and allowed his blessing for Feng to go on a mission evacuating refugee's.

Atleast the mission was a worthy one, and not a straight forward assassination of a Sith Lord.

Wu thought to himself. Evacuating refugee's was how Wu had started Feng on her first battlefield missions after all. It would be hypocritical of him to deny her the opportunity to go on such a mission on one of her first independent missions of him.

And it would be wrong to deny the refugee's assistance merely for some reservations about his allies purpose.

Wu reminded himself gently with a sigh.

Instead of stewing in his own trepidation and worry, Wu had meditated on it. Coming to the conclusion that he had no right to judge the Lightsworn without ever having even met with one. Perhaps asking and answering a few of his questions and concerns in the process.

So Wu was trying to keep an open mind at an event of diplomacy, and good will even while he worried for Feng both on a dangerous mission without him their to guide her and for the potential paths she might take.

Wu looked around the Jedi Reflectory and breathed deep. Someone had laid a table of food out. Wu grinned and laughed a woop in victory, running in a simian lope, hands and feet he launched himself at the buffet table and started stuffing his face with fruit.

Before realising he had disturbed a Jedi in the process.

"Sorry" Wu mumbled mouth full. Wu swallowed and cleared his throat.

"My apologies. I'm Master Wu. Of the Kattadan Enclave." Wu bowed in doing so dropped several fruit. He hastily bent to pick them up, placing them back on the buffet table.

 

[Aiden Porte]

OBJ-2
Hanna City Spaceport
Feng Huang Nathan Bloodscrawl Tilon Quill Tydeus of Tion Tansu Treicolt Talsin Lota

Aiden noted the assist from fellow Jedi Nathan and he gave quick look to him and nod of recognition and respect. He looked back, twirling his blade around to deflect the oncoming blaster fire. After this group was taken out, the lines were beginning to get spread thin.

"What's the situation?"

"Hey Feng! When did you get here?!" Aiden inquired with a smile and nod in respect to his fellow Jedi. The more that had arrived just increased their chances of mission success. This was the first of many incursions into Imperial territory. There were hundreds of thousands of Republic citizens and many Jedi that were displaced and on the run, hiding from the Imperial squads.

There was so much work to do.

"We almost have the spaceport clear, Jedi Nathan has taken out of the tower already and their communications should be down. There are others here securing the perimeters and the upper levels. We need to secure a foothold here, to ensure the evacuations take place as planned."

 

[Kyric]

Into the Breach
Evacuate Civilians
Market Square, Outskirts of Hanna City
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A quiet fear spread through the gathered civilians left to watch the Wake of Balmorra depart from Hanna City. No one wanted to say it, for fear of speaking such a fate into being, but many worried the ship wouldn't return for them. Already their lives took a turn for the worst with the Galactic Empire's conquest of Chandrila. The cynics among the crowd darkened the mood further, counting themselves among those abandoned to the whims of mad Sith and their cohorts.

Kyric didn't pay much attention to them. Kindness wouldn't quiet their fears, not after the rapid expansion of the Imperial War Machine within the very heart of the Galactic Alliance.

Resistance fighters stood at the corners of every intersection on the outskirts of the city. Their orders were simple: stand firm in the face of tyranny and direct their fellows to the evacuation point. More ships would arrive in the Wake's absence, and the combined forces of the Jedi Order and the Lightsworn needed every second to efficiently move this many people before danger befell them all.

"Master Karis!"

The kiffar turned to see a young woman who hadn't even seen her eighteenth summer come jogging up to him. She held her blaster propped up against her shoulder as if she weren't used to the weight of the weapon.

"What is it, Oroia?" Kyric asked.

"Blue Squadron will be arriving here shortly with a fresh wave of evacuees. Green and Red have come under fire from an Imperial attack force masquerading as civvies at the cross section of Nebular and Cosmos streets. What are your orders, sir?"

Kyric tapped his jaw thoughtfully and mulled over the report for a moment. "Have Gold abandon the wheat packaging facility and wheel around to hit the Imps from behind. Deploy smokes to cover the retreat and blow the streets to waylay the advance."

"Yes, sir!" Oroia hurried off to the communications panel and relayed Kyric's orders to the half dozen squads deployed across the southern quadrant of Hanna City.

Three light-freighters descended from above and landed in the space Quill's ship had taken minutes before. Ramps descended seconds later, allowing for more refugees to board. With limited space compared to some of the other vessels employed for evacuation, children and their caretakers were prioritized, while able-bodied adults remained behind. Tension continued to mount within the square, but there wasn't anything to be done.

"Sir!" Oroia shouted from the panel. "We've got AT-ST's a klick out from our position and approaching!"

Kyric lifted his commlink to his lips and activated it. "Knight Varnok, this is Kyric. I've got two raptors movin' in on LZ-S1. Move to intercept, then rendezvous with Gold Squadron south of the packagin' plant. Contact me once you've made contact with Gold-1." He lowered the commlink from his lips and turned to watch the light-freighters rise rapidly into the air. They disappeared behind the heavy cloud cover a moment later.

These people needed more time. Desperately.

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Tags: Kael Varnok | Tilon Quill

 

[Kael Varnok]

Kael Varnok's sharp blue eyes narrowed as the commlink crackled with Kyric's urgent update. Finally, he thought. Some proper heat to stoke the flames. A smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth. "Looks like I'm finally getting off my ass and into the fire."

Moving swiftly through the streets toward the rendezvous point near the wheat packaging plant, Kael's senses prickled. Imperial patrols, cloaked in dull black armor, prowled the shadows like hungry beasts. With a sudden blur of motion, his dual curved-hilt sabers flickered to life — orange and yellow blades humming a deadly song. The patrols didn't stand a chance.

After dispatching the last guard with a savage flourish, Kael's gaze lifted to the sky where the low hum of engines cut through the tension. His ride awaited.

Brama Harand, his modified ARC-7X "Forkblade" interceptor, crouched nearby like a predator ready to strike. Its matte black hull bore the blood-red tribal etchings of Drosk-7, a bone-plated fin rising from the dorsal like a battle scar made steel. Kael vaulted into the cockpit, settling in beneath the tinted canopy. The neural-linked helmet synced instantly, Sunn-IX's voice whispering in his ear, "Ready for engagement, Kael."

The twin KDY 48-j refit engines roared to life as he launched into the cloudy sky, weaving with practiced precision toward the looming threat of the AT-ST walkers. Target locked, he unleashed a salvo of high-yield proton torpedoes. Explosions blossomed in the distance, sending the mechanized beasts into disarray and buying precious seconds for the evacuees below.

Skimming rooftops, the Brama Harand slid into position near Gold Squadron. Kael touched down and keyed his commlink. "Kyric, this is Varnok. Walkers are crippled and staggered. Moving to rendezvous with Gold-1. What's the next spark you want me to throw into the fire?"

Kyric Tilon Quill