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[Wuxia Wukong]

Objective III: Common Ground

TAG: OPEN

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

 

[Feng Huang]

Objective II
Hannah City Spaceport
TAG: Nathan Bloodscrawl Tilon Quill Tydeus of Tion Tansu Treicolt Talsin Lota Aiden Porte

"Hey Aiden!" Feng grinned widely, almost shutting her eyes. "I've been here awhile a mother was screaming she'd left her baby behind. I elected to go and get her. Had to disobey orders to do it, but oh well. I need to be able to sleep at night."

Feng shook her head.

"Every life has value, but children are precious. Besides it's Jedi's purpose to protect all life no matter how small to the bigger picture."

Feng glanced at Aiden out of the corner of her eyes hoping she wouldn't be in trouble. She knew logically that missions like this needed a military structure and chain of command, that those orders should be obeyed, but… it was a baby!

Feng nodded firmly and snapped parade ground salute standing too attention. Or atleas what she hoped was a parade ground salute, truthfully she felt a little silly and started to blush.

"Er. I mean yes Knight Aiden." Feng resettled into a more formal bow like a Padawan showing respect to a Master at the end of a training session. Those she was more comfortable with.

"Hmm how many Jedi do we have? and how many troops? How many troops are we facing? Do they have any force users that we know about?" Feng raised an eyebrow "Do we know any of that?"

Feng was distracted as she force sensed a blaster bolt headed straight for the side of her head, on reflex and instinct her purple lightsaber snapped out, parried the bolt in a Shien move sending it back to it's source. The enemy were forming up for another wave.

"Guess we'll find out!" Feng said with a fierce grin as if she were anticipating her next meal.

 

[Brandyn Sal-Soren]

╭─────────── Ties That Bind ───────────╮​

Brandyn's shoulders relaxed when Lorn arrived, but barely. He appreciated having someone to stand beside in the discussions. But the last time he and Lorn had been united on any action regarding council decisions, it was in asking Brandyn's sister to step down as Grandmaster. Brandyn's shoulders tensed again.

Briana was still in charge. They had worked things out. But...

Brandyn's head bowed slightly to greet his fellow council member. There was time to worry after they had ruined these talks.

His brow quirked at the greeting Lorn received, especially the comments on Brandyn's own pensiveness. Forgive me for not wanting to fight three wars at the same time.

He listened to the two speak, but offered with a gesture for them to enter a private room. No need to have this conversation before the younglings that were walking to class. The door slid behind them, giving them the privacy to continue. And the start of the conversation was as Brandyn expected. An entree of congratulations and back handed condescension.

"Thank you, Masters Ashina, for your consideration of our present distress. I, myself, lost a padawan during the recent Black Sun incursions," he said, muscles tightening in not so subtle warning to tread lightly, "and a fellow council member is missing...among as you say...our wounded."

"Thank you. For admiring our efforts."

His hackles had been raised, but a quick glimpse of Lorn in his periphery reminded Brandyn of the need of calm. Thoughts of home, Cybelle, the small kicks of their soon to arrive child...they centred him, pushed away the slight he had felt. The was so much to fight for still.

His posture changed, to one intentionally more at ease, even if it had not quite reached his face yet.

"We are not blind to other threats," he said, with a long breath inwards, "nor will we sit idly by when they knock on our door, be they Black Sun...Sith...Imperial...or a swarm of rabid mynocks. But what you ask of our fledging Order is to go on the offensive. To strike before we are struck. Is this assumption correct?"

His eyes shifted, trying not to appear accusatory. "I would loathe to misunderstand you."

| TAG: Henna Ashina Inosuke Ashina Lorn Reingard |

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[Lorn Reingard]

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Lorn kept his silence as they moved into the room his boots falling softly, each step carefully measured. He allowed Brandyn to carry the burden of words first, while his own gaze drifted to Henna and Inosuke, observing them with the quiet scrutiny of a man who had faced too many strangers with unshakeable convictions.

The correction between "Knight" and "Master" didn't escape his notice. Neither did Henna's gentle praise, neatly tucked within a rebuke. He had heard tones like that before, in war rooms, from idealists who demanded blood drawn quickly and decisively.

He folded his arms loosely behind his back, his head inclined just enough to signal he was listening. But when Brandyn's final words hung in the air, Lorn finally stepped in.

"Your assumption is valid," his voice low, steady, carrying the slight rasp of someone still recovering. "But I think the question isn't whether the Jedi should strike first. It's whether striking first makes us stronger, or simply makes us what we swore never to be."

He let his eyes meet Henna's, unwavering but not confrontational. "I have seen what happens when we answer fear with the blade. Entire worlds left smoldering, enemies multiplying faster than we cut them down. The Sith and the Empire, they thrive on that cycle. They expect us to join it."

His gaze shifted briefly to Inosuke, weighing the man's sharpness, then back again.

"You are right to warn us. None of us are blind to the storm pressing in. But if unity is to mean anything, it cannot be forged by abandoning what makes us Jedi. If we choose every battlefield our enemies present, we will not endure."

Henna Ashina | Inosuke Ashina | Brandyn Sal-Soren​

 

[Ceton]

The Lightsworn were gaining speed. It didn’t mean they could be foolish, but hells, if Ceton didn’t want to show off what the Light Side was fully capable of. The TIE was flying still, but the Wake was taking off. Ceton nodded to his comm, but didn’t really respond. He was too focused, preparing himself. The Force was around him and he was calling it to his body as his free hand checked his lightsaber again. Not the crossguard though, the green blade.

The green blade was his throwing saber.

He shook his head another time. They’d get it when it was on the ground. He followed Aiden and the others.

He listened to the plan and nodded. Listening to the purple haired no-shell speak, he looked around. “It doesn’t matter how many there are. We can handle them. The Light is with us.” With that, his yellow crossguard lit up. The Yinchorri stepped forward.

It was time.

As blaster bolts came, the bright blade, and the large alien in target, Ceton got to work deflecting bolts, throwing some back to where he knew foes to be, and others to where he suspected. At times redirecting, freezing, and bending blaster bolts to hit the ground or go awry.

Aiden Porte Feng Huang

 

[Henna Ashina]

Objective I: Ties That Bind | Naboo
Inosuke Ashina | Lorn Reingard | Brandyn Sal-Soren

Their doubt stung. Henna was not blind to the way Brandyn bristled, nor to his greif. Lorn was steadier, wiser, perhaps - but his words echoed the same sentiment. Flegling order evoked the thought of history, a crutch for them to lean on.

"We do not answer with fear," The master corrected first, meeting Lorn's gaze. "But righteouness, in the name of forging a lasting peace."

It would not be a peace in their lifetime. It had taken her weeks to come to terms with it; that she and Inosuke would never know retirement, battle on until their flesh betrayed them. The promise of stability for their children was the hope she clung to.

"The New Jedi Order took up a similar call when they first formed. Their campaign against the Sith Empire was fruitful, bearing the Alliance many years of prosperity. It was only when the council became complacent that the Brotherhood of the Maw was able to fester and end it."

The hapan turned away, allowed herself to walk towards the wall of the corridor. A palm gently touched the wall. It was sturdy, but so too had theirs been.

"Do you know how many times we were forced to rebuild the Coruscant Temple after that mistake? And now it stands occupied by the Empire. They do not rest. While you await them to seek your homefront, they amass the means to destroy it."

 

[Hala Adris]

Shirayas Sanctuary​

She stirred the tea, staring absent-mindedly into the contents of her cup, the Mirialan was her usual awkward self among the throng of Jedi present. Tea was her weapon of choice in the downtime she'd get between missions and studying, a drink popular back home; she drank it by the boatload.

Ever since becoming Kyric's Padawan, Hala had seen deployment and combat numerous times. Paired up with another padawan by the name of Corr, who both mystified and scared the Mirialan, she hadn't talked much to him at all, but the two had an understanding and bond during combat.

She sighed with contentment at her drink, placing the spoon on her little tea plate, turning around to walk as she accidentally crashed into another Jedi present, drink spilling half on her, the floor and the other person present.

"WOah, watch it-."

Hala looked at the guy with a look of indignation and annoyance, before shrinking back into her usual coy, awkward self.

"Hey uh..."

She smiled sheepishly.

"Sorry?"

Suguru Hojo​

 

[Suguru Hojo]

The hospitality of the Naboo knew no bounds, but the Atrisian's curiosity eventually waivered. He'd slipped away from the talkative troupe — easily done as he already lagged behind it — and returned to where a dozen refreshments awaited him. None of the offered tea, despite its rich variety, enticed him as much, so Suguru Hojo felt glad he'd snuck a few sachets from home.

With a filled cup in hand, he sauntered away to enjoy his drink in peace. Only for a girl to clumsily clatter into him and spill half of his tea down his cloak. A glare piercing through the abyss eyed the wasted liquid, then shifted into the culprit's soul; as menacing as his gaze was, it bore no threat within.

"Apologies." Suguru zipped his cloak's high collar down to reveal the lower half of his face and wiped some of the tea's stain with his oversized sleeve, then as he was about to continue on his way, he noticed a small broach with the Lightsworn's symbol on the Mirialian girl's garments, "Are you here with Ashina?" he asked, voice calm and steady as still water.​

Hala Adris

 

[Aiden Porte]

OBJ-2
Hanna City Spaceport
Tags
Direct: Feng Huang Ceton Kyric

"I've been here awhile a mother was screaming she'd left her baby behind. I elected to go and get her. Had to disobey orders to do it, but oh well. I need to be able to sleep at night."

"Every life has value, but children are precious. Besides it's Jedi's purpose to protect all life no matter how small to the bigger picture."

"Er. I mean yes Knight Aiden."

"I'm glad you were able to help them." Aiden said amidst the battle as he moved forward, their numbers were dwindling. The enemy began to notice this as they moved for cover, yet were rooted out by the flanking guard that accompanied Aiden and the other Jedi. "And just Aiden is good enough, I promise." He said with a small smile.

"Hmm how many Jedi do we have? and how many troops? How many troops are we facing? Do they have any force users that we know about?"

“It doesn’t matter how many there are. We can handle them. The Light is with us.”

Before he could answer Jedi Ceton leaped into action voicing his will and determination at which Aiden just smirked and nodded his head towards him. The light was with them, that was clear.

Aiden looked over to Feng and winked at her. "He's not wrong you know." With that, he along with the rest of them pushed forward. He took cover quickly behind a stack of crates that hadn't been destroyed yet. He plan was to get an update to Kyric. He switched over to their other secure frequency to get in contact.

"Kyric, our attack on the spaceport is in full swing. With another few minutes we should have this location tied down. With all luck we should have more attention on our side to give your end the more time. May the force be with you my friend."

 

[Kyric]

"The AT-ST's have been neutralized, Master Karis," Oroia called from the communications terminal.

Kyric nodded in turn. "Have Red fall back to the the bridge north of our position. I'm givin' command of Gold to Knight Varnok. Here's to hopin' he can waylay the enemy's push."

"Understood, sir!" the young soldier practically shouted, then she began to relay his orders.

Two dropships landed in the center of the square behind the Jedi Knight. Smaller than even the light freighters, the growing dread within the plaza ballooned further. Many questioned the likelihood of escape with groups ranging in size of a few dozen escaping at a time. With the sounds of battle drawing nearer, Kyric considered riding out to battle himself, but he thought better of it in seconds. These people needed a firm hand to guide them, and there weren't any others about until Tilon's return.

"Chit," Kyric rubbed his forehead in an effort to soothe the steadily growing tension headache.

"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?"

Perfect timing.

"White Squadron is pinned in the Ol' Defense Fleet Headquarters. They've discovered half a dozen decommissioned dropships we can use to quicken evac, but enemy forces are pushin' em hard," Kyric recounted the information displayed to him by a three-dimensional holomap at his side. Red blips representing Imperial units were closing in on their position from the north, east, and west. It wasn't a pretty sight.

"We need those birds in the air ASAP. Imps are danger close. Clear a path for Gold to hit em from the east. Priority is gettin' the ships up and at em, ya' hear? Gold is yers' fer the assault."

An explosion north of the plaza tore Kyric's attention from the holo-terminal to the sight of growing smoke. The kiffar's eyes widened in surprise. Rarely did something so large get the drop on him, but the hysteria of the plaza coupled with the storm of emotions raging through the city blinded his sixth-sense to the danger nearby. Within seconds, another explosion ripped through the streets nearby, and the familiar sound of TIE fighters screeched overhead.

"Kyric, our attack on the spaceport is in full swing. With another few minutes we should have this location tied down. With all luck we should have more attention on our side to give your end the more time. May the force be with you my friend."

The message cut through Kyric's commlink as he thrust his hands upward to summon an ethereal barrier between the market square and an incoming flurry of turbolasers.

"I'm happy to hear it, Aiden. I've got enemy fighters swingin' 'round for another run on my position. These damned imps are swarmin' us here," Kyric responded as he lowered the barrier. He vaulted over the holo-terminal and charged up beside Oroia. He slammed his fist onto the distress beacon without hesitation and activated the communicator.

"This is Karis broadcastin' on all friendly frequencies. I've got a plaza full o' civvies and enemy TIE fighters bearin' down on us between bombin' runs north of our position. I'm requestin' friendly birds ASAP!"

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Tags: Aiden Porte | Kael Varnok | Tydeus of Tion | Feng Huang | Ceton | Tansu Treicolt | Talsin Lota

 

[Kael Varnok]

Kael Varnok's commlink hissed softly as he keyed in a reply. "Kyric, copy that. I'll accompany Gold Squadron from the east—make sure those evac ships get off the ground." His tone was clipped, professional, yet the edge of excitement threaded through it.


For a heartbeat, the other half stirred "soft. Too soft. Let me handle this. Let me tear them apart". Kael's pupils constricted sharply, slitting like a predator's, before he blinked hard and forced himself back into control. The moment passed so quickly no one else could have noticed, but the taste of the darkness lingered at the edges of his mind.

"Gold Squadron, eyes sharp," he added, letting just a trace of menace edge his words. "Civvies clear. TIEs incoming. Don't blink… or you'll regret it."

 

[Feng Huang]

Objective Two
Spaceport and Flying over the City
Nathan Bloodscrawl Tilon Quill Tydeus of Tion Tansu Treicolt Talsin Lota Kael Varnok

Feng smiled shyly, blushing a little at Knight…. At Aiden Porte insistence of a lack of formality. It felt nice, like she were truly being accepted as a comrade. Though Feng knew she had a long way to go before she could be considered his equal.

Feng rolled her eyes at Ceton . The Yinchorri Jedi had a lot of zeal, but 'the light is with us' I mean come on. Most Jedi would just make do with the force is with us and even then it was less of a declaration of righteous power, and more faith in their own abilities.

Feng giggled at Aiden's wink and comment.

These little moments of levity were important in a battle, it allowed bonding as well as an important rest between battles.

Feng heard Kyric request for aid. Feng felt a thrill. TIE fighters, she loved fighting TIE's. Feng opened her mouth to ask permission to go help him out, hesitated as she realised Aiden wasn't her master, and an official request for aid had been asked for. She didn't have time to waste.

"I'm gonna go help them out." Feng stated firmly nodding going red with her impertinence and self consciousness.

Feng scrambled and ran to her eta 2200 Jedi Interceptor . She was glad she had made the extra modifications to it's speed, she was also frantic that the lack of flares, burner deflector shields and 29L ECM Package wouldn't hinder her in the coming fight.

Feng got into the cockpit, and took off out of the hangar at speed.

"This is Violet Phoneix in the Lightning Bolt standing by for assistance." Feng Huang reported using her call sign and ship name to identify herself.

"TIE fighters approaching on my vector. TIE bombers identified doing strafing runs on civilian targets" Feng reported knowing she had split seconds to decide.

Military tactics would say take care of yourself first, you can't help others if you were dead. Feng shrugged that only assumed she couldn't out fly the approaching TIEs.

"Diving on the bombing runs. Stand by for assistance." Feng decided, sending the Lightning Bolt into a dive. This would be the first time she'd tested her out in combat she realised with a thrill.

The Lightning Bolt swooped down on the bombers with a fury, Feng took the first out from maximum range firing her PNS Rapid Fire Laser Cannons. The bombers were tough against harmless civillians, but were no match for an interceptor on their six. The second bomber tried a poorly executed manoeuvre to get out of her firing line. Feng adjusted her controls, and flew right up it's bunta.

"Take that sleemo's!" Feng exclaimed forgetting she was still on comms.

The remaining two bombers realizing their danger split up. Feng went for the one on the left first. He was better then the last started using the buildings as cover. Feng had to be careful here a precise shot she couldn't just rapid fire like she had with the others. Feng switch to Heavy Ion Cannons . She resisted the urge to fire off the cuff, and waited precious few moments.

"Wait for it… wait for it… gotchya!" Feng blasted her ion cannons the Tie started spinning out of control, Feng made precise movements with control triggers as if performing a kata and switched back to rapid fire. She blasted it out of the air before it could crash into the plaza.

Feng searched for the last bomber in the formation, but then the TIEs were on her vector.

"Should give you some breathing room Karis. I'll circle round in a bit, gotta shake these TIE's" Feng nodded and grinned, paused as some cannon fire blasted past her combat. Feng barrol rolled out of the line of fire and hit the hyperfuel.

"Anyone wanna give me a hand up here?!" Feng almost yelled her voice rising just a little in pitch.

 

[Ceton]

Ceton was not the type to really care what others thought. He was here, and as a Paladin of the Lightsworn, he knew what he was here for. It was to fight, to be the one who bloodied his own life on the saber, so that others may not. He had met a few others, from the New Jedi Order and The Jedi Order. They were all Jedi, yes, but just of different flavors. The ones that were with him could do a lot of the defense work while he took the fight forward.

For such a lumbering species, his lightsaber, even as a crossguard, moved quickly. The yellow flashes meeting red blaster bolts, sending them to the ground or in a return-to-sender move. He knew that they had to get to the spaceport. And that was where he was going. Another fighter, the TIE, swung around. Ceton called upon the Force, creating a barrier about him, but moving to catch the bolts from the enemy ship, sending them back up.

When he had a lightsaber in hand, there were few things that Ceton truly feared.

 

[Aiden Porte]

OBJ-2
Hanna City Spaceport
Tags
Direct: Ceton Kyric Feng Huang

"I'm happy to hear it, Aiden. I've got enemy fighters swingin' 'round for another run on my position. These damned imps are swarmin' us here,"

"Jedi Feng is going to assist with air support Kryic, hold on!" Aiden spoke quickly through the comlink as he looked to Ceton and followed suit behind him as he leaped over a duo of Imperials, upon landing his blade coming around to dispatch them.

"Ceton, I'm with you!" The Jedi Knight spoke as he moved up with his fellow Jedi, with good luck Feng would be arriving soon to help Kryic. If that didn't lessen things, Aiden would have to go and assist as well.

"You fight well Ceton, its an honor." Aiden spoke as his hand shot forward sending a force push towards another group of arriving soldiers. Behind him Shiraya's hope was mopping up what was left of the rabble here in the spaceport, it was nearly theirs.

 

[Kyric]

"Holy chit," Kyric mumbled as Feng zipped through the sky and engaged the enemy TIE fighters. "Wooohee, girl! Ye'd give my cousins a run for their money, I tell you what!"

With the market square no longer under threat of a bombing run, the Jedi Knight hurried back to the terminal he favored a moment before. His six squadrons were hard at work. Gold Squadron had nearly arrived at White's location, while Blue was already back out there in search of more civilians who weren't brave enough to face the embattled streets alone. Red and Green Squadrons began a slow retreat to reinforce the Square, it appeared, but they were under fire from multiple angles until they weren't.

Both squads disappeared simultaneously, wiped out in the blink of an eye seconds after a distant crash.

"What are we lookin' at now, Oroia?" Kyric demanded.

"I'm not sure, sir!"

Kyric considered his position anew. Whatever lurked out there had the firepower to kill two squads of armed militia men faster than they could collect data on the enemy. What little friendly forces remained wouldn't stand up to the threat alone, but the Jedi Knight knew his presence in the market prevented another form of defeat altogether.

"Reroute Blue into position to see if we can figure out what we're dealin' with," Kyric ordered. "If we lose another squad I'll take to the field. Until then, hunker down and focus on evac. That's top priority."

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Tags: Feng Huang | Aiden Porte | Kael Varnok

 

[Inosuke Ashina]

Objective I: Ties That Bind | Naboo
Henna Ashina | Brandyn Sal-Soren | Lorn Reingard

"Once, the Jedi Order lasted over a thousand generations. Now, fractured orders struggle to hang on for more than a few decades." Inosuke didn't share his wife's approach. He was far less the diplomatic type than she. Reingard and Sal-Soren would likely soon find him inflexible. However, that was what Henna was here for: to make the negotiations seem more pliable than the patriarch Ashina might usually permit.

"I understand that losing someone can be... difficult." It was closest to a condolence anyone would get from Inosuke, though it was clear he was earnest.

"But, until we take a page from our history and refuse to suffer the presence of our adversaries, these tragedies will continue. Our order, your order, they will amount to nothing but forty-year chapters of the Jedi that no one will remember."

 

[Kael Varnok]

The Forkblade tore across the storm-choked skies like a streak of black lightning, afterburners howling as Kael wrestled the yoke into a savage dive. The HUD painted red arcs all over his canopy—dozens of angry little TIEs closing fast on civilian targets.

His commlink crackled to life. "Kyric, this is Varnok. I can burn these gnats out of the sky before they scratch another roof." His tone was steady, calm—almost too calm.

Then his pupils narrowed, slitting like a predator's as the other voice surged forward. "Kill them. Burn them. Show them what fear really is." His hand hovered over the trigger, knuckles white, before he blinked—once, hard—and shoved the darkness back down where it belonged.

"…Correction," he muttered, voice edged but controlled as he toggled comms again. "I'll peel enough of them off to give Feng breathing room, then I'm regrouping with you at the square. Evac comes first—we lose those civvies, none of this matters."

The Forkblade screamed past the plaza at rooftop level, so close the wake rattled windows and sent civilians ducking instinctively. Kael carved up into a vertical climb, dragging half a squadron of TIEs after him. "Gold Squadron, with me! Run it like a hunt—we bleed them, then break east!"

His commlink flared again as the ship shuddered under cannon fire. Kael's grin widened, dangerous, teeth bared. "Kyric—keep the lights on down there. The fire's coming back your way."

Kyric Feng Huang