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Faction Crimson Tide: The Cost of Silence [The High Republic | The Jedi Order]


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The Jedi Order | The High Republic

The Thyferra System, located along the Rimma Trade Route, homeworld to the Vratix responsible for the discovery and manufacture of the now long-time and commercially used wonder-drug, Bacta, currently rests just outside of The High Republic’s sphere of Influence.
Between the planetoid itself and the sprawling commercial hub that is the Khevaris Space-Station, the world is greeted by a countless number of space-faring entrepreneurs, cargo and freight transport convoys, high-ranking businessmen and everyday customers or adventurers seeking their next triumph.

…And all of a sudden, what once came as endless communication across the holowaves, an entire system has been plunged into darkness, completely off-grid from all sensors of her neighbouring systems and larger political bodies.
No one had anticipated the deafening silence; there were no cries for help. One minute, the system was active in everyday data traffic, and then it was gone.

Thyferra’s surrounding systems, detecting the anomaly, scrambled to establish some form of lifeline.
Long-Range Sensor Arrays homed in on their neighbour and detected the presence of a large fleet that had made the jump from hyperspace, arriving in proximity to Kevaris Station; its composition fragmented and irregular, bearing no formal signs of affiliation with any one group, government, or world.


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The Jasso Sector had always been a popular spot for tourism and commercial interests. Thyferra, by and large, was responsible for one of the largest historical shifts in medicinal properties known to the Galactic Market.
Trade lanes bustled with constant traffic, freighters drifting in long chains, convoys carrying huge sums worth of cargo, feeding the galaxy’s need for bacta and commerce.
Khevaris Station stood at its centre, a beacon of industry, life, and motion. Until it wasn’t, and the silence was abrupt and damning. No staggered failure. No warning signs. One moment, a living system of voices and signals. Next, there was nothing.

By the time Thyferra Command attempted to re-establish contact, the station was already gone from the grid. Automated relays failed. Emergency redundancies returned no signal. Even civilian frequencies, once cluttered with chatter, had fallen still.

Then came the sensor reports. Unidentified vessels are entering the sector. Not in formation, not unified, but converging. A fractured armada stitched together from mismatched hull signatures and transponder ghosts. Pirates. But not a single cell or criminal organisation, this seemed to be a much larger collaborative effort, a congregation of smaller criminal groups, marauders merging on the drifting Kevaris Station.

The High Republic cannot afford uncertainty, not here. Khevaris Station is too vital. Too populated. Too symbolic. The Jedi Order has been called upon, not for war, but for clarity.

To investigate.
To restore order.
To remind the galaxy that the light still answers.

Yet whispers ripple through the Outer Rim…This attack was not random. Criminal syndicates, once fractured and territorial, have formed a temporary alliance. Drawn together by opportunity… or perhaps something darker and more deliberate.

Fear is spreading, and fear influences credits.

Objective One: Secure Kevaris Station - Marauders, thieves, and killers are boarding the Station, home to thousands of citizens, crews, employees and corporate market chains. This Station is a treasure trove of industry, from medicinal to science, with hangars full of starships soon to be taken, and helpless workers killed for their meagre possessions. Your job is to save as many as possible, secure the Station before it is compromised, and remove the threat using whatever methods are deemed necessary to end the violence.

Objective Two: Engage the Enemy Fleet - There are no telltale signs of association to the larger galactic powers here; every ship differs in make, model and firepower. Coordination among the pirate fleet is chaotic and unpredictable as each strives to take a larger cut for themselves. These merciless criminals, mercenaries, rogues and scavengers are willing to take what doesn’t belong to them, at any cost. Whether through boarding action or fleet engagement, you are to keep them at bay for as long as possible. Best-case scenario, send them packing. Worst case, stay alive until further reinforcements from the High Republic arrive to back you up.

Crimson Tide Leaders:

Supporting Fleet Composition:
 


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Objective: 1
Tags: Jedi / Open​

Aiden Porte did not arrive alone.

His transport settled at Dock Seven with a firm metallic lock. Distant shouting, and a blaster report echoing somewhere deeper inside the corridor network. The station was still alive, but it was afraid.

A small detachment of Republic soldiers moved with him as the hatch lowered. They formed around him without hesitation, disciplined and ready, their presence bringing order into a corridor that had only known confusion for hours.

Aiden stepped onto the station first.

Through the Force, he could feel the others arriving across its vast structure. Jedi Masters and Knights taking their places along different docking arms and access rings, each one a steady presence pushing back against the rising fear spreading through the station's population.

He was not the only one answering the call. They had all come for the same reason.

Fear and hate had no place here. Aiden rested his hand lightly at his side as he looked down the dim corridor ahead, his voice calm as he spoke to the soldiers beside him.

"Keep your eyes open, they are here. Find them, ensure they don't harm anyone else."



 
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OBJECTIVE 1: MASTERMIND

The underworld was ripe for the taking.

Black Sun has fallen, and now the various syndicates and common scum no longer have a guiding hand. Once more, it falls upon the Sith to ensure they cause the chaos necessary for the dark tide to expand yet further, to sow death and fear into countless outlying systems that have yet to choose a side in the coming war.

And there will be war. War on a scale not seen in generations.


For such was the will of Darth Nefaron.


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Kevaris Station fell quickly to the loose confederacy of criminal gangs, all vying for the spoils of conquest. The armada of ships that ensured no vessels escaped the station remained in place, effectively blockading Thyferra and cutting the system off from the wider galaxy, at least for a time.

Nefaron had been careful to largely conceal his role in this little operation, communicating by holo or hand-picked courier when possible. Still, regardless, he had found worthy leaders of this little raid amongst the now fractured denizens of the underworld. From the Hutt Cartel to the shattered remnants of Black Sun, many answered the call for renewed conflict and slaughter. It was only now that the plan that had been so carefully crafted went into effect that the Corpse Lord chose to act in person, arriving aboard the station in as much secrecy as possible. The leaders of this so-called "Crimson Tide" were free to do as they pleased, but they had to grant the Dark Lord but a single concession;


He wanted the most intelligent of the station's denizens. New slaves to grow his endless warmachine.

There was resistance, of course, but none defied the will of the Sith.

Secluded within the depths of the station, confined to a tucked-away hanger bay, a civilian cargo freighter was loaded with the living cargo the Sith Lord required. It would be from his hideaway that the Corpse Lord watched the High Republic, and more importantly, the Jedi, who were lured into the first of many traps laid out by the Sith. They would leap at the chance to protect the innocent and ensure the flow of bacta to nearby systems, but in return, they would further commit themselves to conflict and militarization.

Full-scale war was coming, and it would see the Republic and the Empire decimated as a result.

Then Nefaron would make his play.

 

CRIMSON TIDE | THE COST OF SILENCE
OBJECTIVE II:
Engage the Crimson Tide Fleet
STARFIGHTER: S-91x Pegasus Starfighter (Astromech: Chip)
SUPPORT CRAFT: 1x HRNV N-1 Suncrown-class Snubfighter Squadron
TAGS: The High Republic | Aiden Porte Aiden Porte


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The HRNV N-1 Suncrown-class Snubfighter Squadron screamed out of the hangar of the Republic Heavy Frigate, thrusters ablaze with Balun Dashiell seated in the cockpit of the lead craft, the S-91x Pegasus standing out from the rest. They had arrived in the Jasso Sector at the beckoning of the High Republic, Jedi and Republic Navy scrambling as an attack force of unknown origin had suddenly arrived over Thyferra, targeting the heavily populated Khevaris Station in orbit overhead.

It had been a long time since Balun had taken the helm of anything combat-related, and prior to departing the Frigate, he had been forced to remind himself of the lives that were on the line, if only to will his heart to slow its pace. Adrenaline surging through his veins, amping him up as he took the S-91x Pegasus out and away from the large ship, his hands driving the throttle forward and opening the engines up, the thrum of energy vibrating through the cockpit an echo of velocity and power that he held in his hands.

On his six, there were twelve accompanying HRNV Snubfighters, a squadron complement that had been committed to his command out of consideration for his rank as Jedi Knight, yet it was another factor that he had to try to push past. Their lives lingered on his every instruction, his leading them into a known battle, the chaos and speed of ship-to-ship combat.

Comms chatter from the other pilots sounded off in his ear, remarks about the fleet of unknown origin. Who and what they were fighting, yet to be confirmed, other than the complement of the enemy fleet itself. It wouldn't be until visual range was acquired that the first insignia came into view, the capital vessels of which smaller craft surrounded, seemingly the lead targets of the invading enemy's coordination. Balun, however, was tasked with thinning out the support craft numbers, their squadron driving forward as countless smaller ships seemed to depart from one of the Cruisers and head their way.

"Fighter Squadrons ahead. Peel off in twos and spread them out once the action hits, don't let them bunch up on you," Balun spoke into his mic to his squadron pilots, sounding very much lacking when it came to the pilot-talk; "And may the Force be with us", he added, as if to remind them they were fighting alongside the Jedi.

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Jedi Apprentice: Cerys Dyn Cerys Dyn
Major Faction: The High Republic
Sub-Faction: Jhaessa Prime
Conglomerate: Dashiell Incorporated™

Subsidiary Company: Dashiell Retrofit™



"Speech"
'Thought'
 

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Objective: II

Starfighter: Jadefire (Astromech Droid: T4P-1T)
Support Craft: The Spirit of Unity, 2 squads of Outback X-Wings.
TAGS: The High Republic | Aiden Porte Aiden Porte | Balun Dashiell Balun Dashiell
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Casaana didn't have a military rank, she was still just a Padawan after all, but she did have a surprising number of friends. So when she learned that there was a situation on Thyferra and an all-call out for Jedi to come help, she passed on the call to more Jedi, specifically to The Spirit of Unity. Because if there was a pirate fleet out attacking people, having even a light cruiser out as backup would be nice. Plus, it was poetic, Casaana thought to herself in the cockpit of her custom interceptor. The cruiser had once been a pirate ship itself until she'd come across it and captured it with a team of other Jedi that had come together to save the cruise liner it was attacking.

The barest of shudders went through the ship as it translated to real space, and containing her excitement, Casaana waited for the deck officer's orders. First out were the x-wing squads. Solid, if slightly dated ships known more for their reliability and balanced performance than being cutting edge. But that didn't mean their pilots didn't have any tricks up their sleeves. They'd surprised Casaana more than once in the simulators. One squad peeled away to chase after the Cruiser's first targets while the second stayed close, screening against counterattack. Then it was Casaana's turn. Bringing up the Jadefire's engine, she smoothly pulled it forward before dipping out of The Spirit's ventral hanger. Throttling up, she chased after the attack squad of x-wings.

Over the comms, she heard the Captain announcing them to the High Republic ships before switching to a general frequency to deliver the standard ultimatum to the pirates. Surrender, flee, or face justice. Casaana was determined to see as many of the pirates face that last option alive as possible. Engaging the underslung heavy hybrid beam cannon, she routed power to it, letting it charge as she selected the ion mode. Her first target was one of the gunships, raining down blaster fire on it as she passed before pirouetting around to come up on its tail to let the ion beam play across its weakened shield before it broke and the engines took the remainder of the beam's ionizing energy. Circling up and around to dive on the gunship, she shot out its engines, taking it out of the fight.

Checking her surroundings again, she juked out of the way as an x-wing chased a Z-95 past. Following through, she circled and intercepted another headhunter trying to rescue its wingmate. A whole other squad was moving in, trying to overwhelm the lone squadron when the surrounding area lit up with red fire. The Spirit of Unity had moved into position to give the x-wings some direct fire support with her heavy lasers and point defense on her way past to find one of those pirate cruisers and see if they lived up to the title.

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Objective One: Secure Kevaris Station
Tags: Open
"Give us the goodies, woman," barked the ruffian after having spent the last few minutes roughing her up. The mother of three had put up what feeble fight she could, yet to little avail, and now had to watch her children look on in horror at the scene unfolding before their young eyes. Their mother, beaten and bludgeoned, face swollen and clothes ripped to tatters. She would meet their horrified stares through the floorboards whenever she could, trying to silently soothe her babies. She wept at the sound of a knife slicing through the last straps of her clothes.

A commotion came from outside the dwelling, followed by a loud thud as a body was thrown up against the locked entryway. "Check it out," said the leader to his fellow bandits, forcefully holding the mother down whilst reaching for his blaster. The heavy blast door came crashing into the room with such violence that it pinned one of the home invaders to the far wall, splitting at the waist.


"FETH!"

A dense fog poured into the room, enveloping the other henchman until the sickening squelching noise of a head being crushed ended the man's screaming. Before the abuser could attempt to hold the poor woman at gunpoint, the tip of a blade cut through the fog and placed itself at his juggular, piercing his flesh just enough to draw blood. He froze, eyes following the length of the ornate blade to its wielder.

"W-what are you," he audibly gulped. As the unnatural fog lifted, the first thing he saw were a pair of ruby eyes glaring at him. The mighty figure swept aside the remaining fog, revealing his knightly warplate.

"Justice," the figure uttered before a flick of his wrist severed head clean from shoulders. Though smattered in her assailant's blood, she looked up at her rescuer with shock, which turned to awe upon the removal of his winged helmet. A long mane of gold framed an aged face worn down from too much hardship, yet even the inherent sadness in his eyes did not strip away the warmth of his smile when he offered her his hand.

She gratefully accepted, especially so when the towering stranger wrapped a blanket around her dishevelled form. By then the little ones had burst forth from their hiding place beneath the floorboards, crowding their poor mother as they cried in unison. The mother turned to the blonde giant with a question on her mind, but no words came.

He simply reached down and cupped her cheek, wiping away her tears of gratitude as he smiled.

"Stay here, and stay hidden. There may be others," he told them. "Take their weapons. I'll dispose of the bodies." The eldest was quick to scamper around the apartment and collect the three blasters as the others crawled back beneath the floor.

"Th-thank you," the mother finally squeaked out a meager response. The tall knight turned to the family as he was about to depart. "May the Force be with you," he bowed his head, then donned the menacing helmet once more and stepped outside, summoning the heavy door back into place.

Thurion looked to the skies, the feed of his visor detailing the incoming ships.

"Jedi of the High Republic," he mused. "Welcome, kinsmen."
 
Walking myth, warning label, and mild HR violation
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COST OF SILENCE
THYFERRA - KEVARIS STATION
OBJECTIVE 1



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It has been a long time since he had been able to enjoy a day with a certain someone and of course another. However here we are. They were walking the Promenade, having picked up something she had ordered a long time ago that was finally in.

That is when everything went south.

The attacks, the ambushes, it was a warzone in a moment’s eye. The fragile peace that was balanced was tipped with the terrifying drones of weapons fire and explosions. Connel instinctively wanted them to sorely realize the weight of their mistake, but he had someone with him. No, not Lira, she could handle herself, probably better than many of these “boarders” but she knew what was holding him back, kissed him on the cheek, whispered in his ear and patted him on the back.

He then reached into her pack and pulled out his lightsaber, running towards the trouble… just like a Vanagor.

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[Text in Brackets is spoken on Comm-link] ~Like this is through the Force~​
 


Aboard the Gravewind Guardian 334-class light cruiser, the bridge thrummed with the steady pulse of engines and distant weapons fire, a rhythm Kael Vorr had long since learned to appreciate. He rose from his command seat, boots echoing against durasteel as his gaze settled on the hololithic display, Khevaris Station burning in fragments of light and shadow, swarmed by the fractured might of the Concord.
Hutt vessels lumbered through the chaos, the Void Wings carved surgical paths through fleeing traffic, and the Blood Bones tore into anything slow enough to catch. Even the remnants of the Black Sun lingered at the edges, scavengers clinging to a name that no longer carried weight.

Pathetic.

Kael didn’t care what had broken them. A failed coup and internal rot made no difference. Weakness always revealed itself eventually. And today wasn’t about history. It was about the hunt.
Freighters scattered like frightened prey, engines flaring as they tried to break from the kill zone. Ion fire crippled some, left them drifting, ripe for boarding. Others… Kael had no patience for. Better to slag them outright, let the debris cool, and pick through the remains at leisure. Cleaner. Efficient.

“Vorr. Nyra Solis is hailing us.”

Kael exhaled slowly through his nose, already irritated. Of course she was.

“Put it through.”

He dropped back into his command chair, fingers brushing the control panel as the holocom flickered to life. Nyra Solis appeared, Twi’lek, hard-eyed, her lekku bound in leather and bone like some war idol carved from flesh. She looked like she wanted blood. Good. So did everyone else.

“What can I do for you, Nyra?” he said, voice flat, already done with the conversation before it began. Her expression tightened at the name. Always did.

“The Jedi have engaged my people aboard Khevaris,” she said, tone sharp, controlled. “They could use additional firepower.” Not a request. Never a request.

Kael leaned back slightly, eyes drifting to the battle map as if she were already an afterthought. “My crews are occupied,” he replied. “The Jedi were expected. You knew that when you signed on.”

A pause, just long enough to make the next words sting. “If your people can’t handle them, then they’re already dead. Open fire on the station. Flush them all into vacuum, Jedi included. At least then you walk away with something.”

There was no malice in it. No anger. Just truth, delivered without care.

“The Gravewind is busy culling escapees,” he continued, almost idly. “Fighter wings are tied up with Republic interference. If you want help, try your luck with someone else.” His eyes snapped back to her, cold and final. “Otherwise, keep the channel clear.”

He cut the transmission without waiting for a reply.

Silence returned to the bridge, save for the distant thunder of battle and the quiet confirmations of his crew. Kael rested his hand against the armrest, watching as another fleeing vessel flared brightly on the display… and vanished.

Temporary alliances. Convenient lies. As long as the credits flowed and the guns stayed pointed outward, the Concord held. But Kael Vorr wasn’t naive. When this was over, when the station was stripped bare, and the Republic pushed back into the void, there would be a reckoning.

And when that time came…

Nyra Solis would never see it coming.


  • Vessels fleeing Khevaris Station and the Jasso Sector are being intercepted by Guardian 334-class light cruiser - “The Gravewind”, not to capture but to kill.
  • Space Pirates aboard Khevaris station are engaging the Jedi and civilians with equal measure, killing everything and everyone that moves. The Jedi, however, are making ground.
  • The Guardian 334-class light cruiser - “Blood Tithe” is moving to broadside Khevaris Station, weapon systems charging in preparation to fire on the Space Station's lower flank.
  • Z-95 Starfighters continue their dogfight against Republic X-Wings and Suncrown-class Snubfighters.
  • Anyone capable of intercepting comms transmissions from the enemy will have identified on of the names of the suspected leadership of the Pirate Fleet, Nyra.

 


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Objective: 1
Tags: Open
En Route to -
Thurion Heavenshield Thurion Heavenshield Connel Vanagor Connel Vanagor


Aiden moved forward without hesitation, the blue blade in his hand cutting clean arcs through the dim corridor as the pirates tried to regroup around him. Blasterfire snapped past his shoulders and struck the bulkheads behind him, but each shot that came close enough to matter was already turning aside before it could reach the civilians still scrambling for cover along the walls. He did not slow as he advanced. Every motion of his blade carried purpose, not anger, clearing space where there had been none only moments before.

"Move toward Dock Seven," he called to a cluster of frightened technicians pressed low behind a cargo pallet, his voice steady enough to cut through the noise of the firefight. One of the pirates stepped forward to block their path and raised a rifle that never had time to fire. Aiden's saber passed once through the air between them and the weapon fell silent with the rest of the corridor. He shifted his stance immediately after, guiding the civilians forward with a brief gesture while turning back toward the next threat already closing in from the adjoining passage.


 

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Objective: II

Starfighter: Jadefire (Astromech Droid: T4P-1T)
Support Craft: The Spirit of Unity, 2 squads of Outback X-Wings.
TAGS: The High Republic | Aiden Porte Aiden Porte | Balun Dashiell Balun Dashiell | Pillar of Resolve Pillar of Resolve | Connel Vanagor Connel Vanagor | Thurion Heavenshield Thurion Heavenshield | Darth Nefaron Darth Nefaron
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The Spirit of Unity's Captain patched into Casaana's comms, "Jadefire, we've managed to intercept and decrypt the tail end of a pirate communication. It seems the one giving orders is aboard a Three Thirty-Four cruiser called the Grave Wind. It's currently attacking vessels as they flee, please move with squad one and intercept. We'll cover your movement." Casaana looked to where the indicated cruiser was as she pulled her nimble interceptor through a turn, rolling out of it on the new heading as she and nine x-wings from the first squad peeled off. Two had been destroyed, while one returned to the Unity after taking heavy damage, success was coming at a cost.

Behind them, the escort cruiser would rake any z-95s that tried to follow with her heavy lasers and point defense as it crossed the x-wing's trail on the way to defend the station with the second squad of x-wingss. Most of these pirate ships were several classes beneath the Jedi cruiser, and the Captain knew how to use its layered mon-cal shields and defenses to best advantage, and that was by getting the Unity's hard-hitting turbolasers into the fight.

As for Casaana, she was checking her speed, making sure not to out race the x-wings with her even as they used their SLAM drives to close the distance before evening out their power again before engaging. Eighteen proton torpedos lanced out from the fighters as Casaana opened up with her heavy ion beam again, firing on the Gravewind from long range. Even as the missiles streaked out, Casaana checked her instruments to keep an eye out for the other ships that had been harassing those fleeing to safety.

  • Spirit of Unity intercepts some pirate communication and orders the 9 remaining x-wings of the first squad and Cassana to stop the Gravewind.
  • The cruiser then sweeps across their trail to clear off any pursuers.
  • Casaana fires a heavy ion beam at the Gravewind as the 9 x-wings launch 18 proton torpedos at the 334 light cruiser.
  • Spirit of Unity is moving to engage, but has not yet reached the ships attacking the station along with its remaining x-wing squad.

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Walking myth, warning label, and mild HR violation
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COST OF SILENCE
THYFERRA - KEVARIS STATION
OBJECTIVE 1



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The brutality being shown made Connel forget one thing.

He did not have his “Ariel” gear.

Following the sound of weapons fire, he saw a group of three harassing a couple outside a McYodas. More of them were moving into the fast-food restaurant. That was a mistake. Sprinting and letting the Force center in his legs and assist a leap, Connel landed into the middle of the group. He fought like a trapped animal, they were killing indiscriminately , he had no need to hold back.

Using tactics he learned from his father, and experience he had gained on his own, Connel was able to be the distraction the innocents needed to be able to run.

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Thurion Heavenshield Thurion Heavenshield Aiden Porte Aiden Porte Casaana Casaana Balun Dashiell Balun Dashiell
[Text in Brackets is spoken on Comm-link] ~Like this is through the Force~​
 

CRIMSON TIDE | THE COST OF SILENCE
OBJECTIVE II:
Engage the Crimson Tide Fleet
STARFIGHTER: S-91x Pegasus Starfighter (Astromech: Chip)
SUPPORT CRAFT: 1x HRNV N-1 Suncrown-class Snubfighter Squadron
OBJECTIVE II TAGS: Casaana Casaana

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The shrill whistle and accompanying series of chirps from the Astromech in the droid bay was difficult to hear while Balun was focused on weaving his way around incoming blasterfire from the pirate fighters, the Z-95 Starfighters were all over him, and his squadron of Republic Snubfighters, the picture of a hornet's nest turned frenzied, as multiple small yet deadly agile ships pursued their targets.

Burying his consciousness within the Force, he sought to maintain a sense of calm as he banked the Pegasus to the starboard, guided by the ethereal energies that flowed through him, channelled in mind, body and spirit. The less he actively thought, pushing doubts and fears away in a rush, the greater the clarity of the Force's presence, its sight and precognition, which spurred his every action.

Another sharper whistle erupted from Chip, echoing through Balun's headset and forcing him to turn his attention towards the Guardian 334-class light cruiser (The Blood Tithe), which had changed its trajectory and appeared to be moving in approach of Khevaris Station itself. "I see it, Chip", Balun replied to the BB-Model Astromech who had pointed out that the light cruiser had begun priming its heavier weapon systems. Any form of attack on the station, no matter how small, would result in the immediate and painful loss of lives, sucked out into the vacuum of space to die a horrible death.

"All wings, form up on my mark now. That cruiser's making a run on Khevaris. Break into attack vectors and hit their shield generators hard, once they're exposed, shift all fire to their turbolaser batteries, cripple their guns before they can line up on the station".

Balun turned his Starfighter on its head, throwing the ship into a spin and squeezing off a few bursts from his laser cannons as he took out one of the Z-95's that had been on his tail. The enemy starfighter exploded into a flash of fire and shrapnel, quickly turning to space dust as the Pegasus shot through the debris en route to the Blood Tithe.

Following his lead, the N-1 Suncrown-class Snubfighters changed their course, assisting one another in clearing the enemy fighters off of their own tails before proceeding to form up on Balun's S-91x Triwing. As soon as they were back in formation, the Jedi Knight drove his hand forward against the throttle, and their thrusters opened up, on course to target the larger vessel like flies on chit.


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Former Mentor: Ala Quin
Jedi Apprentice: Cerys Dyn Cerys Dyn
Major Faction: The High Republic
Sub-Faction: Jhaessa Prime
Conglomerate: Dashiell Incorporated™

Subsidiary Company: Dashiell Retrofit™



"Speech"
'Thought'
 
Objective: 1 - Secure the Station
Outfit: Jedi Attire
Equipment: Arwr Da, Hydrangea Moonblade (concealed)
Tag: Thurion Heavenshield Thurion Heavenshield | Aiden Porte Aiden Porte | Connel Vanagor Connel Vanagor | Darth Nefaron Darth Nefaron | OPEN

The shuttle docked into the bay and Lily nodded her head to the High Republic forces, she had a good squad and balance of fighters. Lily was the one in the lead, charging forward off the ramp of the shuttle. Igniting her Lightsaber, Lily lifted the Lightsaber high in the air, symbolizing her arrival and heading into action. Lily rushed forward, as she always did and probably as she always would. Lily placed herself always where the fight was going to be the thickest and she was going to aim to inspire hope and resolve in those around her. The Lightsaber activated emitted that aura of mental fortitude and distilling the hope that Lily held inside those around her.

Moving through the station, Lily silently gestured soldiers and fellow Jedi that were following to disperse as they moved into the larger areas of the stations. They needed to cover as much area as possible, there were going to be civilians lost or stuck and in need of aid. Lily was focused on what threats could be around them. Gangs were raiding the station and they seemed all too eager to fire upon anyone that was attempting to defend the lives that still lived on this station.

Blaster shot pierced through the air straight for Lily, the Jedi Knight shifted her stance and blocked the bolt, deflecting it upwards. Hitting the roof, scorching the ceiling harmless. Lily narrowed her eyes, locking onto the gunman. She dashed forward, Lily slashed her Lightsaber upwards and sliced the blaster in the man's hand in half. Her other hand splayed out and she blasted the criminal back hard against the wall. While they were dangerous and Lily knew they were all too happy to kill them, she didn't think it would look good for the Lily to be seen killing every criminal that passed them by. She figured that some should be arrested and questioned on what was going on.

How did this happen and who organised this attack. It was far too aggressive to be spontaneous in her mind.
 
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Objective One: Secure Kevaris Station
Tags: Lily Decoria Lily Decoria Connel Vanagor Connel Vanagor Aiden Porte Aiden Porte
Word spread quickly across the station and between gangs. Those who did not witness the slaughter or its grisly results soon caught wind over a chaotic stream of comms, and soon several warbands had joined forces to take down this particular thorn in their side.

There stood the Lion, eyeing his prey. They had chosen their ambush intelligently; a hundred guns trained on him, with a pile of debris barring his sole escape route. Intelligent, yet unwise enough to corner a predator. The silence was deafening as the Lion unflinchingly stared them down, slowly raising his arm to place the helmet on his head.

A shot rang out as the visor closed shut around his face, missing by a wide margin owed to a shaky grip. That one nervous shot ignited a hail of blaster rounds as the hundred thugs unloaded on him. Thurion sprang into action, ducking behind the Celestial Aegis whilst retrieving his sword from the corpse he'd struck down prior to the ambush. He lept into the air, and whilst airborne did the Wings of Glory ignite, launching him like a missile down on the barricades with such force that it compromised the very foundations of that particular level — the quake of which would reverberate throughout the entire station.

The impact crater would give way moments later, sending several unfortunate souls falling to their demise on to the streets far below. Thurion had already moved on, cleaving a bloody path through his would-be-assailants. He moved with such speed and precision in spite of his hulking size and weighty armour, and his bladework was like none had ever seen.

But a hundred men was still a hundred men, and the Lion caught several point-blank shots as he sought their end. One of them wielded a flamethrower at close range, its incendiary spray finding its way through a crack in his vambrace, scorching his left forearm. Another had brandished a slugthrower shotgun with enough kick to briefly force him to take a knee by getting a lucky shot off at the joints of his right fan-plate.

When he rose back up, Anarion swung in an uppercut motion, catching the (un)lucky gunner beneath the chin and splitting his face in half.

"Pace yourself, old man," the Lion berated his own carelessness, shaking the searing pain from the burn on his arm. Unable to carry his shield anymore, he instead sent it flying with the flick of his wrist, pinning the next attacker to the wall.
 
Walking myth, warning label, and mild HR violation
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COST OF SILENCE
THYFERRA - KEVARIS STATION
OBJECTIVE 1



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He was moving on more. It did not matter if the people were, he sensed their emotions, and with the pirates no longer moving on them then they were safe. So he was moving, moving on more bullies. He hated bullies. These pirates were well trained, organized and armed to the teeth. That meant one thing. He did not have to hold back.

No, Connel was not looking for slaughter, but they were, so he did not at all have to hold back. Another group rallying to move on some patrons who don’t know that they were there. Their mistake? They did not see the huge Jedi in their line of sight. A huge light fixture on the opposite side of him and them, that was his target.

Grabbing the fixture through the Force and pulling it down to the floor, the slam spiked their senses as well as the innocents. The citizens ran as far away as they could, the majority of the criminals were running at him, like he wanted.

“ANOTHER JEDI?!”

“Ah Frak!”.

The guns leveled on him, big mistake. I see you chose violence… dummies…

In the distance he could see a familiar face running roughshod over more of them. Uncle Thurion Heavenshield Thurion Heavenshield . See him over there? That’s “The Lion King”... you guys are so screwed!


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Thurion Heavenshield Thurion Heavenshield Aiden Porte Aiden Porte Casaana Casaana Balun Dashiell Balun Dashiell Lily Decoria Lily Decoria
[Text in Brackets is spoken on Comm-link] ~Like this is through the Force~​
 
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Aristodemus, The Young Heir
Location: Thyferra
Objective: 1 Kevaris Station
Attire

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All smiles and wide eye amazement, that was what Arist wanted to see as he palmed one of the cards and loaded the next to complete his little game. He raised a single finger to his mouth before he pointed down below to watch his other hand. The little game was a simple three card trick, but with a slight difference to keep himself a bit entertained.

The young man in front of him remained astute, keeping track of the sabacc cards in front him as Arist swapped them around with dramatic flair. The young man had already failed to find his chosen card twice already and Arist smiled brilliantly before raising both hands up.

“Where’s your card?”

The young man narrowed his eyes and selected the middle, Arist flipped it over and showed that it was but as were the other two that Arist quickly flipped over. Some in the crowd laughed and a few kids clapped before Arist stretched his hand and felt the young man’s sleeve.

“Oh what’s this?” Arist asked innocently before pulling out the same card from the young man’s left sleeve and once again from his right sleeve too.

This time surprise and a short laugh erupted from the young man as Arist smiled and nodded. Before he could open his mouth and thank the man for participating, screams and shouts erupted from all around them. Along with the sounds of blaster fire caused many to duck and some to run to find cover. Arist dropped low and wondered how soon Station security would arrive to handle whatever craziness had claimed someone to begin firing their weapon.

Nothing of that sort happened, in fact the intensity of fear and danger only spiked as Arist moved along behind cover of turned over tables and assorted crates. He did manage to find some Station security, all dead with blaster wounds as what were no doubt pirates moving through weapons raised and shouting demands of laying still. Arist figured it more of a suggestion and opted to make an exit of this part of the station and towards the hanger.

Arist kept himself hidden as he made his way towards the closet hanger bay but as he drew closer something was clearly off. Shouts, screams and the like grew quieter and instead an eerie silence replaced it as Arist shifted against a nearby wall and peaked his head out to scan the hanger and quickly ducked back down. Hundreds of people were being herded into what were clearly the pirate’s ships and Arist wondered about a very important issue at hand; How not to become a pirate hostage.

Figuring that finding a large group of friendly armed friendlies was the better part of valor, Arist slumped even lower. There were other hangers and Arist hoped that the Station Security had at least secured one of those hangers. Arist moved quietly before he froze and suddenly wondered if the pirates had any life-scanners of the sort and if there was a nearby service hatch he could open. As a few pirates were marching down the hallway and towards the hangar with a group of imprisoned civilians, Arist laid out his options in his head and wondered which were the least terrible to pick.
 



Drogan Bale drove his crew hard through the central spire of Khevaris Station, boots pounding against the deck as blasterfire echoed in the distance. He moved like a predator through a hunted maze, every turn taken with the expectation that a Jedi might be waiting just beyond it. Good. Let them come. The assignment handed down by their unseen benefactor wasn't just another raid; it was a message meant for the entire galaxy. What happened here today needed to be loud enough to ripple across the Holonet, to turn Thyferra into a symbol of fear.

They hadn't come for subtlety. They had come for devastation.

His crew reflected that intent: killers, slavers, raiders from a dozen systems, bound together by credits and the promise of infamy. This job was something else entirely. A once-in-a-lifetime strike. Enough profit to set them up for years, and enough bloodshed to carve their names into the underworld permanently. Anyone claiming the Sith were bad for business simply didn't know how to profit from chaos.

Drogan sneered at the thought of Kael Vorr and Nyra Solis lingering safely behind their cruisers, playing at war from a distance. Let them posture in orbit. Down here, in the guts of the station, was where the real work was done. Him, Varkis Renn, Sira Vonn… and that ghost, Malrec Vayne, they were the ones shaping the outcome.

"Move!" Drogan barked, cutting down a fleeing technician without breaking stride as his crew pushed toward the Engineering Sector. Their objective was simple: cripple the reactor, push the station toward catastrophic failure, and make sure no one escaped the consequences.

Elsewhere, the Crimson Tide moved like a many-headed beast. Varkis Renn carved a path toward the command bridge, intent on seizing control and executing Khevaris's leadership in one clean stroke. Sira Vonn slipped through the station's transit control systems, locking down hangars and sealing every route of escape, turning the entire structure into a trap.

And Malrec…

Drogan didn't pretend to understand that one.

While the rest of them painted the station in fire and panic, Vayne had his sights set on the vaults, on the endless flow of credits that defined Khevaris' worth. A quieter operation, but no less devastating. Strip the station bare while the galaxy watched it burn.

Drogan grinned beneath his helmet as another corridor opened before him, smoke curling along the ceiling. Let the Jedi try. Khevaris wouldn't be a rescue. It would be a warning. A prelude of things to come, and the Crimson Tide would be the face to lead the Republic into disarray.

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Out in the void, the battle was no less merciless, only faster. There were no slow deaths here, no time to bleed out. One mistake meant your cockpit lit up like a funeral pyre before your fighter was torn apart, scattered into glittering debris by the crushing fire of turbolasers. While the four leaders of the Crimson Tide carved their paths through Khevaris Station, Kael Vorr and Nyra Solis held the line in orbit, commanding the armada gifted to them by their unseen patron, a benefactor the Republic would never trace, no matter how hard they looked. The Sith Lord had made his point well enough. This wasn't a bluff. This was proof.

There had once been seven voices in the Crimson Tide's command. Now there were six. One had spoken out of turn, too bold, too proud, and the Corpse Lord had made an example of him. No ceremony, no hesitation. Just absence. Kael didn't dwell on it. Fewer mouths meant a richer cut for those who survived.

"Boss, Fighters inbound," one of his crew called from the bridge. "Republic tags."

Another voice cut through the tension, sharper, urgent: "Tracking torpedoes!"

Kael's jaw tightened. "Countermeasures," he snapped. "Bring us about, let's burn those carrion birds out of the sky."

The Gravewind Guardian rolled under command, chaff and flares bursting from its stern in a dazzling scatter meant to confuse incoming locks. Most of the torpedoes broke off, spiralling away before detonating harmlessly in the black. But not all.

A handful struck true.

Blue energy rippled violently across the cruiser's forward shields as the impacts landed, the hull beneath holding, for now.

"Status?"

"Rear shields down to sixty per cent. Countermeasures deployed, but some got through."

Kael leaned forward, eyes fixed on the shifting battlefield. "Swing us broadside. I want every turbolaser online, wipe them out."

He paused only a moment before adding, voice hard with certainty...

"And recall the K-52 Gunships. Leave those Republic pilots out there too long, and they'll start thinking they've got a chance."

  • Drogan Bail and his crew are targeting the Engineering Sector. If they are not stopped, they will sabotage the reactor core, which will lead to a catastrophic explosion killing everything aboard Khevaris Station. This must be stopped at all costs.
  • Varkis Renn and his Thugs are targeting the bridge, intent on killing the upper echelons of the Space-Stations Crew and seizing control for themselves.
  • Sira Vonn and her Crew are engaging the Transit Control Sector in order to take control of all hangar operations, shutting them down and ensuring no one can flee the station.
  • Malrec Vayne is leading his crew to pillage the secure vault where all the capital is safehoused, intent on getting rich while others are dying in the chaos of the attack.
  • Kael Vorr - “The Gravewind” is turning to engage Casaana Casaana and her X-Wing Squadron, successfully distracting him and his crew from killing fleeing civilians.

 
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Private, Grand Army of the High Republic





OBJECTIVE 1
SECURE KEVARIS STATION



Jorik's unit that he was assigned to, was late to the battle. They had one objective. Secure the station, which meant to repel all hostiles, and evacuate civilians to safety. The moment the ramp to his ship dropped to the ground with the sound of scraping metal onto pure cement, the sound that never got old. He stood up, made sure his weapon was checked as well as his gear while in the line of freshly boots on the ground green privates, led by his Sergeant who was the squad leader.

None of the privates in his unit has ever seen war, except for Jorik, who had only been deployed once before. There were echoes of blaster fire ringing in his ears. "MOVE MOVE MOVE" shouted his Sergeant ahead of him. "YES SIR!" Jorik and the others shouted and then moved in formation outside of the landed space craft, checking for any enemy signs as he crouched there in formation awaiting his next order.


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CRIMSON TIDE | THE COST OF SILENCE
LOCATION:
Jasso Sector, Thyferra Space, Khevaris Space Station's proximity.
INVENTORY: High Republic Jedi Robes | Crossguard Lightsaber | Standard Lightsaber
TRANSPORT: S-91x Pegasus Starfighter
SUPPORT SQUADRON: HRNV N-1 Suncrown-class Snubfighters
OBJECTIVE II TAGS: Casaana Casaana

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The Blood Tithe Guardian 334-class light cruiser had begun to close in upon the port side of Khevaris Station, the bow of the Light Cruiser dropping as its trajectory appeared to be targeting the dorsal area of the space station, perhaps seeking a particularly structural weakness that Balun couldn't yet identify from such a distant view of the cockpit of his Starfighter.

"Stillpoint lead to all fighters", Balun spoke into his headpiece, while his eyes never left the sight of the Light Cruiser; "Engage those Shield Generators and Sensor Arrays. They can't target chit if they're blind." Balun spoke quickly and decisively as he pitched the mission parameters to the squadron under his command.

They couldn't know his uncertainty in the moment, they didn't have the sensitivity to the Force to feel the emotions rolling through his very core, yet none of them questioned his instructions; "Thyrekh assume Stillpoint-Two. Taren, Quaris, Sorel and Elara with me. We're taking those shields. The rest of you with Thyrekh. Give them hell!" he added with fervor.

Tailed by four Suncrown-Class Snubfighters, the S-91x Pegasus Starfighter's thrusters opened up, pushing Balun against the back of the pilot's rest as his Starfighter surged forward, his knuckles light due to the tension of his fingers handling the controls with such a grip.

Turbolaser fire shot back at the fighter squadron, the Bloodtithe having detected them, yet Balun maneuvered the smaller craft with the aid of the Force, weaving the S-91x perilously, throwing the fighter into sharp turns and banking spins if only to keep the others clear of the weapons fire that he had drawn upon them as the lead vessel.

Despite the enormity of space, Balun banked the Pegasus wide once more and spun his fighter head-over-head once more. Stillpoint One, his portion of Stillpoint Squadron, had already started the assault against the shield generators by the time Balun caught a glimpse of Stillpoint Two further forward of the Bloodtithe, targeting its radar sites that protruded from the surface of the larger vessel.

With only a bit more time and firepower, Balun hoped to see the deflector shields falter and those sensor arrays crippled, temporarily blinding the Bloodtithe from what would otherwise be a decisive blow against Kevaris Station and those struggling to survive therein.

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Former Mentor: Ala Quin
Jedi Apprentice: Cerys Dyn Cerys Dyn
Major Faction: The High Republic
Sub-Faction: Jhaessa Prime
Conglomerate: Dashiell Incorporated™

Subsidiary Company: Dashiell Retrofit™



"Speech"

'Thought'
 

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Objective: II

Starfighter: Jadefire (Astromech Droid: T4P-1T)
Support Craft: The Spirit of Unity, 2 squads of Outback X-Wings.
TAGS:
The High Republic | Aiden Porte Aiden Porte | Balun Dashiell Balun Dashiell | Pillar of Resolve Pillar of Resolve | Connel Vanagor Connel Vanagor | Thurion Heavenshield Thurion Heavenshield | Darth Nefaron Darth Nefaron
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Not destroying or knocking out the guardian in the first pass was disappointing. The pirate ship was much hardier than Casaana would have thought for such a small ship, but then that probably also spoke to her inexperience. Still, Casaana didn't think she and the nine remaining x-wings in the squad with her had the time to waste on a single pirate Guardian, there was a lot more to get through, even if the pirate fleet began breaking and jumped to hyperspace one they started taking losses.

"Come around, we'll hit it from behind again!" Casaana called into her radio, already angling for another run. This time she hit her heavy ion beam early. One second on, one second off for maximum dwell time, while her wingtip blasters kept up a steady barrage. She raced out ahead of the X-wings in her group, juking to avoid defensive fire only to immediately pick hers back up as her nose came back on target. It was risky, but it gave those following her the best chance of both making it through their run, while maybe also opening up the pirate's shields and laying them vulnerable. When the Gravewind seemed to fill the viewport, Casaana held down the trigger for the ion beam and pumped a pair of ion missiles out without target locking in the hopes that the simple dead reckoning would get them past the 334's anti missile defenses.

Aboard the Spirit of Unity, the tactical officer recognized the danger presented by the K-52 Gunships closing in on Casaana's position and brought it to the Captain's attention. Soon after, the second squad of twelve X-wings was dispatched from their defensive role to chase down the gunships, using their superior speed to intercept them before they could get into position to assault Casaana's group. The cruiser itself remained behind, maneuvering to support Balun Dashiell Balun Dashiell and his squadron. Very powerful turbolasers backed up by ion cannons opened up on the Bloodtithe at what most ships would consider long range, but was well within the effective distance for the Spirit's M-54 turbolasers as the escort cruiser moved in. While pressing the assault, the cruiser's other turrets that were unable to get an angle on the Bloodtithe sought out other targets, snapping shots at pirate fighters, gunships, and light freighters. These smaller, lighter, ships in this type of melee were the very targets she'd been designed to engage and protect convoys from, and the Jedi cruiser was very comfortable running amok in their midst.

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