Crusade of the Feenix System

[Amelia von Sorenn]

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The Crusade of the Feenix System ​

844 ABY​

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The Galaxy remains in Chaos as system after system falls to forces or are exchanged back and forth multiple times. ​

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Feenix, a world, a system that has recently fallen to a massive fleet of Pirates and has been made a safe haven calls out for aid. ​

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Though none have answered, save for the Templar Order who has proclaimed their intention to defend the people currently enslaved by the Pirates and to free their world of Chaos. ​

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OOC:

This is a Faction based thread focusing upon the Templar Order's official establishment within the Feenix System.

While not officially a Dominion (due to the Faction still being Minor), it is being treated as such and all rules established are requested to be adhered by during posting.

Please include in your post your Objective, Location, Allies, Enemies, etc etc. Members of the Templar Order are requested to make it clear if they are within the main branch or one of the specializations.

An official OOC thread will be posted shortly and linked.

OOC Thread

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• Objective A:
  Falling Skies: Templars
  ​The Templar Fleet faces the united Pirate vessels seeking to ensure their control on the world and System. Their primary focus is the destruction of or dispersal of the Pirate Fleet and to protect Transports landing on the world below.

[*]Objective B:

• ​All that Glitters: Armorers
  ​Sensors have detected various minerals and ores in large quantities. The Armorers have been deployed to these locations to establish mining operations to mine and refine these ores; and establish the wealth of what is available.

[*]Objective C:

• ​The words of the Ancients: Keepers
  ​Initial scans have detected an ancient fortress in the Mountains that has been left abandoned. The Keepers are to secure the site and to discover what ancient lore and knowledge that the site has hidden. They are also to deem the suitability of the site as a potential Temple for the Order.

[*]​Objective D:

• Those with the Lamp: Hospitallers
  ​The Pirates have held this world for too long, and in that time countless individuals have become injured or fallen to illness. The Hospitallers; with support from ground elements of the Templars, are to establish aid stations to see to the sick and injured.

[*]Objective E:

• ​Now the Siege has Begun: Seekers
  ​While the united pirate vessels fight against the main fleet of Templars, their ground stronghold on the world remains. The Seekers have been informed that the Pirate Lieutenants are Dark Siders; thus the Seekers have steeled themselves to lay siege to the Fortress and to ensure the destruction of the Force Users that have spread Chaos among the populace.

[*]Objective F:

• ​Fascinating, a New Species: Progenitors
  ​The Knight-Vigilant has given the Progenitors a special objective. They are to catalog the species of the world for their suitability to be re-engineered into Bio-weapons to be used against Force Users.

[*]Objective G:

• ​I just happened to be in the Neighborhood: Open
  ​You just happened to be in the neighborhood and decided to drop in, be it to aid in dispersing the Pirates or to serve as some form of additional obstacle.

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A single blink upon the void of darkness that graced the background revealed a sleek vessel. One which had not been seen, at least not in this place, before now. Though it was not alone, as the following blinks upon the darkness revealed. First it was just one more, another vessel appearing, then two, followed by five, and soon enough dozens dropped from hyperspace. These vessels, designed to be instruments carried a small force, nothing large enough to threaten more than just a single system. ​

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Of course this was just a single system. Those on board had their own mission, their own view for what the galaxy had to become and what it needed. Thus it was this system that would serve such a purpose. They had set their eyes upon Val'halla, yet it was a world beyond saving. Thus they moved unto Vassek, only to see as the world was already in the hold of those whom mired their capabilities by allowing themselves to be permeated by those that used the Force. ​

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This system though, this long forgotten holding at the edge of what many would call civilized space, was a perfect place to hide their numbers. Though it made the woman uneasy for the simple fact that the Galactic Alliance was so near. They were just a few systems away, however, the demand from the Knight-Vigilant was clear. ​

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"Report." ​

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"Detecting multiple Pirate vessels in orbit of the third world in the Feenix System." ​

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"Capabilities?" ​

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"Too far out to tell ma'am. We've numbers on our side though which may cause them to think twice." ​

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"Understood."​

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The woman shifted for a moment in the heavy suit of armor, her arms crossed over her chest as she peered out the large viewscreen before her. The simple structure all that stood between those that were currently upon the bridge, and the dark void of space that lay beyond. A simple smirk would cross her lips, she enjoyed the thought and more so took it as a lesson. ​

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Death was always present, always around the corner. She could not prevent her own when the time came, and she would accept it willingly. Though such a time was far off and for now there was much to be accomplished. ​

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Pushing forward, the fleet soon gathered its sizable force, nothing that was being fielded by those in the One Sith, though it was still more than what the Jedi had acted upon. A disgusted look crossed her face for a moment before she shook the thoughts from her mind. Those things could be dealt with later, for now she needed to keep her mind upon the task at hand. ​

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"Take us in. Form up the main fleet, arrow formation. I want the reserve vessels ready to come up as needed in case there's any resistance to be dealt with." ​

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"Yes ma'am." ​

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"Keep our fleet between those Pirate vessels and our transports. They'll have enough trouble planet side, I want to make sure they've all the numbers possible at their disposal." ​

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"Understood Ma'am. Red Squadron is holding the Starboard Flank. Blue is moving up on the Port side. Onxy Squadron is moving to allocate themselves to escort duty." ​

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Soon enough the vessel became a hive of activity, the woman remaining silent as she kept her eyes peering towards the world before them. Feenix, a new home. A world in which the Templar Order could hide, could form until such a time as was conducive for the Order to reveal itself. ​

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"There is no Chaos, there is Order." ​

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[member="Aria Fel"]​

[member="Cyamus Romulus"]​

[member="F2-68"]​

[member="Fiore Cœur de Noir"] ​

[member="Harald The Valiant"]​

[member="Lara Frost"]​

[member="Lrae Htrowsgnillik"]​

[member="LUDWIG"]​

[member="Michael Gabriel"]​

[member="Sofia Annesley"]​

[member="Terys Rocabel"]​

[member="Tyr Caalgen"]​

[member="Viktor Markov"]​

[member="Ydrin"]​

 

[Llkt'tudrin'wyshd]

Objective: D - Those With The Lamp (Hospitallers)
Location: Transport Ship above Feenix
Allies: [member="Amelia Sorenn"]
Enemies: N/A


Ydrin stood calmly within the cockpit of one of the transports that broke of from the main fleet of the Templar Order and was currently cutting through the atmosphere of the planet Feenix, the shielding at the front of the transport easily displacing the heat coming from the re-entry. Said re-entry was being rushed under Ydrin's own orders. While it would of been safer for the transport to wait for the main fleet to engage the host of pirate ships, however Ydrin was impatient to start. Already, the people of the planet had been left alone with festering illness while under the control of the pirates and Ydrin held no wish to wait until it was most safe for him to act, instead he was putting the lives of those he was to treat over his own.

Dressed as he usually did when not need to prevent the image of the rich businessman, Ydrin was clad in a pair of worn jeans that were tucked into heavy, black combat boots and a grey shirt that clung to the wiry muscles he possessed. Over the top of the shirt, Ydrin wore a thin, black leather jacket - from which an old fashioned timepiece hung, gleaming silver in the lights illuminating the cockpit. Over the top of it all, Ydrin was draped in a heavy, black leather duster that had numerous pockets lining the sides. Visible from within the folds of the duster were two leather holsters, fastened around his thighs. Within one of the holsters was a silver revolver slugthrower, however the second holster was empty. The reason for which was the reason as to why Ydrin's wishes for the transport was being followed.

Pressed against the back of the skull of the human captain was the second revolver, held tight within Ydrin's grasp - one finger laying lazily over the trigger. The barrel was pressed harshly against the captain's head, enough so that his head was being pushed forwards. Leaning down, Ydrin clasped his free hand over the shoulder of the captain, squeezed with most of his strength. Hissing under his breathe, Ydrin spoke directly into the captain's ear.

"Remember, Cap. I twitch my finger enough and a bullet will explode from the barrel you can feel pressed against you. The bullet will slam into your head before flying out of your forehead in a spray of blood and brain matter. Now, unless you want me to have a very, very bad itch all along my finger, you'll get us down planet side faster. Understood?" Straightening up, Ydrin rolled his neck with a sharp crack before twisting around to look behind him. "How you doing, Y8?"

Behind Ydrin stood a bipedal, tall droid that was coated in a glossy coat of red pain. Currently, the droid, Y8-S1, was holding a blaster pistol which was currently being shifted around the remaining crew populating the cockpit, moving from crew member to crew member, much like the glaring yellow optics set within the droid's head. "Addressee: Master Ydrin. Confused Statement: I do not know what you mean, Master. I am not in any situation that may lead to any damage to my chassis."

Chuckling slightly, Ydrin nodded to himself as he returned to staring out of the windows lining the cockpit, gazing at the steadily growing view of Feenix. "Doing good, then."

 

[Marcus Rann]

Objective: G : ​​I Just Happened to Be in the Neighborhood
Location: Pirate Stronghold in Feenix
Allies: Pirates
Enemies: N/A

*BANG* Withered eeriness filled the hallway as the gate slammed by a sudden burst of wind. The metal beams were clasped, and silence continued. The walls were knocked, and it continued. Rather strange sounds were heard as the gates close by, and it continued. Empty.. all sounded empty. But it made no noise.

A shadow pale as the moonlight was in the blink of an eye. It came from nowhere, the shadows. It came from the abyss. Each step it took was frightening ; it was no certainty as it slithered like a predator finding its prey. It sticked its curved head overstretched with its fissured tongue. On a closer look, its orangeshut, sunken eyes glanced at every movement from its place. Slowly, the figure emerged. Its size was comparable to a trunk of a brown, and was sturdy. Its teeth were covered by entrails as it opened its mouth and gritted. Rotten. It smelled rotten.

The pastel creature stood up, unveiling its armor of an uncommon design. It was a Vong. Its ashen, gray lips splitted as it moved its jaw im a frowning motion. Without a single word of notice, it walked outside rasping. " Cap~ tain has.. bee~n.. expecting you.. to be summ~oned, Vhi'tori, s~ir. " Being towered, the messenger's voice cracked like a boy's, and was stiff from his position. " Then I shall be there. " The Vong shifted in a clicking accent. Little did he know that an unknown force is heading on their way.

 

[Fiore]

Location: Templar Corvette Fleet
Objective: Unknown at this time
Allies: [member="Amelia Sorenn"]
Enemies: N/A

It had been only a month since she had been on Hoth and had run into Mira. On her thigh rested the lightsaber she had received as a trophy for her “death”. Fiore knew the truth, she knew the Jedi was still alive and possibly constructing a new lightsaber. Hood was drawn up as she pulled her clothing tighter around her frame. Her mind wandered towards the brief evening on Hoth, the sound of Mira’s voice lingered in her mind sounding off above the voices that spoke to her. Inhaling deeply, she tried to push out the stern desire to never see her again. Palming the bottom end of the saber at her side, she squeezed it tightly. She couldn’t have meant it, not after what had occurred and the vision and even though Fiore was cut from the Force she could feel that Mira wanted it as well.

The Force lies. The Jedi lie. She lied. Was only a game to trick you fool! TRICKS TRICKS! The voices returned full force, especially when she thought of Mira. A finger extended to massage her temple as she tried to push back the impeding psychotic outbreak. The bridge of the ship with Amelia was not the place she should have an outburst, it would make her look unreliable and unstable. Which would then make her a target – the force is what did this to her. Calming her mind, she remembered breathing techniques. It was the only thing at times that kept her sane. Opening her eyes she looked out at the crew on the bridge and allowed Amelia to finish giving her orders.

Slowly making her way towards the armored woman, she nodded her head as being the only sign of respect she offered. In Fiore’s mind she worked outside of the normal ranks for the Templars. She as different than them – she knew the Jedi like the back of her hand and knew their techniques against the Sith. Being well armed with knowledge and now with a weapon she was accustomed too, she addressed the woman. “What is so special about this system? I feel like are wasting time when we should be following leads on Jedi and Sith outposts. They’re so busy fighting each other that the won’t ever expect a third part to intervene…”

 

[Amelia von Sorenn]

Objective A: Falling Skies
Location: The Celles - Cardinal class Corvette
Allies: [member="Fiore Cœur de Noir"]
Enemies: N/A

"Nothing..." ​

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With arms clasped behind her back she spoke the blunt truth. There was nothing special about this system, though that was not for her to question. As another approached, her hand slipped from the clasp of the other to take the datapad, slowly moving her eyes over the data as it streamed across the screen of the device. ​

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"Good. Make sure the Starboard flank is spread out. I want the pirates to see it as a weakness. Draw them in then strike before they realize what is happening." ​

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"Ma'am." ​

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The officer saluted before reclaiming the datapad and stepping away back to his station. Returning her attention back to the world before her as the fleet began its crawl towards the world, another officer rushed to her. A heavy sigh coming from her lips as she took yet another datapad. ​

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"Ma'am." ​

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"I expected nothing more, but damn that man." ​

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"Orders?" ​

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"Let him be, I'll deal with [member="Ydrin"] 's unwarranted risk later." ​

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Once more returning her attention to the woman that stood at her side, she caught a glimpse of the lightsaber from the corner of her eye as she brought her hand back to the grip of the one that had remained behind her back. Her eyes keeping forward as she took a soft breath. The woman had history, one that made her useful, and dangerous at the same time; yet the question remained as to why they weren't striking out at the Sith or Jedi and spending time in the system. ​

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"You're correct in that view. Though what can we accomplish without infrastructure? We are still few in numbers. Our own Fortress though, a place hidden away to train more is a worthy cause; so here we are."​

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Slowly turning so she was now facing the woman, her eyes moved over her for a moment. Her hand coming up as an officer approached, stopping the man in his tracks. Those that had been around stepped away, giving a minor bit of privacy between the two women as Amelia stepped closer. Leaning in slightly, though not in an attempt to intimidate as much as to ensure that what was spoken remained between them. ​

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"You will have your time to be unleashed upon them. For now, remember your place; and if it comes to it, take your time in finding a nice place for that lightsaber." ​

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Slipping away she stepped forward towards the view screen before her, crossing her arms over her chest before she nodded slightly with her head. The vessel roaring to life once more as it pushed forward, the other corvettes in the fleet pushing towards those pirate vessels that remained in orbit. ​

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[member="Vhi'tori"]​

 

[Fiore]

Amelia was strong and she gave off that vibe. Fiore wanted approval, she wanted to be something important. Without Trask, Amelia easily slipped into his place from Fiore’s point of view. The woman was now her Master and it was Fiore’s job to do the woman’s bidding. Killing Jedi and Sith was something she was good at – building structure, not so much. She hadn’t interacted with the rest of the Templar’s much, usually taking missions on her own and dispatching any Force user that struggled to keep up with the group. It was a quiet and lonely job, but Fiore was perfect for it.

Mention of the saber forced Fiore to tighten her grip, she knew it wasn’t going to be something the Templars took a liking to, but it was a weapon she was familiar with. Though the forms she knew was something odd without the use of the Force. Adjusting her stance, she moved along with Amelia, the woman was stern and mysterious. Fiore needed to press her issues more, not truly understanding her place in the scheme of things. Frowning, her arms crossed in front of her as she stood closer to Amelia insuring her conversation remained between them. “My place is killing Jedi and Sith – that’s all I’m good for. Hunting and tracking them. Wouldn’t having a place for them to attack just asking for them to come finds us?”

The small assassinations were starting to raise awareness and the fact that Mira knew who she was and who she worked for made her fear that the Jedi knew more about them. Stress showed on her face as she thought back to the Jedi on Hoth – knowing all well she should have killed her. “Are there Force Users in this system, I’d like to keep myself busy…Ma’am.” Looking at Amelia she nodded, “I want to bring you their heads. Every single one of them.” Not Mira’s though, the only Jedi to get under her skin… [member="Amelia Sorenn"]

 

[Terys Rocabel]

Location: The transport that Ydrin is currently commandeering (I could have sworn I'd already put up a post, but whatever)
Objective: D
Allies: Shiny (see Sig) [member="Amelia Sorenn"] [member="Ydrin"] [member="Fiore Cœur de Noir"]
Enemies: Hopefully not [member="Vhi'tori"]
Equipment: A standard blaster for Shiny, and a medkit

(Let me know if an edit is needed)

"Sir, the ship is picking up irregular speed."

"What?" Terys had been busying herself by ensuring her medkit was fully stocked (it was; she'd made sure of it at least three times already) and attempting to quell her own jitters. She'd never been in combat before and the closest thing she'd experienced to danger was the ambush by scavengers on Raxus Prime. But even then, she'd been rescued by an exiled nobleman named Ydrin.

"The ship has been steadily picking up speed in an amount of time unusual for the situation, sir."

Terys frowned. "Perhaps it's not so unusual, Shiny." Standing up, she slung the kit over her shoulder. "In any case, I guess we could always find out." And truthfully, something to distract her mind would be welcome. "Let's go, Shiny. Don't forget your blaster."

The pair made their way to the cockpit, and, scratching her nose with one hand, touched the keypad with the other. "We'll just ask the captain or somebody about what's going on, maybe see if we need to get better comlinks, and--" Terys froze, hand still to her nose, as her eyes took in the sight before her.

"Sithspit!"

 

[Amelia von Sorenn]

Objective A: Falling Skies
Location: The Celles - Cardinal class Corvette
Allies: [member="Fiore de Noir"]
Enemies: Pirates

As she stood silently, her arms crossed over her chest, she remained quiet for a moment. Her eyes falling upon the vessels ahead of her own as the fleet pushed towards them. A soft smirk crossing her lips as the first bursts of fire began to stream out across the void. The starboard flank began to open up upon the enemy, streaming turbolaser fire across the void. Without a single word she stood, watching as the first bursts began to strike upon the enemy vessels. ​

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"The Jedi are complacent. The Sith are destructive. This place though is not for them. This place is to serve a beacon to those in the Galaxy that have been harmed by Force Users; it is to serve as a place in which they can find solace and protection." ​

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Amelia slowly rolled her head, looking to the woman at her side before she returned her attention forward. Standing still as if a statue, she watched as the starboard flank pushed in, keeping to its spread formation whilst other vessels began to slowly pull back. A soft smirk crossing her lips as she watched closely, knowing though that they couldn't lose too many vessels for there was still much for the Templars to accomplish on the world below. ​

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"That has yet to be seen." ​

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Her voice rang for a moment before she slowly turned to face Fiore, her eyes falling upon the young woman. With arms still crossed over her chest, she stepped forward, her arms slipping free as she brought her hand up only to place it upon her shoulder. ​

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"Seek them out...."​

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Stepping forward, a soft smirk crossed her lips as she leaned in to permit her lips to brush against her ear for a moment. Nearly pulling her into an embrace, she was one whom wished to keep what she spoke of to herself and between only those involved in the conversation. ​

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"Bring me their heads.... and their blades." ​

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Slowly turning away, her eyes fell back upon the vessels that lay before her in her void of space. Her arms pulling behind her back as she clasped her hands together, her attention fully upon the events unfolding before her. ​

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[member="Terys Rocabel"]​

[member="Vhi'tori"]​

[member="Ydrin"]​