Dagobah Now - REDUX

[Coren Starchaser]

Hours after Imperial Retreat

So.

That all happened.

That sucked.

Everything he had seen that came through Dagobah just now? Starchaser barely slept. The swamp world was burning, the Alliance pushed the Empire away, but for how long? He wasn’t sure. Right now, he knew that he was ok. His people were mostly ok. Even the Cofederacy were ok. Still, it didn’t feel right. He looked around this world, a world that teemed with life. It was feeling off.

The Jedi Master was tired. He knew the fighting wasn’t over, but he knew that it was going to take more than just him and the Alliance to stand against the onslaught of fascism and the dark side. Sighing, the man had stood in front of what was once the Forward Operating base and surveyed the land. Where was the fleet? He knew that he felt a ship smash into something, were the crew ok? He wasn’t sure.

What he knew was he needed to keep moving, reestablish the team, and see who he could call in for damage control. Shaking his head he leaned against a tree, and took a deep breath. He was at the same time wanting to lash out with Force lightning as he was wanting to pull the Force to him and turn this desperation into determination. He was not a Jedi. He wanted to be, but he was not.

Taking a deep breath, he pulled his feelings in, and dispersed them. Shaking his head, he grabbed his commlink. There were a few people he was going to call, and get some help.

More from Outer Rim Coalition, more from the Silvers, his friends in the Shriek Hawks. Who else was there? He would provide the right data for those

[member="Darth Metus"]
[member="Aryn Teth"]
[member="Veino Garn"]
[member="Jyoti Nooran"]
[member="Dorn Skirata"]
[member="Bryce Bantam"]
[member="Varik Ice"]
[member="Orn Pharr"]

 

[Mathieu Bahreiko]

Things certainly weren't slowing down. With the armistrice well and truly shattered, it seemed like movement into open war was... inevtiable. There was a fear now, in some parts of the Galactic Alliance. The Galactic Empire had conspired with the First Order, of that there seemed little doubt. Their assault on the Dagobah system coincided with the trap set by the First Order in the L-49 region was clearly intended to cut off their most southern territitories. Skor, Polis Massa, Elrood, Lothal... All these worlds and so many more were at risk of being cut off from the majority of the Galactic Alliance. Already, the First Order's thrust had cut off the Hydian Way and the Corellian Trade Spine. If they lost the Rimma Trade Route as well, it would become exceptionally difficult to get any reinforcements or supplies to the south. Such a move would undoubtedly cause a chain reaction of fear, anxiety, and panic that would lead to those areas becoming a chaotic mess, unable to coordinate or participate with the larger Galactic Alliance for weeks, effectively removing them from the Alliance.

While the First Order's trap had been sprung, and the Alliance had been forced to retreat, the Galactic Empire's assault had been turned. The Dagobah system still held, though the cost had not been inconsequential. Setting aside material cost of manpower and materials, the Mandalorian defection had been... disastrous. There was now yet another power that, if they didn't seek the Alliance's complete dismantling, clearly had no problem with openly siding with the First Order and Galactic Empire to raid and pillage. The number of enemies continued to grow, but they could not become disheartened. Their allies continued to support them as well, and their aid had been crucial in keeping Dagobah from falling. Now, more than ever, they would have to stand together and ensure that their efforts were focused on the protection of their homes.

Repair work was underway. While the Dagobah system had been part of the Galactic Alliance, it had previously been a specialized training area more than a developed world. A few places of scientific interest had been raised for study while a few areas had been cleared away for a token military garrison. Before now, all that had been all that was needed on the planet. After the First Order's assault, that position was rapidly being re-evaluated. If they were going to hold the planet against future aggressions, they would need more. Already, reinforcements were on the way but most of those were responding to the alert of hostile incursion. Engineers were being called now

The first wave of reinforcements arrived from hyperspace. A few squadrons of fighters and several transports pushed into hid orbit while they coordinated with the command structure in the system. The biggest part of the reinforcement came from a single warship that had made the jump. Massive engines fired and mvoed the ship into a low orbit before it began to slip into the atmosphere. It was a design from before the Galactic Alliance whose purpose had been assaulting hostile worlds and establishing a presense on the planet. Now, as parts of prefabricated base began to detach and zoom towards a clearing, that purpose was being turned towards helping establish a more defensible perimeter. With as many personnel as were about to be on the planet, they would need a bigger, proper base to operate from. From here, they would defend the planet from whatever was thrown at them.

 

[WelshPsych]

Yuroic was leading the recovery ground force team of the Silver Jedi Order, the Galactic Alliance had just secured Dagobah from the Galactic Empire invasion, however the planet had suffered and the Order promised to help with the recovery. He had grabbed a small group of Jedi and Antarian Rangers, the force was there in case Imperials were still on the surface it was foolish to assume peace was now certain. Yuroic studied his gear which contained his Lightsabers, some light armour and a few items in pouches on his belt. First mission under your belt, don't mess this up Yuroic. Time to prove to everyone you are ready to take charge, you can do this. Yuroic took a deep breath and reassured himself that he was ready for leading this mission.

He stepped out of the sleeping quarters and headed towards the main hangar, he contacted the others to meet him in the hangar, ready to deploy planet side. Dagobah was now war ravaged, it was sad to hear the world had turned from the swamp lands full of life to the burning ruin of a world. It was painful to hear what happened and seeing the reports on his datapad, he scrolled through the report and thought about the wars that were being declared. Sith Empire, First Order and Galactic Empire had taken up arms against the Galactic Alliance. Yuroic could sympathise, it wasn't long ago that the Silver Order was under attack by those factions. For now they were left to be, however, he wasn't sure how much longer the peace would last.

Once Yuroic reached the hangar, he placed his hand on the shuttle that was going to drop them on surface. It was time for the world to heal and it could help the individuals he was taking to help it heal. Be away from the violence and it ensure that a world once teeming with life can recover, war would not last forever and Yuroic wanted to make sure that the places that suffered from it could heal. It was hopefully proof that no matter what happened during this war, Yuroic could recover too. Mirial still haunted his dreams. He needed to know he could move on. Heal.

[member="Asaraa Vaashe"] | [member="Liuna Ondizi"] | [member="Jyoti Nooran"]

 

[Tanaski Yumi]

Tana had not been part of any large-scale operation with the SJO yet, his main role among the order simply to follow Junko Ike around and continue training for the inevitable event of coming face to face with someone trying to kill him. His sister had already participated in several recovery and aid operations conducted by the Silver Jedi, this times it was his turn, but why Dagobah of all places? Though not a stranger to rather unforgiving environments, highly swamping and forested planet was still not his idea of fun. As such the young boy had put aside his usual old Nexus Armor on instead of his usual combat Yukata.

It may not be as protected, but the suit was skin tight, easy to move in contained several useful devices, combined with his two short curved vibrio swords and a face mask, complimentary of his sister, and Tana looked very much like a ninja, ironic due to being a Shadow Jedi and all. As of the now the young boy simply awaited the arrival of, Commander or General Yuroic Xeraic in the main hanger bay, among the group of other Jedi and rangers that had been selected/volunteers for this clean up job. Footsteps in echoing in the distance altering Tana to the presence of a new arrival, "Ahh, mister Gemander is here, goodie".

[member="Yuroic Xeraic"]

 

[St0rmSlaSh]

When Jerit arrived to Dagobah, he could feel a different vibe about it within the force. He remembered reading about the planet as it was the location of the exiled Master Yoda. Yoda was the grandmaster of the Jedi Order long ago, and now his legacy is stored within the Silver Jedi's archives. Jerit had to admit it was an interesting read. An 900 year old small green creature, capable of wielding such power with the force. When he thought about it, Jerit smiled. It really gives a whole new meaning to size in war.

He was laying on his bed in his person sleeping quarters on the ship, just staring at the ceiling and thinking to himself. The Jedi and Sith have been waging war between each other for thousands of years. Why not just give it a rest? The boy chuckled to himself and rolled over. A beeping filled his room and Jerit got up to check his datapad. Everyone was heading down to the surface to assist the natives of Dagobah.

"Well it's better than doing nothing."

He equipped his robe and lightsaber and headed out of his room and into the hangar. once he got there, he saw [member="Yuroic Xeraic"]. Jerit gvae him a bow and greeted him.

"It's good to see you, Yuroic."

He also saw another Jedi whom Jerit had seen around the temple but never spoke to before. He gave her a greeting as well.

"Hello, my name is Jerit."

[member="Jyoti Nooran"]
[member="Asaraa Vaashe"]
[member="Liuna Ondizi"]
[member="Tanaski Yumi"]

 

[Liuna]

Aboard the Silver Jedi ship that was currently en route to the swamp world of Dagobah, Liuna Ondizi sat on the edge of her bed. Inside the small bunk, she had a chance to do some thinking. It wasn’t often that the Silver Shadow agent had a chance to actually join such a mission of recovery. Normally her missions sent her under cover, working as an unseen investigator. Occasionally she did find battle, just as she had during the recent battle with the First Order. But recovery?

This would certainly be a change.

Closing her eyes for a moment, her memories drifted back to Mirial. It was the last world that she had truly seen ravaged by the hands of the dark forces, it was a sight she would not forget. Needless to say, she didn’t really want to set her eyes on similar scenes… but they had a job to do. Standing, she dressed in her shadow armor – a set that had she had grown to prefer. It was sleek and light; it would offer her enough protection to hopefully complete her mission.

Lifting her helmet casually, she strolled out the door and into the corridors. All around, it seemed that folks were in the same sullen mood. However, they looked focused… they looked ready.

As she entered the hangar, she spotted some familiar faces gathering around a transport.

Offering a nod to Yuroic, she settled in with the others and crossed her arms. Liuna was ready, too.

[member="Yuroic Xeraic"], [member="Tanaski Yumi"], [member="Jerit Kolomor"], [member="Jyoti Nooran"]

 

[Draven Dursden]

Draven was on the dropship, standing steady. The huge burn on the right side of his face had only just begun to heal up, marring his boyish, charming looks with the scar. He had not spoken with his master since that mission. It had been vicious, and he had not consulted the older Jedi on his accompanying the others on it. Draven had paid a heavy toll indeed. His arm was bandaged from where he had take a rather nasty crushing blow, and the Padawan had yet to get his armor repaired. It's collar guard was still completely shattered from the blaster fire, and multiple places had been scraped and the paint stripped away. But the Padawan otherwise was in his usual lazy demeanor on the drop ship, waiting, and not speaking, his playful eyes glancing from person to person, watching and seeing who would be on the mission and who would not.

But Draven was stubborn, and refused to say anything to his master. He would not be seen as some sniveling brat who took on more than he could handle, even if he may have. The last mission the eighteen year old had been out on, had taught him quite a bit about himself, and certainly about the others on it. Nonetheless, Draven was happy to be near his master once again. Especially on a mission. He began to assemble his Broad Saber, cleaning it and calibrating the two hilts.

[member="Liuna Ondizi"][member="Jerit Kolomor"][member="Tanaski Yumi"][member="Yuroic Xeraic"][member="Mathieu Bahreiko"]

 

[Kip Hollaran]

His head hung low as hate swirled in his heart. He didn't give a feth about the jungle around him, or the concerned gazes of his crewmates, all that mattered was the holo he'd just received. While they'd been on some force-forsake hellhole the Sith had burned Thyferra, they'd destroyed his home, they'd slaughtered his family. All he'd known, all the people he loved had been swallowed in flame. Kip should've been there, not here.

As he leaned against Zeltros Bound his hands balled into fists. They were fighting animals. They were all animals, the whole fething lot. First Order, Sith Empire or Galactic, they were all the damn same, and he hated them all. The arrogant bastards and their mix of smug superiority and barbarity. His fist began to shake as anger and grief flooded him.

How could they all be gone?

How could they all have been taken from him?

Hollaran slammed a fist into the side of the gunship, pain shooting up his arm, but he didn't care. He just screamed, anger, loss, pain, and guilt drowning out any physical sensation. Nothing could help him, nothing could save him, only blood.

 

[Eugen Aker]

A squadron of Silver warships reverted over Dagobah, bearing supplies and fresh units to relieve Alliance forces planetside. Not too far out, a much larger strike group lurked, helping the GADF patrol the Sluis sector and adjacent regions.

Jyoti had come to the system with Jerit, but she was only passing through. She had given Yuroic command of the Ranger detachment being deployed to Dagobah, while she remained with the fleet. Her former apprentice was proving himself to be a capable Knight, so she thought it was appropriate to begin pushing more responsibilities his way, quietly grooming him for masterhood. She was proud of her student, though the avatar could never really tell him so in her current state.

Someday, she hoped.

As Jedi and Rangers assembled in the hangars for departure by dropship, she was prepping a small shuttle for herself and Jerit. She aimed on visiting the Cave of Evil with her new apprentice before she had to leave him, seeing ample opportunity for a spot of one on one training, hard to make time for during this chaotic era of endless war. She hadn't failed to notice Jerit's bloodlust during battles, his thoughts dwelling on destruction rather than protection. Violence became all the more attractive with such a mindset, often leading to being consumed by the Dark Side. It was one issue that she would finally address, starting here on Dagobah.

As soon as Jerit found his way to the shuttle, they could be off for the cave.

[member="Jerit Kolomor"]

 

[Allyson Locke]

[SIZE=10pt]Driving a shuttle wasn’t something Ally enjoyed. She was the only available pilot that was going ground side. She didn’t know what or who her cargo was, she just knew that she needed to get them planet side for the upcoming war. That’s what everything seemed to be now a days. War here, war there, there was never anywhere safe. A heavy sigh and she wandered through the hanger to get towards the shuttle she needed to pilot down for the Jedi that lingered here. Her cargo was only a couple it seemed and she ran through the pre-flight information. her jumpsuit was half on and half off with the black tank top showing her [/SIZE][SIZE=13.3333px]midriff[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] slightly. No one cared too much, Allyson always did her job and so they ignored her inability to follow regulation for the most part. Once everything was handled she grabbed her helmet from one of the techs and smiled. "Weird seeing you pilot one of these things." Ally nodded and looked at her usual rogue helmet. "Yeah, but gotta do with the big guys ask me to do you know." The tech nodded. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]"You think more on that Rogue One or XO offer?" Ally shrugged. She wasn't too sure if she was ready to do that sort of stuff, but she would still toss her name into the mix. After the others left, she was the only one from the original crew, even her old number was etched into her helmet. Good ol' lucky 13. "Not sure yet Griff, lot of [/SIZE][SIZE=13.3333px]responsibility[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] you know." Griff nodded and then motioned to the shuttle. "Jedi should be arriving soon. Fly well Lucky." Ally nodded at the mention of her callsign and stretched, the flight would be a decent distance, but she wasn't forced to interact with the Jedi. At least that was a bonus. Holding onto her helmet she wandered into the shuttle's cockpit and get it ready. Once both Jedi were boarded she would take off sending them into orbit towards Dagobah. Remembering her most important [/SIZE][SIZE=13.3333px]responsibility[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt], she went to message Kaili.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]She looked down at her comm and sent a message [/SIZE]

[member="Jyoti Nooran"] [member="Jerit Kolomor"] [member="Coren Starchaser"]

 

[Asaraa Vaashe]

It was only a muttered remark, a small nothing that would normally have been thrown away, consigned to the realms of history. Or at least it would but for the fact that a certain red skinned Padawan was nearby, a certain red-skinned Padawan with all the excellent hearing of her species. There was no way she wasn't using this, a bright playful light lit up Asaraa's eyes as she fought, relatively unsuccessfully, to contain the smile threatening to break over her lips. The young woman sprung to her feet, pulling into a salute as her master approached. "Germander Xeraic, troops are...well not all accounted for." She couldn't help herself, the Padawan doubled over in laughter, flashing Yuroic a bright smile. Ok so she was weak, but it was too good an opportunity to pass up, there was a very unrepentant look in the girl's eyes as she straightened up, letting the grin pull up her lips.

That lasted just long enough for a loud crash to reverberate through the Hangar, the screeching clang of metal falling into metal. The Padawan span around, outraged eyes settling on an ashamed looking corporal. "Wilkins...if you managed to damage any of them I'm going to have you busted down to latrine cleaner...see if I don't." She might have been hanging around with a Master Sergeant a little too much recently. The crate Wilkins had been shifting shook, a dull roaring echoing out of it as a host of the other crates stacked aboard hte shuttle seemed to come alive. "Wiiiiilkins..." A large figure, the NCO in question dropped a heavy hand on the Corporal's shoulder, yanking him backwards as a large metal claw punched through the side of the crate, running through it like a knife through hot butter. The droid which emerged, the latest delivery of a Locke and Key Mechanic's War-X series shook off the detritus of the crate padding over towards the Shuttles as it shot an angry glare at the Corporal. "I don't think he likes you very much." "You know," the Togruta shot the Corporal a glare before following the droid, "I can't really blame him for that." She'd brought the droids along to put them through their paces, providing support for the troops clearing off any Imperial survivors on the planet, though if they got broken, either Yuroic or Master Nooran would have her head.

[member="Jyoti Nooran"] | [member="Draven Dursden"] | [member="Liuna Ondizi"] | [member="Jerit Kolomor"] | [member="Tanaski Yumi"] | [member="Yuroic Xeraic"]

 

[St0rmSlaSh]

As Jerit interacted with Yuroic and everyone else, he got a call on his comm link. Allyson was calling everyone to the shuttle. Oh ya! Jerit needed to meet his master to go down onto the surface of Dagobah. The boy looked up to his friends and chuckled with embarrassment.

"Uh, hey guys. I need to go meet with Jyoti. It was a pleasure seeing you all!"

With that, he boy turned and started to speed walk down the hangar to go to the shuttle where his master would be.

Let's hope I am not late...

As he approached the transport, he would greet his master with a gentle smile and a bow.

"Sorry if I am a little late. I was just talking with Yuroic and everyone."

​

[member="Coren Starchaser"]​

[member="Allyson Locke"]​

[member="Jyoti Nooran"]​

 

[Eugen Aker]

She glanced up from her tablet as the shuttle pilot boarded, then did a double take as she recognized said pilot as being Allyson.

Just about the last person she expected behind the yoke of a shuttle. Fighter pilots usually hated flying transports. Her mind went wild with all the reasons why Allyson was on this particular assignment, but on any case, she was happy to have her around, even if relations remained chilly between them as commander and subordinate.

"What a surprise," she said as she rose from her seat in the passenger cabin to step into the conjoined cockpit. "I don't think I've ever had the pleasure of enjoying your services."

Out of the corner of her eye, she couldn't help but peek down at the screen Allyson's phone. At the top of the screen was Kaili Talith in big bold letters, complete with a full-color avatar.

She couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy then, remembering some ugly memories she would rather keep stowed away. Suddenly deflated, she just gave Allyson a small nod before returning to her seat in silence.

Fortunately, she didn't have to wait too long for Jerit to appear to end the awkwardness. She straightened up and forced a smile. The Shadow had become a master of creating facades, not even giving herself away in the Force.

"No apologies required. We have plenty of time. You might want to go check out the cockpit. We're actually flying with a Rogue today! Her name is Allyson Locke, a Flight Lieutenant. Maybe you can pick up a few things from her?"

[member="Jerit Kolomor"] [member="Allyson Locke"]

 

[Veino Garn]

This was getting old. Thyferra, the Hydian Way, and Dagobah. Three assaults from three factions on a very short notice. Not that it was unprecedented, but not quite on the scale of this brutality. Dozens of civilian ships had been destroyed in the First Order blockade, many of their crews killed by the sudden reversion. The Sith had showed no mercy as they deliberately targeted civilians on Thyferra.

This wasn't war anymore. It had gone past that to encompass full scale massacres and targeting of non-military targets. It had to end. With that in mind, once news of the assault on Dagobah had reached Susefvi, Veino and a task force of Jensaarai Defenders departed into the fastest shuttle they could find, along with detachments of the GADF garrisons.

The ship reverted from hyperspace and even from the viewport, Veino could make out the orbital damage done amongst the fleet and the shipyards. He wasn't sure whose they were, but they belonged to one company or another. They weren't GADF affiliated, at least. Somebody else's insurance would cover those repairs. Gunships and transports buzzed all across the world, retrieving the wound, reinforcing positions, and patrolling for any stormtroopers that might have been abandoned by their masters. A new fortified base was being established.

The shuttle touched down at an impromptu supply base and the Jensaarai filed off, most already clad in armor, ready to operate in whatever capacity that they would be needed for.

 

[Lyra Sunfell]

"Captain!" A voice cut through her drowsiness and Lyra pulled herself upwards, rifle still clutched in her arms. The ground beneath her feet rumbled as the engineers and their borers worked beneath the bedrock. Most of Twilight was stationed around this island by now, after having lured a detachment of Imperial armor to their doom in the murky water.

Reports were scattered, but nobody was entirely sure of the full situation. There was no armistice anymore. Anyone who claimed that there still could be one was delusional. The Imperials had declared war as a unified front against the Alliance, which was strange, given their tempestuous relationships in the past. But this was still an active battleground, or at least right after one, and she had no mind to allow her company to be caught by surprise again.

They were establishing a new base of operations, a tunnel system drilled underneath the bottom of the lake. The water was deep enough to swamp the biggest walkers and the tunnel entrances small enough and hidden to force only a small group of infantry to be able to infiltrate at a time. They'd already carved out and reinforced a makeshift field hospital underneath the island itself to protect the injured from the elements. Once the tunnels were more complete, they would be transferred to safer quarters.

"What is it, Lieutenant?" Lyra asked as she pulled herself to her feet. Mist curled around the trees on the islet and water lapped against the shore. Distant creatures made their strange calls across the planetary swamp.

She hated this planet. It was horrible, but it was also the best place to stage a defense against their Imperial opponents. All the advantages were given to the Alliance.

 

[WelshPsych]

[member="Tanaski Yumi"] | [member="Jyoti Nooran"] | [member="Jerit Kolomor"] | [member="Asaraa Vaashe"] | [member="Allyson Locke"] | [member="Draven Dursden"] | [member="Liuna Ondizi"]

Yuroic noticed several Padawans gathered to meet him in the hangar, ready to fly down to the surface. He noticed the different Padawans, Tanaski was aiming to be a Shadow from Yuroic could tell from his appearance. It was an interesting look, a path that Yuroic had once thought about taking when he was a younger Jedi. Instead he stumbled into the path of Sentinel and possibly look into being a Watchman, assisting worlds and their governments. Jerit had greeted him before rushing to meet his Master, Jyoti, a Jedi Yuroic had thought to be mysterious and familiar in a strange way. Yuroic waved to Jerit and wished him well on his journey. Another two Padawans were his own apprentices, Draven who was doing his usual brooding but there was serious injuries to his body.

Asaraa on the other hand was chipper and even took a slight jab at him, though it was good nature. Yuroic looked over her as he smirked at Asaraa, "I am no General or Commander, Yuroic or Master Xeraic will do at a pinch. But greetings Tanaski, Asaraa. Excuse me, I must talk to Draven for a moment." Yuroic walked over to him and watched as he assembled his own Lightsaber. Yuroic commented to the boy, "We shall discuss what happened later, our mission is important right now. Come, we have to get the shuttle." He gestured to the shuttle before walking over to the shuttle himself. "Tanaski and Asaraa, come on, we better get planet side and help the Alliance."

Seeing Liuna, Yuroic gave her a polite nod and gestured to let her aboard first. It was an interesting mix of people, he was pleased to see that things had worked well so far for his first lead mission. Seeing Allyson, Yuroic smiled politely to her and took a seat on the shuttle, facing Master Nooran. "Greetings Master Nooran, I am grateful for the opportunity to take the lead on this mission."

 

[Tanaski Yumi]

Tana fiddled around with his armor slightly as everyone started to funnel into the room one by one, [member="Jerit Kolomor"] was the first person to catch his eye, greeting [member="Yuroic Xeraic"] like he had, but also giving himself, "Well, hello there Jerit, nice to see you, hope your not going to go off and cry at a water fall anytime so and say you hate my sister". More a slight joke then anything but Tana still felt a little offended at what the man had done, considering all the crap their own family had to deal with.

Next to arrive was [member="Draven Dursden"], another acquaintance of his sister, from what she had told Tana quite the reckless on at that, with some rather interesting tactics, behind that the man was an unknown ti him, but quite the dashing figure. Perhaps similar to Jerit, but allas he had not time to compare the two as the earlier Padawan raced off to meet with his master [member="Jyoti Nooran"] and some other woman.

[member="Asaraa Vaashe"] on the other hand, wow she was something, had quite the reputation and was hard not to know her, but Tana liked the red skinned Padawan even more with her continued use of the amalgamation of General and Comander into one word, her laughter being contagious as he himself started to snigger. Subsiding once the master approached the two giving a greeting as well as clearing up the whole title problem, "Anata ga nozomu yō ni, sensei". He gave a small mock bow, clearly messing around with the man before he went to talk with [member="Veino Garn"], he seemed like a fun fellow, but in all honestly did not know much about the man aside from stories and what mother had said about him.

Soon though the motley crew was boarding the shuttle, accompanied by the Mirialan agent [member="Liuna Ondizi"], a woman Tanasuki had seen every now and then, mainly among the shadows, but despite that her past and skills were a mystery, but that was what a spy did, stayed allusive. "So sensei, what are we going to be doing on the planet"?

 

[Allyson Locke]

[SIZE=10pt]Allyson finished the message and per usual she received a cute attempt to be cute from Kaili wishing her luck and to make sure she came back in one piece. The comm remained in her lap as she heard a familiar voice come from the back of the shuttle. Ally looked up with the visor of her rebel helmet and came eye to eye with Jyoti. Why did she always end up running into the General? A part of her wondered if Jyoti purposely requested her like she did back on the space station. She needed to be nice or this was going to be a long mission. Sighing softly, she responded quickly, “Uh first time for…” something made Jyoti retreat and Allyson raised an eyebrow and looked back as the woman sat down quietly. It was an odd reaction, but she did her best to shrug it off and finish what she was going to say. “For everything…” [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]Hands moved over the controls as she watched from the cockpit’s cam more and more Jedi roll into the shuttle. Quickly turning around, she made a head count and cursed under her breath. It was only supposed to be the two or so she assumed. Reaching for her datapad, she looked down and re-read the passenger list and sighed. Command had slipped a few more in and Ally was now a full shuttle. It meant she couldn’t have any fun. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]Ally felt her back stiffen as she overheard Jyoti mention to her padawan that he should wander into the cockpit to hang out with Allyson. The rogue pilot frowned and already wasn’t happy she was piloting a shuttle today – she didn’t need to teach some kid how to pilot. Still, if the kid decided to wander up and sit next to her, she would do her best to show him something. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]Rolling her shoulders back she gave the Jedi a few more minutes to say their hellos and do whatever else Jedi do. The shuttle hatch started to close as the engines came to life. Over the intercom Allyson spoke, “Welcome aboard, make sure you take a seat buckle in and no crazy Jedi voodoo back there or I’ll turn this shuttle around.” Ally chuckled as she cut the mic. The sound of it opening again let them know she was going to continue, “Please remain seated for the entire flight – shouldn’t be too long, but I don’t need any of you hurting yourselves. So, sit back and enjoy the ride.” [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]Communication shut off as Ally radioed the hanger techs, “Shuttle Four-Seven-Charlie-Five, requesting clearance to launch.” She waited and was given the go. The engines flared and they were soon out of the hanger and heading straight towards Dagobah. [/SIZE]

[member="Yuroic Xeraic"] [member="Jyoti Nooran"] [member="Jerit Kolomor"]

 

[Marl]

Marl had been late to the hangar as he had just finished briefing his squad on what they had to do once they hit Dagobah. He walked over to Yuric. Who was leading the Rangers for this mission.

“General Xeraic, my squad is the last to arrive to the hangar. All squads have been briefed and are ready for deployment at your command.”

Marl told the rangers through the comms to be ready to fly in a moments notice. While some of the shuttles have left for the farther reaches of the planet, most of the main force of Antarian Rangers was still in the hangars. He then greeted all the other Jedi and Padawans in the vicinity of Yuric before he headed off to his own shuttle. As he got on the shuttle he decided to double check everything. As he sat down with his datapad in hand he looked over the general layout of the AO using satellite footage of the area. After his examination of where he’s to be located, he checked off the supplies he’d be carrying. A Z-6 rotary cannon? A bit overkill, but if their were a lot of Imperial combatants on the ground it certainly couldn’t hurt. He was carrying his customized DC-15a blaster rife was in his hands, two DC-17 hand blasters we’re strapped to his waist and a Rangers' Vibro-Arbir Blade was on his back. To finish it off, he was wearing his KPA-01 "Katarn" Armor and all systems were a go. He had checked everything off and got into his shuttle, as all the other squad leaders finished their final chec, the Rangers were just waiting for Yuric’s say-so.

[member="Tanaski Yumi"] [member="Yuroic Xeraic"] [member="Jyoti Nooran"] [member="Jerit Kolomor"] [member="Asaraa Vaashe"] [member="Draven Dursden"]

 

[Eugen Aker]

Yuroic and his party joined her at the shuttle. It looked like they were going to share the ride, with the assumption that Yuroic's group would be delivered to the Alliance headquarters on her way to the cave.

She rose just as he was greeting her, then she gave the Knight a small bow of respect.

"No need to thank me," she replied. "You have more than proven that you're up for the task leading your peers. Just remember, keep an open ear for suggestions and concerns of your those under your command, and always be transparent with them. That's what makes the difference between a good leader and a dictator."

There was so much more she wanted to say to him at that point, how proud she was, how happy she was to have him with her again. If there was anyone she cared about more than Valkren, Allyson, or Valae, it was him. She was getting closer to finally admitting the truth, but she just wan't quite ready yet.

She returned to her seat as the rest of Yuroic's party filed into the shuttle, then buckled up for the ride.

Jyoti rolled her eyes as she heard Allyson's snarky announcement over the intercom. One of her greatest pet peeves were people belittling Jedi. On the bright side, the irritation helped stifle any longing she had for the Corellian at the moment, letting her play the part of Jyoti all the better.

"No, Lieutenant, we're saving all that voodoo for the surface." she quipped, purposely projecting her voice right into Allyson's ear with the Force. As a Jedi Master, she had long perfected the art of passive aggressiveness. "Feel free to join us when we touch down."

As the shuttle lifted off from the carrier, she began to study the viewport with her silver eyes, watching the vista transition from pitch black to mottled greens as they broke through the atmosphere of Dagobah.

The planet was teaming with life, she could feel. The real value of the planet lie in its biodiversity, such a beautiful thing from the perspective of the Force User. For the first leg of the trip, the Jedi attuned herself to the local currents of the Force in quiet meditation, enjoying all the unique auras like a great song.

[member="Allyson Locke"] [member="Yuroic Xeraic"] [member="Jerit Kolomor"]