Junction Darkest Jungle - SO/EOTL Junction of Felucia and Manpha

[Darth Malum of House Marr]

Darkest Jungle | Sith Order and Empire of the Lost | Junction of Felucia and Manpha​

Felucia, a humid jungle world, stands upon the precipice of two great powers.

To the galactic north, the Sith of Darth Carnifex 's domain led out of the dreaded Malsheem, are known the galaxy over for their brutality, for their butchery. As undead hordes march westward, battling Jedi and Mandalorians alike in the eternal advance onto the Core. However, there remains an enemy still untouched.

To the galactic south, the Empire of the Lost out of Lianna, led by a mysterious Emperor, Velran Kilran , claiming descent and legacy out of the Elysian Empire, the Eternal Empire, and of course, the New Imperial Order, has grown in strength. With a reformed Imperial army and navy, and improvements to the economy and infrastructure, they have conquered and expanded in all directions.

And now all eyes fall upon Felucia.

For the Emperor, it is an opportunity not only to test the reaction and bellicosity of the Sith, but too his armed forces against the undead hordes that have ravaged the Outer Rim. For the Sith, Felucia represents a natural breeding ground for their cause, the Force is full and heavy upon the world, and all can feel it, be it flora, fauna, or sentient alike.

Yet, while there would be other strategic considerations, such as securing the production of the healing herb Nysillin, and too emotional reactions, the history of Imperial and Sith relations was a matter that burned hotly in the hearts of all.

In the end, it would come to a head over the very simple fact that Felucia could not fall into the hands of the enemy. For the Sith, its fall would have the enemy at the gates of the Stygian Caldera. For the Imperials it would have the enemy at the gates of the Auril Sector and Tion Cluster.

Thus the irony that battle erupted not out of design, but simply the fear and paranoia that the other would strike first. The clandestine Imperial NISB and secretive Sith Tsis’Kaar kept constant surveillance on the system, until, perhaps inevitably, scouts from both sides would meet, and call for reinforcements from their main battle fleets.

Historians will continue to argue over who fired the first shot. Some say it was an eager Sith Captain looking to prove himself to Admiral Hightower. Others would swear upon their lives that the Imperials broke the stalemate. In the end, none of that mattered. Whether the intent had been to engage in battle or not, the outcome was inevitable. A clash both sides expected, yet a fight neither had chosen, was underway. It had been the spark to ignite a wildfire which threatened to further destabilize the peace of that sector. An inferno that may decide the fate of empires.

A battle unexpected is still a battle to be fought. Reinforcements surge on both sides, vessels of all sizes and quantities charging head first into turbolaser batteries and ion cannons, as destruction and annihilation will be waged all around them. It is for the glory of their respective empires that the space around Felucia must be captured, and the enemy beaten and forced to retreat.

The battle for control of Felucia will take place on two fronts, the initial struggle beginning among the stars. It doesn't matter who fired first. All that matters is the winner gains the much-coveted jungle planet. Whether you command a fleet, or are getting up close and personal with a starfighter, this objective is designed to win the conflict before more ground troops can make it to the surface.

Felucia is a world engulfed in the Force. The ripples of it are felt in every step on the planet's surface. Even the native population are attuned to the Force and therefore susceptible to those strong in commanding it. The Sith see a Force-sensitive army, fodder for the war engine they seek to build, their first trial, the landing Imperials. The Empire of the Lost sees the Nysillin and covets it for the healing properties it provides, knowing the existential threat that Sith control of this world will be. With both nations converging upon each other, a conflict is sure to break out.

Operatives of both sides have secured landing zones, now it will be the objective of dropships to secure the landings, and for those that survive, a foreboding and dangerous jungle awaits, with a brutal and unforgiving enemy behind that.

This is a great objective for ground pounders and those looking for some PvP duels. Bring your units, ground vehicles, weapons, and whatever else you think you may need. You never know where the enemy may be lurking. Oh and don’t forget the main objective, the natives and the Nysillin.

 

[Quintessa]

Location: Poison Farm - Felucia
Objective: Capture the Poison Stocks
Dialogue Legend: <<Ghoul-Speak>> │ “Galactic Basic” │ <”ur-Kittât”>
Tag: Navu Myther Scoria Harik Maestus

By this stage in her career, Quintessa had been to many planets, often in pursuit of one task or another. In that regard, Felucia was no different. On this particular occasion, the short-statured Asa’nyx had been ordered to seize the stocks of a poison farm west of Niango and to ensure that all future harvests from it were delivered to the Revitalized Sith Empire.

Failing that, she was to see to the farm’s destruction.

And yet, for the sake of Felucia’s untapped potential, Quintessa prayed that her mission would not come to that. In essence, she hoped that one day, the world could be sanctified in the purifying energies of the Eclipse, so that it might become a nursery for creating the next generation of strong, capable Sith who were loyal to the Eternal Father. As arduous as the task would be, it was her hope that Felucia could be ripped from the hands of the impure and thus, brought into the gentle, yet firm grasp of the Eternal Father.

In her mind, Felucia was far too beautiful and rich with potential to destroy.

And so, after disembarking from the shuttle and waiting for the pilot to take off, Quintessa took off her helmet. Then, she took a deep, meditative breath of Felucia’s air, taking in the myriad smells, sights, and sensations around her as she did. A few moments later, she put it back on, at which point her cyan-hued gaze narrowed in focus, now intent upon analyzing her environment so that she might protect herself and anticipate any incoming threats.

Like a Felucian ripper swooping down from above.

The monstrous creature dived down towards the tiny Asa’nyx with its jagged maw wide open, sensing easy prey. Quintessa’s ears twitched with awareness and suddenly, the speedster launched herself forward in a blur of movement moments before the ripper would have come down upon her. Instead, the creature gave a shrill, frustrated roar, which suddenly morphed into an agonized howl as Quintessa’s chakrams ripped and tore through its flesh at supersonic velocity, before being called back into her hands via their miniaturized repulsorlifts, dripping with the ripper’s blood.

As the ripper gave its final cry, Quintessa gave a small sigh, before placing her chakrams over her back. Then, after the creature finally collapsed, the short-statured Asa’nyx turned around and began to make her way towards the poison farm.

Spoiler: Loadout

• Pulsiva Bodysuit
  
  • Gauntlets
    
    • FAE/M-02 Energized Gauntlet Vibroblade (2) - L/R
  • Force Artifacts
    
    • Spirit Anchor
    • Amulet of Many
    • Jin'Wodasir (2)
  • Utility
    
    • Supernal Infusion
    • FAE/U-01 “Serenity” Anti-Signal Field System
    • Poison Vials
• Dancer’s Wheels
• Passion and Prejudice

 

[Jester]

Location: Felucia
Objective: Crimson Skies
Tag:
Personal gear: In bio

A trio of ships dropped out of hyperspace in the shadow of one of the Felucian moons. Two Aquitans II and one Corvus pattern raiders circled the satellite in order to approach the planet undetected, their cloaking devices were all active but Jester wasn't taking any chances. <<Comm, tell the twins to head north, there is a fighter station that needs neutralising before we can bring in the carriers.>> the droid at the comm nodded and sent a message to the Troig at the command of one of the light cruisers. Jester could see it changing position and she assessed her own place.

Far from the system, three heavy carriers, brand new and loaded up with advanced droid starfighters were ready to pounce and clear the airspace on behalf of the Lost Imperials. The Vigo just needed to make sure the setting was correct before she did so. Felucia was now beginning to rise over the horizon of the moon, it was a pretty planet from this height, full of monsters, but also incredibly lucrative oppurtunities if she could secure even a fraction of the market share of the healing resources available then her considerable wealth would only grow.

"Vigo, the twins are in position ready to strike on your command"

"Not yet, I want to get a make sure we are as close as possible before we show out hands." the Mirilian smiled and sat in her command chair while the ships maneuvered. Three decoys launched from her ship and headed south to throw their foes off, should they be detected early.

 

[Sycamore Warrey]

Location: Outskirts of Imperial landing zone, Felucia
Objective: Heart of Felucia
Tag: Annika Starfire

'Nysillin, the herb worth starting a war over.' Sycamore thought, not for the first time that day. True, the plant would be a wonderful boon to the Empire, especially the Imperial military. Because as the reach of the Empire expanded, so did the foes that they encountered throughout the galaxy. These threats were met with the iron fist of the Imperial war machine. A fist that was only as strong as its soldiers. These soldiers were sharp, adorned in the best weapons and armor that the Imperial military industrial complex could provide, and had the righteous fury of the Empire in their hearts. But at the end of the day they were only flesh and blood.

Flesh and blood that desperately needed a source of this lifesaving herb.

So it was that Sycamore found himself selected to be among the first sent planetside, attached to the forward reconnaissance units of the Imperial military as they sought to secure a landing zone.

‘A landing zone…’ Sycamore looked skyward, knowing there was no hope of actually seeing the Imperial fleet in orbit, scrambling to arrive and lock itself into combat with the Sith fleet. The battle for the planet would be won in space, of that there was no doubt. He reckoned whichever side could establish aerial superiority could pummel the landing forces of the other side from orbit. Without shielding, or cover beyond the forest itself…it would be a slaughter.

A distasteful thought, that. Especially with the natives caught in the crossfire. The battle may be won in space, but the number of lives spent to secure victory would be determined on the ground. Imperial, Sith, or Felucian.

Sycamore’s attention fell back into the present, to the jungle that surrounded him, and the fact that the crimson of his Crusader armor made him stick out like a sore thumb. No matter how lush and vibrant this jungle was, he was exposed. Easy to find. Especially with being upon the bleeding edge of the landing zone that the Imperials were establishing. If someone was seeking out the Empire, they would find him with absolute ease.

 

[Diodoros]

Location: Felucia, Sith Landing Zone
Objective: Heart of Felucia (Fighting Imperials)
Tags: OPEN

It had been some time since Diodoros had visited the hostile jungle world. He was here to hunt down a vile rancor that had been corrupted by Sith sorcery and loose on the planet. To the firrerreo he found it rather funny that back then he used to fight captured Sith beasts for entertainment. Now he was working for the same people that manufactured such monstrosities.

Also that’s when he first met a Jedi. A stunning and powerful woman by the name of Valery Noble . Since that day he’d been inspired by her and the Jedi at large. She in particular became the standard that he was striving for. To surpass in power and strength. Where he alone could slay the mightiest beasts and warriors all on his own.

The golden brute also understood that the Sith were the primary rivals of the Jedi. Even archenemies. Diodoros thought that was bogus. Under his intelligent, critical and discerning eye he could tell that the Sith didn’t hold a candle to the Jedi. Just glancing at a map was all the proof he needed. Although the Galactic Alliance wasn't ruled by the Jedi, the two were undoubtedly inseparable. They were supreme not just over more systems and sectors, but more important ones as well. So because of this Diodoros would not see himself merely settle for being better than Sith, he wanted to be better than Jedi.

But currently none of that really matters right now. There was a much more personal reason he brought himself here to Felucia. It was to fight Imperials. Sure it might be safer and smarter to continue plundering less dangerous opponents out in trade lanes in the galaxy’s unincorporated territories. But he couldn’t pass up the chance to subject some imperials to his retributive wrath as a firrerreo. Even 900 years removed, he would still jump at the opportunity to remind them of what they took from his people. Time alone would not absolve them of their transgressions. Diodoros cared for none of the reasons the Sith were here or their goals, he was here for himself. Because of this he made sure his crew knew they didn’t need to follow him into such a dangerous situation. He was perfectly fine with going alone, just so long as his crew is willing to come in to collect any and all loot and gear from the aftermath like vultures and crows… ​

 

[Zachariah Conway]

Location: Felucia
Tags: Darth Malum of House Marr | Tibera Jessen | Darth Dekaltis
Equipment: Lightsaber
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Felucia, the jungle planet.

Zachariah was ticking off more planets on his galactic map. If he carried on he was almost certain that he carried on he'd be able to tick off most of the known planets in the galaxy as visited. In the last few weeks alone he'd done Jutrand, Geonosis, Dagobah and now he was set to visit Felucia. He had to admit, this whole being a member of the Sith Order thing was great for those who wanted to explore.

He'd been having one of his tutoring sessions with Darth Malum of House Marr when the call came in. Zachariah was willing to stay behind on Jutrand but he had to admit, some experience out on the battlefield was extremely likely to help his confidence. On Dagobah he hadn't really done much in the actual battle itself, he'd instead opted to go and rob the temple.

Which had been cool, he'd got some cool things out of it, but he'd never seen true combat.

Was he nervous? Yes, but he wouldn't admit it. He'd never seen true combat before, the closest he had come to actual fighting was when he had freed himself from Brunas' captivity in the throne room on Zaathru, when he had slain Brunas Drace and been adopted by Arcturus Dinn . Even then, he hadn't done much of the actual fighting, he had just delivered the killing blow in anger.

This time however, he wasn't angry. There was nothing fueling him other than following his mentors and those who were also associated with the Sith Order into battle. He wasn't entirely sure how he would react to any sort of fighting and killing this time. Would he freeze and panic? Would he deliver the killing blow without even questioning it?

Honestly, he wasn't sure. That's what made him more nervous.

The Force had only naturally come to him on a few occasions. The execution of Brunas Drace and his anger towards his step mother Rhiannon after the incident which had led to him leaving Zaathru. The rest of the time he'd found himself having to force it. He had potential according to those whom he had crossed paths with, he just needed to find his confidence in accessing his powers.

Perhaps Felucia would offer some answers. Zach wasn't entirely sure, but he was willing to try. He'd spent so long being told he had potential, he wanted to start actually playing up to that potential because he was worried people was start writing him off he didn't. He'd try anything to start getting some true control over his powers and abilities.

Anything.

 

[Darth Strosius]

Objective: Hearts of Felucia: Secure the Locals
Equipment: Lightsaber, Sword, Dagger, Robes
Tags: Revna / Commodore Helix / Raxus Thul / Krinear Malseren / Open!

Felucia, a lush and wild world of aggressive beasts and creatures rivaled only by the persistent plant life that threatened to envelop and choke any structure built upon its surface. A world that he himself had visited in days long past, days when it had just recently been under Sith rule. While that had been many years ago now he still held a handful of connections and locations of old Sith-Imperial bases and peoples. All of which he intended to reclaim this day.

With him he had brought plenty of his own forces, his Troopers and Legionnaires alongside a good few walkers and of course a handful of Sith, in order to secure several places across the planet at once. They would be dispatched to locate and extract any and all supplies from old bases and facilities that were listed in the Sith-Imperial databases they had on hand. Mainly however, they would be evacuating the descendants of the Sith-Imperials from their settlements and homes across the world. Those who had heard the tales of the Sith and their Empire of old from their eldest family members and had accepted the offer of joining in the new iteration of it.

Getting through the jungles of Felucia was an arduous enough task even without the threat of Imperials coming to claim the world for their own, as if they had any right to it, and as such the posture of the Lord Inquisitor and his forces was an altogether defensive one. They would claim what was rightfully theirs and deny it to any who sought to rip it from them. Neither the Imperials nor the Kainites would have a single one of the local population nor any of the old Sith-Imperial equipment if he had anything to say about it.

To this end Darth Strosius himself was organizing his forces and issuing commands at their main landing site, where their transports and shuttles awaited the return of their forces as well as the people and supplies of the old Sith Empire. Defensive emplacements and fortifications were being established around the perimeter, the trees and other flora being cut down by machinery and flame alike in order to rob their foes of potential cover and hiding spots. He would hold this landing ground against whatever came their way, no matter the cost.

 

[Darth Carnifex]

The navigator, cybernetically slaved to the astro-navigational terminal beside them, jerked back as though stricken with a terrible seizure. Data poured through their empty sockets, where plugs had been implanted that melded sight with digital interface. Their body went slack for a moment before they regained control of their motor functions, their head -- encased in a bulbous cyst of wires and mechanical parts -- turned to the commandant above the data pits.

+We've achieved terminus, lord. The fleet is assembled.+ They spoke not through fleshy lips, but through a metallic annunciator that had been artificially grafted to their upper jaw; their entire mandible having been shorn away by surgical means. Much of their body had been trimmed down to only what was necessary, all of their limbs replaced with cybernetic actuators designed to only interface with the terminal they were eternally slaved to. Their emaciated body was virtually little more than skin pulled taut over rigid bone, the presence of cybernetics within their body pressed against the skin from the underside.

In contrast, the commandant was completely unmaligned by cybernetic augmentation. They were hale and fit, superbly athletic in a crimson uniform etched with the hallowed symbols of his Lord and Master; that Dark Lord of the Kainate. His hands were held behind his back as he received the news, not even glancing down at the tech-slave which uttered the announcement. A few moments later, the swirling cerulean chaos outside the viewport bled away to the static blackness of realspace; the void yawning endlessly before them.

The vessel pivoted on it's axis, the view shifting as a bright world of vibrant blues, greens, and purples swam up to fill the viewport. Three more large vessels emerged from hyperspace to join them, followed by a smattering of twelve small corvettes. The lead ship, an Afflicter-class designated Light's Perdition, lead the assembled armada closer towards the planet. It took up position at the center of the formation, with two of the smaller Acharon destroyers angled on the flanks and the last placed ahead but slightly below the equator line. The twelve Thanaton corvettes were displaced throughout the formation, shoring up the gaps in the larger ship's firing ranges.

"Launch complement." The commandant's voice was strong, but still carrying the wasting vestiges of youth. He'd nary seen two decades of life before being assigned as the commandant of the Light's Perdition. He'd grown up in the hallowed halls of the Malsheem, never knowing the outside galaxy. His parents often spoke of it, for they had grown up in the Eternal Father's empire; the same empire leveled by treachery and impurity. Truthfully, the world looming large beyond the viewport was the first natural planet he'd ever laid eyes upon. He doubt he would see it's surface, he was expected to fulfill his entire life aboard Light's Perdition; only granted leave when docked within the Malsheem.

It was a life he was honored to live, and he would give it all for the Eternal Father. Blessed be His glory. He gave a small prayer at the mere thought of his Lord, his right hand clutching a rosary inscribed with the Eternal Father's glory on every pearl. Though He was not present upon the ship, the commandant was privileged to know that the Eternal Father would be accompanying them; just another step towards the ultimate goal of the Eclipsing Mission. If he glanced out the side of the viewport, he undoubtedly could see the Eternal Father's starfighter weaving through the armada, but he thought that such leering was impure of one as faithful as him. He would have to self-discipline later for the mere thought.

In all, one-hundred-and-four combat craft launched from the Light's Perdition's lateral bays. Sixty were Disciple-class Banshee fighters, among the most deadly within the Kainate's arsenal. They were arranged into five squadrons of twelve fighters each, labeled Blade, Power, Victory, Skull, and Wrath. Each pilot was interfaced directly into their fighter's systems, pilot becoming fighter and fighter becoming pilot; the distinction almost imperceptible. Alongside the sixty fighters came thirty-six bombers, Caldoth-class, arranged into three squadrons of twelve each. Finally, there was the single squadron of eight Ajunta-class StarFortresses, massive, lumbering beasts capable of leveling an entire city with minimal effort.

The commandant watched the tactical display, each of the combat craft moving in perfect synchronicity. All parameters were being met. "Launch landers." From all four of the destroyers emerged swarms of troop transports and vehicle carryalls, numbering nine-hundred-and-twelve Vindican landers and twenty Muur carryall transports. All would rush towards the planet's surface at their fastest velocity, the complements of nearly three Kainate legions spirited along with them. Their objective -- to establish a fortified beachhead upon Felucia's surface.

Flying amongst them was a winged beast of dark steel and burning purple engines -- the Nameless Fear. Darth Carnifex piloted His craft expertly, the two completely in tune with one another, spinning and twirling amidst the mass deployment of soldiers and war machines like a pirouetting dancer.

Hunting for prey.

Thirsting for blood.

Capital Ships

• [1] Afflicter-class Star Destroyer
• [3] Acharon-class Assault Carriers
• [12] Thanaton-class Corvettes

Combat Craft

• [60] Disciple-class 'Banshee' Superiority Fighters / Interceptors
• [36] Caldoth-class Bombers
• [8] Ajunta-class StarFortresses
• [1] SVRN-1 Saziliebm-class Space Superiority Fighter, the Nameless Fear

Support Craft

• [912] Vindican-class Troop Transports
• [20] Muur-class Transports

 

[Laphisto]

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Location: Felucia
Objective: Crimson Skies. Aiding Imperial Allies
Fleet Composition:
1 Edaar class Star Destroyer MKII
1 Rac'gir Carrier
2 Air'mar MKII Heavy Cruiser
5 Drak'iv Destroyer
5 Drak'iv Shield Popper frigate
15 Dh'ivo Corvette's

Laphisto stood at the bridge of the Edaar Star destroyer. The small streaks of hyperspace pushed against the window. He was lost in his thoughts a slight frown on his face. The last time he had been on the bridge of one of these ships, he had lost his old armor and his ship when some terrorists attacked and stole a Battle cruiser from the Draconian navy, leaving his boat to be Destroyed in the process. His thoughts wandered. He was briefly taken out of his mind, his gaze flicking up to look back at the voice that had called him. Making eye contact with the Bridge officer, they cleared their throat before speaking again "Sir, we are about to drop from hyperspace."

And so it begins. Giving a slow nod, he shook his head, clearing his throat lightly. "Right, prepare all stations. I want our escort to maneuver before us the moment we drop."

Turning back to the viewport, he lurched forwards slightly when the ship exited hyperspace, his arms closing over his chest. Clearing his throat once again he looked over the holo table taking in the sights of the battlefield before them. " open a channel to the Imperial ships in system. and relay my message. Attention Imperial ships, this is High Commander Laphisto of the Lilaste order; we are here and green to engage Sith forces. just give us a heading and a target how copy?"

as the Lilaste fleet left hyperspace the Five Destroyers and Five Shield poppers broke formation making a double delta v pattern in front of the heavy cruisers and the star destroyer. with the destroyers in the front shield popper behind them and the corvettes intermingled between the carrier and star destroyer to provide AAA defence .

the Carrier soon opened its side Hanger bays and began to launch its compliment of Pheonix L-4 Interceptor's[8 squadrons] along with its bomber compliment. of Pegasus D-5 Bomber's [2 squadrons] and lastly the five single Pegasus D-6AV' fighter/bombers. the fighters themselves stayed within the formation awaiting orders before moving to engage any targets. [ since images are broken atm this is what the ships look like respectively found here ]

 

[Annika Starfire]

Location: Felucia
Objective: secure Physillin
Tags: Sycamore Warrey
Gear: in bio
Wearing: this

Felucia was a strange world full of monsters, both flora and fauna. Annika had never seen anything like, it was beautiful but deadly in so many ways. She sat in a small village chatting to a Felucian woman with a child sat on her lap that she fed from a small wooden bottle. They were a nice family, the man was the leader of this village and was her key to getting her hands on the Nysillin, enough to secure her path to knighthood she hoped. The baby in her arms gurgled and burped as it finished the bottle.

The villager looked nervously out of the window at something. "Is everything OK elder?" She asked with a grin on her face. The man shook his head "Star destroyers, I wondered if they would come, you told me your people wouldn't come here in force I we traded peacefully."

Annika peered out the window and furrowed her brow. "Ok, so truth is I sort of lied about that, but those aren't ours." the mother looked scared and looked at her baby in the arms of the Sith girl. Annika smirked and stroked it's forehead. "Yeeaahhh... you should probably take this and go hide, things aren't going to end well here." she handed the child to mother. "Thank you for the tea" she stepped though a black portal that she had opened in the wall and vanished.

At a nearby clearing a similar portal would open and a purple haired head would peer out of it, looking around her, she could smell starship exhaust fumes. Nobody else was there so she stepped out and started to feel the force to see what was about. She could sense movement and the regimented emotions that made her think of soliders. She had been told that there were no kainite troops landing nearby her so it must be the other Empire in the sector. She continued forward, with her pistol in hand ready to act.

"Hey, you, who do you serve?" she shouted at a man in red armour.

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[Kebii'kara Solus]

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CURRENT QUEST - FIRE IN THE FOREST
Immediate Goals -
1: Investigate the Sith Landing Zone
1.1: Neutralize all Sith Invaders

FRIEND(s) - Laphisto , Lilaste Order & Imperial

FOE(s) - Sith Invaders

TARGETING ACTION(S) - Diodoros || OPEN

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There were few opportunities for Kebii'kara Solus to let loose, to fully delve herself into the mind of a warrior. She was a Mandalorian, true, but she also adhered the tenets of the Sunstar Order - chiefest among them was neither to strike first, nor to partake in imperialism. Both, under most circumstances, would make her mercenary career awkward at best, or impossible at worse.

But then there was the Sith. War against the Sith was loyalty to Manda, to Clan, and to the Duality - defending Felucia, her people, and the healing herbs of Nysillin, would too be encouraged by her former mentor. Now, the Lilaste Order, with the Grandmaster Laphisto in orbit, and the display of the Imperial Crusaders, this battle was more than just "necessary", it was just.

And so, she embraced it, with a fervor that had not been seen in the Lasat within Imperial space, and had only been glimpsed at by select members of the Lilaste Order. She embraced her heritage, Lasat, Mandalorian, Sunstar, Lilaste, and for today, Imperial, and strode through the foliage like the arboreal predators that her species was. Her purpose was to assist in the rebuffing of a variety of Sith LZs, and her "prey" was an unmistakably muscled Firrero. Here, the once conflicting origins of her myriad associations coalesced into a symphonic epiphany, that the gilded martial master of Hutta strode unknowing within her realm.

First, she let loose her juvenile Vanquo's Dragon - Beviin - her truest companion to a silent flight high and above the battlefield: their telepathic bond shall act as eyes for the other. Next, she would drop, azure clad, and bearing the fire-staff of her House, the beskarweave cloak acting like a liquid shadow as she descended behind the gilded pugilist.

"Hello there." the Lasat almost coyly purred the greeting from behind her t-shaped visor, the unseen grin plastered on her face. "You're a long way from Hutt Space... Diodoros Kosmos."

 

[Katherin DuPorcelen]

Tags:

• Allies: Jester | OPEN
• Enemies: Darth Carnifex | OPEN

Location: Felucia System
Personal Equipment: In Bio
Ship Roster: 13'th Heavy Assault Line, 27'th Heavy Assault Line, INS Requiem (links and statistics are found in bio)
Theme: HERE

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My domain was among the closest to the new battlefront that erupted on our doorstep to the Galactic North. The Sith always loomed as a threat. Their base of power across the galaxy was distant, but still not a thing to ignore. Any provocation to its holdings wihtin the Stygian Caldera would surely lead to massive armed conflict. Now, it seems, some fool wanted glory. If I found a means for any jurisdiction on what happened with the scouting teams, there would certainly be strict interrogations to find whoever thought it intelligent enough to provoke the Sith.

The ships under my command were not a large amount by any means, but it would be enough to act as the tip of the spear for this attack among the regular forces of the Empire. The comms were alight with transmissions from the other Admirals and Moffs that would follow shortly behind my advance. "Star, please appear on the bridge.", I ordered to the my flagship's administrative AI. Soon the swirl of light materialized the womanlike upper half of a woman that the AI presented itself as. "What are your orders, Moff DuPorcelen?"
"Have all the Requiem's scanners ready for when we enter the system. I want all possible intel that would be in front of us. I am certain the Sith will be in waiting. Also, keep our transmitters for our allies up. It will help the arrival of reinforcements if we rally around a common point of entry."
"As you wish, Moff DuPorcelen."
Star then flashed into her swirling vortex of light before dematerializing the projection. Soon, I saw scanners were prepped on my commander's interface.

The light blue streaks of hyperspace gave way to the open void of space, the planets of the system this battle was to take place in, and the small bits of light from the system's star. Immediately readings of fleet movements came alive on the projection of the system's map. It was too soon to receive exact details of fleet activity, but there were signals of engines and ships exiting hyperspace at other points of the system. I then pressed my personal communication button. "Assault Lines, this is Requiem.". I transmitted while speaking in High Nelvaani, "Begin movements for defensive positions. Corvettes form a perimeter with semi-tight screens. Capitol ships hold the center while leaving the core of the formation for the carriers. Proceed with slow speeds to allow the other fleets to arrive."
A chorus of, "Yes, Supreme Commander.", sounded off as the ships' Commanders received the orders.
"Comms, sound general quarters for Requiem and escort vessels."

Seconds later, the alarms went off in the Requiem's halls with the voice of the comms officer repeating all aboard to report for general quarters. I then spotted Star's vortex reforming beside my seat. "What is it, Star?"
"Moff DuPorcelen, the scans you asked me to prepare have picked up signals of an extremely large mass of ships belonging to the Sith. I will add it to your map now."
The holo-map in front of me, as well as seen by others on the bridge soon showed the tremendous fleet with small craft swarming out like it was a collection of insect hives. I then saw a sigil I had researched while relations with the Sith were in their tenuously peaceful state. Their capital ships had the sigil of Darth Carnifex himself. Hopefully, reinforcements would arrive soon. If that one fleet from the Sith alone was to engage my position directly, we would be done for. Luckily, there was a long distance between their position and us. We were positioned on the opposite side of the planet from the Sith currently. "Good, Star. Keep scans running. I want to see if any reinforcements from the Sith will be arriving."
"Will do, Moff DuPorcelen.", replied the AI as its projection dematerialized.

 

[Sycamore Warrey]

Location: Outskirts of Imperial landing zone, Felucia
Objective: Heart of Felucia
Equipment: Lightsaber, Imperial Crusader Armor
Tag: Annika Starfire

How absolutely curious that ripple in the Force was. No, not a ripple. Ripples moved outward from the very thing that created them. No. This felt more akin to…nothing. A feeling of absence drawn in upon itself. As if a droplet of the great, dark beyond of space manifested itself nearby, all to the sound of one hand clapping. The soundlessness to it alone was unnerving, and served as the source of the frown that tugged at the corners of Sycamore’s lips.

Was that…worry, crinkling his eyes as they peered towards where the feeling in the force had come from? He’d forgone his helmet the moment they’d touched down. This armor was wonderful at protecting from blaster fire, but when it came to climate control it was sorely lacking. So only his senses could drink in the surroundings.

None would know, except perhaps the man himself and the stranger who emerged through the overgrowth of the jungle. A stranger armed with a blaster in hand, calling out to him to declare his allegiance. Now that brought the amused smirk that so often perched on his lips to come home to roost.

“What a loaded question…” Sycamore mused, the words drawn out with the laze of a patron at their favored cantina, savoring the first sip of some high-end Corellian whiskey. In truth, it was to buy time. Time that was spent giving the stranger a thorough examination with those cold, steely blue eyes of his. What he saw only caused that amusement on his face to burn all the brighter. What was the source of this flame? Why, the stranger themselves.

“You certainly know how to accessorize.” Sycamore began, ohhhh so casually shifting his stance, a shoulder facing the stranger in an effort to turn his body sideways. A smaller target for blaster fire, that. “Purple hair. Purple clothes. Purple blaster.” A laugh, only part ways earnest, was forced past his lips as a hand gestured to himself in a sweeping motion. “I’m woefully unable to compete with you.”

Stalling. That is what this tactic was, as he reached out to the force. Opened himself to it, to feel whatever it was that may radiate from the stranger. Darkness. Light. Some combination of the two intermingled. Anything was possible, that he’d learned any number of times.

“Ahhh, but to answer your question…” Sycamore’s hand hung over the lightsaber on his belt, the blade hung from the hip opposite from the stranger. Although the weapon was not yet claimed in his hand. Perhaps he sought to duel with words...or simply doubted that he could draw the blade before they fired? But would they fire without knowing his allegiances? Or had she seen the weapon? More importantly, the iron cog of the Empire adorning the hilt? The answer to such a thing may be in how they reacted. “...I like to think I serve myself first. But such a thing would not be entirely true. We all serve someone.”

“But let’s start with names first, no? Sycamore Warrey. Pleased to make your acquaintance.”

 

[Commodore Helix]

Objective: Heart of Felucia, Secure the Locals
Equipment: E-5H Blaster Rifle, Horror Matrix, Electrostaff
Tags: Darth Strosius /Open​

Helix was at the Inquisition's landing zone, ordering around hurrying legions of droids in a large camp that somewhat conjoined to his employer's. The machines were scurrying around like ants, stacking sandbags, calibrating shields, and otherwise helping to dig in. A pair of enormous C-9979 landers were touched down nearby, and were belching out a steady stream of Avalanche transports, as well as Banestrike and Nightcrawler tanks.

Many of the latter were patrolling the perimeter, each accompanied by a dozen infantry droids, with the recon tanks using their powerful scanner suites to check for unidentified personnel. So far, they'd reported none. Only a few encounters with hostile wildlife, who didn't seem to care that his troops were inedible.

He loathed Felucia. He'd fought in these jungles several times during the Clone Wars, and they had been bad even back then. Occasionally, his career choices called him back here, and every time the planet was even more overgrown, fungus-choked, and dangerous than before. Worse still, the mission was a little more complicated this time than search and destroy.

He'd been informed they were evacuating the locals and salvaging old equipment. Dragging panicky civilians through miles of nightmarish, predator-infested jungles was a daunting prospect, even if the jungles weren't also packed with Imperials and rival Sith. Doubtless, both would be looking for targets of opportunity, and all too happy to shoot unidentifieds. He had a few small fireteams of infiltrator droids hunting in the jungles, and they'd already reported several enemy sightings. Thankfully, they were programmed with knowledge of how to handle most hostile environments like this, and none had thus far been lost.

Helix was on high alert, constantly scanning the treeline with a pair of electrobinoculars. He switched on his comms to report to his client. "Thus far, no signs of hostiles near this AO." He said. "Scouts report a few scattered Imps, but those were all far away. I don't think they know we're here, probably too distracted by the Kainites. Best we keep it that way, until we have retrieved an amount of civilians and salvage you deem satisfactory."

He wondered if the locals would be happy to see their 'rescuers'. Fleeing from one Sith into the arms of another didn't seem like something most people would readily do. Unfortunately for them, his contract stipulated they be rescued, and whether or not they wished to be didn't enter into the bargain. They were coming whether they liked it or not. Just as soon as he found any, anyway. He was hesitant to commit too many troops to the search, when he was in agreeance with Strosius that it was only a matter of time until their camp was found and assaulted. He'd need the bulk of his forces here, if hostilities broke out with the Imperials or, Maker forbid, other Sith. With luck, they could spirit away some of the wide-eyed peasantry without anyone being the wiser.

That latter possibility made him wince internally. He wasn't pleased about the prospect of firing on other prospective clients and souring potential future business; but then, everyone he shot was a prospective client. That was the job. Today's comrade was the one shooting at you tomorrow. He wondered how long it would be until things changed with his current client. He'd do all in his power to prevent that eventuality, of course. The sheer profit to be made from Strosius' contracts was in large part responsible for Helix's meteoric rise in power and wealth over the last year. He'd gone from a few ragtag century-old ships and droids to a real military contender in a very short time. Pillaging a few planets of their resources would do that, on top of his generous fee per job. He had every intention of keeping the gravy train rolling along as long as possible.

Beyond the profit, though, he found himself begrudgingly identifying with the man and his cause the longer they campaigned together. Maybe his employer really was more than another two-bit tyrant looking for power. He'd certainly spent a staggering amount of money, munitions, and lives practicing what he preached. Helix had been a Separatist droid, of the old CIS under Count Dooku. He was programmed with Separatist idealism, even if the intervening centuries had enabled him to grow his ideologies beyond his original factory settings. Resisting tyranny was, very literally, what he'd been created for. As such, part of these campaigns did tickle his fancy. It was pleasing to be fighting for something more substantial than money, though he'd not admit it out loud. Hunting white-armored jackboots through the jungles of Felucia, just like the old days.

He stayed on his guard. If the patrols even suspected nearby hostiles, or any of them were destroyed, he'd know. Until that point, all he had to do was ensure Strosius' men could go about their business undisturbed.

 

[Von-Kri]

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Tag: Myri Dara // Amiggie Lutih​

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Von Kri coughed into his hand, staring at the pestilent blood as the chest harness breathed for him, ultrasonic receptors keeping the phlegm and scars from drowning him under his own mucus. It forced a frown on his face to think he had failed thus far in his use of the Force and Research to hold back the illness, to rely so heavily on technology to maintain him. It would have to suffice for now, even in spite of his annoyance, as the air of Felucia was far too harsh on his sensitive nature now.​

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A few members of the Sith Legions spoke in the corner, about the rising thoughts of a Sith Civil War remerging, the New Imperials splintered in strength between the Empire to the South and West. It was idle chatter, but if an Inquisitor had heard them it might have been their death. There was little conversation allowed amidst uniformed soldiers, and they were subject to the Emperor's law as much as anyone. For their sake, Von Kri would say nothing - because in the end, his loyalty was to Taeli Raaf and the Research Ministry, not to anyone else.​

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Before him was a multitude of Felucian samples, from sith spawn left on the world many years ago and naturally evolved organisms from sooner. A few of them were his own interest, disease samples forcibly evolved by the harsh environment the world had, but created synthetically on the worlds of the Stygian Caldera. These few samples were vital to his research, and could be soon transformed into a bioweapon to cull the remnant Mandalorians to the east of Jutrand.​

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All he had to do was finish what sample isolation he could, and evacuate. The ship would be here in a few minutes - but his work was long. He sighed as the chest harness continued to send heavy vibrations through him, leaving him tired just from the effort of wearing it. Soon the day would come he would be saved from his disgusting ailment. Someday. Soon, he dreamed.​

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[Darth Malum of House Marr]

Objective 2: Heart of Felucia

All of this was rather unexpected, and all of it was also... somewhat embarrassing. No doubt there would need to be an inquiry among his Tsis'Kaar on what exactly had gone wrong, what was meant to be a simple assignment of keeping watch on Felucia for an Imperial presence, had ballooned into something that none of them had wanted.

A great battle, that had both the Imperial fleet, and the Kainite armada engage in a shooting battle above them both.

The sound of turbolaser battery fire rang out, even as they were down on the ground below. Wreckages sometimes fell upon the earth as if they were some minuscule asteroid striking the surface, no doubt promising death and destruction for anyone with the misfortune of being underneath it.

As for how he knew that they both did not want this.

Well, it was not every day that one received word from the head of the New Imperial Security Bureau. Even rarer it was the head of the opposite of the NISB that would receive such word.

Even rarer, that one was actually intrigued, perhaps even excited to receive such a communique.

The contents of the communication, though surprising to be sent and received at all, were somehow even more surprising in how... amiable, it was. Two commanding opposites, on opposing sides of a battle that they had technically started, and one of them was inviting the other for a meeting in the middle of battlefield.

Well, it was just crazy enough to warrant his attention.

Thus, as the turbolasers made fireworks along the sky, as dropships fell and landed upon the landing zones secured by his Tsis'Kaar, as battle would erupt between both sides.

A contingent of the Marr Household Guard, with a squad of their All-Terrain Outrider Transports, with Tsis'Kaar eyes providing forward eyes, had gone silent and incognito, marched slowly through the jungles of Felucia, towards a meeting spot, with who should have been in all rights their enemy. Ready for battle, yet hopeful that it would be avoided.

A singular truce between foes, in a sea of blood.

At its head, the Lord of the Tsis'Kaar, Darth Malum, of House Marr, slashed through a stray vine and branch, marching ever forward, with his Sith sword, before turning his head and looking back towards his pair of apprentices.

The old, and the new.

Not been told what their mission was, but who would perform their duty as required.

"Is Felucia everything you thought it would be, do you feel the Force in the air?" He inquired, his voice uncharacteristically wistful, as if this was a regular nature walk, as the mechanical legs of the walkers, as the hard boots of his men, marched ever forward.

Alicia Drey Zachariah Conway Darth Dekaltis Tibera Jessen

 

[Darth Dekaltis]

Tag: Darth Malum of House Marr Alicia Drey Tibera Jessen Zachariah Conway​

She could feel it alright, as she danced her way off the ship, and gave her master a big silly grin.

"Oh! I do Master! It's amazing!" She spun around, letting her body feel the Force flow through it. "When do we get to fight the bad guys though? You said there'd be bad guys!"

Without really thinking, Dekaltis spun around and reached out with the Force, grabbing an Imperial Tie out of the sky, and ripping it towards the ground. Not that she wanted a kill, instead, she wanted...

"Mine!" She yelled, a blaster cannon off the wreck floating towards her, before she let out some 'pew pew' noises, aiming it at one of the walkers they had brought with, without actually firing the massive starship cannon.

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[Revna]

Objective: Heart of Felucia
Gear: In bio
Tags: Darth Strosius // Commodore Helix // Krinear Malseren // Raxus Thul // OPEN​

Revna never imagined when she broke her slave shackles and became a Sith acolyte that she would be traveling across the galaxy and visiting exotic worlds while serving alongside the Sith who took her on as his apprentice. In the few months she had been with him she had learned so much, not only about the Force, the Dark side, and the Sith in general…but she also learned a bit about herself and what she was capable of, the lengths she would go to prove her worthiness, her strength, and her devotion. This was an era of self discovery for her. Her freedom from enslavement and her induction into the Dark side and the Sith way of life had truly opened up a whole new world to the young woman. She found herself diving deeper into her new life, her new purpose. Dreams and schemes and ideas were starting to form within the dark depths of her mind as she slowly began to build connections to others.

…but her loyalties would always lie with the masked Sith who had brought her under his wing; the one who had given her a home, work to do, a life to live, and an extended family she had come to be a part of. And because of this, she was always willing to do what the Sith Lord asked of her, despite those dreams and ambitions she had. Revna had much to learn from the Sith Lord yet, and not everything he had to teach her could be taught in the comfort of their home base on Formos.

Some lessons - intentional or not - were best taught, and learned, on the field of battle…through the violence of war.

And thus she found herself on yet another new planet called Felucia, in a conflict she admittedly didn’t know too much about, who was accompanied by his own forces along with some Sith who Revna didn’t recognize, and of course they were joined by Commodore Helix who had helped her Lord on a few of his own campaigns across the Outer Rim. They were there to help find and extricate members of old Sith-Imperial ties as well as supplies from old bases spread throughout the dangerous jungles that covered the colorful planet. And that was part of Revna’s objective: her small size, stealthy mindset, speed and agility made her ideal for scouting or hunting. All she had to do was locate any Sith-Imperials and coordinate to get them back to Darth Strosius and the safety of the transports that were there with him.

And of course kill anything that attempted to hinder her path, her duty…be they Imperials, beasts, or even other Sith should she need to. Maybe one of those slaver Kainites would accidentally trip and fall onto her blade...

But first, she helped do her part to set up a defensive perimeter where he was staging himself and his operations, pitching in to cut through the thick jungle foliage and clear angles of sight for any sentries to be posted. She quickly discovered that the jungle environment was not for her; the humidity made her dark clothes stick to her skin in an uncomfortable way, and she felt a heaviness in her chest as she tried to breathe in the thick air. The hard work she was doing before even starting her primary objective had drenched her in sweat already, and her usually slow-to-burn temper was shortened drastically; she did as she was directed to do by others, but she did snap and snarl in her irritation, enough so that most just gave her space. An irritated Sith was a dangerous creature, afterall. But she wouldn’t have done anything to harm them; they served her Mentor, and any damage that she did to them would be a sign of disrespect towards him and what was his, and she frankly knew better than to do that.

With a darkened scowl on her face, she returned some gear to a cargo crate near where her Mentor stood, passing out orders and commands to others, and slammed the items down that she’d been using with far more force than what was necessary. The loud noise caused those near to her to pause and look her way, and she glared at them all briefly before looking away and growling under her breath:

“Feth this place. I hate it here already. Should just burn the fething thing to a damn crisp…”

...maybe her Mentor's grumpiness was starting to wear off on her.

Eventually, the little Sith woman found her way to a transport ship where she very quickly changed out of her sweat soaked clothes and into a fresh pair that no doubt would be soaked as well in no time at all. But now it was time for her to do what she needed to. She checked some coordinates on the holomap before making sure all her gear and weapons were with her and her comms was operational. She cast one last look back at Darth Strosius before slipping into the vastness of the jungle, her small form and dark attire quickly helping her to blend into the dappled shadows of the jungle terrain.

This was a very dangerous place; Revna knew she would need to be hyper alert at all times, if she was going to be successful in her mission and make it back alive and in one piece.

 

[Velran Kilran]

Spoiler: EGGHEAD FLEET

• LEAD SHIP: The Eggman: Legate Class Battlecruiser
  • Shields 100% | Armor 100% | Power 100% | Subsystems 100%
  • Eye of Prophet: New Imperial -I Class Star Destroyer
    • Shields 100% | Armor 100% | Power 100% | Subsystems 100%
  • Team Chaotix: New Imperial -I Class Star Destroyer
    • Shields 100% | Armor 100% | Power 100% | Subsystems 100%
  • Nevermore: : New Imperial -I Class Star Destroyer
    • Shields 100% | Armor 100% | Power 100% | Subsystems 100%
  • Jungle Japes: : New Imperial -I Class Star Destroyer
    • Shields 100% | Armor 100% | Power 100% | Subsystems 100%
  • Tranquility: : New Imperial -I Class Star Destroyer
    • Shields 100% | Armor 100% | Power 100% | Subsystems 100%
  • Cannibal: The Tirailleur-Class Frigate
    • Shields 100% | Armor 100% | Power 100% | Subsystems 100%
  • Dredge: The Tirailleur-Class Frigate
    • Shields 100% | Armor 100% | Power 100% | Subsystems 100%
  • Blight: The Tirailleur-Class Frigate
    • Shields 100% | Armor 100% | Power 100% | Subsystems 100%
  • Knuckles: Gurkha-Class Corvette
    • Shields 100% | Armor 100% | Power 100% | Subsystems 100%
  • Lamentation: Gurkha-Class Corvette
    • Shields 100% | Armor 100% | Power 100% | Subsystems 100%
  • Chimaera: Gurkha-Class Corvette
    • Shields 100% | Armor 100% | Power 100% | Subsystems 100%
  • Tyrant: Gurkha-Class Corvette
    • Shields 100% | Armor 100% | Power 100% | Subsystems 100%
  • STARFIGHTER COMPOSITION
    • 10 Squadrons of TIE/OTx Outlanders
    • 10 Squadrons of TIE/INx Interceptor
    • 5 Squadrons of TIE/HB Bruiser

Though the bridge of the Eggman was filled with music, Velran was silent. He stared at the jungle planet of Felucia a sad smile painted on his lips. Velran didn't understand why he felt sad though, he was the emperor leading his troops into battle. Velran made it clear to the Moffs who chose to cling on to their old and stagnant ways. It was a new era in this latest incarnation of the Empire, it was an Empire that favored action over complacency. An Empire that doesn't care for moral boundaries. War crimes? Hah! More like war tactics. Velran had spent years scratching and clawing his way to the top, coming up with ingenious battle plans. Throughout his military career, all Velran received was ridicule from the higher ups and snide remarks that he was crazy for his habits and the way he ran things as an Admiral.

"What they call crazy," Velran muttered. "I call genius, where are my haters now? Either dead or off to join the loser Dark Empire faction. Those lazy, bloated nincompoops couldn't handle what it takes to really run an Empire. Today will be the day that I show them how it's done!"

Then why did Velran feel sad then? It didn't matter, Velran couldn't allow it to matter. The Sith needed to be wiped out, they were encroaching on Velran's territory. They think they could pull a fast one on Velran and just take the planet's resources while staging a foothold on the Tion Cluster? "Bold move Cotton!" Velran clapped his hands. "Too bad it won't play out the way you think!"

Time to get started. "All right ladies and gentlemen!" Velran said turning to his crew. "Let's get this show on the road! I want death! I want destruction! I WANT MY COFFEE FOR CRYING OUT LOUD!"

Velran took a deep breath. " All Star Destroyers!" He announced. "Form a spearhead around me! We're gonna punch through anyone that moves!"

ALLIES: Laphisto , Jester

ENEMIES: OPEN

 

[Amiggie Lutih]

Swamp Trooper Armor
Plasma Disruptor Rifle
IG-14 Blaster Pistol
x4 Thermal Detenators


"Oh great!" Ami trudged through mucky shallow river far away where the real fighting was taking place. The fight that Ami should be a part of, just when a real enemy in the Sith show up on the Empire's doorstep, Ami isn't there. Instead, Myri had to drag Ami away from her unit so she can act as her bodyguard for her super, secret, NISB mission. It was stupid, Myri was vague about this mission on Felucia. Ami was aware that she was a grunt, but she really hated this "need-to-know basis" chit. It made her on edge and uncertain on what to do.

It was even harder when her best and only friend on the tail end of the Galaxy is the one hiding information from her. "This is just perfect! I should be out there beating Sith Lords to a bloody pulp! Instead, I'm here in the middle of a jungle where everything is trying to kill us! Because a friend of mine wanted me to be her little bodyguard for a mission that I don't know what the frack I'm supposed to do!"

Ami growled. "Come on Buttercup," she said. "Spill it, who are we trying to kill? Because we're in a middle in a battle and NISB agents specialize in assassinations. Can you be at least honest and tell me? I thought we were friends!"

Myri Dara , Von-Kri