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Skirmish Dressel Dancefloor | COV vs JUN



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“The Force is an energy field created by all living things. It surrounds us, penetrates us, and binds the galaxy together. It is what gives a Jedi their power, and it is in the pursuit of maintaining that balance, a Jedi fights.” — Obi-Wan Kenobi

After the rise of the Mandalorian Empire, it was believed that the crusades of Vreegan Fett Vreegan Fett and his ilk had at last come to an end, and the Galaxy breathed a sigh of relief. Ryloth, on its surface, appeared to prove otherwise. With reports from High Republic intelligence unclear on the Mandalorian’s motives for their appearance on the Twi’leks homeworld, and the devastation that followed, it was easy to assume the worst.

Following their departure, an encrypted message from the Jedi Council was promptly forwarded across the secure channels of the Jedi Underground Network. The message was clear: what transpired on Ryloth could not be ignored, nor dismissed.

With the rise of new Sith forces, and this rekindled display of Mandalorian aggression, multiple fracture lines were opening in the Force. Left alone, those fractures would continue to widen, feeding one another, and compounding into potential instability within the broader galactic communities.

The Underground mobilized.

Publicly, brave Jedi deployed to follow after this band of Mandalorians, using established listening posts and relays leading them to Dressel, hoping to uncover the truth of all that transpired, seeking answers for a people left reeling in the wake of what seemed a blatant disregard for life.

In the shadows, the Underground Network begins to move…

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Negotiations/Ground Combat
A small envoy of Jedi have been dispatched to Dressel after successfully tracking them to the planet, sent under the guise of opening up formal talks with Mandalorian leadership. Their stated purpose is simple, seek clarity for what happened on Ryloth and try to determine if the violence that unfolded signals a renewal to their crusading ways, or if this was an isolated incident of aggression, and why.

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Espionage / Boarding / Combat
While Jedi envoys engage Mandalorian leadership in formal talks on Dressel’s surface, a contingent of Jedi and militia auxiliaries are dispatched to intercept and board select Mandalorian vessels positioned in low orbit to try and secure tactical logs, sensor records, and any other encrypted communications that might be tied to what happened on Ryloth and provide insight into future movements.
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BYOO
As negotiations unfold, and covert operations press forward, Jedi, militia auxiliaries, and independent actors within the Underground are authorized to pursue mission-aligned objectives. These may include the protection of civilians, intercepting hostiles trying to disrupt talks or sabotage boarding operations, setting up a new listening post for future activities, etc.​




 
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FOUNDLINGS
Unknown Village | Dressel
TAG: Connel Vanagor Connel Vanagor
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"Rrraaaaughhhnn-ghrrr wrooaaarr raaahh?" Wyyr'kull asked.

"Because while our new friends deal with whatever they need to deal with on their fleets and on the ground, you and I will look for foundlings."

"Graaaahhrrr-rrrghhh wraaaanh uuurrrghh."

"Hardly. We're still a small clan; we need more. Therefore, I will take more."

Wyyr'kull breathed out a sigh before falling into step behind Brent. He was annoyed; he felt there were already too many foundlings in Clan Warnel. Too many young ones and not enough veterans to teach them. Brent...somewhat agreed, but his Clan needed to grow. The ebb and flow of the galaxy made mince of the Mandalorian people, and he wanted Clan Warnel never to fade again.

"It's 5 klicks from here, a small village," Brent said as the topographical overlay streamed into his HUD. "We'll see if they will go willingly, and if not, well, I brought some credits."

"Rrrraaaahhhnn-ghrooorr wrrraaaaghh uunnnrrgh!"

"That's not fair. You were dying in a battle brought to us by the Jedi who hid among the forests of your world. It was not my peoples weapons that burnt your flesh. It was theirs. Besides, I'm really not in the kidnapping mood, ya know," Brent bit back, "That's not my forte. But there's always street rats and orphans in the galaxy in need of a good home."

Ships streamed overhead, some Mandalorian, others of a sleeker and more nimble design.

"Interesting," Brent stated, "If I didn't know any better, I would think those were Jedi craft. I wasn't under the impression we had any with us. Monitor comms, Wyyr'kull, my Manda senses are tingling."

Wyyr'kull rolled his eyes with a grunt but did what he was told. Brent had an exceptionally acute sense of danger after his most recent...rebirth, and Wyyr'kull knew it.

The pair continued to walk toward the village Brent had picked out. A low socio-economic zone with several thousand inhabitants, ripe for the picking for new foundlings, or so he hoped.



 
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Dressel Dancefloor


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The Void Hammer came out of hyperspace at range flanked by three smaller Frigate-Class Destroyers.

It held at range, beyond the normal scope of regular turbolaser and ion canon fire along with its cohort.

News that Mandalorians were bound for Dressel had reached further than the Jedi Council and the Underground Network. These ships were registered to the Black Sun Syndicate which had established a controlling criminal enterprise across the Mid Rim that stretched all the way to the Unknown Regions. Without explanation the Syndicate had folded back in on itself, its criminal presence still felt if not seen freeing the region from the control of an underworld government.

The Ships hung in space, their ion engines on a low and slow burn. Their purpose was difficult to presume at this point. By all accounts this could be a small marauder fleet but it transmitted an old Mandalorian identification code on a lowband frequency.

On the bridge of the Void Hammer amidst the flicker of holoscreens and the sounds of a bridge crew that was working efficiently a large frame rested in a chair reserved for the captaincy.

Looking through a holoscreen towards one of the helmsmen a deep voice, resonating outwards would have called...

"Maintain distance, outside of their weapons range."

...when an affirmative was given he would turn his head state...

"Continue to transmit. Let them know we're not a threat."

...at least not yet, Rel had his misgivings but he had no desire to fire on vessels belonging to the Mando'ade whether they be associated with the Covenant or the Empire. Any reservations he had only stretched so far though.

For now long range sensors scanned spacecraft that were in Dressel's orbit or the vicinity of the planet. Refueling or so it appeared. A lack of a moon meant that vessels couldn't hide behind the terrestrial body and use it for cover to hide themselves. Everything should have been right out in the open, easy to identify be the vessels of opposition count themselves as Military or Civilian.

Tags: OPEN

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Location: Dressel
Outfit: Jedi Attire
Equipment: Arwr Da, Hydrangea Moonblade (concealed)
Ally: Kito Kito
Opposition: Siv Dragr Siv Dragr

"Hopefully these discussions go smoother than they did during the planned discussions on Moorja." Lily stated, she was not sure that these Mandalorians would be as willing to discuss the situation on Ryloth and how to avoid escalating conflicts. The Battlemaster remembered how warmongering the Mandalorians had been before when they were part of the enclave. The only hope was that they could intervene early enough and ensure that things were squashed before it could get out of control.

Looking over to Kito, her Padawan, Lily wanted to make sure that they were approaching this mission with the right mindset. Hoping that discussions could go smoothly, but anticipating conflict. "My master, Briana Sal-Soren Briana Sal-Soren will be leading these discussions, it will be a good time to observe how talks like this can go. We hope this will be boring, but be prepared for any escalations from the Mandalorians. They can be a volatile group." Lily mentioned to Kito, giving a small briefing to her Padawan before they arrived at the meeting. She figured it would help to know what Kito needed to be prepare for and what could be expected from the opposition during this mission.

"This isn't a group of Mandalorians connected to the Empire that the High Republic has a treaty with as well, they see things differently and follow their creed in a very different way. Important to note since that means we need to approach them different to how one would approach the Mandalorians under Aether's rule." Lily instructed. It was part of her experience talking but also the Echani training. Understanding the enemy and how they thought, it provided with more clarity in how they will act and react to the way the Jedi approached this meeting. It also meant that they could find ways to achieve victory in more clear ways.

Arriving at the meeting, Lily breathed in deeply as she looked around for where her Master would be. It had been a while since Lily had spent time with Briana, the Jedi Knight was keen to see her once again and introduce Kito to Briana. So much had progressed since Briana left her position as Grand Master of the Jedi Order, but at the same time, Lily was keen to demonstrate that she was still continuing the work and mindset of the Jedi that Briana had distilled into her. That legacy was going to continue forward and only get stronger.
 
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Truth Be Told
Dressel
Over and Unknown Village





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The rest of the team were dealing with Mandalorians in another sector, but the Force was pulling him here. This village. Why? Only time will tell as the loading ramp opened and he stepped out, waiting for the green light. The village seemed eerily quiet, its stillness broken only by faint whispers of the wind. He sensed an underlying tension, as if the Force itself was unsettled here. His instincts urged caution, but he pressed forward, determined to uncover the reason for this mysterious pull.

With the green light. It was time to drop.

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Once on the ground and stowing his HALO gear, Connel secured the area and started to move. The populace seemed to be frightened. Was it because of him, or the reason he was here?

 

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GALAAR
PLANETSIDE | DRESSEL
ALLIES: COV
ENEMIES: JUN
ENGAGING: Briana Sal-Soren Briana Sal-Soren
GEAR: In bio

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RAZOR

"Got any tihaar, mate?"

Reggie was leaning on the bar and sliding some credits as she spoke to the barman.
"Yeah comin up. Just take any fights it causes outside, got it?" he said.
"If someone else doesn't cause shit, you won't get it from me. Won't be here long. Just refueling." she said.
He gave her armour a look over, cocking a disbelieving eyebrow before sliding her a glass of the requested drink.

Reggie gave a deadpan look back before taking her glass and taking a seat in the corner, her helmet resting next to her elbow. She watched the rest of the room while she sipped her drink. Most seemed to be farmers with a few merchant-types that just stopped over on the planet like the Iron Covenant had.

Then a beacon flashed red on her vambrace, signaling an incoming comms. She pulled her helmet back in place.
<Repeat, Saxon?> she replied.
<Alor Rau, I said we just got hailed by some folk wanting to talk. They just passed and are landing on as we speak. Something don't feel right and I couldn't get hold of Alor Saxon or Alor'ad Celt.> replied Jotun from the Clan she had been pseudo part of.
<Noted. We'll be ready down here. Reggie out.> Reggie said before switching to Covenant-wide comms. She knew many were planetside to stretch legs while the ships got refueled.

<ATTENTION ALL COVENANT. WE GETTING COMPANY. STAY VIGILANT.>

The last remaining Rau got to her feet while her drink was still half, Kranak's weapons suddenly feeling heavy on her belt and back while her pistols were a grounding presence.

She knew there were few things that rivaled a Mandalorian's instinct. If Jotun had a bad feeling, she'd pay attention to it. They were still recovering from the mess on Ryloth, but she'd be damned if they were caught off-guard. They'd be ready for anything.

As she stepped outside into the street, she tried hailing Celt Saxon Celt Saxon to no avail. It was odd, but Reggie was certain that her sister would be fine against whatever was going on. Neither of them were youngins anymore, but hardened warriors.

Reggie had just started walking back towards the starport when she caught sight of a group of people coming out of it together, looking as if they were looking for someone. She had no idea why, but the hair on her arms stood on end suddenly. She felt as vulnerable as she had on Thyrsus.

But her visor remained impassive and cold as her red armour stepped up to the group.

"I understand you are looking for us?" she asked the closest woman who seemed to be at the head of them.

And trusted that her Vode would be catching up momentarily. ​

 
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Sahan walked around outside the bar with a golden bottle of Flameout he had just purchased. It was supposed to be strong, and the golden bottle had caught his attention. He opened it and carefully added a black and purple powder to the drink. He swirled it and took a drink. "Not bad. Not bad at all." Certainly better tasting than that "degreaser" Yuri Maji Yuri Maji had given him but also significantly more expensive.

He scratched his head as he walked along. His scalp had started itching. Probably a sign his hair was starting to grow back. Finally. And to distract himself from the discomfort, he was pouring over various schematics he was working on, including his armor that was still in major need of repair. He had them pulled up on the HUD of his sunglasses, which made him mostly oblivious to the ongoings around him. He only kept up enough awareness not to bump into anyone or anything.

"Things would go a lot faster with Arty back up," he sighed to himself. He had so much to do and could not be in more than one place at a time. He had to admit he was slightly envious of his brother's ability to do just that. And Jericho had his own talents and preferences, so Sahan was not about to rope him into his own projects. No, he'd simply have to do what he could when he could.

<ATTENTION ALL COVENANT. WE GETTING COMPANY. STAY VIGILANT.>

The comm caught Sahan by surprise, lost in thought as he was. He lost his grip on his bottle. Thankfully, he was able to catch it, perfectly balanced on his foot. "Close one." A passing Dresselian clapped at the feat. Sahan couldn't help but laugh.

He wondered what kind of company Reggie was talking about. He wasn't really in the mood to deal with any hassles at the moment, due to his itchy scalp, but maybe it'd provide a distraction from it.

He took another swig of the spiced Flameout.
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TAGS: OPEN
Jared Starchaser Jared Starchaser
 

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S I N D E L . K R Y M A R
| Location | Dressel, Planetside
| Objective | Unknown

There was a soft hiss as the conscripted Firrereon placed the helmet over his head, his features now obscured under the imposing visage of the Mandalorian's trademarked T-visor. A series of lights on his chest mount lit in sequence as a stream of data began to flow over his HUD. All systems were green and in optimal condition. The armor itself wasn't quite to his specifications or liking personally, but for the time being, it would be sufficient. He would have the time to make the needed modifications for his work and role to be optimized.
Much of the Mandalorians' practices and ethics were still foreign to him, but he had grasped the gist of it all since his rescue and summary conscription into their ranks. Was it simple and barbaric to him? Yes. But the former could be rectified and the latter aligned with his practices either way, so neither posed a conflict of interest to him. His pursuit of knowledge and experimentation was now freely hidden beneath the guise of Mandalorian barbarism. No more pesky rules or laws to restrain him or hold him back, so long as it was all done 'for the sake of the Mandalorians'.
His head tilted to the side as a communication came through in his helmet, a global message meant for all of the Iron Covenant present on Dressel, no doubt a response to the Covenant's actions and mobilization. Sindel reached down as he plucked a small red cartridge up between his index and thumb, raising it up to eye level as he inspected it for a moment before shifting his wrist slightly. A small section of the vambrace he wore opened up as he slid the cartridge in before his hand pushed the plate over the opening. He next reached over and grabbed a blaster pistol loaded with standard tibanna and inspected it before holstering it at his hip.
It was time to see what all the fuss was about.

 

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ECLIPSE
PLANETSIDE | DRESSEL
ALLIES: Toby Perris Toby Perris | JUN
ENEMIES: COV
ENGAGING: Kamon Hourn Kamon Hourn

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BUSHIDO

It was still strange to be in this kind of situation without Simon Meinrad Simon Meinrad constantly by her side.

It had taken A LOT of convincing to get him to let her be a proper Master to her Padawan and show him how an actual negotiation can go and that she didn't need a militant ex-Imperial to botch the situation with just his presence. It did help that Hobbs backed her up and having him vouch that she could hold her own against the Mandalorians.

So she had told Toby to pack light and they loaded up into the inconspicuous freighter.

It had taken her a little bit to get into the habit again of having a Padawan but once she found her rhythm but once she found it, she was like a tigress whenever Simon complained about her being busy all the time - seeing as it was indeed his fault that she had lost her previous padawan. Yes, she had played that card against him - that he owed her.

Yet, somehow, Toby managed to win over the stalwart ex-Imperial.

Once she had that rhythm, she really leaned into homing the young Perris' skills that head so far. His saber-work greatly improved, especially after Simon got involved with his saber training, as did his mental and telekinetic skills. Where once the barrier could barely repel a fly, he could now repel the particle bolts that she had told Hobbs and the boys to send toward him. She was so glad that she had gotten a padawan that really wanted to learn and enhance his skills.

Now they were both on the freighter that descended toward the surface of Dressel after Briana Sal-Soren Briana Sal-Soren managed to get information of where the Mandalorians would be. Zhea was well aware the likelihood of negotiations actually happening was slim, yet she had experienced both sides of how the Mandalorians could be. Jos Krayt Jos Krayt had been pleasant where she had also been on the receiving end of a Mandalorian's ire when she had faced Droz Munin Droz Munin and his comrades on Naboo.

She looked up at Toby - still baffled that such a youngin could be so tall.
"We always try the peaceful way first," she started. "But we have no idea what we're actually going to be dealing with in this group. It can go bad at any second, so stay behind me when it does. And really concentrate on keeping up your barrier when you raise it. I don't need to tell you that Mandalorians use mostly slugs and particle weapons and even disruptors, none of which can be deflected with a saber. Oh, and find a way to incapacitate the jetpack of the Mandalorian you face. Once you have them on the ground, it's slightly easier." She had tried to prepare him as much as possible in the little time that he had been under tutelage. She could only hope that things didn't blow out of proportion that would force him into a situation that he was only slightly ready for.

Eventually they stepped off the ship and through the port where a Mandalorian and her comrades faced them, clearly wary.

But perhaps she could appeal to one of them as her eyes found one with black armour that she sensed that seemed different from the rest.

Maybe there was hope.
 

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DRESSEL DANCEFLOOR
A Brave New World - Chapter 1

GEAR: in bio
TAG: Ceri Fraissi Ceri Fraissi | Rik Perris Rik Perris

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PSYCHO KILLER

DRESSEL

It was still awkward, sharing meals, tales, and especially bunk, with fellow Mandalorians after her two years of self-imposed exile. She had been used to be the only Mandalorian in the room; proud, cold, distant, hiding a world of guilt and shame behind a mint dark-blue Beskar’gam.

She had been spending too much time around her own kin in the Ka’rta Kelborn, so when they finally touched down in Dressel to refuel, Yael decided not to sit with the others.

She was a lone dark-blue shadow perched atop a stack of weathered cargo crates, her silhouette broken by the edges of the industrial equipment. She wished that it’s been a month since Kestri, so she could approach Gailen Keldau Gailen Keldau to talk, or better yet, he can come and woo her out of her pathetic loneliness like he always used to do, but it hasn’t been that long, and for once she decides to respect his wishes.

She obeserved the perimeter, gaze sweeping over the Iron Covenant's tired ranks; warriors she had fought beside on Ryloth; now caught in the vulnerable lull of a pit stop. For once ever since she returned to Kestri, she got to relax. They all got to relax for just a bit. But it seems like Manda still hasn’t returned to her side completely.

<ATTENTION ALL COVENANT. WE GETTING COMPANY. STAY VIGILANT.>

<Copy that, Reg,> she replied, her voice steady and devoid of Dressel’s humidity's lethargy. <Perimeter is soft, but I'm pushing out to the treeline. If anything tries to interrupt this refueling, I’ll intercept from the flank.>

She slid her helmet on, the HUD flickering to life and bathing her vision in a tactical amber glow. The pale blonde hair was tucked away, replaced by the cold, unblinking visor of a renowned Mandalorian duelist. She felt the familiar pull of the hunt, but this time, it wasn't just about the kill. It was about standing her ground for the people she had once abandoned.

As she stepped past the last of the floodlights and into the green gloom of the treeline, her HUD shifted to thermal. The world turned into a map of cold blues and flickering oranges. She felt the weight of her Scattergun, the familiar balance of it, and for the first time in a while, fighting for her own people feels like the only thing that made sense.​


 

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SPARROW
ORBIT |DRESSEL
ALLIES: JUN
ENEMIES: COV
ENGAGING: Celt Saxon Celt Saxon
GEAR: In bio

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WORLD ON FIRE

She never felt like she fit properly within the Order.

She always felt like she needed to move - to reach more people to help. She had no idea how Rik Perris Rik Perris managed to sort of stay put. So when the High Council had quietly issued the creation of an Underground Network - to reach those that the Order couldn't and to deal with situations that the Order couldn't officially be seen doing, Sera jumped at the chance.

The Sparrow could fly again.

When news reached them of what happened on Ryloth, she made sure to mobilise as well to find out what happened - or to make the Mandalorians answer for it. They couldn't let more worlds get ravaged by yet another player of violence.

Due to her ability to fly under the radar and because she had Dobby, Sera was one of the few tasked to get what information they could from Mandalorian vessels while the rest kept them busy planetside. So while the main body headed with Briana, Sera suited up to head out into the void and quietly board one of the ships that was currently being refueled. Two small entities would be a lot less noticeable approaching than a shuttle.
"Just stay close, Dobs, and let me know if we get noticed." she told the astromech before they would pop the last door to head out into the void.
He chirped an affirmative at her before opening his repulsor slots to be able to propel himself through the void as well next to her.

With that, they both headed out.

The EVA boots luckily now came with repulsors of their own to make traversing Zero-G a bit easier. The duo moved slowly through the black towards a ship that seemed important judging from the red and gold colours on its hull.

When they landed on the gundeck, Dobby rolled toward one of the access hatches next to one of the turbolaser turrets. His scomp-link popped open and he jimmied the controls a bit to have the hatch pop open. Sera gave him a thumbs up before drifting inside. He waited for her and then hopped in too and once inside, he jimmied the controls again to have the hatch shut again.

Sera was already getting out of the suit when he joined her.
"Good job, buddy." she whispered as she stuffed the suit behind a pipe to have it out of sight. "Ok, get me a layout of this place."
Dobby stuck his scomp link into the control panel again and turned it a few times. After a minute, he withdrew and turned back toward Sera, firing up his holo-projector to give her a 3D visual.
"So we can get what we need from the Core Data Bank, the CIC or the bridge, is that right?" she asked him quietly.
He softly chirped an affirmative again.
"Allright, let's head for the Core Data Bank first." she said.

With that, they both quietly headed in that direction.​

 


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G U N S L I N G E R
Dressel
Engaging: Lily Decoria Lily Decoria | Kito Kito
Nearby: Reggie Rau Reggie Rau | Yael Kandar Yael Kandar | Sahan Dragr Sahan Dragr | Sindel Krymer Sindel Krymer | Zhea Nox Zhea Nox | Toby Perris Toby Perris | Kamon Hourn Kamon Hourn | + More

Siv moved quietly across the dusty rooftops of Dressel's starport. He was well-accustomed to making himself unseen or at least unnoticed -- and yes, there was a difference -- and the Ninyr'kad were exactly that. The unseen arm of the Iron Covenant, dedicated to intelligence and covert operations, had been a natural choice for Siv to join after being integrated into the Iron Covenant.

Whatever losses that had been mitigated by the brave actions of the vod did not negate the fact that operationally, Ryloth was a disaster for the Iron Covenant. Their objective had been an utter failure, and their actions most definitely had put them on the radar of larger galactic powers. Needless to say, the Ninyr'kad were suddenly very invested in all HoloNet traffic on Mandalorians and Ryloth. That's how they'd gotten the tip off of the Jedi intervention. That's why Siv was on Dressel of all planets. Hed arrived because the Jedi had.

He crouched low as the noise of boots rolling against duracretes echoed up from the streets below. The Mandalorians were coming up towards the edge of the starport. Siv nestled into a secure place behind a ventilation stack, free to observe without being observed, and toggled the macrobinocular zoom of his helmet's HUD to get a better view of the confrontation.

Siv remembered very well the last time Mandalorians and Jedi had gotten tangled this far in the Outer Rim. After all, he'd been their primary target.
 
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Moorja had been the moral awakening. Eira’s jagged, Sith-spun ramblings had acted as a cruel mirror, forcing Cerys to face a truth she had spent years outrunning. Brandyn’s frustrating logic, Balun’s steady persistance, even the distant mandates of the Grandmaster — they all converged into a single, stinging realization. She had been wrong to abandon the Order in a stubborn hunt for an Oathwarden. To survive, she had to stop fighting the current of the Force by pushing herself down the path of detachment.

She had to evolve.

The transformation began on the dust-choked streets of Dressel. Through a labyrinth of paranoid whispers and the grudging guidance of a Weequay who smelled of cheap ale, she finally caught the scent of the Jedi Underground. But the path to extraction, a clandestine rendezvous between the Jedi and a splintered Mandalorian sect, had just become dangerously complicated.


"Please. I beg of you. Take Shava with you, Jedi."

Cerys looked down at the woman’s trembling, outstretched hands. The few credits she offered were slick with the sweat of desperation. Cerys didn't take them. Instead, she gently closed the mother’s fingers back over the meagre fortune. The woman, Shava’s mother, crumpled, her spirit finally snapping under the weight of hope.

"Please," she choked out, tears carving tracks through the grime on her face. "It’s all I have. She’s...special. People are starting to notice. I can't hide her anymore."


"Payment is unnecessary," Cerys murmured, her voice a calm despite the woman's storm of emotion. She wrapped her hands around the mother’s. "I will take her. You have my word...she will be a Jedi."

Stooping low, Cerys met the wide, golden eyes of the young Zabrak girl. "Leave the bag, Shava. Just your coat. Keep the hood pulled up. I won't let those men find you."

The girl looked up at her mother, her expression a fragile mix of terror and confusion that twisted a knot in Cerys’s gut. It was a promise made on the shifting sands of her own future. But as their eyes met, Cerys felt the tether click into place. Their fates were now inextricably linked.

"I’ll give you a moment," Cerys said, her voice tight. She stepped out into the humid alleyway, leaning her back against the cold stone. She exhaled a long, shaky breath that did nothing to settle her nerves. The mission had become more, likely too much more.




They moved toward the spaceport, and through the crowds hand in hand. A Togruta and a Zabrak toddler, an odd pairing that Cerys prayed the local syndicates would overlook. She maintained a measured pace, neither a suspicious sprint nor a lingering stroll.

Every footfall was a rhythmic thud against the pavement, falling into time with the drumbeat of her heart. Down below, she felt a small, cold hand squeeze hers. Cerys gave a gentle, reassuring squeeze in reply, pulling the child to her side as they walked toward a future that felt more uncertain with every step.


 
Galactic politics were complicated, and varied. Jared was aware of that. As a man who was raised between Corellia and the Rim, he’d seen the way the Galaxy was different depending on your position and where you lived. And how you were raised. Some groups performed ritual sacrifice for power, others… others were groups who raided.

And that was why the Mandalorians were being watched by the Underground, and Jared was out stalking. A Jedi Seeker, he was the type to chase prey through the galaxy. Even switching from the larger freighters to his modified TIE Avenger. Gave him speed and a smaller profile. He didn’t need to carry much after all.

Sure, it was a recognizable vessel, but with how many TIEs were around the galaxy, he figured he could at least hide the vessel in the traffic of Dressel. Spacer gear, as was typical for the Warden, Jared made his way through the city, knowing there was a Mandalorian detachment here.

Cortosis bracers under his ExCon suit, that itself sat under his jacket. Jared was doing his best to blend in, until he could confirm where the Mandalorians were. The Force giving him some inkling, but he was more interested in laying in wait. So? Bar it was.

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Much like several others, Carduul had been a small distance away from the main gathering, lurking upon the sidelines once they had touched down in Dressel’s spaceport. Upon the corner he had chosen, he had quietly eaten whatever rations were brought with them and rested with the polearm nestled across his lap. It was as close as a Mandalorian could get to ‘meditation.’ What other choice was one left with, after such an unfortunate fiasco? The crusader held no guilt over what occurred, only agitation for the further blood that was shed by his kin—well-and-truly pointlessly, after their peace offer was thrown back in their face. Such a thing required him to center himself once again.

The hopes of the quiet lasting were quickly dashed the moment the announcement made itself clear over the comms, and a ship slowly entered the same region as them overhead. ‘Company,’ they said.

A harsh exhalation escaped the helm, as he slowly came to a stand. Steps then began to pace over, weapon in hand, towards the docking port that had conspicuously touched down near their own. He was left to wonder just what it was. Perhaps it was more like that bounty hunter, come to pursue them for Ryloth or otherwise. More bleeding hearts seeking vengeance for a false cause they pledged themselves to, perhaps. Maybe it was simply more kin who had seen their call, and come to join them. The once-Rallymaster simply had to see, if only to know what response to prepare.

All that wondering came to a close the moment he saw the figures that stepped out. Robe-bearing, the unmistakable hilts at their hips. The way they carried themselves, alone, could’ve told it. Perhaps as he grew closer, he could have sworn there was a recognizable figure or two amongst them from close encounters.

Jedi.

He should’ve known they would have stuck their noses in sooner or later. Though, it was almost quaint by this point…the Galactic Alliance had fallen, just as he had hoped for- regrettably, not by his own hand. They must’ve been just as fragmented as themselves, yet here they were, still seeking them out. What other purpose could they possibly have, other than to seek retaliation? No matter the case, Carduul was prepared to bear arms with all haste against the reemerged threat.

But a few steps further, and he was aside Reggie Rau Reggie Rau , the visage of the helm obscuring the expression and emotion behind it as there as his gaze roved over those presented afore him. “Looking for naught but another excuse to engage us, t’would seem.” He idly added in comment, words a low drawl. “For what business could they possibly seek here, but to brazenly intervene in matters they understand not, just as they have before?” His kin hadn’t shot at them already, and that much was mercy enough. If those that stood across from them didn’t understand that by now, then he truthfully doubted any sort of meaningful talk would occur here—not when the Enclave's fate stood as a precedent for that same situation.
 
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OBJECTIVE 2: DRESSEL HIGH ORBIT | ABOARD THE BUURENAAR’GAM
TAG: OPPS: Chani Seable Chani Seable | [OPEN]
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KJARTAN HAMMER-HAND

In the preceding weeks, the Buurenaar’gam had undergone extensive repairs back on Kestri, due in large part to a very... active role during an unfortunate series of events in Imperial Confederation Space. It was not often that Kjartan was able to partake in his old ways, and by Manda, it felt good.

He was no longer a pirate. He gave that life up when went straight shortly after Signy Bralor Signy Bralor entered his life. Or rather, when he learned that he was all the girl had left. Who would have thought that seed sown abroad would actually yield a tree? And in Kjartan’s case, a seedling that ended up changing him for the better.

Make no mistake, he was still a spicy bastard who drank too much, fought hard, and boisterously laughed and carried on as he did in his younger years. But he knew that Signy, despite being the surprise he never asked for, and to a certain extent ran from - needed him. When he learned of her mother’s death defending the girl during a raid, he could no longer run from the responsibility he had thus far ignored. He called in a few favors, and turned in his jolly roger for a letter of marque, which led to him earning a full pardon for his life of crime. He was one of the lucky ones, to be sure. Not every pirate saw credits and retirement as their end, but rather a short drop at the end of a shorter rope.

His foray against the Imperial Confederation was a welcome distraction, one he felt had little risk for recidivism into his erstwhile life given the fact... well, no one in the Galaxy really liked the Empire these days. What were a few hundred dead Imperials in the grand scheme of things anyway? It wasn’t like Kjartan got paid for the damned affair anyway. To hear Yuri tell it, he was convinced to help those blasted Wild Space Rebels for a six-pack. That damned wolf was crazier than a box of gizkas, but if anything, the whole misadventure revealed that Kjartan really didn’t need much convincing to kill a few Imperials and take whatever he could from them. Manda knows they’ve done enough harm to the Galaxy, so there was still little love lost in the heart of the old pirate as far as they were concerned.

Naturally, Kjartan had gotten a tongue-lashing from command for his little stunt, but much of what had occurred had been obfuscated enough. Plus, he was the Alor’ad of his ship, and the Mythos fleet was no damned peace-keeping force. Their chief concern was the near-loss of the Buurenaar’gam and the costs incurred in bringing her back to full strength, far and above any potential political fallout.

And the damned stunt was fun anyway.

The Void Hammer came out of hyperspace at range flanked by three smaller Frigate-Class Destroyers.

It held at range, beyond the normal scope of regular turbolaser and ion canon fire along with its cohort.

News that Mandalorians were bound for Dressel had reached further than the Jedi Council and the Underground Network. These ships were registered to the Black Sun Syndicate which had established a controlling criminal enterprise across the Mid Rim that stretched all the way to the Unknown Regions. Without explanation the Syndicate had folded back in on itself, its criminal presence still felt if not seen freeing the region from the control of an underworld government.

The Ships hung in space, their ion engines on a low and slow burn. Their purpose was difficult to presume at this point. By all accounts this could be a small marauder fleet but it transmitted an old Mandalorian identification code on a lowband frequency.

On the bridge of the Void Hammer amidst the flicker of holoscreens and the sounds of a bridge crew that was working efficiently a large frame rested in a chair reserved for the captaincy.

Looking through a holoscreen towards one of the helmsmen a deep voice, resonating outwards would have called...

"Maintain distance, outside of their weapons range."

...when an affirmative was given he would turn his head state...

"Continue to transmit. Let them know we're not a threat."

Alor, we’re picking up 4 ship signatures at the edge of our weapons range. They’re transmitting an ident-code - it’s an older code, but it checks out.”

The Buurenaar’gam was accompanied by a similarly sized force, engaged in a fairly heavy show-of-force patrol through the Vermillion Drift, yet had to refuel before proceeding onward. Even now, the massive Mandalorian star destroyer had refueling barges alongside her, along with base personnel milling about and aiding the refueling process. Dressel was a key world for refueling and ship transfers, so the presence of these 4 craft was not of immediate concern. Even still, the Buurenaar’gam was not in a position to engage even so. But the other 3 ships were arrayed defensively to protect the bigger ship even so; awaiting their turn to refuel.

“Keep an eye on them for now. Standard sensor sweeps, maybe passive acknowledgement of their low-band transmission.” Kjartan responded. He scratched his neck, and glanced around. “Where is Signy?”

Several among his bridge crew gave him a blank stare. After a few moments, he grumbled. “Is she even on the ship? Or is she planetside? Does anyone here karking know?” His tone carried some annoyance, laced with a playfully ‘over the top’ tone.

‘That girl...’ He thought to himself, a slight smile creasing his lips.


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LOCATION:OBJECTIVE 1 | DRESSEL SPACEPORT
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ALLIES: Reggie Rau Reggie Rau | Carduul Akahl Carduul Akahl
OPPS: Zhea Nox Zhea Nox | Toby Perris Toby Perris
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Similar to the other vode gathered in the spaceport cantina, Kamon was with two of his squadmates at a table, enjoying some ale and simple foods to tide them over during their layover. The three Mandalorians stood out from the others, bearing the wolf’s head sigil of The Ruus’vhetin Commandos - although to be fair, each of them stood out in their own way from the other. Such was the way of the Mandalorians, whose armor was as diverse as those who wore them.

<ATTENTION ALL COVENANT. WE GETTING COMPANY. STAY VIGILANT.>

Kamon’s comm chirped at the announcement, which caused him to glance around. The source of the warning came from one of female warriors within the cantina, who herself arose to her feet despite the half-filled tankard of ale at her perch. With a light sigh, Kamon glanced at his squad members, who returned the expression as they all adorned their helmets, placing some credits on the table to cover their food and drinks before they also rose to their feet. The three commandos surveyed the area as they fell in step with Reggie Rau Reggie Rau as they all made their way to the starport, where Carduul Akahl Carduul Akahl joined them all.

Eventually they stepped off the ship and through the port where a Mandalorian and her comrades faced them, clearly wary.

But perhaps she could appeal to one of them as her eyes found one with black armour that she sensed that seemed different from the rest.

Maybe there was hope.


They didn’t make it far until they caught sight of robed figures who seemingly screamed Jetii. One of them, a woman with tanned skin and tattoos across her face, locked eyes with his visored helm as they approached.

"I understand you are looking for us?"

But a few steps further, and he was aside Reggie Rau Reggie Rau Reggie Rau Reggie Rau , the visage of the helm obscuring the expression and emotion behind it as there as his gaze roved over those presented afore him. “Looking for naught but another excuse to engage us, t’would seem.” He idly added in comment, words a low drawl. “For what business could they possibly seek here, but to brazenly intervene in matters they understand not, just as they have before?” His kin hadn’t shot at them already, and that much was mercy enough. If those that stood across from them didn’t understand that by now, then he truthfully doubted any sort of meaningful talk would occur here—not when the Enclave's fate stood as a precedent for that same situation

Kamon wordlessly sized the group. Instinctively, Kamon had been raised to mislike Jetii probably even moreso than his vode within the Covenant. In a prior life, he had fought against the Alliance and their Jedi protectors, and it was hard to reprogram years of conditioning to that end. Although it was hidden by his T-visor, he scowled at the robed woman before him; his nostrils flaring. He wasn’t much for words, but he found himself agreeing with the words of Carduul. Even still, he found it... interesting that this Jetii woman seemed to focus on him. He remained still, allowing for the opening comments of his companions to be addressed before opting to speak himself.

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Location: Orbit over Dressel
Objective: Objective 2
Tag: Sera Rosh Sera Rosh
Equipment: In bio

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Celt was in the vehicle hangar running over some post battle inventory checks with her people. Itnwas a very mundane job, but utterly essential in an effective military, and a task that truth be told, Celt quite enjoyed to help her relax between missions. Although the relaxation might need to wait if what her sister had announced over the comms was true and the ship was already moving to an alert state.

She knew how much ordnance had been spent, what was troubling on this occasion had been the failure rate of her cluster munitions. She would need to refer that back to Maji as it was just slightly out of their promised tolerances.

::Rallymaster, we are detecting an open exterior hatch, you are the closest vod to that section.::

::Heading there now, Celt out.::

Celt closed her comm and shook her head before she picked up her helmet and quickly wound her red hair up to into a rushed bun to fit the helmet. It clicked shut and hissed as the atmosphere inside her suit balanced. It could be a malfunction, the ship had been shot at a lot recently, but she knew in her gut that it wasnt the case.

She began down the corridor towards where the breach was, it was a little way from her so she needed to hustle before whomever it was managed to carry out whatever objective they had. Best guess, prisoner extraction or sabotage.

::Intruders accessed ship schematics, last seen on vid heading towards data core:: her comm crackled.

::Set all SCOMPS to extra crispy, I dont us giving them any more help.:: she commanded with a grin before rounding a corner. Why did starship have to be so big.

It took nearly a minute for Celt to catch up with Sera. Celt wouldnt be offering her a tour, she wouldn't even offer her a hello, the first announcement that Sera would get would be the sensation of blaster rounds trained on a whizzing towards the back of her head.


 
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A warrior must always stand ready for battle.

When Reggie voice came over the comms, it found Darion sleeping upright against a wall, minutes after he had berated other brothers and sisters of the same. Boredom was Darion's greatest challenge to overcome and nothing was as boring as standing sentry over the several Mandalorian transport ships that had landed on Dressel for supplies.

The warning was vague - we're getting company, stay vigilant, Reggie had said. But he welcomed it as an escape from the boredom the way a drowning man would welcome air.

A warrior must always be measured.

When he'd marched, with carbine in hand and beskad slung over his back, out of the dock and into the spaceport's concourse, Darion had issued an order to lockdown the spaceport. No one gets out until the Mandalorians depart.

The somewhat calm over the concourse turned into a bickering racket and protest. Mandalorian warriors were setting up guard over each dock and shoving travellers towards the sole entry into the concourse. Most quickly heeded the warriors' orders, fearing the dreaded T-visor and the rebuke it was capable of.

Some, though, were adamant. Darion raised his rifle in the air and fired a series of blaster bolts into the sky, taking the stubborn and the foolish's attention.

He said, "Out." simply, without a single hint of theatrics or bravado. And they would heed his order, if not for the T-visor then for the old Crusader armor he bore making him stand out from the rest of his kin in the spaceport.
 
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FOUNDLINGS
Unknown City | Dressel
TAG: Connel Vanagor Connel Vanagor
GEAR: BIO

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Brent's heavy footsteps thudded into the cobblestone of the back alleys as his HUD let him follow the boy. Footsteps glowed in Brent's thermal imaging as he followed them down winding alleys, deeper into the labyrinth of this poor city. The boy was thankfully barefoot, making this tracking easy.

Brent moved swiftly, but he did not run. Wyyr'kull was somewhere behind him, following at a distance.

A flit of clothing around a corner. A rustling sound of garbage just ahead. Brent was catching up. He came around fast, almost too fast, and a small hand with a knife flashed up at his throat. Brent's hand lashed out and caught the small wrist of the boy. Brent lifted him off the ground, the boy's feet dangling and kicking as Brent brought him to his eye level.

"I won't let you take her!" he screamed, punching Brent's armored chest with his free hand. Over and over, the boy's small fist hammering into Brent's Beskar with a slight thudding noise. Brent did not see fear in the boy, only resolve.

Brent looked around, his helmet scanning for heat signatures, and there, behind a dumpster, a small glow was peeking from under the metal. Brent wrenched the knife out of the boy's hand and threw it away. He sat the boy down on his feet and manhandled him over to the dumpster, shoving him toward it. "No! NO! Let me go! Get away!" The boy screamed as Brent neared the dumpster, trying desperately to wrench himself away from the Mandalorian's iron grip.

Brent drug the boy like a heavy sack of potatoes, throwing him behind the dumpster. The boy landed in a tangle of limbs on the ground and as Brent peered behind the dumpster he saw a small girl, maybe five or six, laying on a bed of straw and roughly spun blankets, her breath ragged. Brent's HUD scanned her, giving feedback on her health.

"What happened?" he asked as the boy untangled himself from the ground and got up, standing protectively near the girl.

With tears streaming down his face now, he answered, "She's sick. I don't know what happened, she...she..." he couldn't finish as his voice cut off from a choking sound before he began to cry raggedly. The boy was tough, Brent could see, but it seemed he had finally hit his limit today. Between choking sobs, he continued, "I tried to help her, I did. But with ma and pa gone...but I've no money, and the big city is too far for me to carry her. I think she might..might...might..d.." he cut off as he couldn't finish the word.

"You have no other family?" Brent asked.

The boy shook his head. "It's just been me and sis for months now. I steal to feed us, but I got caught trying to steal medicine, and now no one will help. They call me thief when they see me. They kick me or throw things at me. I was just trying to help," he said as he hung his head, setting his hand on the girls shoulder and squeezing it.

Brent continued scanning the girl. She had a high fever, some type of bacterial infection, and what looked like pneumonia from preliminary scans of her oxygen levels and ragged breathing signs his armor was picking up.

Raaaughhh wrrrooohhhnn nnghrrr waaaahhhrr Wyyr'kull said as his heavy footsteps approached from deeper in the alleyway.

" Carduul Akahl Carduul Akahl is planetside?" Brent asked idly as he checked the girl over, making sure she had no obvious signs of bleeding or anything he needed to fix immediately. "Send him a ping, maybe he wants a foundling as well." Nothing was evident on her; it seemed all internal. He lifted her eyelids, checking her pupils and seeing how bloodshot her eyes were, how deep and dark the circles beneath her eyes were.

The boy stood guard over her as Brent spoke to Wyyr'kull, ready to defend her against this newcomer, this great mass of hair and teeth that was a Wookie. Brave. Ready to take on whoever in defence of his family.

Rrrraaahhh nnghrooowwrrr graaahh hnnrrr waaarrrghh rruuunnn chhrrraaa woooorrhhnn, hnngggrraahh wrrrooaaannn shhraaahh uunngghh draaarrhhnn.

"Come, boy," Brent said as he scooped the girl up in his arms, walking back towards the alley entrance. "She will die soon without help."

"Where are you taking her? Will she be fine? Tell me!"

"I will take her and you to my ship and try to help her, and from there to somewhere new. Saving her may mean leaving this world. Will you do that for her?" Brent asked.

"If it means saving her...then...then, yes. I will leave." The boy wiped the tears from his face as he walked next to Brent, grabbing his sister's hand as Brent carried her through the city streets towards the city's edge.

As Brent walked toward the city edge, the city folk gave him a wide berth, skittering out of his way in fear, wanting nothing to do with the huge Mandalorian.

"It's a tough walk to the ship, boy. Keep up, or I will leave you here."




 

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