Dominion Embrace Eternity: Silver Jedi Dominion of Cularin

[Matsu Ike]

Cularin an ancient world of the jedi and the sith that was storied. THe darkstaaff a dangerous artifact had an interest in the system and had left its scars. With their small expansion to Wann Tsir and ideas from the likes of Jyoti Nooran and Mi'la Undari the ancient jedi academy. THey could do a number of things with it and she had other ideas... the Large mobile academy dropping out of hyperspace. Ashla's Light was more then just a warship it defended a mobile jedi academy that could train the generations. She had planned for the academy to be rebuilt and Silver Rest was getting much the same to keep it how it was... but Mi'la gave a great deal of thought to her suggestion and it would be a shame to not honor it... Jyoti was beneficial as well though crediting it to herself and valae more so then all of the other silvers who had been there like Rasu, Coci, Her, Connor was something. She had for the attack High Marshal Eternity and his Iron Mongers. THey would be able to lead the assault force to the gates of the fortress and few things could beat back the power of the shard knights. There was also legends... stories of a ghost ship that she was sending teams to investigate in their search. Wanting to better improve some of their chances to if it existed and was dangerous.. them being able to contain it and protect from it would better serve their long term interest. The jedi master was laying out all of it on the holodisplays for herself to observe and check out what they were doing.

Objective One: Restoring the Lost
The ancient Jedi enclave lays ruined and dormant... the jedi artisans and engineers are seeking to restore it but several factors need to be decided. What direction will the academy take, will it be more focused as a waystation aiding others or a presence in the system to move forces from?

Objective Two: The Dark hand Fortress
The ancient Hand artifact, carved within a mountain and massive... able to tear the souls of a living being to empower another in a dark ritual. Darksiders have over the years built a fortress around the artifacts mountain entrance and fortified it with the remains of battlemasters and beasts.

Objective Three: Save Us
The Animiasma is an ancient slaver ship that was corrupted and infected by the darkstaff itself... becoming quasi-sentient and a place of the darkside able to attract salvagers and then killing them horribly.

Bring Your Own Obective:
Explore the world and Rivin's fortress on Almas a neighboring planet. Help the locals that are here or investigate and try to figure out what became of the darkstaff's influence on the system that sent in somewhere.

 

[Gir Quee]

Objective Three: Save Us

Loci II-class Strike Frigate Sunrise's Light, edge of the Cularin System

"Quite a tale," mused Perit, "does anyone else here have doubts about it?"

Gir's eyes briefly swept across the table to get a quick read on everyone else's thoughts. The frigate's conference room was small, yet it seemed nearly empty to him, despite the dozen individuals found within it. Most them were the ship's crew, relatively low-ranked in comparison to either Perit or himself. And of these most of them turned their eyes downward to avoid getting involved in the discussion. The vessel's captain, a quarren folded his arms across his chest and leaned back in his chair.

"It's not a matter of doubt, is it admiral?" said Captain Allet, turning his eyes onto Gir.

"No," said the blonde man, "it is not. I must admit it seems strange, but stranger things have happened. It's pretty well known that this entire star system disappeared from the galaxy for years before turning again. That seems far stranger to me than an ancient, darkside nexus of a ship."

"Oh, that doesn't trouble me, and it should trouble me more than you given my connection with the Force," said Perit, "it's the part where it's supposedly alive."

"We have an entirely automated ship within this squadron itself," said the admiral.

"The Blue Wave isn't alive. It's the actual living part that gets me, not the idea of a starship that can act or function by itself."

"I guess we'll just have to see," said Gir, "but either way, it's something we can't just ignore. If nothing else, it'll be a public relations nightmare to constantly have people 'disappearing' while visiting the system. There could well be another group of pirates or slavers out there responsible for these disappearances, or even some sort of space-going creature, maybe a colony of exogorths."

"There's a lot of ground to cover if all of these reports are true," said Allet, "it'll take days to do this as entire squadron."

"We're going to have to deploy probes," said the admiral, "and probably let the Blue Wave loose to do some searching of its own...."

 

[Caltin Vanagor]

"For what it’s worth: It’s never too late to be whoever you want to be. I hope you live a life you’re proud of, and if you find you’re not, I hope you have the strength to start over again." - F. Scott Fitzgerald​

Objective 2 - Hand Artifact​

The side of the mountain was a sight that he had not witnessed in a long time. In fact the last time Vanagor himself had been here was soon after it had initially occurred. We are of course talking about the Hand Artifacts mountain entrance and the artifact itself. This was an issue for much of the archaeologists as they had read and reviewed much of the texts and articles, as well as heard the rumors of what had happened here.

There was the fear of the rituals of the past having a lingering effect on the present, and all of the fallen Jedi whose ghosts may or may not reside here. It was going to take someone not only strong in the Force, but strong in the will to keep from any dark side influence to go in there and affect change. Where else would the big man be right now? That and he had a wife at home who could help should he fail.


TAG: Anyone who wants to converse!

Spoiler: Personal effects

"Vanguard" (Secondary - Long Handle)

"CONSERVATOR" (Primary - Long Handle)
HK-88 Robes, Battle Armor,Toraynor-Henkan(mind crystal added) Advanced Jedi Utility Belt
Starship: Spectre, (Jedi Interceptor in the hangar, Dilorian, and Bike both in the cargo bay, the late Karki Eusith's Armor, Shield, Temple Guard Lightsaber mounted on the wall)
Sanctuary Island

 

[BB-4001A]

D O R U M A A
Moon of Almas | Cularin System
BRING YOUR OWN OBJECTIVE

[ face my fears ]​

A large, human fist filled the Nautolan's view.

It connected with the boy's head, sending him reeling backward.

Back step, pirouette.

Coming out of the blow, the young padawan neatly danced his way from out of the path of intersecting red blades. One hand came up to wipe the blood away from his mouth. The other was holding onto a blue-bladed lightsaber.

The two... Sith? Cultists? Seriously, what even was he working with here? Generic Dark Side User Number 4,379?

Any road, the two duelists circled around on opposite sides of the Nautolan. Sparks danced along the edge of the boy's reach, as he found himself on the back foot, relying on the so-called fast style to try and keep pace with the separate opponents.

This was probably one of those times when knowing Soresu would have been super helpful.

Zak hated Soresu. It was the most boring lightsaber form of all the boring lightsaber forms. And there were more boring lightsaber forms than you'd think!

...looking at you, Shien.

The one on the left plunged at Zak. The boy stepped into the man's attack, then spun out from under the attack in a feint. Shooting out from behind the man's back, the Nautolan drove at the other attacker. Red and blue collided in a series of sparks. A spin of Zak's lightsaber twisted the red-blade aside, setting up a sudden sweep of the blade.

A red mist was released into the air, as the man's blood was vaporized on Zak's blade. The man fell to the side, as Zak twirled with the motion of the attack, dropping into a guard as he met the other red blade as it came at him.

Now it was one on one.

Those were more of Zak's kind of odds.

Stepping into the attack, the man took one hand off his lightsaber, pulling the fallen cultist's weapon to him.

Zak just blinked as he realized where this was going. "Aw, sharks."

Igniting the weapon in his free hand, began an onslaught that continued to drive Zak backward. It was everything he could do to counter or anticipate. As soon as he moved to block one attack, it's twin or counter was already coming for him.

The man was a Jar'kai duelist.

Zak hated Jar'kai duelists.

The boy's heel found the edge of the cliff. A long fall to ocean-breaking rocks waiting below and Zak with nowhere else to go as he found himself getting hammered by the deluge of blows.

...wait a second, he was aquatic.

Blocking an overhead strike, the boy twisted so that he connected with a sideway slash -- using the force of that strike to propel him backward, off the cliff.

The lightsaber in his hands shut down, as the boy tucked into a backflip. Twisting into the dive, he stretched out as he shot neatly between a pair of rocks to plunge into the dark waters.

Standing on the cliff, the man gave a growl of frustration, throwing the other lightsaber like a spear at the diving Nautolan. After both vanished into the water, the man shut down his red blade and turned back to what he had been doing.

 

[Mig Gred]

Spoiler

Objective 3:
Ships: Kolit II-class Fleet Frigate Valious, loaded with 3 GF-4 Stinger squadrons, and one mixed squadron of light freighters, Arcon-class Utility Ship "raider" fitting, Shriek

Mig sat aboard the Shriek, which may've seemed like on odd place for the Alor considering the commanding fleet frigate with them, but he did tend to feel more useful... up close and personal. Plus considering how widespread A.I. were in most Gred vessels the Valious was a bit of getting use to for him. But the Lucerne Labs vessel had handily replaced the "refitted" Neebray-class Cargo Frigates for most dangerous work. Sure the Neebray's still found their place in cargo and escort, but Mig had to admit a freighter-turned-carrier (or stripped down carrier depending on who you asked) just didn't cut it anymore. As they approached the location though, Mig would quickly tap the comms, while some of the Netherhounds got ready to board the light freighter that sat in the lone hanger. He could feel the chill of that... thing from here.

"Sunrise's Light this is Mig Gred aboard the Shriek. Valious should be moving into formation now. I'll be honest, being a mando'ad'jetii I really don't like how this thing feels, and I'm usually not good at picking up on this stuff." The Shriek meanwhile would slide under the true warships, her engines repositioning to quickly halt her in parking position. These were the kind of things the smuggler turned marshal Halgen Nal would talk, and sing, about with old Outer Rim stories. Gave him the creeps.

Gir Quee

 

[Gir Quee]

Objective Three: Save Us
Allies: Mig Gred

Loci II-class Strike Frigate Sunrise's Light, edge of the Cularin System

Several of the bridge crew departed to help initiate launching the probes, most of which would come off the Blue Wave. Yet the man lingered in the conference room with both Captain Allet and Perit, with all sharing speculations about possible explanations for the strange reports. Part of wondered if some element of the One Sith or Sith Empire had survived and split off to become rogues. It could explain much of the disappearances and rumors associated with the dark side - the Cularin system was known to have attracted many force users over the years. Perhaps they were searching for something within the system - perhaps the rumored dark staff - and were disposing of people who accidentally found them? He put his thoughts on hold as a brief chime announced an incoming audio transmission:

"Sunrise's Light this is Mig Gred aboard the Shriek. Valious should be moving into formation now. I'll be honest, being a mando'ad'jetii I really don't like how this thing feels, and I'm usually not good at picking up on this stuff."

The blonde man spared glances with the other two officers in the room before continuing.

"It certainly seems curious," said the admiral with a frown, "and not one that I'm looking forward to seeing if the rumors are true."

Perit cleared his throat, "I have some limited ability with the Force myself, though I am not as a full-fledged jedi. Something about this all doesn't seem natural to me...but like I said, this is not something I specialize in."

"We've started to send out probes," said the admiral, "based on reports and likely locations of the ship, but if you have a feeling or idea of where they might be, given your abilities with the Force, perhaps that would be a good place to start. Otherwise, I suppose we have to fall back on the tried and true search patterns..."



Fleet

Spoiler

Loci II-class Strike Frigate Sunrise's Light with Starlight Scutum module
Blue Wave
-2 squadrons of Zephyr-class Droid Fighters

 

[Jesse Organa]

Objective One: Restoring the Lost

The jedi academy was here... ruined and ancient. The jedi had used it to go after Almas and the sith fortress there. It was a place and after the church of the force had been informed of Mi'la Undari proposal about restoring many of the temples of the jedi well the sisters had come out. Several in their Habit Robes. THey walked off the ship that had led them there and bringing some of the smaller droids that were set up to record information and find what they would need to restore all of it. Jesse stood there in her sarong as the air was dry, her skin gleaming from oils imported from the few worlds. Long hair tied in a tight ponytail while she smiled going forward with them. "Alright lets get started with the initial excavation and assessments." A smile on her face though when she crossed her arms over her stomach.

 

[Mi'la Undari]

Restoring the Lost
​

Location: Cularin
Tags: Jesse Organa

Spoiler: Currently Equipped

Tython Sentinel Robes
Lightsabers x 2
Omi-Tool Arm (Right Arm)
Prosthetic Lekku
Numa Class Headdress

She had never been to this place before, and perhaps now it was when she realized the extent of the work she was putting forth. As the Twi'lek moved ahead of the grouping of similarly dressed women behind her, she had decided to press on and reflect on the echos she felt on this world. It was difficult frankly, trying to distance herself from the ache she felt at times, a pressure that was massing and building on some worlds, but seemingly empty and distance on others. She didn't understand it, and she feared she might never be able to.

She extended a hand out, reaching out for the Force, and felt it seemingly be snatched away as she did so, a frown crossing her features as she slowly lowered her hand. Nothing. Behind her, Lady Organa was busy setting things into motion with whatever crew was here to start the ground work for this planet, but within, Mi'la reflected on where she was to go from here, robe and hood fluttering in a breeze that swept up and over her. In a way, she related to these structures, trying to find a lost glory within them, but seemingly neglected and ignored for so long.

This would be a long process indeed it seemed.

 

[Jesse Organa]

Objective One: Restoring the Lost
Allies: Mi'la Undari

She looked over as the feeling of the jedi she had been responding to report wise... the twi'lek was reaching out for something but Jesse remained stoic in her work. THey were scanning things first... to get the best results and see wherre they should start with restoration efforts to reinforce it. Then move onto things like paint or astetics... her hands coming out when she touched parts of it and slowly worked the force. Weaving it, threadfs of history that formed and became tangled... darkened and connected to millions of smaller things. It was difficult to explain to those who didn't follow or listen to the weaving way... viewing the force as threads on a tapestry that was always being created but the thread of ones life could be long and full of many different events. "There is a lot of work to be done here... whatever happened when the system disappeared is like an old wound."

 

[Or'Fol Moric]

Zak Dymo

Or'Fol groaned a bit as he held back a vibrosaber with his lightclub. While this cultist wasn't armed with a lightsaber, they were no less dangerous. The Herglic Jedi did have some advantages though. One key one being he was a lot larger, and new how to use that size. He let loose some powerful strikes, more breaking his opponents strength than down right out thinking them. Soon, he would finish the job though. He forced an opening and took it, finishing his opponent. The large Jedi took a breath, then looked to see the young Padawan he'd come with jump from the cliff!? He quickly hit his comms.

"Zak! Are you ok?"

 

[Caltin Vanagor]

"For what it’s worth: It’s never too late to be whoever you want to be. I hope you live a life you’re proud of, and if you find you’re not, I hope you have the strength to start over again." - F. Scott Fitzgerald​

Objective 2 - Hand Artifact​

The gates were dark and brooding, with a feel of a world long forgotten, the sculptures were intimidating to even the coldest of hearts. It would behoove anyone to just stay away, but this was not simply any other day. So, with others he walked slowly into and towards them, eventually opening the huge structure with a move through the Force. It took some focus at first but half way through it seemed like someone or something was helping him, and it opened freely.

The smell of death permeated the landscape, like fresh cut grass. It murdered the sinuses. The further they walked in the less it seemed to subside either. Trying to lighten the mood, Caltin joked about how this job really stunk. Of course that brought nothing but groans and pained laughter from those with him. They would need that sense of humor as they did not know it, but further down the corridors, the ancient defenses were activating. That also included several possessed sets of armor.

Yes, he was here when much of this was “active” and “new” but that was nine-hundred years ago. There was no way that Vanagor could be expected to remember absolutely every facet of a planet he was only on once and only for a short time. One advantage he did have though was that those possessed pieces of armor were inhabited by entities whom he had faced when they were alive…

… and one of them just recognized him.

TAG: Anyone who wants to converse!

Spoiler: Personal effects

"Vanguard" (Secondary - Long Handle)

"CONSERVATOR" (Primary - Long Handle)
HK-88 Robes, Battle Armor,Toraynor-Henkan(mind crystal added) Advanced Jedi Utility Belt
Starship: Spectre, (Jedi Interceptor in the hangar, Dilorian, and Bike both in the cargo bay, the late Karki Eusith's Armor, Shield, Temple Guard Lightsaber mounted on the wall)
Sanctuary Island

 

[Draven Eterena]

Objective: BYOO: Dorumaa... What's up with Moons' having dark sides?
Gear: Listed Below Mostly
Participants: Zak Dymo Or'Fol Moric

Draven began to scale the rocky ledges of one of the cliffs. As a form of stamina and resilience training following a swim he just had undergone. Dorumaa was riddled with dangerous specimens and individuals. That and cliffs.. Which made it a suitable location for Draven to be practicing up on his physical training. At least he was fairly certain it was Saki approved location for Draven to be testing the limits of his mortality. His master had a percuilar nack of.. survive or don't. Either way things would get smashed or flung when needed.

Additionally, Draven had been fairly certain this was the place. He needed to be. As he had a feeling that things were about to transpire. Which he would be capable of lending aid to. This portion was likely not as well received by his master. Who was more cautious towards the mystic applications of the force. Draven was doing his best to understand the practice of imbuing the force into yourself to generate superior physical enhancements and resistances. So, he figured everything was fair there.

Draven had scaled just about a quarter of the cliff. When his senses alerted him to the fact chaos was about to ensue.. A clash of blades reaching his ears. As his hairs all pricked up and Draven found a ridge to climb onto. To assess the best possible course of action. He looked about for a quick way to ascend. Not really anything within his current skill realm. Not yet at least. Especially not without someone about to air lift him.

Draven winced as he felt someone took a solid strike from one of the sabers. Cursed empathy really was a prick ability to deal with. A moment later though Draven saw a young Nautolan backed up to the edge above him. Oh.. well huzzah for team Jedi... And over the cliff the individual went. Followed by a red saber angrily in pursuit. "Well, Frik." Draven muttered under his breath.

Draven did his best to conceal his figure. Up until the dark sider departed in a rage his potential victim managed to evade his wrath. While Draven worked on his breath device making sure it had a fresh canister. Before placing it on and walking to the ridge. As he dove in after the young Nautolan with the intentions of making sure the kid was okay. Despite the fact Draven was at most just a few years older most likely.

Draven was not exactly skilled in healing if the fellow jedi wasn't okay. Though he did have med supplies in his survival kit. What Draven did know was his consciousness would get the better of him if he didn't at least come to an assessment of what had happened. To determine if he'd be playing tag along.. or hunting down some folks. Draven also was praying if the other Jedi was fine. He didn't mistake Draven as an enemy in pursuit of him.

 

[Mig Gred]

Objective 3:
Ships: Kolit II-class Fleet Frigate Valious, loaded with 3 GF-4 Stinger squadrons, and one mixed squadron of light freighters, Arcon-class Utility Ship "raider" fitting, Shriek

Mig nodded a bit before speaking up.

"Definitely not enough to pinpoint. The Valious should be sending out some Stingers out though to help investigate." Meanwhile, from the Valious, some of the new GF-4 Stingers left the hanger of the frigate. The new fighters had been proving better for carrier based operations. They may've lacked an astromech, but more could be brought than the larger TwinTails. And those numbers would be coming in handy right now as thirty-six left the hangers, with the handful of refitted light freighters staying behind to wait for intel.

"You know, I'm kinda missing the mechs about now" came a clear Outer Rim drawl through the comms. "Managing all this is a pain." A Concord Dawn voice would then come through.

"What's wrong Dewback? Thought you were one of the best. Can't handle some extra buttons?"

"Ok you two cut the chatter and focus. Either we find it or the probes do, but whoever does we need to be ready to respond if this ghost story turn out to be real."

Gir Quee

 

[BB-4001A]

D O R U M A A
Moon of Almas | Cularin System
Or'Fol Moric Draven Eterena

[ odd future ]​

Rocks pieced upward through the water.

Zak twisted in mid-air, plunging between a rocky outcrop, plunging instead safely into the ocean.

"Zak! Are you ok?"

A preternatural sensation prompted the boy to look off to the right, as a red lightsaber shot into the water just a meter away, its red blade shorting out as the weighted hilt started to plunge toward the bottom.

"Y-yeah," the boy uttered, bubbles trickling from out of his mouth as he spoke in a trembling, breathless voice.

His heartbeat was racing. The gills on his tendrils flaring open wide as he tried to gulp in oxygen as his body continued to try and process the adrenaline that had him gripped in the fight reaction.

As the realization that he was safe started to take hold, the boy felt exhaustion slam into him as the strength seemed to drain from out of his muscles at the same time that he was still breathless and winded. He felt as though he was on the verge of passing out.

"I'm... I'm not..." the boy offered weakly, coughing as he continued to try and gulp down oxygen and catch his breath. "...retreating. I'm just... ...advancing in a different... a different direction, Master."

It was an attempt at a joke.

The reality was, Zak had just nope'd out off a cliff. And killed someone.

Zak had just killed someone.

Panic and fear played at the boy's mind, as he grappled for a moment with the reality of what had just happened. This wasn't supposed to be a mission where they killed anybody, it was supposed to be a wildlife survey!

Curled into a fetal ball, Zak breathed through the panic attack, before straightening out and then swimming down to recover the lightsaber that had followed him down.

Master Or'Fol would probably want to look at that. Maybe it would tell them who or what they were dealing with?

Swimming along the bottom, the Nautolan peered around for a moment before he caught a glint of light reflecting from off the hilt. Reaching out, the Nautolan recoiled back the same moment his hand touched the lightsaber.

It was like touching anger. Malevolence. Wrath.

It wasn't a good feeling. Carefully this time, the boy picked up the lightsaber and then swam back up toward the surface of the water. As his head broke the surface, the Nautolan blinked as he stared up the cliff face. He could see Draven climbing up to the top.

"Are we sure we're on the right moon?" the Nautolan asked, coughing again as he cleared his gills and drew in a breath of air. It was always a little awkward making the transition from water to air.

"I don't recall Sith cultists being in the tourist brochure."

 

[Finley Dawson]

Objective 3

Shortly after the reversion of Directorate and Covenant ships, a squadron of gunships from the SJO Starfighter Corps appeared, coalescing with the greater formation now forming.

"Sunrise and Valious, Eagle Squadron checking in," Finley called out as he guided the lead gunship purely by thought. Thanks to radiotelepathy, the starship had become an extension of the cyborg's body. His physical senses had already been greatly enhanced by his ocular implants, but as his mind was meshed with the powerful long-range sensors of the vessel it seemed like his vision stretched on forever.

The mechanical enlightenment was offset by the dark ambience he now experienced in the Force as soon as he dropped into the system. Was this the influence of the wicked Animiasma lurking through space, or the wider imprint of the Darkstaff? The power of the latter was reportedly such that it was able to apparate the entire system at one point. Whatever the cause, goosebumps ran up the back of the Jedi's neck all the same.

"The Silver Shadows are requesting we capture the Animiasma intact for analysis purposes. Eagle Squadron is also carrying strike teams ready to deploy once we have a fix on the target vessel to help retrieve any victims."

The Shadows dispersed among the mixed teams of Rangers and Jedi riding in the gunboats were uniquely suited to deal with the supposed haunted ship from within.

Of course, there would need to be a path cleared for boarding. The defenses of the Animiasma - and even its precise location - remained an enigma to the incoming Silvers.

Gir Quee Mig Gred

 

[Jyoti Nooran]

Objective 2

As the Silver Jedi Order was in the process of rebuilding its ranks, it only felt fair that Jyoti returned from her extended hiatus to help out where she could. However, the Jedi Master wouldn't be simply content to dote on Padawan at the Rest, but jump right back into the deep end with field work. The Echani hated to admit it, but she did miss the thrill of action.

So with little hesitation, she had volunteered to help tame the threat of Cloud Mountain and the cultists that now called the place its home. As the dark fortress came into view, its grotesque twisted structure reminded her of angry red scabs piled upon the cragged mountain face. The fortress obscured the sight of the soul sucking Hand artifact, but she could clearly feel its tug well enough in the Force.

At least for the Jedi Master, it was just a gentle tug, like that of a fast stream. However, she had little doubt of its oppressive nature on those with a weaker constitution.

For this reason, the Shadow had been very specific with her own deployment of forces under her direct command. Only Jedi Shadows like herself, and Yinchori Dragoons of her homeworld of Kiribi. The former were specially trained to resist and exorcise such evil artifacts, while the latter were genetically predisposed to resist all forms of psionic influence, their very cells enveloped in protective Force-bubbles. Moreover, the Ynichori were extremely aggressive by nature verging on bloodlust, practically welcoming any fight the cultists may bring.

So far, the advance to the fortress had been quiet, but soon that was broken with the screech of titanic metal doors being forced open by Master Vanagor in the vanguard. Within the fortress, Jyoti could feel activity quickly rising like a swarm of angry bees. In the air and on the ground, Dragoons were quickly assembling in formation for the coming fight as the Jedi worked to stifle the power of the Hand Artifact.

Standing in the rear, Jyoti was flanked by a team of Shadows as the Echani was focused on several seeds quickly orbiting between her palms. In the Force, the seeds glittered like jewels as the light of Ashla was channeled into their cells by the second.

Right behind you, Master Vanagor, I'll be with you shortly...

If Catlin was to be their sword in this operation, then Jyoti would become their shield, carrying the Light right into the stronghold of their enemy.

However, it was always darkest before dawn. The Jedi interlopers were sure to cause the cultists to lash out with their vile army of battle masters, wicked spirits, and monsters.

No good deed went unpunished.

Caltin Vanagor

 

[Gir Quee]

Objective Three: Save Us
Allies: Mig Gred | Finley Dawson

Loci II-class Strike Frigate Sunrise's Light, edge of the Cularin System

With the GF-4 Stingers and the probes deployed to start searching, the admiral had moved with Commodore Perit and Captain Allet to the frigate's bridge. While the ship's crew had settled in to their stations, their guests found themselves standing at the narrow slit that serve as the bridge viewport, gazing into the vast black ocean of space in front of them. Occasionally, a distant flare up of twinkling light would break up the starfield - likely a rogue comet from the Cularin Comet Cloud that surrounded system - and draw the eyes of both of them. He found a certain serenity in that sight as he waited for the news. A comms signal echoed out even as he became aware of new ships moving through their formation.

"The Silver Shadows are requesting we capture the Animiasma intact for analysis purposes. Eagle Squadron is also carrying strike teams ready to deploy once we have a fix on the target vessel to help retrieve any victims."

The communication's officer looked to Quee, Allet, and Perit - the latter two both turned to Gir in deference. Gir nodded in acknowledgement, causing the comm's officer to report back to the cyborg jedi acknowledgement of the request. The admiral had expected that the jedi might show a bit more interest in actually capturing the vessel rather than the military man - it was their creed to rescue as many (or potential) innocents as they could, yet the admiral couldn't help but wonder if they were potentially going to bite off more than they could chew in such an endeavor. Allet's voice rose up from his command chair.

"One of the searchers has appeared to have found it."

"Let's go," said the admiral, "let's see what this rumor truly is..."

The ships of the Silver Jedi Concord fleet began to jump to Animiasma's location.


Fleet

Spoiler

Loci II-class Strike Frigate Sunrise's Light with Starlight Scutum module
Blue Wave
-2 squadrons of Zephyr-class Droid Fighters

 

[Mi'la Undari]

Restoring the Lost
​

Location: Cularin
Tags: Jesse Organa

Spoiler: Currently Equipped

Tython Sentinel Robes
Lightsabers x 2
Omi-Tool Arm (Right Arm)
Prosthetic Lekku
Numa Class Headdress

She felt the weaving behind her, a process she only slightly understood, but Mi'la remained fixed in place, still feeling at the rift within herself. Quiet and reflective on the moment, she could only ponder her place in all this. To sow healing, or only forestall destruction? It remained on her mind, knowing that according to all she knew, she was destined to become a world devouring monster. Sighing, she let her head drop, only to hear the words of Jesse behind her. The word 'wound' caught her, but desperate to not dwell on the topic, Mi'la tried to find another route in this talk. "Well, we best get to work then. Whatever happened here before, could very well happen again if we aren't careful." Wasn't that the truth?

She turned, moving towards Jesse, hands crossed before her. "I swear I saw you on that...weird dating app device. Am I mistaken?" She asked, pondering as to if her memory was faulty, or if she hadn't been the only jedi to attempt such an avenue to find friends.

 

[Jesse Organa]

Objective One: Restoring the Lost
Allies: Mi'la Undari

She looked at the woman and the question was there in the air... "Yes I used it... seemed like a fun way to try and meet new people but it didn't really work out. Now I just get to do this... travel around and help out where I can. The Church of the Force supports the jedi where they might not be able to go and the weavers well we help rebuild for the Jadeite Jedi that your grandmster founded. Engineers and artisans traveling around to jedi cities and locations rebuilding or constructing new places." She said it with a smile bringing her hand up to touch the walls... "But what happened here is old, if it came back we would be able to feel it which can be to our advantage... an early detection system maybe given how this world is attuned to the force."

 

[Caltin Vanagor]

“Nothing is more frightening than a fear you cannot name.” - Cornelia Funke



Objective 2 - Hand Artifact​

“Right behind you, Master Vanagor, I'll be with you shortly...”

Welcome words coming from another. Interesting though as up until recently, no one was able to communicate with him through the Force. Maybe it was just him becoming more relaxed or something along those lines, maybe he was becoming more in tune with his new strengths and abilities than he was before. Or maybe he just was not thinking about it. This was all well and good but would have to be something that Vanagor would have to look into at a more opportune time, he had work to do.

Slowing his approach so as not to pressure Master Nooran or anyone coming up from behind, the big man fell back on an old habit. When he was a Jedi Knight, Caltin was practically the posterboy for the “Guardian” path. Everything about a Guardian, from the blue lightsaber, to the saber skills focus, right down to the “kick the door open without checking to see if it was unlocked” mentality was his. It was a trial in itself at times, but one thing that it gave him was the will and way to scan an entire room and remember every detail. It was a great way to “recon.”

He was out of practice to be certain, but the massive Jedi Master could still affect entry into a situation, and this was going to be a tough one as a spirit was circling him.

“IIIII know youuuuuuu….”

Do I know you?

“Youuuu and your Jediiii friends immmprisonnned meeee”

Now zipping in and out around him, the spirit was reaching the walls almost with some level of purpose. Slowly the rock face began to crumble and, as if fighting for freedom, what looked to be some kind of armored warriors… by the tens… began climbing out.

“Theeey’re coming to killll youuuuuu.”

You don’t want to do this.

Immediately stepping to the defensive, the big man began locating all of the entry and exit points. There was the strong possibility that this would not only go south but to Mustafar in that, so there needed to be options. These warriors, no doubt the Battlemasters of old, were drawing their archaic, but no less deadly, weapons and that settled Caltin into a position where he could defend himself. A Hornet’s nest had been rattled. It was time to get out the hose.

Summoning the electrical energy coursing through him, the big man brought down a powerful bolt of lightning onto a small group of them… nothing…

Ah, Frell…

Time to do this the hard way. Pulling out “Vanguard” his emergency saber, and setting the length to “Pike,” Vanagor engaged the Sovereign Gold-Blue side of the two sided weapon, and then the White-Blue-Purple side and waited for them to get closer.

TAG: Jyoti Nooran / ANYONE ELSE WHO WISHES TO CONVERSE!

Spoiler: Personal effects

"Vanguard" (Secondary - Long Handle)

"CONSERVATOR" (Primary - Long Handle)
HK-88 Robes, Battle Armor,Toraynor-Henkan(mind crystal added) Advanced Jedi Utility Belt
Starship: Spectre, (Jedi Interceptor in the hangar, Dilorian, and Bike both in the cargo bay, the late Karki Eusith's Armor, Shield, Temple Guard Lightsaber mounted on the wall)
Sanctuary Island