En Force, We Fight [Republic Remnant]

[Republic Storyteller]

The Battle for Phorskuh II

At Eadu they were attacked.

A lone Star Destroyer and three outdated Carrack cruisers assaulted a Republic diplomatic vessel that was sent to meet with the Sovereignty. Though summarily dispatched, the threat was far from over. Not long after this, two supply convoys were ambushed before arriving at the Republic world of Nadiem. Ships sent to explore the damage left behind determined that, based on debris, it was the work of a force of imperialists matching those who'd attacked them at Eadu. This discovery triggered Republic Intelligence to begin scouting nearby systems for a base of operations of the culprits.

They found it at Phorskuh II.

Knowing that these enemies cannot be left to fester or they will put a stranglehold on the Republic, the Senate has authorized use of Force in dealing with these foes. Fleet Admiral Tylane has called for the assemblage of military forces in deep space out of range of the planet. Leaders and other soldiers are assembling on the newly commissioned flagship, the RNV Reparate Hope. At the same time, she has dispatched a Breaker to the enemy planet carrying a contingent of Rangers for advanced recon.

Now is the time to act.

[member="Ever Dawnracer"] [member="Kolab Shansaash"]
[member="Adder Dawnracer"] [member="Alexander Sannes"]
[member="Jesse Organa"] [member="Jyoti Nooran"]
[member="Kaya Harfeld"] [member="Kian Karr"]
[member="Lokthra Dawning"] [member="Mark Crassis"]
[member="Matthew Calderon"] [member="Mereel Vaun"]
[member="Natsuki Xao"] [member="Orn Pharr"]
[member="Priscilla Utorna"] [member="Shoma Ike"]
[member="Thaaros Klopp"] [member="The Dark Man"]
[member="Tugoro Taidarious"] [member="Tylane of Isobe"]
[member="Tyra Solo"] [member="Zek Koth"]​

 

[Mereel Vaun]

Location: RNV Iviin'yc
Status: Standing by at Fleet Rendezvous Coordinates in the Phorskuh System

The Iviin'yc blipped into existence at the edge of the Phorskuh system. Apparently Phorskuh II was occupied by a hostile group that had been throwing lasers at Remnant supply vessels.

Mereel had his corvette pulled from her normal supply route to answer the call to arms. He knew that his ship would be absolutely osik in a fleet confrontation, but it could provide an extra target that happened to move incredibly fast - if only for an incredibly brief period of time.

Mereel sat in a chair on the bridge of the retrofitted CR90, and awaited the arrival of other Remnant vessels.


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[Natsuki Xao]

Starting Location - Onboard Pond Skater (XS-800), common room.​

Ending location - RNV flagship. ​

Not far behind a light freighter followed. With an inventory data pad haphazardly held in her hand, anyone who stumbled across Natsuki at this time would find the Pantoran in a drooled induced rest on one of the sofas. It wasn’t until she heard the friendly static from the AC pilot droid was she jostled up. Making a rather lovely snort as she wiped at her face, she gazed up at one of the nearby speakers.

“Miss Xao, we will be approaching the RNV soon. Preparing for docking.”

“Oh, are we already here?” she inquired to herself as she got up. Either way that question was going to be answered. She hastily made her way down the corridor to the storage lockers retrieving a few things she believed would suitable for the mission, which included a pack of cryoban grenades, talz spear, along with the data pad she already had in her possession.

Soon the docking was complete and she made her way to exit the craft to meet with other members of the Remnant. After learning about the ambush of the supply convoys, Natsuki decided to use her family’s freighter to bring any sort of much needed equipment to replace the lost ones.

 

[Thaaros Klopp]

Somewhere aboard the RNV Reparate Hope​

Since the ill-fated Diplomatic mission to establish relations with the group known as Sovereignty, things had been rather manic. A full-scale investigation had been launched into how and why the attack had happened but efforts had been pushed into overdrive after the subsequent attack on the Remnant’s supply convoy.

Captain Thaaros Klopp of the Republic Navy did not, strictly speaking, have a ‘position’. He did not have any discernible job title. Despite being a Captain, he did not command a ship or a squadron. He simply worked where ever he was needed and at the moment that meant on the RNV Reparate Hope. Thaaros had defected from the Imperial Navy around fifteen years ago and served the Republic loyally ever since but this did not mean he was not still treated with a degree of suspicion. He suspected that he had only been sent on the Diplomatic mission, aboard the Puddlejumper, to keep him out of the way. Though since the attack on that ship he had found a new lease of life, for the first time in years he felt as though he had something important to do. As he had actually witnessed the attack, it had been decided that Thaaros would aid in the investigation surrounding the events.

The final outcome of that investigation was to be announced shortly, as the Republics forces were gathering on the Reparate Hope. Thaaros had been on the ship for the past few days and had even been given his own quarters and an office, of sorts. He strongly suspected that this office had once been a maintenance closet and that he had only been given it so that he would not have to spend too much time with anyone else. Despite all this he was relatively contented because he was doing what he was best at; analysing, evaluating, deciphering and just generally sitting around looking at datapads and thinking about things.

It suddenly dawned on Thaaros that he had a meeting to attend, from what he could tell every other person within the Republic was also going to take part in that meeting one way or another. This was the meeting where the outcome of the investigation was to be announced but there was a problem. Thaaros had only been on the Reparate Hope for a few days and he had spent most of his time in either his quarters or in his office / closet or in a few other meeting rooms in the Command Section. A little while ago he had left his quarters whilst reading some information on his datapad and he now had no idea where he was or how he got there. He had definitely been walking for at least twenty minutes and he thought he had used the turbolift at least twice. Captain Klopp, an officer of almost thirty years’ experience, was lost onboard the ship he was serving on. Perhaps this was the real reason why he had not been given his own ship to command.

‘Where the hell am I?’ Thought Thaaros, looking up from his datapad. It was at this point he realised that he should just ask for directions but his years of experience had taught him one thing, ‘Keep your chin up, back straight and look as though you know what you are doing’. Without hesitation he turned on his heels and began marching back in the direction he had just come from.

“Watch where you are going!” Thaaros shouted at the two crew members he had just walked straight into.

“Sorry, sir.” One of them mumbled.

That was something else he had learned from years of experience as an officer, if there is someone of a lower rank than you around then blame them whenever you make a mistake.

 

[Kian Karr]

Aboard the RNV Reparate Hope

Kian Karr opened his eyes and glanced around the small room before him. It had been a long time since Kian had been aboard a military vessel let along a flagship to a fleet. Kian found the room to be comfortable and more than accommodating for what little comforts he needed. Kian had no official capacity on this trip. The Jedi no longer carried military rank, no longer carried political weight....they were just citizens. Kian didn't mind this. He had seen first hand the dangers of having Jedi, government, and the military too closely linked. Jedi were not soldiers....they were not meant to fight wars and history told of the dangers of treating them as such.

"Master Karr," Gnost Karr said stepping through the adjourning door the linked both Kian's and Gnost's rooms.

"Yes padawan." Kian said, his eyes turning to glance at the young Kel Dor stepping toward him. Gnost Karr was Kian's nephew and his newest padawan. Kian had been hesitant to take on a padawan who was related to him, but Gnost had been so eager to start his Jedi training and Kian's half-sister had put pressure on him to take on the young Kel Dor. Since that time, Kian was pleased with the decision. He was a remarkable padawan for one that was so young and his eagerness to learn was making Kian feel young again.

"We've arrived. Will I be accompanying you or did you want me to stay here?" Gnost said, trying to hide his excitement at the prospect of joining Kian at the meeting.

"You're coming along Gnost." Kian said smiling beneath the mask. "Get your things together."

Within a few minutes Kian and Gnost were heading towards their destination. Kian glanced down at the lightsaber bouncing on the young Jedi's waist as they walked. Kian was several years older than Gnost when he was first forced to kill. Kian had hoped Gnost would not have to get involved in combat yet. But Kian was unsure how long he could keep the young Jedi out of the fray.

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[Ever Dawnracer]

Breaker One, Phorskuh II

The disguised cargo vessel entered the Moff controlled system with little fanfare. It was registered, legitimately, to a cargo hauler service that carried foodstuffs because people always needed that. What it actually carried were Republic Rangers, who were being sent down to the world to scout it out in advance of the main Republic forces arrival. This was their job. This ship, though, it was their first time ever using it. That being the case, Ever, at least, was a little bit wary about this particular part of the operation. She knew what they were doing and why they had to do it, but this ship was new to her and the operation had a serious element of danger involved. Not the usual kind, but actual combat danger.

Of course the ship was hailed by the numerous battle craft in the system, but the droid pilot responded appropriately. They were just a cargo hauler carrying foodstuffs for the base. Republic intel had even done the difficult job of getting them registered so that they wouldn't appear out of place. That was no small task to have accomplished, but it was important. She'd be sure to thank them later for that.

A red light went off in her pod and she secured herself accordingly. Once she was settled in she powered on her helmet and sat her head back against the wall behind her. Outside, the ship piloted towards the atmosphere, and as it entered, a portion of the ship suddenly gave way and then the ship began to "break apart" around her. It wasn't breaking in an uncontrolled manner, however. No, this ship was designed to appear as a cargo hauler, but to actually be an infiltration vessel. The ship broke, surely enough, but it did so in a way that scattered its pods over a controlled area. Those pods, most of them, carried her Rangers. A few of them did actually carry food, too.

After the ship exploded, the enemy would seek to gather the parts, but they wouldn't be looking for the real purpose of the vessel until it was too late. Once her pod landed, she unstrapped herself and moved to the pod entrance, hiding the landing seat behind a false wall and climbing over pallets of food to open the hatch. She stuck her head out and looked around. Another pod wasn't far off so she climbed out and made her way towards it. The Rangers would regroup in pairs at a minimum to begin their scouting mission. But at leas they were down. Things were going well so far.

 

[Balaya Praelior Zambrano]

There was always something, as the black ships went dark through space the bridge was filled with people moving. The firebirds themselves were prfessional if a little different. Gone were the days of them just being a social club that sought to improve the positions of Imperials. Gone were the days within the Black Rose where they were lending support and training. They stood tall and in the partially armored uniforms. Sleek designs with the societies emblem, black reinforced duraplast that had been given small compartments for hidden sheaths for weapons. Blasters on their side and for most of them compacted shotgun flachettes that would tear into most flesh and blood beings.

Then there was the commander of the ship standing tall with straight hair down to her waist. Over her shoudlers, down her back and oiled to be blacker then normal. The admirals uniform was on her when she looked out upon a few of the other things. Giving them a regal if imposing sight to behold. Age lines were on her face and she looked older with a look on her face when her eyes were stern. To her left was someone from the diplomatic corps. Who was coming to meet this new group, to her right was a member of the order. Standing tall and looking imposing as she radiated menace. Mazaquine remained at the ready before speaking.

"Do you understand your purpose?" She said it and the two looked over at her, remaining clear on her intent as the one from the order spoke. She was considerably more wicked with the decorative mutilations on her head. Pins and needles that were thin but showed her dedication to the teachings of the order, pain was able to be transitioned over and she doubted anything could really hurt her now. Pale skin and blue eyes. She was a religious leader within the order who would be dangerous to most and had a level of charisma that few could really work on it. "Ah we do, while the diplomats talk with these republic types we are to meet with their jedi."

"Yes met their jedi, meet their soldiers, whatever. There is a value in seeing the Republic... hopefully one that can work in the long term for us here." She gave a small look though while all three stood at the ready and the othe rmembers of the order with their sabers on their hip, the carved bone of their armor and the tattoo's they had on their faces. It looked human, they all looked almost identical compared to some and the firebirds were staying there as the ship went to yellow alert and was on the edge of the system watching everything on their scanners. A method to observe and make the approach when the Republic was willing to talk with them.

 

[Zak Dymo]

Kory Sol-Syna​

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RNV Reparate Hope | Medical Bay​

Imperials.

Of course it was. Whenever a problem presented itself in the galaxy, the all-too-familiar face of fascism was apt to be close behind. If not helping it along. Or causing the problem to begin with.

To be honest, Kory wasn't certain which, specifically, was the case here. But neither did she concern herself overmuch with it. The people of the Republic struck her as kindred. Many of them reminded her of her second husband, with a passion of democracy and the fiery zeal of youth with which to try and bring it about. Like the Commonwealth had been, in better days now forgotten.

Plus, a handful reminded her of her first husband beside. And there was sure to be trouble following with those ones.

And, if she was honest with herself, Kory could use a little trouble. The last time she'd had any of that had been that little maneuver over Illodia. And that had been twenty years ago.

The matriarchal figure shuffled along. She didn't move quick, but she did move deliberately as she passed through the medical bay of the ship. If there was going to be trouble, they were going to have need of supplies. The last thing they needed was to run out of medkits. Force only knew, she knew that much. That had happened to her at...

...Tallaan? No, Dahrtag perhaps?

 

[JackMonroe]

"Permission to board RNV Reparate Hope please. I'm sending the Remnant authorization codes now." Brium Tallistor idled inside his small gunship. He responded as fast as he could to reported attacks on a Diplomatic vessel, his lightsaber floating behind him as it broke apart in the air and re-assembled. He tested the grip.

"That should fix the emitter delay. Hmph." He pressed the comm button. "So...may I land inside the hangar now?"

 

[Jaster Awaud]

Exiting Hyperspace near the RNV Reparate Hope, the beginnings of the Republic Army were dispatched by the Senate to assist with the destruction of the Imperial Presence. The Fleet consisted of a small escort group of Crusader-class corvette and 3 scavenged Xeta Infantry Transport from Jaster's Personal Fleet that he used to protect his Supply lines until the first of the troop transports were off the assembly line. This new army was personally trained by him and he currently had a Platoon of his Personally Trained Dominion Peace Keepers be signed over, as well as 2 platoons of Republic Conscripts that finished their first levels of training. Supplies as well as training were still needed until both the troopers were ready to be considered Republic Soldiers, but this would have to do for now. This would be their first battle fighting together, and he was to try and keep the Army of the New Republic together while the Senate approved his new Military Budget.

The Large Mandalorian Stood at the bridge of one of the transports, a female captain approached him, "General, we have reached the meeting point the Admiral told us to be, as well as receiving the Reparate Hope's signal, shall we respond sir."

The Military Officers were still green and didn't know how to do things without being told. He looked over to the captain with his steel bending red eyes that his helmet gave off. To many of the troopers he was a terror not to be trifled with, he wanted to stay that way. His mission was to assist Admiral [member="Tylane of Isobe"] as well as [member="Ever Dawnracer"] in dealing with the Imperial Presence. For the first combat mission of his Soldiers, he would be able to push through the Senate Bill to increase Military Spending and expand the Military. His current funds were kick started and since then he has donated Military weapons and Armor from his personal supply and company. This was way out of it. "Yes Captain, inform the Admiral that the Ground Units for the Assault have arrived."

This would be an interesting battle should he be able to land his troops on the ground successfully.

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[Aeth Deschart]

The time had come for battle.

While the others were beginning to gather in the conference suite, Tylane stood on the bridge, looking out over the modest fleet that had amassed to take on the Imperial forces that occupied Phorskuh II. She did not count them a true Empire, as they had no head of state such as her people did, but they retained the properties of the ancient group of old, and as such it was the easiest word to use when referencing them. She clasped her hands behind her back and watched the E90's flying on patrol around the fleet. This would be a tough battle, but as she figured it, they had the upper hand. Between the very vessel she stood on, and the handful of Cypress-class vessels that flanked it, not to mention the myriad of other ships, she was confident they could down several destroyers if necessary. Especially with artillery ships. Those would be fun.

"Admiral?"

The voice snapped her out of her reverie and she turned to regard the lieutenant in charge of scanners.

"What is it?"

"A force of corvettes just entered our space. They've brought troop transports."

"Probably, the General. Give him clearance. I'm heading to the meeting now."

"Yes, ma'am."

She turned and headed, stiffly, to the lift that would take her down several levels. Once it stopped, she exited and walked swiftly, a few attendants falling in with her as they moved. One of them adjusted her uniform for her as she moved, but she paid it no mind. It was barely even registered as she had a singular focus and that was giving the necessary directives to the people that would be leading the individual units responsible for making this operation successful. There were a lot of moving parts involved with the endeavor they were about to undertake and she had every intention of seeing to it that those parts moved the way that they should. No matter what the cost.

When she entered the room she looked at no one. She strode to the dais and activated the holo-map of the surrounding systems. After a few moments, she approached and pointed to the planet in question.

"This world is Phorskuh II. As far as we are aware, its airspace is occupied by three Imperial Mark-II Star Destroyers. Old, but effective. There are Carracks and Lancer's providing support. These people appear to be truly stuck in their heritage. Do not believe that this fact will make this fight easy. It won't. Their ships possess a substantial amount of firepower and any small mistake could cost countless lives. Pay attention to the status of your shield systems and relay them accordingly so that we can maneuver to keep the freshest ships at the front during the battle.

"The ground battle will be lead by General Jaster, the naval battle by myself. Report to your superiors accordingly. We will enter the system in approximately two standard hours at which point the Ranger teams that have been sent to infiltrate the planet will relay planetary information regarding defenses and target locations to the fleet. This will be distributed to the General and he will give assignments to ground forces based on this. We will enter the system on the planets dark side, opposite from the main fighting forces of these Imperialists, which will give us time to deploy our fighters as a screen while we move forward. I anticipate they will send fighters in for repartee while we maneuver.

"Once the Destroyers have set their course, I will send a subspace signal to our artillery frigates. They will jump in, prime, and fire two volleys. Successful hits will knock the Destroyers temporarily out of commission and we can advance on them. By the time their systems are back on line we should be hitting them with everything we have. The primary target is the destroyers but be wary of the others. Guns not aligned on the destroyers should pick on the smaller vessels as available."

She paused to take a breath.

"Now, some here are not suited for this mission but were asked to come all the same. The reason for this is that we have been made aware that these Imperialists are being funded by facilities on another world: Argyra IV. Those who cannot, or will not, participate in the military operation are being tasked with going there and discovering who is funneling funds to the Imperialists and shutting them down. Do remember this world was ravaged some time ago and is only getting back on its feet now. Delicacy is imperative."

The map clicked off and she took a step back.

"Any questions?"

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[Mereel Vaun]

Location: Onboard the RNV Iviin'yc
Objective: Awaiting orders from fleetcomm

Mereel had his boots kicked up on a console and a glass of tihaar held up to his lips when an unexpected blip showed up on the Iviin'yc's radar. Four more blips followed behind it.

He got up and inspected each of the radar contacts. All five contacts were capital ships, two of which were displaying model classifications of "Vencuyot-class", Mereel panicked, "Get our turbolaser gunners to target the closest ship that just exited hyperspace now! We've got Mand-"

The Vencuyot-class vessels were displaying Republic Remnant IFF tags. Fierfek. The Remnant either got really lucky in the ship naming convention game, or there's a Mandalorian shipwright working for the Republic.

"Cancel that order. They're friendly. Send out a hail and make sure our Remnant IFF tags are being displayed."

As he finished giving his order, Captain Tucker stepped onto the bridge, the older man was already talking to someone on an arm commlink. He guessed it was probably a Captain on one of the ships that had just exited hyperspace. "-formation and await for the arrival of the last ships in the fleet."

Captain Tucker ended the communication and looked at Mereel, "Vaun, I'm assuming you saw the 91st Expeditionary Fleet jump in."

Mereel arched an eyebrow at the Captain, "You're kriffing right I saw them jump in. "Vencuyot-class"?

The old man simply chuckled at Mereel's confusion, " My personal recommendation. It's your fault, always forgetting to speak basic around the crew.. Anyway, I have a feeling we'll both be seeing more of that lot in the future."

Tucker grinned, it wasn't something he did often, and Mereel found himself somewhat worried as a result, "Why? Why would we be seeing more of them?"


Mando'a in this post:

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Iviin'yc = fast, Vencuyot = future

The 91st Expeditionary Fleet:

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Corvettes:

Repentance-class Corvette: RNV Boot Salesman - Hull: 30/30 | Shields 100%
Repentance-class Corvette: RNV Crestfallen Wayfarer - Hull: 30/30 | Shields 100%
Repentance-class Corvette: RNV Angelic Pantomime - Hull: 30/30 | Shields 100%

Frigates:

Vencuyot-class Heavy Frigate: RNV Settler's Rock - Hull: 90/90 | Shields 100%
Vencuyot-class Heavy Frigate: RNV Agincourt - Hull: 90/90 | Shields 100%

 

[Nimeni]

RNV Reparate Hope | Medical Bay​

Reut had no idea what she was supposed to be doing. Nobody else seemed to know either. She suspected this was something of an oversight on someones part so she hadn't drawn attention to it, not wanting to get anyone in trouble. If she had been home, any of her huge extended family would have immediately seen an idle and available individual and put them to work. This did not seem to be the case here.

She had tried seeing if there was any basic janitorial work to be done, but that was apparently almost entirely relegated to droids, and although she'd offered to help them, they did not seem very intelligent, or perhaps they just didn't want to talk to her. This seemed possible, perhaps they were fed up with people taking them for granted and so were shunning their shunners in return.Once this thought had occured to her, she'd made a point of greeting any droid she saw and thanking them if they were preforming a task, much to the bemusement of basically any of the rest of the crew who witnessed it.

That off the list, she'd found the med bay, and helped there where she could, sterilizing, sorting and prepping. The first rule of medical bays anywhere was that while you prayed for no injuries, you always prepared for a disaster. Besides, med bays were always full of the sort of people who were happy to yell things to do at you.

A shuffling figure noted out of the corner of one of her eyes immediately caught Reuts attention. She knew that old woman! Sort of. Knew of? She'd been pointed out in passing by another Padawan as a Jedi Master. And also apparently crazy. But she'd apparently lived through two husbands! As far as Reut was concerned, outliving one mate was an amazing accomplishment, but to survive losing two? The Matriarch was entitled to be a little bit disconnected. Certainly it wasn't something Reut had ever heard of a Gran managing. Besides, she seemed to know what she was doing now.

"Matriarch! Pardon me, Jedi Matriarch! I am Padawan Reut, may I assist you Matriarch? I am very good at carrying things, and know some little medical aid, even some for humans!"

[member="Korynn Sol-Syna"]

 

[Kian Karr]

Aboard the RNV Reparate Hope
Conference Room

Kian listened as Admiral Tylane went over the basics of the mission. Kian could feel Gnost next to him fidgiting, the young Jedi still acclimating to this type of work since coming to the Jedi from Dorin. Kian reached out and placed his hand on the young Jedi's shoulder to calm him and nudged him telepathically.

Gnost, upon feeling the touch of Kian's mind to his own, quickly stilled and straightened up. Kian smiled beneath his mask. Whether deserving or not, Gnost, being Kian's 12 year old nephew, had develop a sort of hero worship of his new master and from his reaction to the sudden attention, he seemed concerned about appearing to not do his duty.

"We will be joining the ground forces....most likely." Kian said, "Unless ordered otherwise." Kian said and squeezed his nephews shoulder reassuringly. Kian was not thrilled with the prospect of introducing Gnost to combat yet, but he had little choice in it. The galaxy was at war after all. But Kian did not plan on having Gnost directly involved in any combat while down on the planet's surface.

Listening to the Admiral wrap up the gameplan, Kian couldn't help but smile beneath his mask. She was certain confident in the plan and that, Kian thought glancing around at those in the room, would inspire confidence in them. Kian was about to step forward to ask a question, when he stopped abruptly. For a moment the room seemed to go muted and Kian had a sense of nausea radiate through him. Releasing his grip on his padawan, Kian's hand dropped down toward his utility belt where his lightsaber hung but he did not pull it off the belt. Kian was feeling the all to familiar presence of the darkside.....but it wasn't here, but something about their planned attack was bringing on this sense. Kian realized that this may become more complicated than a simple military operation.

Glancing back at Gnost, the young Jedi did not seem concerned or to have noticed anything. Folding his hands behind his back, Kian pushed aside the thought for now, determined to check on it soon.

"We stand ready to assist in any way we can." Kian said, his voice deep despite the muffling of the mask. "The Jedi Order will continue to serve the Republic whenever possible." Kian said, this being the first official cooperative mission involving the Jedi and the military. With the restructuring of the Republic, the Jedi Order no longer held a political or military position within the Republic....a fact that suited Kian just fine!

"Are there specific orders you have for us?" Kian said glancing back toward his padawan. "Or should we report to [member="Jaster of Clan Awaud"] on the ground for our orders?" Kian inquired, unsure if there would be any specific that the Jedi should focus on. Usually Kian would simply do as he thought best in a situation with this if there were no explicit orders, but in this early stage of the relationship between the Jedi Order and the Republic Remnant, Kian was being diplomatic and attempting not to ruffle any feathers.

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[Avin Starfire]

Avin sat in the corner taking in the figures throughout the room, his new compatriots after finding the order and his previous issues with large scale jedi being resolved in talks with the masters of this order that had allied themselves with the Republic so of course when he was called forth to take part in the millitary operations on behalf of the order he maintained his allegiance and loyalty.

His robes were those of most Jedi causing a few head turns as he hid away from the front seats. Most of the people within the room were more traditional military and republic figures, not the type someone of his job description needed to be getting attention from especially before he reported into the Jedi Master across the room from him. Avin queried in his mind why the Kel Dor had decided a battlefield was a fitting place to bring his padawan learner, after all, Avin's own experience with battle had never exactly been a pleasant one. Alas, it was not his place to question those above him as for with all things there is always a purpose.

He watched as the Admiral stood and gave her briefing, her presentation was engaging and charismatic much to Avin's surprise he found himself watching the plan clearly a leader with more passion than the old bureaucrats he had taken orders from during his time with the core world militaries. Alas as Jedi Master [member="Kian Karr"] spoke up Avin shifted his focus to what role he would be playing the plan as it concerned the motives of the Jedi.

 

[Republic Storyteller]

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The craft that entered their space had surely been scanned, but the shielded pods showed nothing out of the ordinary. Grand Moff Wilman Tarkin, direct descendant of Grand Moff Tarkin of the Galactic Empire, stood on the bridge of his command destroyer Severance, and watched as the cargo vessel made its way towards the planet. Records did indicate that the vessel was due for delivery, and nothing appeared out of the ordinary. Their food supplies were solid enough, but they could always be better and he, for one, was grateful that the shipment was arriving. He could go for a good nerf steak sometime soon. It would really hit the spot.

When he was asked to give clearance to the vessel, he waved his hand at the ensign and turned away. From there on out it was only a formality as far as he was concerned. He only looked up again when someone gasped.

"What? What is it?" he asked before looking out the viewport. "Oh."

Outside the ship was breaking apart in the atmosphere. Streaks of red and orange arced through the sky as pieces of the vessel arced this way and that, falling towards the planet below. He grumbled at this and sat down in his seat. He hadn't seen a ship break up on entry like that in ages. Ultimately, he shook his head and leaned forward to rest it against his fingertips. After a few moments, he waved his hand at the communications guys.

"Send a message down to Alpha Base and tell them to send out search and rescue."

"Yes, sir."

"Whoever made that ship should be ashamed of themselves."

 

[Zak Dymo]

Kory Sol-Syna​

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RNV Reparate Hope | Medical Bay​

"Autotournaquet... bacta patch... do we have a medisensor?"

Kory was starting to assemble a medpac, though it seemed more as if the old woman were standing over a table just turning this way or that as she started to look for things... and then forgot what she was looking for.

They had a bottle of vodka.

Why was there a bottle of vodka in the medical bay?

...for that matter, why wasn't there more vodka anywhere? I mean, it wasn't the best, it was a bottle of Grey Gort. But, it wasn't Stolys so...

Well, she was fairly certain that she hadn't been looking for vodka when she'd made her way over here. But now that she was here, and now that it was here, she'd take it.

It was while returning to the table with the partially assembled medpac, vodka in hand, that the old coot was startled by the sudden appearance of a Gran. Who was probably wondering why she was holding a bottle of liquor. "It's for sterilzing things," the old Jedi quipped, and with a completely straight face to boot.

She might be old. She might be slow. But damn if her tongue wasn't quick.

...her mind, eh... that's what the vodka was for.

What was the Gran saying, again?

Oh, she wanted to be helpful. Well, wasn't that grand. Slipping the bottle of vodka into the medpac, the woman tossed in a handful of bacta patches, then flip the cover shut and passed the medpac over toward the padawan. "Well, I don't see any glue-stats, but let's hope we don't need 'em," Kory remarked candidly. A smile seemed to ghost across her features, as her eyes grew distant a moment. "I remember this one time, on Hjaff -- your parents probably weren't even born yet -- we were pinned down in a firefight with these Mandalorian Crusaders for four days. And we ran out of glue-stats after the first night! I was using maxi-pads and kolto."

There was a friendly wave of her hand as the woman chuckled with the memory. Tampons and kolto. The Jedi's secret weapon.

She came out of the reverie a little confused. Why had they been talking about Hjaff again? "What were we talking about?" the woman asked, though not actually to Reut. She was asking herself.

"Oh, matriarch... no, dear, my name is Kory," the woman offered, handing the medpac off to the Gran and starting to make her way toward the door that led out of the medical bay.

Did she know the plan? No.

Was she asking? No.

In ninety years, Kory had yet to see any plan survive first contact with the enemy. So, if it was all going to hell when they got there anyway, then knowing the plan didn't really help you all that much.

Get to the hangar bay. Board a drop ship. Stick with the land force. Don't get in the way.

This wasn't her first rodeo.

Out in the hall, the woman started to go left. Then seemed to doubt herself and started to go right instead. Then she just stopped.

"Dear, do you know which way to the hangar?" she asked, looking over at Reut.

[member="Inas Reut"]​

 

[Joshua Tucker]

Location: Onboard the RNV Iviin'yc
Objective: Awaiting orders from [member="Tylane of Isobe"]

Vaun's confusion widened his grin into a smile, "You're looking at the Admiral of the newly formed 'Republic 91st Expeditionary Fleet' ."

He let the words sink in for a second as he pondered their full weight. He had served alongside Vaun as the Captain of the Iviin'yc for a little over three years now, and even though the Iviin'yc was a severely outclassed vessel compared to any modern design, she had been able to get himself and Vaun through thick and thin.

He wasn't ready to give her up just yet, and the expression on Mereel's face portrayed that he wasn't eager to see him go yet either, "I've already transferred the flag to the Iviin'yc. Don't worry though, I can assure you that it's not because this is the best ship in the fleet."

Tucker walked over to the Captain's chair that Vaun had been sitting in. He saw the glass of tihaar sitting on the floor, but didn't say anything about it. Every crew member on the ship knew that the Iviin'yc's co-captain was something of an alcoholic. He looked over to the younger man, "Go get some rest or something to eat. I know you can command this vessel, but coordinating a fleet is another matter.

Vaun simply nodded, put on his helmet, and grabbed the glass of tihaar he had left on the floor. As the Mandalorian started walking off the bridge, Tucker honored their year old tradition of talking smack before missions, "Maybe I can tutor you on your course work if the Remnant ever establishes a naval college."

"That'll be the day - " Tucker sat down in the Captain's chair as the bridge door abruptly cut off Vaun's comment. "The briefing on the Reparate Hope should be wrapping up shortly. Comm, contact fleet command and request orders. While we're waiting, contact the other Captain's of the 91st and have them get into formation Alpha-1 around the Iviin'yc."

Through the main viewcreen, he watched as the three Repentance corvettes maneuvered themselves into a line nine hundred meters ahead of the Iviin'yc. The two Vencuyot frigates slowly lined up parallel in the eight hundred meter gap between the Iviin'yc and the corvettes now at the head of the formation.


91st Expeditionary Fleet:

Spoiler

Corvettes:


Repentance-class Corvette: RNV Boot Salesman - Hull: 100% | Shields 100%
Repentance-class Corvette: RNV Crestfallen Wayfarer - Hull: 100% | Shields 100%
Repentance-class Corvette: RNV Angelic Pantomime - Hull: 100% | Shields 100%


Frigates:


Vencuyot-class Heavy Frigate: RNV Settler's Rock - Hull: 100% | Shields 100%
Vencuyot-class Heavy Frigate: RNV Agincourt - Hull: 100% | Shields 100%

Command Ship:

Retrofitted CR90: RNV Iviin'yc - Hull: 100% | Shields 100%

 

[Nimeni]

RNV Reparate Hope | Medical Bay en route to Hangar​

"Also for if humans or near-Humans ingest anti-freeze!" Reut piped in 'helping' with why vodka might be needed. Apparently some humans with addiction problems would in fact drink the more commonly available anti-freeze and then present to medbays where the most cost efficient treatment was in fact a shot or two of vodka. Not that she expected many people to be drinking anti-freeze on the battlefield, but better safe than sorry!

The Gran took the medpac willingly enough, sidling backwards even as she nodded encouragingly during the older womans story to grab the requested Glue-Stats and shove some in the starting to get rather full bag. She wasn't sure what maxi-pads were, but she did know she didn't have any, so glue-stats it was!

"It is my honor to meet and assist you Ma- Kory." Reut executed a neat bow, only slightly hampered by the bulging pack. The Jedi Matriarch set off confidently, and so Reut followed along behind, perfectly happy to play pack-mule as she'd volunteered.

"Yes Kory, it is this way, allow me." Taking the lead was a little bit rude from one so much elder and higher ranked, but it was allowable when it was to assist, and so with a relatively small amount of bowing, the Gran scurried off towards the hangar, doing her best not to go too quickly or too slowly.

Apparently following cleaning bots around was good for something, she did know most of the common areas on the ship!

[member="Korynn Sol-Syna"]

 

[Jubei]

RNV Reparate Hope | Hangar

Its funny where one ends up in this adventure called life. One day, you are in a bar on some backwater planet and the next you find yourself aboard a new star ship heading straight for trouble. Fate, destiny or just a knack for it all.... Jubei could never tell but there was one thing for sure, his life was fluid and always interesting. Was the way with him, roaming the galaxy like a vagabond in the forever search of knowledge and higher learning of the force. Always testing his mettle to the challenges that the galaxy would put forth in his path.

Jubei leaned against the thick durasteel plated wall that canvas the hangar bay of this impressive ship. His large ruby red eyes watched the goings of the crew, the pilots and soldiers bustling about like ants in a single minded effort in preparedness for conflict. The Jedi Lepi always took the time to watch people. A favorite past time of his, and a soothing aspect to keep his calm was to keep his mind off what was to come and watch what is. Calm, a hard aspect for a sentient creature evolved from the high strung and fleeting mammal known as the rabbit. So it took effort, a challenge that Jubei accepted at every turn in his saga.

His large ears picked up on sounds of footsteps coming from the hallway closet to him. He could sense the familiar auras of two individuals he had only briefly met while clambering on this ship. He had only been at the Republic's Jedi Order for a mere few days and he was not in need of a healer at the time before signing on to this detail. He was not obligated to join, but he was a creature of honor and always earned his stay while on his galactic pilgrimage.

Jubei poked his head around the corner, his white furry face with the large buck teeth and two elongated ears were visible. "Hello there!" His voice was soft yet enhanced as it echoed down the hallway by the cramped acoustics. He was greeting the two women, a young gran and a elder human far into her venerable years. Healers they were and both his charges for this mission. It was his job to keep them safe while they worked on their patients.

[member="Inas Reut"] [member="Korynn Sol-Syna"]