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Michael, Gabriel, Azrael, Sariel, Raphael, Jeremiel,REEK
The green-gold canopy of Takodana’s ancient forests sways under the twilight breeze. The distant ruins of Maz Kanata’s old castle—long abandoned—cast jagged silhouettes over the lake like broken teeth. But peace is a memory here now. The once-tranquil forests and lakes of Takodana, now scarred by Sith occupation.
A low-silhouette
Raven Dropship, hull scorched from atmospheric burns, cuts silently across the treetops.
Three klicks to LZ Echo. Looks like we’re delivering chaos by hand again. No patrols on the grid. Either we’re ghosting this right or we’re walking into a trap.
Gabriel was busy tapping on a hologrid
Thermals show low activity. But I'm getting pings from buried relays—Sith’s laying down deep infrastructure. This isn’t just occupation. They’re planting roots. Gift-wrapped, flame-broiled, and data-corrupted.
Connel Vanagor—mask on, twin sabers on his back like crossed scythes—stands at the open drop ramp, the wind rushing past him.
If they’re planting roots, then we tear them out before they grow. The Sith are here for more than conquest. They’re building a future. Let’s make sure it’s short-lived.
Sariel loads specialized anti-electronic rounds into his long-barrel rifle, while Jeremiel checks medpacs and discreetly tucks away a locket with a child's photo.
The ramp opens. The sound of the wind and distant blaster fire creeps in.
They drop silently into the forest, vanishing like mist. They land near the Ruined Temple Sector, now turned into a Sith Command Outpost. Using stealth tactics, Omega Squad fan out like wraiths:
Azrael rigs a detonite-laced collapse under a repulsorlift power station.
Sariel provides overwatch, whispering through comms as his scope picks off Sith patrols without alerting the rest.
Gabriel slices into a Sith command terminal, uploading a virus to mislabel targets as high-priority assets to cause misdirected strikes from Sith reinforcements.
Raphael floods a nearby munitions depot with highly reactive chemicals.
Azrael sets explosive charges with a remote trigger as Sith technicians argue over calibration errors.
Gabriel uplinks and reprograms the energy surge to create a localized EMP.
Jeremiel discreetly patches up terrified civilians hidden in basement shelters, reassuring them that exfiltration is coming.
They leave each site in flames or confusion—explosions timed, surveillance wiped, communications jammed.
Cut to: A tower short-circuits and explodes. The sky over Takodana’s capital dims. Sith fighters veer off course mid-flight.
Target Two: Strategic Munitions Storage — Operation “Boomstick”
Raphael wades into the depot with an anti-matter sludge pack on his back. He whistles an old soldier’s tune while pouring it into a rack of detonator barrels.
Let’s make a statement, boys.
The blast creates a fireball visible for miles, toppling a comm tower.The explosion sends a shockwave through the depot, obliterating everything in its path. Raphael watches with a grim satisfaction as the flames rise higher, knowing that this act of defiance will not go unnoticed. The message is clear: they will not back down without a fight.
Jeremiel jumped out of the Reek, having found a bombed-out refugee tenement, inside he found a group of children and wounded civilians hiding beneath collapsed stonework. He worked calmly, wrapping burns and issuing sedatives.
A Young Girl limped closer to him, scared, but somehow still feeling safe whispered. "Are you Jedi?"
Jeremiel, handing her a ration bar, spoke softly
No, but I know one, and we’re both ones who believe you’ll see tomorrow.
He marks their location for evac and promises return. The girl salutes him.
Following captured Sith holomaps, Omega Squad discovers Field Zarran—an old mining strip converted into a Sith airfield. Three interceptors are warming up. A command skiff is prepping for launch.
We let those birds take off, they’ll scramble the whole sector.
Then they don’t take off.
Omega Squad moved through shallow marshes under cover of darkness, approaching rows of Sith Interceptors and one looming Command Skiff.
[Michael, cut comms in ten. Gabriel, spike their hangar grid. Azrael, light the fire.]
Azrael tunneled under fuel lines using compact burrow charges.
Sariel took overwatch on a rusted crane.
Gabriel created false IFF signals on enemy comms, causing pilots to scramble for the wrong ships.
Michael led a flanking maneuver with Raphael and Connel, each taking down Sith troopers with brutal precision.
Connel, caught a trooper’s blade on his combat shield, drove forward like a juggernaut—then spun and threw a lightknife, embedding it between the slats of the command skiff’s cockpit, frying controls. Azrael blew the fuel depot as the skiff began lift-off. The fireball cracked the treeline and roared skyward.
Sariel targeted pilots mid-run. One ship crashed into another as it veered, pilotless.
Connel, shortsaber raised, dashed straight into the skirmish, slicing through three Sith troopers and throwing a lightknife into the command crew’s security droid before it can sound the alert.
As the flames roar behind them and sirens scream across the valley, Omega Squad fades into the trees, leaving only destruction in their wake.
[Got movement—north ridge. They're coming.]
As the final ship explodes behind them, red-bladed figures emerge from the darkness beyond the ridge. Gabriel just smirking through the comms riding with Jeremiel in the
REEK [And that, gentlemen, is how you ruin a Sith airfield.]
At a hidden relay point overlooking the still-smoldering valley, Michael transmits:
To any Galactic Alliance elements receiving—Path is cleared through sectors Six through Nine. Civilian rally points marked. You are go for ground push.
We buy them time. We buy them hope. Keep moving. The Sith aren't done... and neither are we.
From the forest treeline, a dark-robed figure emerges, armor layered beneath his robes, eyes like boiling ink.
That’s not rank-and-file… that’s a hunter.
This is Darth Saliss, a Sith Interrogator and Force predator. Silent, calculating, and unnervingly calm. He locks eyes with Connel mid-retreat.
Darth Saliss (telepathically to Connel): "You’ve bled shadows into their light. But all shadows lead to me."
Omega Squad escaped using a pre-rigged jump-speeder, but Saliss watched without pursuing—he now knows their scent. Back at a forest relay hub, Michael finishes broadcasting encrypted coordinates to advancing Galactic Alliance units.
Sector’s burning, but it’s clear. Bring them home.
This was just the first act. The Sith want this world... let’s make sure they’ll choke on it.
If there was a camera, it would pan upward into the smoke-choked twilight as dropships descend in the distance, rallying to the now-cleared corridor.
Regular, [Comms], ~Through the Force~,
Thinking
