Invasion Fade To Black | GE Invasion of GA Held Arkania, Champala, & Ord Lithone

[Solan Charr]

Forces in Space: POV Project Adam

Cruiser Strike Group Hilts

Infernus Class Heavy Cruiser - Star of Kesh
Damage 0%
Strike Craft Losses:
None​

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• 3 Squadrons of Fighters/Bombers (Standard 12 Fighters/Bombers per squadron, Standard Options below)
  • Apollo Class Interceptors x2 Squadrons​
  • Scurrg H-7 Bombers x1 Squadron
• 4 Squadron of Dropships/Gunships (Standard 4 Dropships/Gunships per Squadron, Standard Options below)
  • Umbra Class Dropships​
• 2 Squadrons of Drop pods/Boarding Pods (Standard 8 Drop Pods/Boarding Pods per Squadron, Standard Options Below)
  • Shard Class droppods​

Hellfire Missile Cruiser - Ruination of Dreypa
Damage0%

Hellfire Missile Cruiser - Uvak's Cry
Damage: 0%​

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Forces on Ground: POV Solan Charr/Ground Commander

Army Group Vaal
Losses: None

4x Infantry/Droid Battalions

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• 500 Eskrene Battle Droids (per Battalion)
• 300 Striker Class War Droids (per Battalion)
• 20 Hive All Terrain Transport Walker (Per Battalion)
• 100 Shadow Legionnaires (Per Battalion)

2x Armored Battalions

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• 100 Shadow Legionnaires (Per Battalion)
• 40 Jericho Tank Droids (Per Battalion)
• 4 Hive All Terrain Transport Walker (Per Battalion)

1x Heavy Artillery Battalion

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• 100 Shadow Legionnaires (Per Battalion)
• 60 Hyperion Heavy Artillery Droids (Per Battalion)
• 20 Screecher Class Missile Droids (Per Battalion)

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POV: Solan Charr

(Notable Characters for Reference, Makko Vyres Ko Vuto Skorvek Kyric Prowler II Tiberius Zaarin Thomas Barran Wymar )
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Solan remained sitting within the Forward Outpost, looking out over the frozen surface of the ground before them. His soldiers helping coordinate with him the various allies that were at his disposal and worked alongside him. There were several who he did not know well, and worked to avoid largely so that his presence did not cause them worry or distress. After all those like Makko Vyres and Ko Vuto would probably have issues with the tactics that Solan intended on employing on the field this day. The Jedi were never too happy to have him around, even when he stood beside those that he cherished closely like his friends Coci Heavenshield and Sochi.

But those thoughts were not going to save the battle today, and instead it would require them to all do everything they could to impede the Imperial Forces that thought themselves welcome on this planet.

Hell, welcome in the Core itself.

He intended on making it clear that was not going to happen and his thoughts moved to the actions of Dynamis "Dynas" Ultra and Skorvek with that in mind. Skorvek would be useful along with his warriors once the Imperials were closer, something that he intended on taking full advantage of, but Dynas was someone that he could utilize immediately. The smirk on his mouth as he realized what the Droid Jedi was doing would make Solan stand up with his hands crossing behind his back.

"Nida, Coordinate with Jedi Dynas." He would request of his Ground Commander, someone far closer to Dynas and able to hold her own should things take a turn for the worst. It would be difficult for him to coordinate everything and so he left the heavy armored elements and Artillery up to the woman who had served as his personal bodyguard for so long.

This command would be responded to soon after, him nodding to it and leaving Nida to do her work while he focused on the other information.

He would continue to watch the slow approach of the Imperial Walkers now, directing his Battalion Commanders and their sub leaders to organize the droid forces carefully. There was no need to give up the Trenches, or to organize a charge, if anything it would only serve to do worse for them considering the strengths of his droids. The Eshkrene and Striker Class models, which composed the majority of his infantry core were after all shielded and kept in safe positions so that the blaster heavy use of the Stormtroopers did as little damage as possible.

Out of the approaching forces, those AT-ATs were the main threat, something he continued to consider and for that reason he would make his next call, targetting the main column and Thomas Barran and Tiberius Zaarin witness a shift in the tactics so far used.

With the command given, First and Second Battalion would have their Hive ATTWs moved up a bit, the armored behemoths looking a bit more like the Clone Wars Era ATTE Walkers that some Imperials might even mistake them for. Especially when the hull mounted Turbolasers started firing, a shower of roughly forty blasts with each volley lobbed over the distance towards the enemy. These were not intended to be effectual, after all the distance for Turbolaser fire was still questionable and any accurate shots would be hard pressed to find purchase.

But what they did do is stir the snow up.

In combination with the earlier unguided missiles that had been launched in the direction of the Imperial forces, it would look as if the Alliance commanders were firing at their maximum range, with zero understanding of effective range or consideration for if their efforts would cause any damage. In truth, Solan simply wished to lure them closer, to give them confidence as he watched and allowed for the barrage to continue from the Walker's top mounted Turbolasers.

It was soon though that his suspicions were confirmed on Dynamis "Dynas" Ultra 's actions and what they were intended to do. As he felt the influence of the Jedi reaching out around him, as he felt the Droids starting to coordinate far more closely than even their programing should allow. As the distance fire from the Walkers were unusually accurate even for that distance, though they still lacked any real punch.

He knew the power well, it was a power he had dabbled into but never truly relied on. Instead he had always relied on the powers of the life and death offered by the Force. No Dynas seemed to be using something similar to Mecha Deru, something that Solan had always been curious about implementing to improve the effectiveness of his droids or to create almost sentient creations. It was a chance to see such a power in action and up close that Solan could not pass up as he smirked a bit more and looked to his side.

"2nd Infantry Battalion, organized a targetting solution for the two AT-ATs on the flanks of the enemy." He waited for the response while he stood there, continuing to watch while that was being done. It would likely take a minute to ensure the solutions were accurate, even with the aid from Dynas in this matter.

In the meantime, Solan would breath in, reaching out through the force, his hand grabbing at the presence of his enemies before him. They were out of range for him to be accurate with his abilities, but it did not mean what he had planned was not already being prepared as he drew the Force to him, as he played on the bloodlust of his enemies, the fear and worry of his allies, anything that gave him power as he soaked it in. Ko Vuto , Makko Vyres and perhaps even Gavin Restur would feel this first, the closest of those more closely connected to the Light. They would feel as Solan dragged to him the very suffering of the world beneath their feet.

And for Prowler II who slowly made his way down to the surface, or Meliant in the approaching AT-AT's the effort was unmistakable. Whatever was being prepared, it was dark and hungry, a devouring nothing that seemed was taking form. What seemed entirely inhuman, a force of hunger that had been brought from the other side, something that had cheated the Netherworld out of a soul as Solan's skin continued to pale and became cold to the touch.

His vision replaced by the force, his half Miralukan blood surrendering as he fell into the vortex of emotions that he gorged himself on.

"Second Battalion is ready for firing." The voice of the Battalion commander coming over and Solan breathing out at that.

"Fire all batteries at the targets, two Missiles each." That was the only command he gave, and without pause it happened.

Forty Missiles would be loosed, but unlike before these were not unguided and low yield high explosive rockets. Instead the Missiles fired would be from the Hive Walkers at the front, Second Battalion's supply unleashing a short but loud barrage as the walkers fired. The Missiles would scream across the sky, arcing high above before finally falling down onto the targets.

The AT-ATs in question that had been targetted would be on either flank of Tiberius Zaarin 's forces. He would receive notification of another barrage, but rather than spread out to cause distruption, the missiles were focused on the AT-ATs. There was still significant room for error on the targetting, after all they lacked the sky presence to coordinate the strikes at the moment, but the powers of Dynas offset this issue. And as the AT-AT's slow, lumbering forms continued forward, the Missiles would come down.

Out of the Forty, it would be hard to guess how many struck, after all the Imperials might have a trick up their sleeve. But any that did strike would slam down onto the thick metal of the AT-AT's. Guided Concussion Missiles hitting from the top down, seeking any purchase and seeking to snuff out the lives of the crew inside in an instant if they did break through. Solan did not wish to unleash a further salvo, not yet as it would be hard to ensure that the effort had done any damage and they still had other options to deal with the heavy armor should the missiles prove to be ineffectual.

All while Solan waited for that confirmation though, he would settle in, continuing to reach out across the Arkanian Valley. He was inviting the minds of Wymar and Meliant to feel him, welcoming them to feel his own darker presence standing against them. It felt good to be able to kill Sith once more, and he looked forward to torturing any he got his hands on. While the Alliance may frown on it, his home in the Unknown Reaches of space would prove to be a particularly useful place should he acquire one of the Sith on the field of battle.

But he kept those thoughts to himself, choosing instead to reach down and activate a system wide message, for any who found themselves in the Valley, or the Temple itself.

"Unjust Criminals who seek dominion over this world, my name is Solan Charr, Commander of the Galactic Alliance Defense Forces on Arkania. Surrender now, spare your people's lives, and I am certain the Galactic Alliance will forgive you for your transgressions, atleast, the soldiers who serve under you. If you persist, and do not surrender, your Star Destroyers above will be torn from the skies, your forces trapped on this planet, and systematically culled as you have done so to so many innocents before. Those who were used as human shields on Coruscant, or died in your take over of the Core will have their vengeance." He cut off the comm there, and waited patiently for the response, if any.

And should the Imperials still think themselves capable of prosecuting this war, they will find that a nation does not grow as large or strong as the Galactic Alliance by chance. They had won their early victory in the Deep Core through surprise, but there was no surprise to be held now and soon his reinforcements would arrive to prove that point.

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POV: Nida Vaal - Ground Commander

(Individuals important for this portion: Dynamis "Dynas" Ultra CT-312 )
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Nida looked on at the scene before her, waiting for the next command to come from the front while the Armored and Artillery Battalions remained in reserve around the Shield Generator and deeper series of trenches. It was here that she had been stationed to provide greater battlefield awareness as well as to coordinate with Project Adam in the skies above while he waited for their Reinforcements to trickle in. It was during this period that Solan's command reached her personal console and she nodded towards her second in command.

They would take over command of the force's actions for the time being while she retrieved her personal datapad as well as the saber that had been resting nearby. She would take with her a squad of Shadow Legionnaires as a guard and started to move out into the trenches. It didn't take long to find the droid, and a Galactic Alliance soldier she did not recognize as she gave CT-312 a quick look over before nodding to them. It was interesting to see someone like them this far back, expecting the Galactic Alliance's soldiers to be more interested on the front where they could kill as many of the Empire's forces as possible.

But there did need to be some semblance of a command structure, so she left that to be what it was. Instead Nida would walk over to the Jedi Iron Knight, looking to them for a moment before looking out over the field.

"My Lord has commanded that I coordinate with you, Jedi Dynas. I will coordinate the instructions filtered from him to you, so that you can focus your effots on improving the forces that most need your aid. It is better to utilize your abilities like a scalpal rather than to use them in a manner that is more akin to ramming a star destroyer into a planet." She would suggest, offering her thoughts on how much energy Dynas might waste offering his power to droids not yet needed to make greater impact.

"Comm chatter from the Battalion Commanders suggest the First and Second Infantry will be utilizing their walkers soon to launch an assault on the Imperial Walkers. If you could provide your focus on those Battalions from here, that would be appreciated, if not then we will find a more efficient way to use you." Dynas would notice the woman did not look away from her datapad, CT as well noticing that her left arm remained crossed behind her back while the right held the datapad up for her to review as information came through.

"In one hundred and twenty seconds, the Imperial walkers will be in maximum effective range, at which point the Battalions will start with a long range barrage to disrupt their visual sensors and the use of lighter armor or foot troops. The AT-ATs should be given a sense of safety though due to this period being ineffectual to them at that range, at which point a Missile Barrage will be released. I can provide you direct coordinates if your Droid Chasis is capable of interlinking with my Datapad." She would look over only now, staring at the Droid body of Dynas in the eyes, waiting for his confirmation.

"You, Soldier, whats your designation or name. I am admittedly unfamiliar with how the greater forces of the Galactic Alliance organize their command structure as my Lord only ordered our presence here in the last few weeks after the Imperial's movements were tracked by the Sensor Networks they had made no effort to commendeer and change before pushing forward with this campaign here." She looked over at CT-312 , waiting for their answer before refocusing and allowing Dynas and CT to do as they wished from there on until something that needed her attention happened.

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POV: Project Adam - Cruiser Battlegroup Commander

(Individuals of note for this portion - Ailuros ADM. Reshmar Remus Adair [when you join up] Cressida Tolliver )
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Adam continued to watch the Star Destroyers on his monitor, waiting patiently as there was little he could do with his cruisers until atleast a portion of his reinforcements arrived in system. His time spent reviewing the data that his ships had been able to collect on the enemies in the meantime. He was curious if they would even bother with attempting to stop the Cruisers from evacuating forces should it come to that part and battle not be joined yet. It was a chance, one that he had considered and was running the numbers on the probability of it happening before the notification of a ship entering the system caught his attention.

The ship that arrived was the Reef One, the force he had been expecting for the purposes of their plan that would ensure the Imperials remained trapped on the planet. Interdiction after all could be a troublesome thing and he would smile while he waved his hand. The Naval Officers on board quickly reached out to the Reef One, getting the ship's notice and letting it know that the Cruiser Group nearby was friendly.

Soon enough a active connection would be made with the ship, and ADM. Reshmar would find himself looking at the Holographic form of Project Adam who would give a quick bow of his head towards the Mon Calamari Admiral.

"Admiral Reshmar, my creator apologizes for your needing to come out of retirement because of recent events. I hope that you will accept his request for forgiveness, both for your being here today and the unfortunate events at Mimban quite a few years ago." The reference of the last time Solan Charr and Reshmar had met, the battlefield in which Solan had been against the Mon Calamari Admiral as his enemy. Time changed all it seemed and now the two were once mroe on the same side rather than enemies again.

"Imperial forces remain stationed at the edge of our engagement range, ensuring that battle is not joined too quickly and without your support. That said, I am not often used in this regard by my creator, and I would appreciate your consensus on our actions going forward. Use of your Interdiction Field would at the least achieve our goals of forcing a confrontation, be it on our terms or not. I have already begun transfering an update to Fondor Command, that way, they are aware of your arrival and that the Operation can begin." He would be referencing the plan that had been organized in response to the shaken command structure and uncertain future for the GADF.

The forces of the GADF still needed to fully reorganized, but this was the start as the elements scattered about the Alliance could start coordinating again. Chief of all was the 10th Sector Armada. A Force that had been stationed in the Eastern Worlds of the Alliance due to it being made up of Hapan Ships and those of the Chiss in addition to Alliance created vessels. This Armada was the one Solan had been slowly regaining control of in the last few days, but only a few ships had actually been able to be organized, the most important of which was on the way now to Arkania.

"I am aware of the Interdiction field's restraints in terms of further allies, please confirm that the Mon Mothma is capable of piercing through the Interdiction Field should it arrive while the Field is still active." The AI waited, needing confirmation that the information it had been given was correct so that the information could be coordinated to Fondor Command.

"Additionally, once your EWAR systems are active, will that remove our ability to communicate with Fondor Command. If so, I will ensure the final message includes this fact." He was unfamiliar with the power of the Reef One's EWAR suite, knowing it was capable but to what degree was uncertain.

For now, he waited for that information, looking to his left and commanding that Ailuros fall back and defend the Reef One, it being considered the most important ship at this point in the system for the Alliance Forces. Should the Jedi need further, she would be cautioned to remain on high alert. It was likely that they would need to deal with imperial strike craft soon enough given the situation before them.

That said, his hand would additionally move, notifying Ground Command that the Squadron of Interceptors had been dispatched down to the surface. It wasn't much for now, but it would suppliment things down below until the Cruiser Group could properly support the efforts on the ground.

 

[Keilara Kala'myr]

Information and Tags

Special Agent, One of the leaders of the Nite, Tribal Matriarch of the Scar Hounds Tribe ​

"Galactic Basic" | ~ Telepathic communication ~ | << comm. channel >>
Keilara Kala'myr | Mercy | Ziare Dyarron | Freedom​

Objective: Steal secret data
Location: The Baktoid Armor Workshops, Ord Lithone
Equipment: FS-18-UP2 Assault Rifle | 2x Sunfury Pistol | Light Armour | Viper Mk. I Skinsuit | 2x Vibrodagger | 2x Riftblades | Promise of Freedom | Ring of Wishes and Dreams || Cloaking Device | 5x ASBF Probe Droid || OPBC-01m
Allies: Zuv Ralen | Ines Pen-Ar-Lan | Da'Razel | Open
Enemies: Caelan Valoren | Ronhar Tane | Open
Important: Thomas Barran (comm. channel communication) | Closed

I chuckled inwardly, partly bitterly, at what Tommy replied to her words. If it were that easy, and if that was all there was to fear, then the Emperor would have been dead a long time ago, and not still in the planning stages. Sure, maybe I could open a rift just right to get behind him, into his halls when he was alone, but I wasn’t a Force User; this didn’t come so easily to me. I knew how to travel between Realspace and the Netherworld, but that was it. In cases like this, I would have been glad to have Freedom still with me. He surely would have handled it with ease.

<< Don’t worry, this is just a long-term plan, and I won’t do anything stupid. I won’t put you or your family in danger. >> I replied to him over the comm channel.

I promised him that, knowing how important family was to Tommy. Although, for that very reason, it wasn’t entirely true; I was putting myself in danger one way or another. But I didn’t care; if I died, I would just be going home to my husband anyway, only as a spirit rather than living. I’d lived in the Netherworld long enough to know that not much would change for me and that I had no reason to fear death. The only real drawback would be that I couldn’t really come back among the living. But for my work, that wasn’t necessary, and if Solipsis was dead, it wouldn’t matter anymore.

As I moved deeper and deeper into the complex, I had to avoid enemy forces as well. That was when I received a message from another female agent. Did I hear that right? Did she actually say Jedi?

<< This is Mercy, Agent Pen-Ar-Lan, please confirm that I heard you correctly — did you say Jedi? Over. >> I asked the female agent in return.

If that was true… What were the Jedi even doing here? One thing was certain; it meant that the complex could indeed be important and that something significant might be here. Otherwise, why else would a Jedi be in this place? I’d been in the field long enough to know that it didn’t necessarily mean the place was truly important; it could just as easily be a diversion. I couldn’t trust ISB agents; the only intelligence I trusted was the information I gathered or verified myself. So the game here was still a two-sided one.

In the meantime, MANIAC sent me the factory’s blueprint, and I had my first target location. Hopefully, no one and nothing was there. If there was, I would have to kill them; which, of course, left evidence that someone had already been here. Even invisible, I could still be noticed, especially if I stayed in the same room as someone for too long. Times like this, I missed having Freedom around... invisibility in the Force was always more perfect than any technological equivalent.

<< Tommy, imagine this... there’s even a Jedi here, so it really looks like there’s something worth finding… Honestly, I’d rather bomb this place into nothing, just to sabotage the Empire’s plans and kill the Alliance’s people too… >> I growled into the message to my adopted brother.

I used the staircase and reached the floor MANIAC had sent me to first. The door was open, and there wasn’t much power on this level. I hoped the terminals would still have some power. My biochip detected no movement in the corridor, so I carefully peeked out; bodies lay on the ground; I think from both sides. I stepped out into the corridor and started toward the room that was my primary target

 

[Braze]

Tags: Jacen Breska Koda Fett
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Braze had him in his sights when Fett lingered by the speeder, then the bounty hunter dropped, seemingly vanishing into open air.
No time to guess where he was running, but that didn't matter.

Braze's thumb flicked the revolving crystal chamber moving it one subtle click, locking the cool-blue Entropite in place. The weapon's hum dropped to that low, glacial thrum, offering his quarry a promise of nap time, over straight slaughter.

Braze drew a steady breath, letting the Force settle over his aim, and pulled the trigger. The shot leapt free, a ripple of cold energy meant to cut the run short before Fett could break away. Below, the droids locked onto their target and moved in, their paths converging as Braze pushed off in pursuit, the Force driving each stride to keep him tight on the bounty hunter's heels.

Thankfully, his rifle was tuned for city-street range rather than ship-to-ship combat, sparing the ears from a deafening report. Even so, the shot blazed bright, a bolt not unlike the gleaming blade of a lightsaber.

"Keep him busy, Jacen. I'm on his six-don't let him find his wings."

His boots bit into the rooftop with unshakable grip, carrying him over scattered crates, cables, and duracrete ridges as if they weren't there at all. A flicker of the Force's will and the shock-boost in his heels kicked, snapping him forward in a burst that devoured the gap between them.

He hit the roof's edge without breaking stride, boots magnetizing just enough for a controlled launch into the open air. The city blurred below as he dropped, twisting mid-fall to spot Fett through the maze of speeders and startled pedestrians. The shock-boost flared again just before impact, bleeding off the drop and turning it into a seamless roll that spat him back onto his feet at street level. He popped up and loosed three more shots at his target.

The Spear III's sudden surge and hairpin drop might've shaken a lesser hunter off its trail, but the Snare Bearer wasn't some back-alley gunship. At nearly three hundred meters from nose to stern, it dwarfed the Firespray like a city hauler looming over a street bike.

It was a valiant effort, but the Sarlacc was built to take ships whole. The Sarlacc was also considerably larger than the size of the Spear III, its heavy ion cannons poured arcs into her hull until the thrusters sputtered again. Tractor beams snapped back on, locking like the jaws of a krayt dragon. Inside, the Phoenix Crew worked the job with precision. Fett could run if he wanted, but the Spear III wasn't going anywhere with him. From the outside, it looked less like a battle and more like a repo job on a high-priced yacht, the smaller vessel dragged off by a predator built for the task.

Once the Sarlacc had the Spear III locked tight in its tractor beams, it banked upward, engines flaring as it hauled its prize clear of the spaceport. The smaller vessel swung helplessly in its grip, trailing sparks where disconnected wires and hoses tore free. Dock workers and bystanders scattered, shielding their eyes from the glare of the ion archs still dancing over the yacht's hull.

The frigate climbed hard, dragging the Spear III along like a hooked fish, breaking through Fondor's upper atmosphere in under a minute. Clouds ripped past in streaks before giving way to the black curve of space. With the planet shrinking below, the Snare Bearer adjusted course, vectoring toward a quiet patch of outer orbit where the Phoenix Crew could work without interruption. The whole maneuver had the clean, practiced efficiency of a crew who'd done this kind of "recovery" more than once, swift and surgical.

Target: Koda Fett
Bounty Link: Koda Fett Bounty
License: Braze's Bounty Hunter License

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[Flannigan Tagge]

Objective I: Fire & Ice
The Imperial Curator vol. 1
Issue #2: Battle for Arkania w/ Cato Panaka ​

Spoiler: Personal Equipment for Engagement

Service Special Small Pistol
ZV2 Compact Pistol
IG-88 Emergency Energy Shield
ZV1-3C Modular Gauntlet Vambraces

Flannigan, still splayed gracelessly on the icy floor, looked up at Cato Panaka extended hand with a mix of gratitude and disdain. "It's a wonder you made it at all, Officer Panaka," he muttered, waving the hand away and scrambling to his feet on his own. He was a man who preferred to maintain appearances, even in moments of undignified chaos. Brushing snow from his coat, he gave a crisp, disapproving look at the staggering Rodian.

"A blaster bolt? How terribly uncivilized," Flannigan said, his voice a cool, condescending whisper that cut through the high-pitched drone of the sonic emitters. "Do you shoot a data-tome when you find it, or do you attempt to read it? This creature, this... Jedi, is a living artifact. He knows something. He is not to be disposed of so thoughtlessly."

He strode past Cato and his team, his movements regaining their detached, purposeful cadence. The Rodian was still convulsing, its lightsaber flickering and dimming in its hand, a helpless beacon in the cacophony. "Increase the intensity on the emitters," Flannigan commanded his Twi'lek agent, who immediately complied. The sound disoriented the Jedi until they were forced into unconsciousness on the icy floor.

"I want him secured, but delicately," Flannigan announced, his gaze sweeping over the Rodian with the predatory curiosity of an interrogator. "He is an essential source of information regarding the Veeshas Tuwan. The New Jedi Order would not have sent him here if we were drilling into an empty ice sheet.."
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[Jin Taeyang]

| Location | Hirata Estate, Atrisia​

| Objective | Have Pak figure out what the hell is going on- and nurse this hangover​

| Tags | Open ​

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Jin caught it early- the subtle shift in Pak's stance, the tension stringing through him, the way his hand closed hard enough to whiten the knuckles. The Senator's voice was still echoing in the room when Jin slid a half-step closer, arms loosening from their fold. His shoulder pressed into Pak's in a way that looked casual to anyone watching, but carried just enough weight to say I've got you. A palm settled briefly against the back of his partner's forearm- steady, warm- before retreating back into his jacket pocket as if nothing had happened.​

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They stood near the back, shadows against the wall, while the figures in the center traded their thoughts. Jin didn't know any of them well- not their names, not their ranks- but he knew how to read a room. The one with the steady, deliberate tone? That was authority tempered by care. The clipped one who spoke like their words were sharpened before being loosed? Pragmatic, maybe cynical, but they'd fight. Another voice carried the raw heat of someone still new enough to believe their own hands could shift the tide. And then there was the one whose cadence carried old proverbs, a measured warning beneath it, the kind of talk you heard from people who'd been burned before.​

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He leaned back into the wall, posture easy, head tipped just slightly like a man drifting on the edge of boredom- but his ear caught every rise and fall. They circled around duty, cost, strategy, and the pattern was already clear: they were going. The only real choice left was whether men like him and Pak let themselves get swept into that current.​

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Jin's gaze flicked sideways, catching the tightness still in Pak's jaw. He gave a small, quick tap of his fingers against his partner's arm- not enough to break the moment for anyone else, but enough to pull him back from wherever the memories had dragged him.​

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Thing was, Jin had no love for the Alliance. Not after what had happened before. But stripped of banners and politics, this was still about people- people cornered and desperate, people who'd be ground under if no one stepped in. He could tell himself it wasn't their fight, that it wasn't worth the risk. But deep down, he already knew what the answer would be. It always was.​

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So he listened. Because when the moment came, and Pak looked to him for a call, Jin wanted to know exactly what kind of storm they'd be walking into.​

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He shifted his weight just enough that his arm brushed Pak's again, a motion small enough to get lost in the crowd's shifting bodies. His voice came low, meant for one set of ears only.​

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"Whole lotta noise for people who haven't decided how they want to die yet," he murmured, eyes still forward. A beat passed, and the corner of his mouth tilted, wry. "Course, some of 'em sound like they actually believe they can win. That's something."​

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Another voice carried from the circle- sharp with conviction- and Jin's gaze flicked toward it before returning to the floor between his boots. "Not our fight," he said, as if trying the words on for size. He let them hang there for a moment, then followed with, "But you and I both know how it feels to call for help and get nothing back."​

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He didn't press as he usually did when he knew Pak would say "no". Just let the thought sit there between them, quiet as the space between heartbeats, while the Jedi talked themselves toward war.​

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Pak Jaehyun | Henna Ashina | Jannik Morlandt | Kylass Starhaven | Corr | Inosuke Ashina​

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[Corazona von Ascania]

Tag: Voldran Molf | Closed
Location: Veeshas Tuwan
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Silence no longer prevailed over the temple. It wouldn't have lasted long, anyway - not with the Empire and Alliance warring above them. Ice and snow might've muffled the din of artillery fire, but the walls of the great Sith library occasionally shuddered with the impact of ordnance.

The sound of steady footfalls had Cora pausing as the precipice of the chamber. Eerily familiar, in the sort of way that made her stomach curl. She held still, unmoving, kept her breath silent as they passed by.

A flash of something recognizable in the Force - akin to catching the scent of someone's perfume - struck her before it receded into the background.

The noise of boots against stone grew distant. When they turned a corner, Cora slipped into the passage. She let her presence disperse into the Force, weaving into the threads of Light and Dark that now coursed through the temple.

Slowly, carefully, she followed Voldran.

The Force didn't make mistakes. One inkling was all that it took for her to be relatively confident that the young man who'd bared his chained soul to her on Coruscant was here, on Arkania.

Eventually, she'd come upon a bright flare in the distance. In his armor, Voldran cast a sharp silhouette in the glare of the droid's light. An intimating shadow that betrayed the fear and despair she'd felt emanating from him when their blades first made contact.

Keeping her distance for now, she continue to follow at cautious pace.

 

[Jacen Breska]

BOUNTY: KODA FETT
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WEARING:: Halcyon Armour | Contact Lenses | Wrist Mounted APG | Ancile Shield |
EQUIPMENT: MAIN WEAPONRY: VW-864 Maser Rifle | DC-902d | Sunshot Pistol | Shiva Knife |
ADDITIONAL EQUIPMENT: 3x Ion Grenades | 3x Kushute Grenades | 2x Stunner Grenade | Valiant Red Injector: x4 Spares | Taozin Amulet
LOCATION: :: ::
TAG: Braze | Feridade Parthi
Target: Koda Fett
Bounty Link: Koda Fett Bounty
License: Jacen Breska's Bounty License

He was doing nothing. Absolutely nothing. The kind of nothing where you start counting the scratches on the dashboard. What a mission this was turning out to be, Jacen thought. Then, something caught Koda's attention. It wasn't enough to get Jacen to sit up in his chair. He wished he could just take the Mando down now. He had him dead to rights.

Then, in a blink of an eye, Koda turned and leapt over the railing.
"HOLY WHAT?!" He shouted, watching as Koda Fett fell down into a freefall.

Jacen slammed upright so fast his harness bit into his collarbone, the ship's repulsors humming as his fingers flicked switches in a blur. He engaged the ships thrusters and followed Koda Fett's falling form, decloaking the ship as he locked on the signature of Koda's Beskar Armor.

"Keep him busy?!" He yelled into the comms, "Oh god. Alright. Okay. Yeah. No problem."

"He's really fast and he's very small." Jacen said, shifting the ship in the air as he descended and repositioned the ship behind his quarry, engaging the ship's Magnetic Grapple and firing it down at him. The grapple blasted free from it's casing with a metal scream, it's cable whipping after it like a striking serpent as it flew through the air towards Koda Fett's center of mass, "But let's see him get away from this."


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[Pak Jaehyun]

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| Location | Hirata Estate, Atrisia​

| Objective | Figure out what's going on​

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Pak held his heated and silent reservations as the Jedi in the room all spoke of agreeing to answer the call to aid the Alliance, a vestigial remnant of his ex-soldier mentality. The light bump from Jin was enough to snap Pak out of his torrential thoughts as he muttered quietly to his companion, voice low so that only Jin could hear him.​

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"Why should we be helping them? They never helped us. All they care about is their politics and speeches, when have they ever actually done anything?" He said quietly, teeth gritting in annoyance. He wanted to be loud and tell the Jedi that they should let the Alliance get taken down, that it wasn't their problem to be helping a bunch of politicians all looking out to save their own skins after realizing they had dug themselves into a ditch with their ignorance.​

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His thoughts once again were interrupted as Jin started speaking. His gaze shifted away from the Jedi as he looked over his shoulder at Jin as they were leaned against the wall. It wasn't their fight he agreed, but Jin had always been the more emotionally responsible one between the two, and when apathy and anger took over his mind, Jin was always the one to reel it back in. Pak sighed as he muttered quietly, "You're right... Just a bunch of unlucky mudscuffers also in the same pile of bantha poodoo as we were."​

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He rolled his eyes as he drew in a sharp breath, "If we get ditched by the Alliance again after trying to help them, I'm kicking your ass though." he muttered under his breath, grumbling, "Can't believe I let you talk me into this..." Jin had one hand stuffed in his pocket while raising his other hand up from the back, "Guess we'll be helping and tagging along too."​

Jin Taeyang | Kylass Starhaven | Henna Ashina | Corr | Jannik Morlandt | Inosuke Ashina ​

 

[Jacen Voidstalker]

JACEN

Skye Mertaal

Jacen trudged across the plateau. He was shivering. He had known about the conditions and had a temperature regulating glovesuit beneath his robes.

Too many years beneath twin suns. He'd always thought ht hated the heat. Now he was desperate for the light of those stars.

He felt a flicker of something in the Force. He tried to reach for it. It slipped from his awareness. There were Jedi and Sith on the field of battle. Whatever ripple had struck him was impossible to search for in the crack between the light and the dark.

At his belt was his lightsaber. Tucked under his left side was his old sonic carbine. As a former soldier, he wasn't above bringing firearms to the field.

 

[Ines Pen-Ar-Lan]

Fade to Black

Caelan Valoren ​

Also tagging: Ronhar Tane Zuv Ralen Keilara Kala'myr Kelig Ward Vireth @other imperials att obj. 3

Her brows furrowed upon being asked for confirmation but the Agent responded quickly nonetheless. "One Jedi confirmed. He's heading my way. I'm packing up. Presence to the north could be anyth-..." she trailed off as one of the security cameras seemed to pick something up as Ronhar Tane and his crew advanced deeper into the facility. "That's a negative. These guys - from the northern entrance - look like Imperials. Wookies and Commandos. But they're not ours. Maybe Confederates?" Her voice showed that she was still in control, barely. Her words flowed quickly and her pitch was high.

As Ines spoke, her hands and eyes worked frantically. On the one hand, she was trying to maintain control of the cargo droids and on the other hand she was keeping track of the Jedi. And then, with a third hand, somehow - she was trying to keep track of the new arrivals. All whilst communicating what she saw to her colleagues. "Those tinheads are wiping consoles clean"

Just as she said that, two things happened at the same time. First, she saw the Jedi walk through another wall, completely bypassing the locked doors she had tried to put in his way. Secondly two fire alert blared from the console, one in the corridor where the scientists were, and the other directly from one of the cargo droids. "This ain't good" her words were but a whisper. The girl knew something the scientists did not: While they successfully locked the droids out, they had also locked themselves in. As soon as the fire alarm started, the doors around them swooshed shut and sealed magnetically. Unlike when they had been dealing with Ines, however, they were now in actual danger. For fire was both fickle and treacherous.

"I will leave the northern entity untouched. Pen-Ar-Lan out." her words were curt and determined. In the meantime, she had to choose between doing what she could to save the scientists or guaranteeing a headstart in her escape from the Jedi. "Blast" she whispered sadly as her fingers started dancing across the console with precision. She issued a command for the cargo droids to break the firedoors down. Before long, the scientists would notice massive metallic thuds against the doors they had just closed. Soon, the doors would budge until eventually, they opened up an escape route for them. When the doors did open, however, the droids would no longer abide by the commands of the Agent.

Right after issuing the command for the cargo droids to save the scientists, Ines unplugged her datapad from the computer console, turned it off, picked up her kit and left the little office. The download had progressed far but she could not tell if it was complete. It did not matter - for the Jedi was now extremely close. The control she had over the droids was now completely lost which allowed the BD-droid to influence them without disruptions from her.

Ines now moved with purpose. Her long strides quickly brought her towards the epicenter of it all. She was moving towards the main hall where the Jedi had been at first and where the scientists were likely to go. This also happened to be in the direction of the two fires which had started. Her eyes scanned the spaces she moved through from side to side with a particular focus on the walls. The Jedi was hunting her now - and for all she knew, there was nothing which she could do to hide from him, and nothing she could do to slow him down.

 

[Ronhar Tane]

CAPTAIN RONHAR TANE, TK-3301
OBJECTIVE III: SHADOW PROTOCOL

"Sir! I think I've got something..."

Garhosl directed Ronhar over to the terminal that he was currently in the middle of slicing. Prominently displayed on screen was a readout of the factory's floor plans...along with a route to the factory archives.

"Nice work", Ronhar complimented Garhosl as he downloaded the data. "Upload that and sync it to our HUDs. We're making a beeline toward that location."

Garhosl complied, adding the map data to each man's and Wookiee's HUD. Once the information was uploaded, Garhosl wiped the terminal clean, and the group proceeded onwards, eventually encountering a large turbolift. According to the data that they had secured from the terminal, this turbolift would take them directly to the archives, where all sorts of prototypes and schematics surely awaited them.

Ronhar wasn't entirely sure if anyone had summarized the location of the archives, but he didn't want to leave anything to chance. As the group piled into the turbolift, Ronhar took out a Knockout Mine, and attached it to the inside of the turbolift. If anyone entered the turbolift without authorization, Ronhar would detonate the mine, releasing a flash of light and a neuroparalytic agent. Anyone unfortunate enough to inhale the substances released by the mine would be rendered unconscious for at least a few hours, as they would have no way out of the tight confines of the turbolift.

It wasn't as if Ronhar minded killing anyone would tried to interfere with his mission, but he was worried that a more lethal device might damage or destroy the turbolift, rendering a potential route of escape inoperable. At least the Knockout Mine would ensure that the structural integrity of the turbolift remained unaffected if he was forced to trigger the device.

As he finished setting up the device, a thought occurred to him. Technically, he was currently allied with the Galactic Alliance, and while he could care less if his "allies" were killed or wounded on this operation, he most certainly didn't want to cause any trouble for his boss Selrik Lorcas , who was currently attempting to negotiate favorable terms of an alliance against the false Galactic Empire. If Ronhar's actions jeopardized that...

Ronhar cycled through his communication channels. As far as he knew, there weren't a great amount of Galactic Alliance operatives working on this mission. That, or the Galactic Alliance had wisely chosen to keep their mouths shut on who exactly they were sending on this mission. Still, he at least recalled some Jedi by the name of Caelan Valoren being asked to go on the mission. As funny as it would be to knock the Jedi out, it was probably best if Ronhar didn't try to make any new enemies for the Imperial Confederation.

Ronhar sent the Jedi a secure message:

" Caelan Valoren , this is Captain Ronhar Tane of the Mahporeem Imperial Remnant. I've located a route to the factory archives and am currently en route to them. I've booby trapped the turbolift in case of potential enemy interference, and I strongly advise you not to try and follow me. Don't get yourself killed now, Jedi. Over and out."

The message sent, Ronhar and his men exited the turbolift and moved forward, the large doors of the factory archives greeting them. Ronhar did a quick scan of the area: he didn't detect any form of security measures out the large doors in front of him. That worried Ronhar, as a room this important should surely have at least a few security droids or turrets milling about. Perhaps the factory had relied solely on organic countermeasures, or maybe the previous occupants had take anything they could with them when they evacuated.

No matter.

"Garhosl, if you would?"

Garhosl went up to the door's terminal and attempted to slice into it, but he quickly ran into a problem.

"Terminal's busted sir, or at least without power. Can't do anything to it, I'm afraid."

Blast!

"Right, I'll take care of it. Set up a defensive perimeter, I want blasters aimed at that turbolift entrance."

Ronhar once again took out his Burnblade and began cutting through the doors, much like he did to the previous security door he encountered. Unlike the last door, however, this door was even thicker and sturdier, and it would take Ronhar some time before he would be able to fully get through it...

TAGS:
Ines Pen-Ar-Lan
Caelan Valoren
Keilara Kala'myr
Selrik Lorcas
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[Dayna Rhyss]

Location: Alliance Senate Hall, Fondor
Objective: Solidify Alliance relationship
Attire: White Imperial Uniform
Confederates: Selrik Lorcas
Alliance: Feridade Parthi | Cressida Tolliver | Arsenio Tagge | Lander Stalwart | Alexandra Feanor
Fake Imperials: Janus Vipsanius | Kroeger | Redak Boyd | Runar Ævar

TheGalactic Empire chose someone tempered and almost amicable to make their presence known. Any thoughts that rational conversation could take place soon left however. Dayna was a bit surprised the Alliance fired the first shot. Demanding all conquered systems be returned, the self-styled Emperor to step aside and another leader of the invaders to be taken into custody. A smirk formed on Dayna's lips even though she knew that tone couldn't be maintained.

As two Alliance Senators called for decorum, Dayna took that as her cue to begin on the work that the Grand Moff had given her. She was just getting started with her recognitions of the other visiting Imperials, when a message appeared on her data pad, relayed from the pod's terminal. It was from a Senator Feanor. The message read to stay calm and not to fear the other visitors. A smirk formed on Dayna's lips as she quickly inquired who Senator Feanor was, surprised to learn she was in the next pod. Dayna quickly handled her research on the terrorists in Imperial cloaks and then she ventured a look to the next pod. She couldn't form any snap judgement before the Grand Moff asked for an update. Dayna stepped forward, "Senator Feanor urges us not to fear these mock Imperials and to stay calm," she whispered in a tone of amusement.

"As to the unexpected guests… The herald is Runar…something I can't pronounce. I am pretty sure he is dead or should be, probably escaped with some Sith magics. Can’t find much. The first speaker is Chief Minister Vipsanius, the silent one is called Kroeger, war veteran." It felt a bit odd reporting to someone other than Prefect Tran, but this was what Dayna did.

"Commisioner Boyd," Dayna continued as the last member of the Galactic Empire's retinue stepped forward. "A lackey of the Grand Vizier. I have sent you their dossiers," she finished as Commissioner Boyd began to speak. Commissioner Boyd reiterated the Galactic Empire's demands, adding that there was no room for negation. He then turned his words toward the Confederation.

"Sinvling bastard. He knows not what he says. I would look forward to meeting him in a dark alley. We cannot let these anarchists gain the territory they call for. It will make trade with the Alliance a near impossibility and place Sith at the control of two of our borders," she growled in annoyance.

Dayna's eyes glanced to Senator Feanor's pod again as Senator Stalwart expressed his constituents would be favoring more war over the "empire's" demands. "Sir, these imposters to Imperialism are making my blood boil. Perhaps I would be of better use starting to get the ball rolling with the Alliance?" she again looked to Senator Feanor.​

 

[Caelan Valoren]

"Dweet bloop-bwee. Dwoop dweep boop-bweep bwoop-bwoo dweet-bweep."

Fate had stopped to look backward since he ran into another door that had shut even though there wasn't a fire near it. That was odd behavior, but likely a result of whomever it was that had been fiddling with the system. Either way, they were kind of trapped with no way out of the pickle they were in. Not that he knew what a pickle was or why they used that saying, but at least it made sense in the context.

"Boop-bwoop dweep dweet boop-bloop bwoo boop bweep dweet bwoo-bloop bwoop-dweet. Beep bwee boop-bweep dwoop dweep-dweet bloop-bwee bweep dweet dwoop-bwoop dwoop-bweep dweet-bwoop."

The door came down and the droids came through and he began broadcasting countermanding orders to them. At first it didn't seem to be doing anything, but eventually the droids came to a stop. Fate processed this for a moment, and then sent a new set of commands to the droids. The new set caused them to head towards the door that had stopped them from reaching where their ship was waiting. On the other side of it was a fire, but the droids had proven themselves to be rather resilient. Perhaps they could find a way to fight the fire.

Assuming they managed to break down the door.

Meanwhile, Caelan continued to track the location of the person responsible for it all. They were in a room really close to his position and he felt confident he'd reach them without them knowing he was going to. And he would have, if they hadn't started moving. Pausing in the middle of one room, he triangulated their position and set himself onto a path that would allow him to intercept. Curiously, they seemed to be heading in the direction he'd come from; the same direction to which Fate and the scientists had gone.

A message came in from... an imperial? Not the Galactic Empire, but someone else. "My thanks for the heads up," he message back.

That curious encounter out of the way, he phased through a wall and found himself in a corridor just in time to see the person in the firefighting get up turn the corner.

"Stop," he demanded, holding up a hand. "State your name and what you're doing here."

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ATTIRE: Link | WEAPON: Lightsaber | COMPANION: BD-F8 | OTHER: Sigil Bead (Necklace), Prosthetic Left Arm

TAGS: Ines Pen-Ar-Lan | Ronhar Tane ​

 

[Cressida Tolliver]

The Senate - Fondor
The Renascent Heirate's Senate Pod
GA: Alexandra Feanor Feridade Parthi Lander Stalwart Arsenio Tagge
GE: Janus Vipsanius Kroeger Redak Boyd Runar Ævar​

Cressida watched the encounter unfold with increasing irritation. She glanced between Alexandra Feanor and Arsenio Tagge and Lander Stalwart and Feridade Parthi and the others as they spoke. And when Senator Stalwart made his comments, she banged her fist repeatedly on the table and shouted "Hear, hear!" as was the custom in the Renascent Heirate's Assembly. Chuntering from a sedentary position was, strictly speaking, out of order in the Assembly, but there were more important matters at hand. When it came time to rise, she touched the controls of her microphone and leaned in, the ornaments of her hairpiece twitching with the movements of her head.

"Gentlemen, let us dispense with this idiotic pretense," she said waspishly. "If your emperor sent you here expecting the Galactic Alliance to negotiate the terms of its surrender in a live Senate session with you, he is clearly addled and you should be focusing on removing such a witless monarch from the levers of power before he can damage your government, rather than grandstanding here. But though he is bloodthirsty and craven, illegitimate and avaricious, arrogant and mendacious, I find it unlikely that a man capable of spearheading an attack against the core with such efficiency is as stupid as would be required to believe such a plan would work."

She paused a moment and clutched the edges of her podium a little tighter, a bit of persimmon pastry crumb crushing between her palm and the hard edge. "And so the only logical conclusion to be drawn is that you are here to accomplish something else. So either make your case or stop wasting all of our time. And for the record, I proudly add my voice, and the will of the people of the Renascent Heirate, to the words of my colleague the honorable member for Sacorria. War."

"Even if," she went on after a moment, glancing around the pods of the Senators that lined the walls of the cavernous chamber. "Even if the words of these alleged men could be trusted -- which there is no one in this chamber, on this planet, or I daresay anywhere in the galaxy is foolish enough to believe -- the galaxy has had more than enough lessons in the foolishness of appeasing the conniving and perfidious men who would claim the mantle of galactic emperor. It will not stop there. It will not stop ever -- unless someone stops it. And despite the manifest faults and flaws in democracy, it has proved to be the most effective bulwark and arsenal against the tinpot tyranny of more so-called galactic empires than I could list."

Cressida turned her attention back to the so-called diplomats, her gaze impatient of their antics. "So let's have it. State your true purpose here. Or is this all as foolhardy as it appears on the surface?"

 

[Skye Mertaal]

Bounty Hunter Name: Skye Mertaal
Bounty Hunter License: Link
Seeking Bounties on: x | x | x @Jacen Voidstalker
Toggle on: Verified

The wind cut sharply across the ridge, carrying the whine of a frigid gust as the Huntress crouched behind an outcrop, her visor narrowing in on a lone figure in the distance that had stepped down from the craft. A thin sheen of sweat clung to her skin beneath the cold armor, making the chill bite deeper despite the underlying thermal layer. Her fingers flexed once, twice, trying to work out the faint tremor before adjusting her grip on the macrobinoculars.

THe hooded profile came into sharp focus. One image, one face, and she could learn if there was a bounty worth taking. Her attention slid to the starfighter with its white and red markings, and while she couldn't see any other identifying markings, one thing was clear from that airframe: that was an INCOM design.

Closer observation showed the wear of long campaigns, and a heavy dose of what could only be sandblasted damage. However, there was no swagger of aftermarket upgrades. Alliance issue, most likely. Maybe even Jedi if the Browncoat walking away from it was any clue. That meant a payout if she could bring that ship in.

Behind the T-visored helm, her red ocular scanner swept the field, gauging distance, tagging lifeforms, parsing what it could. EAch flicker of data told the same story: the man moved like someone who knew danger could come from any direction.

Her HUD identified the mountain structure ahead. Ancient stone, half buried, its entrance yawning dark. An old ruin, if the old reports were right, but the air around it had that quiet, thrumming tension she had felt before in places thick with death. The kind of places she had no interest in lingering or reconnecting with again.

The dull ache behind her eyes pulsed as she shifted, a clammy chill still clinging to her spine. Skye's lips pursed into a thin line of determination, sticking the tip of her tongue against the top of her teeth so the sharp pain could give her clarity.

Once again, she was reminded of what this meant. A big enough payout that she wouldn't have to worry about the Force suppression pills for a while. The mere thought of that blessed numbness is what caused the pale, clammy visage of the Bounty Hunter's expression to harden to Hijarna stone.

Kark ever feeling again.

So she pusehed past it and began moving forward, crouched low, all slow and deliberate, letting the snow and wind swallow her presence.

The hunt had begun.

 

[Magdalena Bloodscrawl]

Magdalena had decided to get into the field.

Backing the Artillery assault of Solan Charr she had sent down another torrent of Green, Light Side fueled lightning from the sky everywhere immediately around the impact of the shells, casting empowerment spells on his droids and troops to make them much more durable, and their weapons do much more damage than they normally would have. It was not something they would be immediately aware of, they would discover it by accident as they marched into battle, surviving shots they might otherwise not have.

Magdalena herself then waded into open battle, flesh shuddering disgustingly as she channeled the Force, her use of Niman blending with her Force Attacks, slashes followed up by bursts of Electric Judgment from either her hands or the sky, which sent whole squads running as the deadly abomination rampaged into the Sith front lines, seeking out sorcerers, her ultramarine blue lightsaber blade biting into alchemized armor and swords, quickly cutting through them...and the Sith hiding behind them.

High Republic Lightsabers, much like Wu-Tang, ain't nothing to feth with.

Meanwhile, closer to the lines of Thomas Barran 's forces

...one of her monsters had been let loose to kill Mawites.

A female Deputy, wearing black Zeison Sha armor, lower half of her face covered by a black rag, surged through the battle from a camouflaged position surprised a squad of Mawite Warriors, butchering them with a special katana before targeting the next group working on the dig...

 

[Ines Pen-Ar-Lan]

Fade to Black

Caelan Valoren ​

Also tagging: Ronhar Tane Zuv Ralen Keilara Kala'myr Kelig Ward Vireth @other imperials att obj. 3

Not very. That was the answer to how the question of how far she would get before the Jedi caught up. The Firefighter let out a startled yelp "Waaah! Karkin shit slinging womp rat!" the working class Corellian accent seemed to grow even more pronounced as she cursed. The girl's hand went up to her chest "Master Jedi" She let out a shaky breath "I'm so sorry, for cursing you out. You scared the crap out of me. Not every day you see someone step out of a wall" she spoke, her voice young and her Corellian identity shining through at every level. A light and awkward chuckle escaped her.

The performance was good. Now that she no longer had to focus on doing everything at once, Ines could lock in on what she was really good at. Infiltration. She knew her cover identity inside and out. She had crafted it since before she even knew of the mission. And in this instance, her expertise showed. Moving on, the Firefighter produced a badge from one of the large jacket pockets on the side of her jacket and held it for him to see. "Line Beren of the Ord Lithone Fire Brigade, seventh division." Naturally, the badge reflected precisely what she was saying.

She moved towards the Jedi as if in a hurry "Now, I did not expect to run into a Jedi, but I sure am glad to see you. This is my first live fire and I sure could use your help. We received two separate alarms from what we assume to be two separate fires thataway." Just as she started moving again, the girl stopped for a brief moment and turned to look up at the Jedi "Uhm, and.. uh, my boss will be arriving in a lil' bit. Can you, uh, not tell him that you found me in there?" She nodded her head back at the office she had just left.

Line would wait for a response before waving her hand, gesturing for him to follow her back to where they came from.

 

[Ailuros]

When her new orders came through, the cat looked at them for a moment longer than she probably should have. Twisting the tiller, she turned around. Heading in the direction of the newly arrived Reef One. Being hardly more than a strike pilot, she could also provide some support, just by being present to give the Admiral additional backup. Her ship flew far faster than the cruiser he was on, and she quickly joined the ranks of the fighter escort.

Solan Charr ADM. Reshmar

 

[ADM. Reshmar]

Arkania System​

The vessels of the Reef Home Interdiction force sat still after reversion as their crews frantically made ready for the battle ahead. The formation of Star Cruisers, Cruisers, and escorts of varying sizes held their position, awaiting processing of the mountain of sensor data being delivered to them. In the far distance, the Imperial Armada sat becoming them to battle, tempting them to close and meet them. Among the ships arrayed in his battlegroup, Reshmar looked over readiness reports. All the vessels had made it into the system without any mishaps, and all reported one hundred percent readiness.

“Admiral, a transmission for you sir,” announced one of the officers from the COM station. Reshmar turned to look at the man and spoke, “Put it through, Lieutenant.” replied Reshmar, turning back to look at the holo display in the center of the room. The image before him was not the one he expected. Charr was not there. The man had sent him an AI to talk to. Reshmar disliked AI on a good day. Today was not a good day in his opinion, so the fact that he was here conversing with Adam eurked him. “Adam, Good to see you again,” replied Reshmar, choosing not to take offense and to be polite to the abomination. This was not their first meeting to Reshmar's chagrin. The AI continued his dribble, explaining why he and not Charr himself had greeted him and giving him a short status update. A statement caught his attention, and he pulled out the one piece of information, which had to be the worst of the lot. “The Mon Mothma?”

Reshmar knew the vessel but was not informed she would be here. The mass alone would affect the Abolisher fields and gravitic sensor arrays. Reshmar listened as Adam finished, then closed the channel with a short confirmation. “Inform Charr that we will be engaging the Abolisher fields in ten minutes. We will also be engaging the Tsunami array at that time, so yes, inform him he has till then to contact whom he needs.” With that, he closed the channel and turned to the ship's captain, and began to speak. “We will need to reconfigure the Gravitic sensors and recalculate the abolisher field for the extra mass.” The Mon Calamari officer nodded, then turned to carry out the order.

On the fleet position display Reshmar could see the two Abolisher-class vessels moving into position, each escorted by a Vindicator-class cruiser. Around then the Interdiction corvettes took position to aid with their interdiction fields if needed. The battlegroup shifted and reformed, preparing to lock the system down. Reshmar looked over the system map and began issuing orders "CAG launch the first wing and have them form up for picket duty." Reshmar looked over the situation forming in the battle zone and frowned. "This is going to be a long day."

Solan Charr Ailuros

 

[Alicio Organa]

Fondor
Senate Chamber
- Cressida Tolliver - Alexandra Feanor - Feridade Parthi - Lander Stalwart - Arsenio Tagge - Janus Vipsanius - Kroeger - Redak Boyd - Runar Ævar -
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"Their purpose, Senator, is to send a message. And they will. But I doubt it'll be the message they hope for."

That voice, always soft, always ponderous, echoed like a ghost through the assembly floor, disembodied from it's dour master. Instead, Chancellor Alicio Organa erupted to life from a projector in the center of the room, He looked... Tired. Dressed plainly, with new cuts on his fingers, and not a stylish cape to be seen. But despite all that, it was unmistakably Alicio. A dominant, icy fire lit his eye, the same that had lit the Organa line for centuries. A flame that, despite a multitude of Empires trying, had never been blown out.

"Their Emperor has proclaimed us dead, Senate. These servants of his new Empire seek to use our bloated corpse as a mouthpiece, under pretenses of peace. To shake confidence in our union of planets, and sway us away from each other. To turn brother against sister, friend against friend, planet against planet." There was a pause. Weight in the air. Alicio's hologram staticked, the heavy-duty encryption putting strain on it's systems.

"They expect us to protest, to slap away their advances, all within the confines of our Federal Assembly. Their response will be to rub it in our faces. 'That's easy to say from Fondor, but you've forgotten your people', they'll say from behind sibylline smiles. All the while, begging our constituents to forget that surrender means death. For a neighbor who talks too loudly. For a mother, protecting their child from the Imperial boot. For a sibling, who just wants to live free. They expect our people to want what's easy, and not what's right."

Of course, the Empire wanted to use them. Certainly, they wouldn't object to getting used in return.

"I won't stay long. Would hate to have my call traced. I just have three things for our august body. For the Alliance. An apology, a favor... and a warning."

"First... I apologize to our Senate, and to our honored guests, for my absence. There is too much to be done. I spent a whole life in relief, and I'm terribly incapable of avoiding it. We have cities to build. Citizens we must ensure we keep our promises to. While there are people that need our help... expect me to phone in our quarterlies." A hint of a smile, before he continued. "From what I've heard today, Senators, you've been doing just fine defending our Democracy without me."

"I also have a favor to ask, now that I have your attention. And let me be clear... it is a lot to ask. The galaxy has shifted. The Alliance has shifted. It may be tempting to accept... peace. Peace is easy. Until it's ripped from you." A sudden curling flash of the hologram intensified the fire in the Chancellor's eyes.

"So... forget comfort. Fight like hell. Fight with all your strength, fight with your credits, fight with your leadership, fight with everything you have. Because defeat means you lose it all anyways. I challenge every member of our Alliance to find a way to fight. Join me on the front lines, fight with your positions of power, your votes, or support us from your homes, if you must. Even the smallest victories compound into Imperial defeats."

"Finally... a warning. To our Imperial guests." His eyes peered down on them, sure he'd see some kind of defiance, or underestimation. "You are relying on us to cower. We will not."

"We aren't the ones surrounded."

The hologram winked out. It wasn't just for show, as overly grandiose as it was. He had work to do.