Dominion Foot in the Door | GA Dominion of Kril'Dor

[Liedran Kathause]

{Location: ANV Pegasus}
{3rd Expeditionary Squadron - Commodore Kathause in Command}
{Objective 2 - Providing back-up for Alliance strike teams}
{Panic Level: YES}
{Direct Relevancy: Marlon Sularen , Kathryn Foster , The Mongrel , And errm...someone}​

{ANV Pegasus - Situation Room - Half an Hour Till Attack}

"-earlier Ferret sweeps revealed nothing in the way of defenses at first. But when we were in effective range of gravitic scanning, we picked up the mass signatures of a massive cloaked vessel.. Approximately 2.5 kilometers in length. Pertaining to any further information, we're still in the dark." She felt the air in the room take a sharp dive into worry while she began pinpointing another spot on the holographic display, "Huntress and Dreamer will jump in here...bordering off of the enemy's predicted turbolaser range, and fire off several salvos of ion missiles, targeted for the problematic vessel-- switch to dumb-fire once a course is set. We don't need precise targeting."

"As soon as possible, both ships are to engage hyperdrives and rendezvous with the rest of the squadron. But, in case of enemy interdiction, We'll hopefully have the advantage of speed on our side."

"Simultaneously," Her aide spoke, "The rest of the fleet will jump in around here. Eight kilometers from the refinery, and well out of weapons range. Fighters are to launch immediately, and stand by to approach the target, but such plans may be complicated depending on enemy response."

"If we do have that opportunity, Shiver, Searchlight, and Regal squadrons, alongside our other fleet-wide X-wing squadrons will close in and split up. Colonel Foster, I'm entrusting command of both groups to you. Keep a safe distance, we have close to no clue as to the strength of the Brotherhood's stationed air wing. But, if all goes well, their battlecruiser should decloak, and we'll be able to get an idea as to their overall capabilities."

"Remember, you have no reason to stay in their weapons range, Alliance strike teams have already been dispatched to infiltrate the refinery themselves. So don't take any unnecessary risks, and don't try to be a hero."

Liedran let the final sentence settle in as she glanced around the situation room, and at the gathered personnel. Two seconds later, she took a dignified deep breath, and put on her best reassuring smile.

"I'll be with you every step of the way, remember that." The commodore pushed herself from the table's edge, and came to a collected stand, "Good hunting to you all."


{Pegasus - C.I.C - Five Minutes Before Till Attack}

It wasn't too late to turn back.

The final preparations-- weapons checks, fighter checks, more-- came to a close. And with a single order, Liedran could send the entire 3rd Expeditionary Squadron plummeting toward the event horizon of a more or less indescribable threat. They had no other choice, she had told herself as soon as she finished the first mission briefings. All personnel under her command had signed up for, and knowingly accepted the dangers of the occupation, she had reminded herself soon afterwards. But neither statement seemed to satisfy her growing anxiety.

Nothing ever did.

Five minutes before then, Ferret patrols had confirmed the infiltration of the Brotherhood-held refinery by Allied strike teams, though failed to shed light on the problematic cloaked vessels-- or much else--, meaning that they would be entering the battlefield nearly blind to whatever else the enemy had in store. Planning would only help so much, and their situation briefings would likely be rendered near-irrelevant with enough Brotherhood resistance.

Liedran's eyes came to a close, and she took in what would likely be her last peaceful breath before the coming siege. Gently, and equally as collected, she provided a nod to her bridge crew.

And with a sharp flash of motion, the squadron disappeared into hyperspace.

 

[Miona Anden]

"May I remind my Honorable Colleague from Epoch of the implications of such an action"

The Senator swallowed her pride. While Eufornisan was no fan of the Jedi Order's consistent disregard for the conventional rules of war, the words spoken by Fossk reeked of total governmental control of a religious entity. "The Jedi must be held accountable for their actions, yes"

The pod rode the gentle streams of the repulsorlift to the center of the rotunda. "We must never forget the dangers of unchecked, unregulated military entities" She paused, extending her arms outwards before continuing. "The increased paranoia and eccentricity of the New Jedi Order must be addressed"

There was hint of aggravation in her voice. While under most circumstances, Fossk was an ally, here he seemed distraught. "We must not 'take care of them' Senator, we must enforce the law"

"I implore my fellow Senators" Once again, she extended her hands outward to symbolize unity. "We cannot allow radicalism to seep into our mnds. We must be pragmatic. We must create solutions that will solve problems, not enlarge them"

Adhira Chandra | Aerarii Tithe | DARKCOM | Dalton Crowder​

 

[Maou]

Adhira Chandra | Aerarii Tithe | DARKCOM | Dalton Crowder | Faith Organa | Seto Du Couteau | Shoma Ike | Sssar Taszzn
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Kaito watched from his pod as Kaigann spoke to the senate, his anger bubbling and roiling like a burning pot of porridge. Behind his mask he grimaced, wondering how foolish the Senators could be to not see the manipulation and power the Jedi held over the opinions in the Senate. He wondered how the Sith became known as master manipulators when a council of teens and vagabond Jedi had managed to grip the Alliance so tightly by the throat.

He constantly stood as a testament to the vigilante actions of the Jedi and the cost of people with that sort of power being unsupervised could be. Two senators lay dead at the hands of Force users and still, they believed their laws, investigations, and committees held any power over them.

It had been a long while since the Corellian senator had been in the Senate. Where he once sat unmenacingly with kabuki droids hovering about him and his life support machines now he stood proudly on his own two feet but flanked by menacing Corellian Hunter Killer droids as his permanent companions. Cut from the legacy of Jedi and Vong killing death machines, their presence, with large arm-mounted plasma cannons and thick, bladed electrostaffs in their hands, was a statement in itself.

"You can't trust the Alliance to protect yourself. And you certainly can't trust the Jedi."

A sentiment that had landed Corellia in hot water recently with their blockade of Byss. A sentiment that now dominated Corellian politics and military doctrine as their shipyards scrambled to produce more of their Democles-class dreadnaughts.

Kaito's pod creeped into speaking position, his masked glare causing waves of unease through the newer senators. He fed on it.

"My esteemed college is too generous," he started. "The Jedi are not our friends. Need I remind this body that our war with the Sith Empire waged for nearly a decade? When, I ask you, did our victories begin to turn to losses?" He let the question sit for a moment but moved on before letting anyone else interrupt. "It all began when our targets ceased being strategic and began bending to the will of the Great Jedi Crusade. We should have followed the New Imperial Order's lead. Striking strategic locations for their military assets, supply lines, and economic centers. Instead, we allowed the wisdom of a handful of teenagers and young adults not old enough to remember Omni or the first Great War with the Sith to lead us into hell. The same teenagers who instead of following their Order's teachings were complicit in the murder of our Senators and this,"

Without warning, he removed the mask, which wasn't really a mask. Synthetic material attached from the chin down what seemed into his chest fell away to reveal the patchwork of sophisticated cybernetics and augmentations that surrounded and seemingly replaced Kaito's neck. The scars on his face were mostly healed, though it seemed like parts of his face were held together with durasteel plates that peeked through the skin near the line of his cheekbones and laugh lines. Pistons and servos moved in his neck as he spoke.

"These Jedi that have gotten away with murdering members of our Seanat body, led countless sons and daughters of the Alliance to death for their crusade, and manipulate our government do not deserve to be given free run of our Alliance. Looking at some of their records it is no wonder that even the best of them have fallen. And they expect us to trust them implicitly? Nay. We need to reevaluate our relationship with the Jedi for the safety of ALL of our people."

 

[Aaran Tafo]

Objective II: Basically just that Jedi Academy Level. Nostalgia is Powerful

The Mongrel Astrea Marlon Sularen​

The distant klaxon of the alarm sounded in his ears. He knew that his initial assault would not go unnoticed for too long. What mattered is that he made some inroads into the facility proper in order to establish a beachhead for the GADF forces accompanying him. The Maw usually kept their advantage in numbers, but they lacked in discipline.

Even now, on the edge of his senses, he could feel the pain of their slave soldiers, the malice of the slave drivers. The brutal cunning that belied their savage appearance. They were a different beast from the Sith Empire that the Alliance and Imperial Order had invested so much of their time into fighting.

Reckless aggression could be met with patient defence. But that only worked when one could afford to be on the defensive. That was not the case in this instance. For now, unorthodox strategies were needed to deal with a relentless foe. Orders were barked, soldiers got into position. And a small spherical device was tossed to the Jedi.

Fighting the Maw ultimately came down to a matter of momentum. They were a beast that gathered power and numbers as they continued to rampage. Their bloodshed not only invigorating them. But those they captured would be processed into additional soldiers. So, an effective way to combat them was to put a stop to that momentum. Either through the aforementioned defence. Or through something a little more reckless.

As the doors hissed open and the savages of the Maw came forth. They were met with a volley of blasters, stemming the tide for the briefest of moments. But it was clear that a prolonged battle between the strike team and the Maw, the ultimate victors would be the savage invaders.

Thankfully, the liberators from the Core had something to change the balance of the fight. With speed beyond the ken of mortals, Aaran burst from behind cover, leaping clean over the heads of the front line. Fingers pressing on the button on the sphere. It was dropped right into the middle of the mass of bodies.

And a heartbeat later, a blinding flash was emitted. The majority of the Savages, their gaze turned towards the biggest threat in their midst, receiving blinding radiance straight into the eyes. Shattering their momentum and blinding them. The Jedi, utterly unbothered by the distract due to his lack of mundane sight to affect.

The rest of the fight was over in moments. Golden blade dispatching the slave driver. The GADF soldiers dispatching of the rest. A momentary pang of pity ran through the Jedi. It was unfortunate that those slave soldiers had to die. But he could not put the lives of the soldiers under his command at risk in order to save those who may have already been too far gone.

A pity, but also a reminder. A reminder as to why he fought. To spare others in the future from such a grim fate. Wordlessly he gestured for the soldiers to follow. Moving deeper into the facility towards where he could feel the threads of the Force, the interconnectedness of all things, guiding him towards where their commander lay.

Hopefully, he could cut the head off the snake before any more damage was done.

 

[Shoma Ike]

Objective III - Scrutiny of the Light

Maou Aerarii Tithe Miona Anden DARKCOM Adhira Chandra

[ obligatory k-pop ]​

So it came to this.

Now that the war was over, hindsight became the focus. What hadn't gone right? Why hadn't it gone right? And who should be responsible?

All good questions, but the Atrisian teen would have preferred less of a focus on responsibility and a sharper lens on educational reforms. Atrisia was no stranger to extremist idealism. It was a weed with deep roots. Which, was more or less where the solution lay. Attack the root cause.

At the remark about teenagers and young adults leading them into hell, the youth masked his own smirk by taking a sip of his tea inside the senatorial pod. Some of the delegates here matched that description.

Himself, as one example.

The Atrisian lowered his tea cup and contemplated the remarks. Very eloquent and well-stated points of view. He could agree with points made by all. Since Chancellor Chandra had reformed the government, Shoma had been pushed more and more into the limelight. Ju Li had returned to Atrisia and now it was expected that Shoma demonstrate more an ability to represent Atrisia as its prospective future monarch.

...even if he was still holding out support for legislative changes to the laws of royal succession at home that would allow Junko Ike to ascend instead.

As the senator from Corellia concluded his remarks, a light illuminated on Shoma's pod indicating that Atrisia was next to be heard on the issue. As Kaito's pod retracted, Shoma's maneuvered into the elevated position. Glancing around the Senate, the teen felt as though there was a sizable bullseye painted on him -- even more so than at home before the parliament.

Taking a breath, he began his remarks, "Since the founding of the Alliance, the Jedi have served in many unique and important capacities. Their contributions and sacrifices to the challenges that we have overcome cannot be overstated. But the Jedi do not exist in isolation. Their mistakes have been our mistakes. The Jedi do not just dwell among us but are part of us -- part of our societies."

He paused there a moment. "Thus, Atrisia would propose that the Honorable Senators Fossk and Anden are both equally correct in what they have said," the teen offered, allowing that comment to hang in the air before he continued. "We should care for the Jedi as we should care for any other Alliance citizen. And, yes, that means having a process in place to hold accountable when those citizens fall short of what society expects of them. Our honored colleague from Corellia states that we need to re-evaluate our relationship with the Jedi and, in that, Atrisia agrees. But, that will not be served by merely looking at the Jedi as a problem set. We need to evaluate ourselves as well. What is it we expect of the Jedi? How will the Jedi meet those expectations? And what can the Jedi expect of us in return?"

Answering a question with more questions. It didn't get more bureaucratic than this. But, what alternative was there? The question now before the Senate seemed a blank slate. It needed more bones. And more substance on those bones.

"I believe a committee should be formed to address those questions and the questions that may be implicated by them, with the goal of being restrained in action and deliberate in addressing reforms."

With that, the teen paused to give a formal bow toward the Chancellor as he concluded, "Madam Chancellor, I yield the remainder of my time."

 

[Dalton Crowder]

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SCRUTINY OF THE LIGHT
SENATE ROTUNDA, CORUSCANT

Julius Loghain | DARKCOM | Dagon Kaze | Corin Grayson | Miona Anden | Aerarii Tithe | Maou | Shoma Ike | Adhira Chandra | @Others

"I second the motion put forward by our esteemed colleague from Atrisia." Dalton spoke into the silence following Senator Ike's yielding of time. "We should evaluate what we would need from the New Jedi Order moving forward and what the New Jedi Order might need from us. Those members of the New Jedi Order that have committed crimes should be investigated and prosecuted, as any citizen of the Alliance should expect of them in the same circumstances."

He paused, looking around at the assembly around him for a moment.

"We cannot simply make grandiose statements that contradict themselves..." He glanced at Senator Fossk momentarily as he made reference to that Senator stating that the Jedi shouldn't be second-class citizens before describing how they would treat them as just that. "Nor should we either trust or mistrust them entirely. They should be treated like any other entity within the Alliance. We are here to represent our people, not legislate our emotions." He didn't even bother to look at the Corellian Senator who was making such overtly aggressive messages with nearly every action. He didn't believe in giving bullies the attention they craved, and found the antics Senator Kiyoshi was making to be the height of bullying. "With the Sith Empire fallen, we have some room to breathe. We need to see to our people, our economy, and make sure we are making the right on their behalf. This is a time we can use to strengthen our ties to our allies and see to domestic projects, not a time to prosecute or persecute a major religion."

"I believe this topic should be taken back up after proper investigations have been made by committee, and our current time be spent moving on with today's agenda."

 

[Miona Anden]

"Your grandiose is hardly necessary" Anden cast a daring glare towards the Senator from Corellia. "You cannot stand here and accuse people of murder without evidence" She paused, pointing directly at Kiyoshi. "Bullying those we do not trust is not our way"

"For centuries we have all gawked in awe of the amazing capabilities of those who would selflessly protect the common citizen from the danger which persisted. Among their number, the Honorable Senator from Epoch, Mr. Fossk. Among them our very own Chancellor. The accusations within this esteemed chamber of deliberation are nothing more than conspiracy drawn from events we never witnessed"

"I would be remiss to not note my own suspicions of the recent actions of the New Jedi Order" She relented. "Yet, here we are, most of us willing to wait for answers- to understand. Some of us though, are far too quick to condemn the actions of our would-be protectors"

"I second the motion by the honorable member for Astria" Her eyes darted to the young Senator from Artisia. "The wisdom in patience is far more important than our own assumptions. We must stand for truth, respect, and integrity"

"I yield my time, Madam Chancellor"

Shoma Ike | Dalton Crowder | Maou | DARKCOM | Aerarii Tithe | Adhira Chandra
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[Maou]

Shoma Ike | Dalton Crowder | DARKCOM | Aerarii Tithe | Faith Organa | Adhira Chandra
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Kaito scoffed loudly, the sound coming across the annunciator of the Senate pod as a pained groan from servos in his neck as they moved to immitate the movement of a human throat.

"Without evidence? Senator Anden, I know you are new to the floor but surely you did not come to this session without reading the reports? These attacks are already documented. We have the evidence Senator. And despite the young Atrisian Senator's suggestion, we already have a committee dedicated to monitoring and dealing with the shortcomings of the Order." He shrugged. "Only that its usefulness has been brought into question. What good is a committee to handle the failures of the Jedi if it is run by Jedi who see no problems? I propose that the Special Committee of Force Affairs be moved to a permanent position and all Jedi influence removed from the group. We have enough past Jedi in the Senate to provide impartial judgment and fair rulings."

The midichlorian counts of Senators were all public knowledge and indeed both Senator Fossk and the Chancelor herself had been Jedi Knights in their youth. It wasn't as if Corellia's track record with Jedi was terrible either. The Green Jedi, a minor sect of the religion that associated with the New Jedi Order, was on very friendly terms with the nation and even was afforded certain privileges when it came to law enforcement. But that came from thousands of years of trust unbroken and a loyalty fierce as any Corellian worth their spit.

His gaze shifted subtly to Kaigann.

 

[Brama Tagge]

SCRUTINY OF THE LIGHT
CORUSCANT || SENATE CHAMBERS
Dalton Crowder | Maou | Adhira Chandra | Aerarii Tithe | DARKCOM | Shoma Ike

Timeworn fingers moved from one corner of her mouth to the other in deep contemplation over the discussion at hand. Seemed they’d had similar conversations before when both The Alliance and The New Jedi Order were mutual in their nascence. Her brother had put great stock in the Jedi at the time, and while the persons Emmen had conversed with the most had grown controversial, she respected the judgement her younger sibling had on personality for the long haul.

“How many times do we have to have this conversation –– going after a whole group when one or two toddle off and create a ruckus.” Brama murmured, dropping her hand to her lap and looking to her aide. Dash Pavond nodded solemnly.

As much as it bothered her, Kaito’s points were valid. The Stygian campaign had been a mixed bag of victories and losses ––– most of them losses. But the worst part about it, in her mind’s eye, had been the siding with The Imperials. A military pact might have made sense, but the Triumvirate was...too much and did too little as a union. It was a title meant to drag them into war more than The New Jedi Order was.

Between Imperials and Jedi, Brama detested the former far more. And war was on the horizon for both, she could sense the restlessness in her elder bones.

Gratefully, rational voices from Senator Ike and Crowder contested the accusatory senators. Kaito and Krossk –– politicians who seemed shocked that they’d suffered assassination attempts. Their Chancellor had almost been killed, but she didn’t preach from her pod about it. And as much as Brama might have disagreed with the Chancellor’s legacy, that bit of character she deeply respected.

“The Alliance,” Brama muttered, and shifted in her seat while attempting to form a more poignant speech for the benefit of the wider group. “Should learn from its losses that a war against Force Users must be more strategic than born from emotion. War on the Sith had its losses, war on the Jedi will have more.”

"A war on the Jedi would be a war on...all Force-users, wouldn't it? Since we already are devoted to ending the Sith?"

The elder frowned and smoothed her skirt. Her aide's astuteness was growing over time, and she was both proud and...shocked. He'd been loyal for years now, and apparently wise enough to listen, listen, listen and learn.

"Short-sighted, sensitive folk Dash. That's it."

No, perhaps she didn’t need a speech.

The senator of Tepasi made a gesture, which Dash adhered to and moved her pod forward.

<Tepasi seeks recognition for a single question –– outside of forming a committee, and following the procedures of the law we have for all our citizens; citizens who must be held accountable for their crimes; what benefit does The Alliance have for turning their back on The Jedi? We must be wary, cautious and careful for the battles we choose. We’re still recovering from our last bout with Force-blessed foes.

Tepasi supports the motion for a committee to investigate this affair and yields the floor.>

 

[Allyson Locke]

//: Kril'Dor //:
//: Mawite Occupied Platform //:
//: Kat Decoria //: Marlon Sularen //: Grand Moff Vel'alari //:

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Tilting her head, Allyson watched as Kat removed the leather jacket then tossed it to her oblivious droid. A hand crossed Allyson’s face as she covered up the chuckle seeing the droid miss the cool factor of the maneuver his companion was trying to.

Kat answered the question, and Allyson could pick up the uncertainty in her voice. It reminded the Corellian how hardened she had become and how Kat was still learning. “I don’t like doing it, you know,” Allyson whispered as loose strands of brown hair fell in front of her face. She looked down towards the ground, arms folding in front of her chest. “It’s part of the job, especially with what I do as a Shadow. I do the work from the shadows, work that would and could ruin a Jedi’s life and career. So you don’t have to be okay with it - I just need you to trust me.” Allyson nodded, and her smile returned.

She unzipped her jacket and stripped down to the form-fitting power armor her cousin had designed for her. Holding her clothing, she looked to Kat, “Gonna hide this stuff in your ship if that’s alright.” Heading towards the ship, she climbed up the side to toss her things into the cockpit. It was a good thing Kat had brought some way for them to get away; Allyson hadn’t thought that far ahead - mainly because she typically was used to just hiding until things blew over.

“Alright, looks like we have a location; let’s go.” Allyson moved quickly from the cockpit, “This meeting spot isn’t far from here; I need you to secure the area; I’m heading inside the Tibanna Refinery.” Turning to leave, Allyson stopped remembering that Kat probably didn’t have a cloaking device on her. Walking quickly to Kat, she shoved the small device onto Kat’s belt on her waist. “Cloaking device, use it to meet up with me. Stay safe.” In moments, the Corellian blinked from sight as she moved towards the nearest doorway.

The Spy made quick work of the door panel and slipped in. She paused and pressed herself against one of the adjacent walls. There was movement in the area, and the cybernetic eye scanned the place to pick up the roaming soldiers that seemed to be lurking - protecting whatever was going on here. A pair moved by, and Allyson waited till they rounded the corner. Once they were out of range, she took a chance to move. She quickly moved up the nearby ladder and found a small nesting area - out of sight. Tucking behind supplies, Allyson scanned the room once more and zeroed in on the man in the chair.

The HUD quickly spit out the information she needed about the man waiting in his chair so casually waiting for someone. Through the secure networks within the NJO and SIA, Allyson sent her location with confirmation of who she was watching, with a request to remain quiet. If others were going to converge it could scare the rat back into his hole. Aaran Tafo

Slowly, quietly she began to set up the sniper in preparation. Through the Force, she connected to the cybernetic eye and asked the hand that held her leash.

<Orders?> IVI ​

 

[IVI]

THE ENDANGERED DIRECTOR
CORUSCANT | SIA HEADQUARTERS |
HELL IS ROUND THE CORNER

<Orders?>

Allyson never even needed to establish a channel. M's control over one of the woman's eyes meant they were constantly linked.

Taking the Jedi's organic eye and replacing it with something that allowed M to both see and control was paying out in dividends. The agent's loyalty was compounding mission after mission, and as much animosity as the Jedi Shadow might have had for M due to their...implemented relationship –– the Chiss didn't care.

It made moments like this not only sweet but incredibly convenient. A moment where she could see the silhouette of an Imperial that had impeded The Alliance for far too long, sitting unaware in the crosshairs of the sniper's scope.

M afforded a cold smile.

<Take the shot.>

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[Kat Decoria]

Tag: Allyson Locke | Grand Moff Vel'alari | Marlon Sularen | Aaran Tafo
Objective: Keeping it light and breezy, keeping it stealthy.

Kat could see Allyson hide the chuckle when M1-NI failed to pick up on her attempted cool moment, the annoyance at the droid would come later but she knew that the mission was the priority right now and she needed to keep her mind on that and less on her attempts to impress Allyson. When Allyson mentioned that she didn't enjoy killing, it was barely heard by Kat, who did a double take and looked at her mentor figure in a new light. It was clear that she was burdened with these responsibilities and the pressure to do these things must have been immense. "I... I never thought you did, taking a life isn't easy and anyone who thinks it is has forgotten their humanity. It can be necessary and I think you do what you believe is necessary, and I respect that."

"I understand, the Jedi Shadows do their job to maintain the peace in ways most Jedi can't or won't. It was never a path for me, not the most subtle person and terrible at lying," Kat smiled warmly, "I trust you Allyson, I wouldn't come here and help you with the mission if I didn't" there was clearly more that Kat could say about her trust and feelings towards Allyson as someone who she would try to turn to when unsure about things in her life but right now that didn't need to be spoken. When Allyson removed her jacket and revealed the form fitting armour underneath, Kat had a million questions. Where did she get the armour? How was the armour made? Could she check the armour out and see the specs? Kat was constantly trying to think of her own armour designs so learning more about others was really interesting.

Nodding her head, she informed M1-NI that he would be staying with the ship, "sure, M1-NI will keep them safe and keep the engines running so we can make a quick escape if needed." Her eyes darted over to the droid who clearly wasn't interested in doing that job and sighed and shrugged before beeping off about how he was meant to be a tech's droid not risking his life on all these dangerous Jedi missions. "Ummm... sorry, he has some interesting personality quirks I never get around to fixing..." Kat blushed with a nervous grin. Part of the reason was because she liked that he could and would think for himself and speak his mind, she wanted that back and forth with someone.

Seeing the location pop up for her as well, Kat nodded her head. "Secure the area. Got it boss." Kat said in a serious tone, clearly demonstrating she was mission ready and able to focus like Allyson needed her to. When Allyson came marching over to Kat, she wasn't sure what was happening and getting in close, Kat briefly thought Allyson was moving to kiss. No, kiss be silly, but the hand on her hips. So forward and Kat's heart was racing again. Then Allyson moved away, informing Kat she just put a cloaking device on her belt, the red faced Echani swallowed her emotions and wild thoughts away, nodding her head. Focus on the mission, focus on the mission Kat! Pushing the crazy, intimate thoughts away, Kat tapped the device and activated the cloaking to secure the area as sneakily as she could with her blaster in hand.

Kat moved around the area, her eyes keeping vigilant on the surroundings and making sure that no one was around for now. Hopefully Allyson was doing alright, she's the leader of the Shadows, of course she is alright. Keep the emotions in check Decoria! Kat reminded herself as she scanned her eyes around the place.

 

[Lord Letifer]

LETIFER | NEW SITH ORDER
Mawite Occupied Platform
Allyson Locke | IVI
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His cloak fluttered violently in the wind, a blank stare through the vile mask that hid his features, his true self from those who would see him. The Sith Assassin remained still, his form perched on a nearby communication antenna as the slow pulse of crimson from the tower washed over him. His hand rose to his ear and within moments he tapped into the communication channel, using training given to him by his enemy.

The Sith Assassin had managed to secure a direct uplink, triangulating the signal to Coruscant. It was difficult to maintain the signal over the tremendous interference from the heavy presence of Tibanna gas all around. He waited for the right moment, anything he could use as his own cybernetic optics lit up with information.

<Orders?>

<Take the shot.>

The intrusion would not be unnoticed, likely sending off several red flags on the secure SIA link with Allyson Locke . He rose from his prone stance and leapt off the antenna onto the platform below.

 

[The Mongrel]

Location: Kril'dor, Refinery Platform
Tags: Astrea | Aaran Tafo | Kyrel Ren

The Mongrel was unaware of the rapidly unfolding operation to assassinate Marlon Sularen. If he had been, he would've been deeply insulted that the Alliance apparently considered the ex-imperator of Byss a higher-value target. He was right there! He who had stood toe to toe with half a dozen Jedi; he who had led the ground assault on Csilla; he who had fought with distinction in every major battle and raid the Brotherhood had undertaken in their three-year (and counting!) campaign of terror through the Unknown Regions and beyond. He was the scourge of the Galactic North!

How dare they ignore him in favor of this... this politician!

But the marauder was not privy to such knowledge, and as such, he was merely looking forward to the unfolding battle - another chance to earn glory and seize trophies. Of course, he would have to fight his hardest to stand out in this particular skirmish; the platform was not large, and Kyrel Ren was on it with him. The master of the Knights of Ren was terrifying to behold, an unconquerable undead monster steeped in dark magics. The Mongrel had seen the carnage he could wreak firsthand on multiple occasions; the Ren had turned the snows of Csilla crimson with his indiscriminate slaughter.

And the rumors of his cannibalism were not exaggerated.

As The Mongrel strode across the platform, rallying raiders to his side as he went, he kept an eye on the young woman who had approached him. She took charge easily, her voice commanding, casually marshaling the violence necessary to inspire fearful obedience - and to show that she could back up her threats. She wielded a crackling crimson blade, a weapon that cast a bloody glow over her waves of dark hair. It was not unlike the first lightsaber that The Mongrel had ever seen in person, the lightsaber that had nearly severed his leg on Batuu. A pang of painful memory ran through the injured limb.

Yes, this young woman had more power than first appearances showed.

Ignorant of, and apathetic to, the vagaries of politics and conspiracy that were playing out in the shadows around him, The Mongrel advanced. It did not take long to reach the walkway that crossed to the outer platform where the Jedi-led strike force had landed; the entire facility was not large, having survived in the days of the hard-pressed Imperial Remnant mostly by avoiding detection. The doors of the hangar building slid open, and the wave of defenders just in front of the marauder warleader rushed in, determined to claim glory by being the first to kill the Alliance interlopers. Bold, but foolish.

The Mongrel's ocular augmentations flashed dark, becoming polarized lenses as the flashbang went off ahead of him; it was probably far enough away that it wouldn't have blinded him, but he was glad for the automatic flash-dampers regardless, just in case the Alliance forces tried the tactic again. He knew the nonlethal but disorienting weapons to be effective; he had used them himself on several occasions, including the raid on Outlander Station, because light and sound were not attacks that Jedi could deflect with their laser-swords. It was at least as effective on a mass of incoming marauders.

That golden lightsaber flashed, and GA blasters rang out.

As the stunned slave-soldiers fell, the enemy strike force advanced. Beneath his durasteel mask, The Mongrel grinned. The blind Jedi with the aurodium blade - the perfect man to use a flash weapon. This would be interesting. This particular mage-knight had been a thorn in the Maw's side since the very beginning... and yet The Mongrel had never faced him in person. Batuu, Jakku, Crakull, Csilla, Ilum, Outlander Station, they had both been present at all these clashes and more, and yet they had been like starships passing in hyperspace, never even catching a glimpse of one another. Until now.

If Aaran Tafo died here, a persistent irritant would at last be destroyed.

The Mongrel paused at the edge of the walkway, watching the Jedi advance. He harbored no illusions that he could actually kill the man on his own; it would be impressive enough if he could merely survive against the veteran battlemaster, who knew the tricks of the Maw better than almost anyone. But he did not have to be the one to make the kill. Kyrel Ren walked here, and the young woman with that crackling crimson blade. All The Mongrel had to do was hold the Jedi and his forces, keep them back until the Brotherhood evacuated their supplies from the platform... and brought Force-users to bear.

"You dog at our heels like a rabid kath hound, Jedi," The Mongrel bellowed, his booming voice amplified but metallically distorted by his mask. "It must be tiring to pursue us across the galaxy year after year, forever too late to stop the inevitable. I'm sure you could use a rest. " He stepped forward, lowering his scattergun from where he'd casually leaned it against his shoulder and slapping it into firing position. "Come here, and I'll put you to sleep." The marauder pulled the trigger... but not the weapon's main trigger, for it had two: one for the scattergun, and one for the underbarrel launcher.

After all, Tafo was still well outside optimal scattergun range.

As a man who had faced Jedi often, and this knew well their ability to adapt to and defeat nearly every type of attack, The Mongrel was forever innovating. He had tried all sorts of weapons against the saber-wielders, from anesthetic gas to directed sonic attacks to razor tripwires, each with varying degrees of success. His latest experiment was with energy bolas, weapons he had seen used by bounty hunters and some police forces. Three energized shock plates, connected by flexible metal cables, spun out of the bulky underbarrel launcher and streaked toward where the Jedi stood, whirring like a propeller.

At the same time, the raiders following The Mongrel opened fire.

If the Jedi tried to parry the bolas with his lightsaber, they would either entangle the weapon or be cut apart by it... in which case the spinning shock plates might still strike him, full of enough voltage to stun a charging reek, or fly past him and strike some of the troopers behind him with equal effect. If he dodged the attack with that supernatural Jedi speed, the weapon would certainly slam full force into the soldiers behind him on the narrow walkway. He might be able to seize it with his telekinesis before it struck anyone, but with an incoming volley of marauder blasterfire, that might leave his defenses open.

Seeing what the Jedi came up with to survive was always fascinating.

 

[Marlon Sularen]

KRIL'DOR , MID RIM
Mawite Occupied Platform
Objective | Execute Operation Hammerhead

"Sir , the Alliance Strike Force has punched through out defenses , they are only a Platform away from you"
"Our Surveillance Ships in the system have detected a GADF Naval Task Force on route to support the Strike Force"
"Our sources on Bilbringi indicate that Vel'alari hasn't left the Planet as of now."
"Sir...Sir...Sir"

This was a bit too overwhelming for the Grand Overseer. Already the GADF Strike Team had bypassed the Outer Defenses undetected and now they had punched through the Mawite Lines of Defense with a small Platform being the only thing standing in the way of the Jedi-led GADF Strike Team and the Central Command Platform where Sularen stood. With no sings of Vel'alari showing up and now news of an incoming GADF Naval Task Force , Sularen was no longer safe here within the Central Command Platform and he need to find safer ground now that the GADF Strike Team were seemingly converging on his position.

Then a Nearby PROXY Droid soon arrived at Sularen's Chambers with the Droid soon transmitting the image of the High Regent of the Final Dawn , Derix Tirall.

"Blackmail only works if you don't get caught.Instruct whatever warships we have in the system to be prepared to depart within a moments notice with or without you and If the worst happens, and the Alliance discovers our secrets here- you will destroy this droid, and..."

"I'm sure that will not be necessary High Regent. Rest assured , Vel'alari will join the Final Dawn one way or another or my name isn't Marlon Sularen. Regarding the Galactic Alliance i have a plan to deal with their Pathetic Strike Force here on Kril'Dor , using myself as bait i've already managed to lure them in a trap within minutes i will soon proceed to wipe out their entire task force here on Kril'Dor."

Once Sularen finished talking , Colonel Rackham soon moved forth to speak up. "Sir , with all due respect it would be unwise to remain here within the Central Command Platform. The Strike Team is closing in on our position." Sularen nodded in approval fully aware that their position had already been compromised "You're right Colonel. Our position here has been compromised and we are no longer safe here , that's why we are going to evacuate this Platform and move into a safer position onboard my Flagship" Sularen then turned to a pair of his Crimson Guards. "Prepare my Shuttle" Then he took out a commlink contacting the Captain of his Flagship , the Predator. "Captain , execute Phase One of Operation Hammerhead"

Things were about to get even more interesting and Sularen was ready to turn the tide against the small GADF Task Force and remind them that despite losing his throne he was still a force to be reckoned with. One day he would return to the Core Worlds and this time he would do things right. What happened today would be nothing more then a prelude to what was to happen next.

Tag | Allyson Locke | Kat Decoria | Grand Moff Vel'alari | Liedran Kathause | Aaran Tafo | Derix Tirall | Kyrel Ren | Astrea
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[Ahrris]

A H R I S S | NEW SITH ORDER
Coruscant
Allyson Locke | IVI
Dalton Crowder | Maou | Adhira Chandra | Aerarii Tithe | Shoma Ike
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Senatorial Aide Aleai Acta of the Dahrtag system woke up from a wild night of partying inside the empty waiting chambers of the Metellos delegation, a straightforward oval room with two lavish benches around a central table. This was not where he expected to find himself when he finally managed to wrest open his eyes again. Last thing he knew he'd been stumbling back to his apartment near the galactic opera house, through a crowded street late into the morning with, perhaps, a few too many colourful drinks on his tab.

It had been cause for celebration, however. That day he'd received his promotion from Senatorial Secretary to full Aide to Senator Sy. His new boss had sawn it fit to take his latest Aide on a wild journey through many of Coruscant's most highly rated nightclubs. So far the events made sense.

What Senatorial Aide Aleai Acta did not understand, however, was why he found himself inside the Senate building, and within the private waiting chambers of a wholly different delegation from the one he was employed by. And what was even more curious was the black case lying on the table before him, opened and containing an unassembled blaster rifle.

He was about to stand up and call for the nearest guard when he noticed a strange sensation in his mouth. A small spherical something was stuck between his gum and the flesh just below his lip. He poked at it with his tongue when a sudden compulsion overcame him.

"I will take the blaster," he mumbled in delirium.

A moment later, he screwed together the barrel, stock, and body of the rifle. The oversized blaster was more than half his size and sat awkwardly in his hands. He blinked to awareness, suddenly repulsed by the weapon, but another compulsion wormed its way into his thoughts.

"I will open the door and find the senator," he mumbled again.

As though he were a marionette, he danced out of the bench with a twist and started towards the door with almost robotic movements. He flipped the blaster's activation switch and placed it on the lowest tibanna yield on his way to the controls. A tap of the controls opened the door with a swoosh.

Opposite the platform, a dozen and a half rows lower was the pod belonging to the Senator in question.

Another compulsion rattled Senatorial Aide Aleai Acta's mind, and he shouldered the weapon, placing the Senator's shoulder into his crosshair. A moment later the trigger was pulled, and the shot rang out through the senate floor. A single orange bolt flew directly towards Senator DARKCOM .

The Senatorial Aide blinked to awareness again. His eyes widened as he saw the scene before him. A glacial sensation shot through his spine and his body felt unbearably heavy. The horror of what he'd just done began to dawn on him. His breath hitched in his throat.

Another shove struck his psyche. This time violently. Without hesitating Senatorial Aide Aleai Acta bit down on the orb in his mouth. Moments later he fell dead.

The cause of death was a highly aggressive neurotoxin the Senator had taken after the assassination attempt, as had been his orders. Years of work put into climbing the ranks had finally paid off for the thoroughly fictitious extremist branch of the Church of the Jedi he was affiliated with. On his body was a small data unit with only a brief string of bits and their identifying metadata that would lead to a specific Chiss director's office stored.

::/In-Stream:
::/<Take the shot.>
::/In-Stream terminate

::|Datastream terminate

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A toothsome grin edged its way onto Ahriss' jaws. He finally released the meditation amulet he'd been holding, bathed in sweat and thoroughly exhausted from the intensity of the effort. He fell backward onto the cushion in the meditation sphere far out from the Corusca System, and decided it would be a good time to rest.

 

[Coren Starchaser]

Explorers. That was what Coren had found himself working with, or who, really, since the collapse of everything, and his return to the galaxy at large. Living the married life and having other Jedi to help shepherd, he was fine with his less-than-crusading lifestyle. He missed the thrill of the fight sometimes, but that wasn’t what it was to be a Jedi. Connecting with the Force, pushing back the darkness however you could, or expanding the Light, that was part of it. Being there to mediate, to learn to use the Force in new ways was part of it.

Even then, he was working on helping move Jedi around the galaxy. The sudden quiet from the Sith governments gave him pause, but it was still up to him to help the Jedi move around the galaxy and help them learn from their history. The group here, he understood, was to make their ways beyond the Alliance space, into space that was fairly well known by Coren himself. It was going to be good, but there were plenty of Jedi worlds out there, and he wanted to make sure care was taken.

He understood from his research that an old brother in arms, Atlas Drake was part of this team, that was a good sign. Looking at his droid, he smiled. “I know, its definitely a work of mechanical art. I am hoping to be able to speak to Drake or Admiral Stazi to get a posting, or at least a sometimes-posting aboard. What do you say, little buddy?”

 

[Kathryn Foster]

Location: ANV Pegasus
Objective: II - lead said air support
Tags: Liedran Kathause , Marlon Sularen , The Mongrel , open (especially GA pilots)!

Situation Room

With the grey high-tech helmet under her arm, colonel Foster stood at ease in her flight gear among the rest of the gathered officers listening to the mission briefing. If she was to lead both strike teams, she was leading from the front. She had been very specific about that request, and would have not let go of it that easily. Every one of her earlier superiors knew that, and probably commodore Kathause too by now. Kathryn was still very honored of the appointment to Commander Air Group, but if liked the varying challenges of having a more strategic role, she still thrived in a cockpit. Just as much as she had done in the Academy. Boy, that felt like ages ago.

Rumors had spread through the system of what was going on at Kril'Dor. Despicable actions conducted by the Brotherhood, partially directed to and directly affecting the civilian population on the planet. Terrible war crimes that would never be forgotten nor forgiven. Though, hate led to nowhere and everyone of the officers listening to the commanders speech was professionals and able to close out personal feelings when conducting missions, even if it was a hard thing to do sometimes.

''Roger that, commodore.'' Foster confirmed with a nod, leaving the situation room as soon as the commodore dismissed them.

Main Hangar of ANV Pegasus. Post-briefing.

Kathryn scrolled through the preflight checklist, checking every step one by one. She could do it without the manual, but it was also standard procedure and as much as whe had been a wild card in her earlier days she was not careless. The distinct shape and sharp edges of the T-77 Talon Stealth Interceptor stood out in the hangar bay among all the X-wings and other Alliance ships that inhabitated the Pegasus.

<''Shiver Leader. Searchlight Leader. Regal Leader. Report status.''> she requested plainly over the comms. Each one of them reported in that they were good to go on her mark.

<''Alright, people. You have been briefed and have all the necessary protocols available in your flight computers. I'm just going to pass on the commodores final words - no heroes.''> she continued and silently knew she was also telling herself that. No heroes. Admiral Hayes would have burst out in one of his sarcastic chuckles if he had heard that. She let that sink in for a moment and the comms went quiet.

<''To me, you all are individual heroes of the Alliance and... I'm proud to be your commander.''> she made a short pause, keeping herself from getting emotional just speaking the truth. <''But let us all be one today. One hero and one air support to be reckoned with. Let's go and help our ground forces and the jedi free Kril'Dor, and get rid or the scum that are unlawfully occupying it.''>

The answers varied over the comms, some confirming by simply a boosted ''yes, ma'am.'' to cheers that made her smile behind the oxygen mask.

Very soon, the starfighter squadrons picked for this mission was on their way to the planet but kept their designated distance and on standby for any air support request from the ground.

 

[Seto Du Couteau]

Seto Du Couteau, Senator of Empress Teta
Objective: Scrutiny of the Light
Location: Coruscant, Senate Chambers
Action: Listening, Attempting to find safety
Attire

Seto silently tapped away on his data-pad, the whole scenario before him felt more akin to grandstanding and public relations. With some points added to polls across the Alliance on if they felt the Jedi could be trusted. And with the Senator of Corellia and Kuat making more noise it would add fuel to the fires of hatred. Plus with Senator Fossk voicing his rather emotional argument against them. The young Du Couteau heir slightly eyed the other Senators across the chambers, their quiet murmurs and many with concerned looks. Fear contaminated the conversation, fear and with these Senators rattling their spears for justice.

“Retributive Justice.” Seto corrected himself as he mused wearily. Originally he had no intention to speak towards his peers. The Committee of Force Affairs would no doubt have many sleepless nights in the foreseeable future. To think I almost volunteered to join. The sheer amount of data-slate work and research nearly sent shivers down his spine. He had enough to deal with back on Teta with the growing discontent among the Nobles and Corporate Leaders. Carefully Seto relaxed into his seat, the Senator Pods weren’t known for the most comfortable cushions but perhaps it was by design. To keep us from sitting on our butts all day.

Turning his attention to the rest of the discussion, he hoped with the Vice Chancellor and later Senator Tagge pushing to allow the Committee of Force Affairs to handle the rest this session would wrap up quickly. After all it was becoming not just polarizing among the Senators but the line was being drawn in the sand. With the dissolution of the Sith Empire and several other factions of Sith seemingly falling along the wayside, whatever danger the Jedi might present to the Alliance would now have the full focus of the Alliance. The Danger of giving Committee Members endless litigations and Appeals to deal with honestly.

An unsettling shiver ran down Seto’s spine, perhaps his passive connection to the Force was attempting to warn him. But before he even gave thought to what he sensed, a sound of blaster fire broke his concentration. Quickly he turned towards the noise and braced himself. Eyes shifting everywhere and Seto figuring that it would be better to leave the wide open Senate Chambers.

He even focused on a few specific Senators from his own Corporate Party. Let’s make sure they don’t attempt something in the Market. From explosions back on his planet, this singular blaster bolt hardly fazed him, but what worried him more were the implications afterwards. It hardly mattered on the target of the attack, just that the attack happened while the Senate were discussing possible futures of the New Jedi Order.
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|| Aerarii Tithe | Dalton Crowder | Julius Loghain | Maou | DARKCOM | Dagon Kaze | Brama Tagge | Miona Anden | Shoma Ike ||

 

[DARKCOM]

Aerarii Tithe | Brama Tagge | Dalton Crowder | Julius Loghain | Maou | Miona Anden | Shoma Ike | Ahrris​

The Elder Jedi readied himself to speak once more, to reason with the divide growing between the senate on action moving forward. He opened his mouth but did not manage to utter a word before his preternatural senses failed him, alerting him only when it was too little too late.

The single orange bolt soared across the Senate Rotunda on a collision course with the elder statesman. The well executed shot hit it’s mark immediately, searing into the collar bone and upper pectoral of the Epochian. He felt the pain immediately course through him, his motor functions failed him and the body proceeded to go numb as he collapsed inside the confines of his senate pod.

He faded in and out, grasping at the confines of his pod as he heard shouting around him. He knew not what would happen next..