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Dominion From A Certain Perspective... | SJC Dominion of Emberlene

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Background:

Once a hostile expansionist power, during the Clone Wars, Emberlene's imperialist designs for its neighbors were thwarted and homeworld sacked. After the crippling defeat, Emberlene became isolationist in poverty, ruled by oligarchs known as the Eleven Elders. While it had been the imperialistic ambitions of the Eleven that had led to Emberlene's devastation, they were able to avoid accountability by successfully spreading lies about the origins of the conflict, blaming their neighbors and the Galactic Empire as the aggresors. This was to be one of the first of many propaganda campaigns enacted by the Eleven to maintain their stranglehold on the planet.

Over the centuries, Emberlene would slowly recover, but the Eleven's power over the populace only seemed to grow as they could direct new wealth into technologies for mass surveillance and social engineering. During this time, the role of the Mistryl Shadow Guard expanded, working domestically as secret police to supplement domestic security forces. Aside from a select few government officials and vetted individuals that conducted commerce or mercenary work on behalf of Emberlene, everyone was kept in the dark about the greater galaxy.

Fast forward to now, and the totalitarian policies have become untenable. The xenocidal Bryn'adûl have cut a bloody path through Hutt Space, on a direct collision course toward systems like Emberlene which sit at it borders. While working as mercenaries aboard, Shadow Guards have clashed directly with the Bryn several occasions during their (doomed) employers' bids to save their worlds, experiencing the horrors of the Bryn first hand.

These Mistryl have petitioned their leaders to act and align with the great powers abroad to survive the threat, but the machinery of the bloated police state moves slow as the members of Eleven fear their power being compromised if the people discovered the extent of their propaganda drives.

In desperation, rebellious element of the Shadow Guard, security forces, and even the Eleven itself have embark on a coup against the Reactionary factions to save Emberlene from a growing existential threat nearing their borders.

They enlist the aid of Silver Jedi Concord, promising military assistance against the Bryn in exchange for helping them remove problematic leadership impeding their defense. The Mistyrl slice into the early warning systems, giving the SJC a small window to slip into orbit with a small flotilla and strike teams to assist the Emberlene rebels in space.


Objectives:


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Objective 1: Shield Gate (Combat - Boarding)​

The centerpiece of their police state, the Eleven employ a specially modified orbital based shield generator that not only protects the planet with a constant barrier (powered by wireless charging power stations planetside), but also block incoming transmissions across the spectrum, and restrict movement on and off world. Communications and travel are funneled through the shield gate and its comm arrays for easier control.

Under the cover of fighter escort, strike teams in shuttles and other boarding vehicles are rocket toward the station to help friendly Rebel infiltrators on board seize the space station without destroying it - the deflector shield is still crucial to the defense of the planet against the Bryn.

The rebels request that the Concord attempt to minimalize causalities by employing non-lethal takedown methods where possible (e.g. stun shots, glop grenades). Boarders are expected to face regular Emberlene marines, the more elite Shadow Guard commanders, and security droids.

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Objective 2: Sol Protocol (Combat - Fleeting/Dogfighting)

The Eleven house all political dissidents aboard a roving cruiser sized barge that travels outside the edges of the system under the protection of a dedicated flotilla. Prisoners include General Kulath, once a prominent Shadow Guard and member of the Eleven, she was ousted and imprisoned for working to loosen some control of the rest of the Elder Council over the people of Emberlene as she found such micromanagement counterproductive to long term development. Kulath was one of the most gifted warriors and commanders of the Mistryl, so her recovery would be a great boon to their military, and her influence as a former Eleven would give the rebel movement legitimacy.

Rebels feed information to a Concord about its flight path for intercept, with the aim to safely disable the prison barge and neutralize its escorts before Sol Protocol can be enacted - slamming the barge straight into the sun.

As with the operation aboard the Shield Gate, rebels request concord forces prioritize disabling Emberlene ships and fighters rather than destroy them outright, so they can be recovered for use against future threats.

The initial size of the enemy flotilla will be small, but over time, reinforcements may be called in from around the system. It's recommended that at least one friendly interdictor be present in an Concord force to prevent hyperjumps by the prison barge.

Initial enemy fleet comp:

((Feel free to take liberties with enemy NPCs, though I will periodically reply to offer feedback from the Eleven and toss in some wrenches here and there.))
 

From A Certain Perspective


Objective: 1
Location: Boarding Shuttle
Notable Equipment: Lightsaber | Personal Light Armor | Mantellian Vambraces | FF-CAR1
Tags: Ki'an Vizsla Ki'an Vizsla | Alana Calloway


Defending the innocent from a corrupt regime? Tale as old as time. A tale that Cas happened to love being a character in, although, he was disappointed on what role he had to play within this tale. Piloting, especially dogfighting, allowed Cas to tap into a frequency of the Force that enabled him to run on a metaphorical autopilot of sorts - ridding him of his chronic overthinking. Unfortunately, he was stuck with the boarding party and to make matters worse, his friend Ki'an Vizsla Ki'an Vizsla whose family he had failed to rescue was part of the boarding party. He really didn't need that wound opened back up.

As the shuttle neared the station during the small window they had, Cas' fingers gripped the shuttle's handle straps tightly before he directed his body and gaze to the rest of the boarding party. "Hey, this is definitely not your captain speaking but -- remember, we take these guys out non-lethally. Set your weapons to stun... and all that." the Jedi Knight ordered nonchalantly as he waved his left hand in the same manner as his tone, being authoratitve wasn't something he necessarily enjoyed.
 
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Objective 1 - Mistryl's Cleaning House

Phalsi had not returned since her last venture to her home. To the planet that had exiled her in her teens for an act of rebellion and sheer stupidity. The Mistryl's had remedied that exile, along with the stipulation of attaining the rank of knight for her freedom. Now they asked her fealty in exchange of this freedom and for their involvement in her lenient sentence so early in her life.

She had used the small window of information gap to get her ship to the orbiting shield station from planet side. She hadn't returned for months to Concord space, being shown the training and teaches of the Mistryl's that had been allowed of her. They were secretive, but also paranoid. Those among them doing the ground work had been titled flowers, and the handlers between each had been called Gardeners. Each cell operating in what was simply called flower beds, the structure of each subject to change at a moments notice given the circumstances needed to complete a job.

Each operated independent of one another, information flowing at a need to know basis rather than freely flowing between to keep internal conflict from disrupting the Mistryl's as a whole. And to flush out sympathizers.

The station she traveled to held these sympathizers, and something her handler had directed her to deal with.

With gusto.

The cloak wrapped about her, the ship docking as a security detail approached with weapons drawn. The request for clearance was made as Phalsi looked to each and wondered what their lives were like. Wondered if they knew why she was here. Wondered quietly if her soul could live with the price of her return from exile or if it would consume her.

A second request for clearance was made, the four blasters leveled to her as dual lightsabers ignited and cut into the first pair of guards. A pair of yelps cut through the dock as the second pair opened fire and clipped the cloak. Shorting out its capabilities as she dropped low and spun forward. The blades cut through legs and torsos, the feeling of guilt washing over her as she stood and shut off the blades.

The Concord would learn of this no doubt. Would have opinions and harsh feelings on the matter. But she was willing to pay those prices if it meant she could see her parents again. To be recognized as their daughter once more without having to hide on the planet for crimes a rebellious teenager had committed. To not hear them say she had died in their eyes so long ago and that her efforts had been for nothing.

She walked through the bay, locking her shuttle down before slicing the door and locking it down as well.

There was hunting to be done and blood to be spilled.
 

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This was sure to be interesting. Aayla had left a little bit of the nice girl at home today. As Phalsi Drynchen Phalsi Drynchen approached the initial checkpoint; she had been behind. Waiting in line so to speak, observing the situation she maintained her anonymity. Just a girl trying to get aboard the one main hub of commerce, and travel in the system. Even as the other sliced through the guards, she gritted her teeth; glancing briefly to )insert yoself) who was at her right with a look of concern. All the same, she stepped forward, feeling whatever notion they had of secrecy, or anonymity had just been shattered. Pushing past the people that quite frankly had nothing to do with the overall picture, the padawan would move to within about nine feet of the other, drawing her saber from her side.

"What the hell is the matter with you!?"

Aayla barked, not slowing her gait, moving to a lateral position with the other, but not yet igniting her saber. Eyes locked on the other then, whether her eyes were visible, she would still train her focus on what the other would be able to perceive as their face.

"No one is supposed to get hurt..."

Aayla continued, gray hues traveling to the downed security guards, missing limbs; some unconscious, some screaming in pain as others already scrambled away to likely trigger alarms and alert the others of the savage attack that had just occurred. Even still, she didn't slow, as she had her own mission...

She stepped past, if the others face was visible, she would commit it to memory; of course she made the mistake of assuming blue lightsaber meant friendly, though she also wasn't dumb enough to bypass the fact the other had just permanently disfigured the people they were there to help, whether or not they wanted it...


Even still, she had inadvertently revealed the SJC to someone who probably wasn't apart of it, moving to break into sprint after the few guards that had gotten away.

They ran behind a security door, closing it, or at least attempting too. Her sprint was broken into a slide, getting under the door just as it shut closed, and engaging in a melee combat. Quickly, she dispatched the two guards that engaged her, moving around the corner, and reaching out into the Force to quite literally pull the third away from the alarm button. As he landed, she leveled a solid punch against his head; not only denting his helmet, but knocking him unconscious.

After it was done, she slid into one of the seats that controlled all the security for checkpoint one. Fingers moving up the press against the left side of her face, and onto the XJ9 HoloLink, sending a brief message to anyone on the Concords radio channels.

"Checkpoint one is secure, you guys need to vet these padawans better. This girl is cutting peoples arms off..." Aayla continued, spotting the flotilla on the map, and pinging them as friendly.. That being done, their full fighting force had an easy way in, though Aayla wasn't done there....



She rolled the chair she sat on across the way, accessing the computer feed to again locate the girl she had passed on the way in Phalsi Drynchen Phalsi Drynchen . Call her paranoid, but she had a feeling that woman didn't come with them.

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Objective 1

A steady income provided by the Concord at least offered some stability in his otherwise chaotic life. It was logically the next step in his relationship with the Jedi and he wasn't alone. The contracting of Mandalorians en masse had resulted in the recent union of the two groups, allowing them to benefit from mutual protection and support. Their assistance in liberating the people of Emberlene was the first time the Covenant had been called upon but time would tell just how beneficial the alliance truly was.

Ki'an sat with the trio of Mandalorians that formed part of their group. They had been chatting, joking occasionally but largely keeping to themselves. Their relationship with the Jedi was in its early stages and there was still a lot of pride to overcome and trust that needed to be earned. Ordinarily, Ki'an would've paid closer attention to his Jedi friend, wanting to ensure his wellbeing, but since that fateful day he had become relatively successful at shutting out the most damaging of emotions - though at the cost of the potential neglect of his friend and ally.

Once they neared their destination and began the docking, the Mandalorian rose from his seat and approached Cas with a friendly smile, his helmet under his arm. "Sounds like a very polite anarchy." He half-joked before placing his helmet on.

Cadere Cadere Alana Calloway
 
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Alana Calloway

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Objective: 1
Location: Boarding Shuttle

Alana didn't usually take contracts for the big names out in the buisness. After all, getting involved with factions and loyalties didn't bode well for the free market. But this was alot of credits they were talking about, and she couldn't just let such a thing go. She hadn't brought her entire arsenal to this shin dig, but she had made sure to stock up on her chems before stepping on board. One of which she was enjoying now. It wasn't easy, but with carefully positioning, she could enjoy a deathstick from within the confines of her combat armor. Though she thought herself clever, it was fairly obvious to those around her that there was smoke leaking out of her suit filters.

Not that she would have cared, she was keeping to herself for the most part. Glancing to the rest of her team, she had to wonder just what exactly their chances were looking like. She had to assume they weren't exactly in their favor.

The words of Cadere Cadere knocked her out of her smoke break however, as the startled huntress inhaled just one breath too much, and began to cough as a consequence. Her armor lowered, releasing the small cloud of smoke she had accused as she tried to clear her lungs, her little ruse having faltered. Steadying herself, she could already feel several eyes being leveled upon her. So much for starting mission on the right foot. "Hey, eyes to yourself boys. It ain't polite to stare." She started, letting her spent deathstick fall to the floor, the armor concealing her Echani features before she earned more gawkers.

Slinging her new shotgun into position, she unfolded the stock, feeling the pump release in her hand. The high and adrenaline were starting to mix, and the cowgirl was having one heck of a trip right now. Hell, she might even forget to collect her pay slip after today.

Ki'an Vizsla Ki'an Vizsla Cadere Cadere
 
Objective Two:

Dalyrake-series Interdictor Frigate Green Dragon, somewhere near the Emberlene system

"Updates from the rest of our forces?"

"Still moving into position sir."

The admiral nodded and wrinkled his nose, attempting to block out of stench of ozone that suffused the bridge. Mere hours ago, the Green Dragon had been the property of a pirate group that had attempted to raid a convoy of refugees trying to make their way to Concordian space. A quick and unevenly matched battle with the Silver Tide had quickly brought laid low its former crew. If only we could get rid of the smell as quickly as we could get rid of its pirate owners...He spared a glance at Ariela, who was occupying an equally blaster scored chair for the ship's communication's officer.

"No new bulletins on the ship's capture. It seems like our censoring attempts have worked so far."

"Do you think we get the Eleven to take the bait?"

"I can't imagine that they'll want to let wanted pirates wander around their space. But people can be unpredictable...we might not be a high enough priority as pirates, or maybe they worked out some sort of deal together in the past that we don't know about. Nothing we can do about that though."

Gir glumly nodded, "Unfortunately so."

"Course is calculated sir," announced the baritone voice of the ship's new helmsman.

"We just have to wait until everyone is in position then..."
 
Objective One: Boarding Party
Silvers and Psychos: Cadere Cadere Phalsi Drynchen Phalsi Drynchen Aayla Shan Aayla Shan Ki'an Vizsla Ki'an Vizsla Alana Calloway

The time it took for the shuttle to make it's journey wasn't long, but it sure felt like it. Sat with the rest of the boarding party, Varn couldn't help but count the minutes as they grew closer and closer to their target. Slowly but surely -or just slowly- the distance to the Shield Gate diminished. Funny, really. Most people wouldn't be eager to get into a fight that might well prove their last. Yet, here he was, wishing the shuttle pilot would pick up the pace, if just a little.

Varn knew full well that the pilot was doing their best. No doubt the fighters covering their approach were doing what they could, too.

All the same, by the time the boarding finally began in earnest, the knight was all but ready to grab a VAC suit and take a walk outside. 'Course, that had it's risks too, but at least he would've been doing something.
Anything's better than being idle, he thought. When the time came to stand, the zabrak was forced to wait a few moments longer as they docked. He took the time to gauge his companions, get their measure. Apart from Cadere Cadere and the two knights accompanying him, he did not know the others. The three Mandalorians, the mercenary with the smoking habit. They were all strangers to the Jedi. Still, he felt confident in their abilities, trusted that they knew their business as well as he did.

Over the boarding party's closed channel, a familiar feminine voice spoke. Smiling slightly, Varn's gaze grew a touch more stony at the news Aayla Shan Aayla Shan shared. So, the forerunner he hadn't known about was neck-deep in trouble and making a mess. The news didn't surprise him as much as it should have. Moving to stand near Cas and one of the Mandalorians, Varn couldn't help ask, "Who left the padawan unsupervised?"
 
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Objective: BYOO
Tagging: Mi'la Undari

If only things could go according to plan.

Sakadi moved through the crowd that had gathered with the grace of a dancer. Thousands of people, from Humans to Bith, had gathered on the plaza to witness what was about to happen. A desperate and bold move by the eleven to set an example. One that the Concord hadn't anticipated. She and her Padawan were merely lucky to have already been on the surface when the announcement came.

Well, perhaps lucky was not the right word. For now, it was up to them to stop this madness. By force, if necessary.

Her gaze shifted to the swiftly constructed stage on the far end of the plaza. She caught glimpses of the figures who stood on the stage, surrounding the diabolical construct that drew the attention of the people. She couldn't tell how many soldiers were guarding it. She was of short stature, and the crowd was massive. She couldn't tell through her connection to the Force either. There were simply too many beings, with too many thoughts. All asking questions, all uneasy and all on the precipice of fear.

"Mi'la, we have to hurry…"
 

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Objective: BYOO

Tagging: Sakadi Marathi Sinvala Sakadi Marathi Sinvala

While not as graceful as her master, she had fewer limbs to risk being tangled up in the mess of bodies. Still, it required a far bit of focus from the padawan; who was still adjusting to her return to action as of late. She moved as a stream flowing through rocks, brushing shoulders with others, though not enough to slow her advance. In a way, it was like training. Save that this time someone's lives was at risk, and her master was depending on her to pull through this time. She didn't intend on failing this time. Sakadi's voice rang in her head, as if to spur her on, though the Twi'lek hardly needed motivation to press the chase. 'Yes master.' Came the response from the padawan.

Mi'la herself had been on the block before, though not on such a display as this, she had been the subject of humiliation and brutality before. A week on Vjun had seen to that. Regardless, there was a job to do here, and a prisoner that needed saving. As they neared the plaza however, many questions came to the Twi'leks mind. Such as how would they spring this rescue, and what would they do about the guards? They would need an escape route, and quick.

Hopefully she could come up with something in the next five minutes, or this whole ordeal was going to get real interesting, real quick.
 
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Objective: BYOO
Tagging: Mi'la Undari

The pair steadily progressed through the crowd, managing to cross at least one third of the plaza with relative ease. The Jedi Master wasn't actively paying attention, instead recalling old missions and memories to think of a plan. An action they could take besides brandishing their lightsabers - although it become more and more apparent to her that another outcome was nigh-impossible…

"Can you see anything? I can't tell how many guards there are" She communed through the Force, eyes narrowed and focused on the stage. It didn't seem like anything was happening yet. If they got too close before they brought the condemned on the stage, chances were that things would escalate. The Jedi Master had expected this to be a diplomatic mission on the surface, one that would immediately take place the minute their forces occupied the station. Thus, she was in full ceremonial attire; snow white robes with silver decoration. It wouldn't take much for the guards to notice the striking white under her brown, hooded cloak.

Then, she caught a glimpse of movement on the stage. It was followed by a large holoscreen that flickered on for everyone on the plaza to see. "If you happen to be able to fly, now would be a good time to reveal it.." she commented, concern clearly audible in her disembodied voice.
 

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Tagging: Sakadi Marathi Sinvala Sakadi Marathi Sinvala

Unfortunately, Sakadi was having the same trouble as herself in this moment. She was too short to see much more. 'No master, though I'm sure we'll think of something.' She responded, her head craning of something to use for elevation, though aside from a few power pylons, it seemed unlikely there would be a better view to obtain here. Whipping out lightsabers certainly wouldn't bode well for them here. Having come as part of Sakadi's entourage, Mi'la had dressed rather nicely, a white tunic and cloak adorned her form, the cloak resting over her missing limb, though to an unsuspecting viewer the Twi'lek seemed to be a civil servant in her appearance. When matched with Sakadi, they paired up nicely. Sadly, their fashions statements wouldn't help them here. While Sakadi spotted movement on the stage, Mi'la saw movement up above; a lone guard's head appeared over a vantage point, seemingly taking a gander over the crowd in attendance. Which gave the padawan an idea.

At one point, she felt reasonably certain that she could fly if she had both limbs available, but there was another solution to their problem perhaps. 'Master, a moment.' She started, as the Twi'lek focused on the guard, and closed her eyes. She had practiced reaching into minds before, nothing intrusive, but merely seeing surface thoughts. But within those surface thoughts, shallow as puddles compared to the massive depths of the mind, one could glance reflections in the mirror of a strangers mind; sometimes even see the world through their eyes, even if only for a moment.

At once, Mi'la could see the stage, several guards dotted not only the stage, but the surrounding buildings. Around that stage it was guarded as well, but all appeared lightly armored, save for two of the rooftop guards. All together, Mi'la counted ten in total, two on the roofs, four on stage, six around a perimeter. Then just as soon as the sight had come to her, it faded. A tad discomforted by the experience, Mi'la looked to her master, flashed of the image would reach the mind of the jedi master, as well as a feeling of pride from her padawan. 'I found ourselves the layout, so what now?' She inquired, feeling a bead of excitement swelling within herself, though a bit of fatigue was soon to follow. She'd have to pace herself, else risk becoming a liability to her master once more.
 
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Objective: BYOO
Tagging: Mi'la Undari

The holographic display that hovered above the stage focused on just one person at first. A woman in her mid fifties, clad in a long black dress. "People of Emberlene. On behalf of the Eleven I thank you for gathering on such short notice." There was no doubt about it. Whoever the woman on stage was, she was most definitely one of the Mystril. "We have you gathered you here this evening to witness the death of one the Eleven have rightfully branded a terrorist." The woman turned, pointing as one older man was forced up on the stage by three guards in reflective armour. "This man. Adran Nyndia, one who once sat among the Eleven, has tried to sabotage our government. He has aided rebels and funded terrorism. Let it be know that the price of these acts… is death." The stern voice echoed through the plaza. The crowd remained silent.

Sakadi clenched her jaw. There was no other way now. They had to engage, and fast. Luckily, Mi'la had found something valuable; information. The imagery shot through her mind, immediately giving her an idea of what they were facing. "We have no choice but to engage. If we get close enough without being spotted, I will draw their fire. Use that opportunity to free Nyndia."
 

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The words of the woman stirred a thread of nervousness in the Twi'lek, as clearly they were running out of time. Thankfully, it seemed her information was the missing piece that her master needed. The accused was having their rites read to them, and that could only mean one thing, after the spectacle the real show would begin; and all their work would be for not. Mi'la began to inch towards the crowd, hearing her masters words, as the padawan began to plan out her movements, focusing the force within herself, as she would need a great deal of power for this next endeavor. 'Yes master, I'll move into position now.' She answered, the wind in the plaza slowly picked up, lightly swaying several banners that hung from the stage.

There was a wave of silence that fell upon the crowd, perhaps eager to see the execution, or perhaps horrified. Mi'la was too occupied to try and read the crowd in this moment. As the essential moment neared, the Twi'lek continued to move closer to the stage, a task made slightly easier by the seemingly stunned silence of the crowd.
 
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Tagging: Mi'la Undari

The moment neared. With more haste than before Sakadi pushed her way forward through the crowd, relying on her cloak to remain relatively unnoticed. That was, until the last hundred meters.

"Bring him forward.

Sakadi reached into the Force, falling into the warm embrace of the Light side. With a twitch of her finger, the Jedi Master gently nudged the people between her and the stage aside. Several surprised voices rose from the crowd as it opened to create a path for the two Jedi. And with the crowd no longer obstructing her vision, she could glance at the bewildered officials on the stage.

She immediately broke into a sprint, igniting her fiery white blade as she shot through the crowd like a lightning bolt. Against the time the Mystril woman had raised her arm, the Sephi had already crossed half the distance between them.

"Shoot her!" Six blasters were raised and six triggers were pulled. Without hesitation, Sakadi leapt up high, avoiding the blasterbolts which slammed into the ground. The momentum carried her forward as Sakadi twisted her body in midair, and landed behind the guards on the stage.

"This is your chance Mi'la." She conveyed, as the crowd erupted into chaos.
 
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Objective 1 (soon Objective 2)

"Fighters closing!" Acaadi called. The four main cannons on his twintail starfighter had been placed with ion weapons, but the rear turret hadn't been. He didn't want to kill pilots if it could be avoided.

"At least the turrets will ease off!" came the reply from his squadron leader. Most of the boarding shuttles had latched onto the station, but they still needed protection whilst people disembarked.

Acaadi dove through the struts connecting the inner and outer rings, with two fighters on his tail. He popped up and squeezed the trigger, laser bolts disabling another turret.
 

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Time seemed to slow for a moment, as Mi'la could feel the power of her master building, and like a primed grenade, she merely needed to wait for it to go off. The power that the padawan was storing reached a zenith, and just as Mi'la went to unleash it, it slipped through her fingers. Instead of a mighty windstorm, she had a small gust of air. Her heart sunk at the misfortune, but she wouldn't let that stop her. If this was what she was to deal with, then so be it. Sakadi gave the signal, and the Twi'lek moved to act.

Taking the force gust, Mi'la launched herself upwards, her hand releasing the gust as she propelled herself towards the stage, her cloak detaching from her tunic as she neared. She could see a blur of movement, the 'zap' of blaster rifles, and could see the stage rapidly approaching her. Mi'la braced, readying herself for a tuck and roll, her lightsaber already in her palm as she made contact with the stage. Landing, the snap of her lightsaber followed, as the padawan was on her feet, rushing towards their VIP. One of the guards on stage loosed a shot towards her; one the Twi'lek narrowly managed to deflect with her saber. Moving quickly, Mi'la released her grip on her saber, the blade whirling in the air, sailing towards the guillotine, the Twi'lek still on a collision course towards the guard that had shot her.

Leaping, Mi'la reeled her leg back, watching in slow motion as the guard began to move, aiming to take another shot at her, though his reflexes were not that of a jedi. Her foot came down on his bracing arm, her elbow coming down on his head, and using the guard as a kick off, she continued her ploy. The saber had completed it's arc, slicing through the top half of the device, putting it's method of death dealing out of commission. Pulling the weapon back to herself, Mi'la was en-route towards their prisoner, mind still trying to piece together what to do next, and how she was going to avoid being shot before a live audience.

It was never a dull moment with Sakadi.
 

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The hell had she gone? Aayla noted only a snippet of her after that, getting up from the rolling chair and adopting her usual hyper-walk. Whisking down the stairs, she was about to hit the corner when her senses seemed to light aflame. Her hand shot up, touching the corner as a blaster bolt whined off of the plating just in front of her. She pressed her back against the wall, eyes closed as she reached out ahead of herself. Three of them, trained on that corner, and likely not interested in talking, considering their allies were visibly unconscious in plain sight.

"The Feth are the guys that helped us get on board, I wonder; hiding in the cafeteria?"


she mumbled, fingers plucking her saber from her waist with an audible clip. She held her weapon in front of her face briefly, channeling the Force through her body, then opening her eyes with a sudden rush of movement. Blue beam of light roaring to life in case one of those shots got close, she front-flipped at an elongated angle, landing on the wall at the opposite end of the hallway with speed.

Step. Step. Step...

By the time the had reacted to her movements, she was on them, Ataru the form used to slice one blaster clean in half, inertia, and momentum used to catch the other's head between her legs, even as she locked him up to bring him to the ground, that saber fell again, disabling yet another blaster, and deactivating the saber in the same moment; with her momentum, she easily flipped him off of his feet, and herself onto her own.

Her boots thudded on the ground, and she left her feet immediately, spring-boarding twice in succession, and landing on the downed individual with a knee. She hadn't wanted to hit him too hard, but the knee crashing into his collar bone did sound... A little overcooked.

The saber was placed on her hip as she moved from her crouched position to land a series of punches on one of the encroaching security guards. Not so much knocking him right out, but crumbling him as she had quite literally beat the air out of his lungs.

She turned on a dime, regarding the final opponent who was diving for the one blaster left, using the Force to recall the weapon into her hands, and level it at him....

"So... You got a keycard for this door right?" she asked with a smirk, upnodding the door that lead to the path she was headed on. The area where the Eleven Elders were located.

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Objective 1 - Mistryl's Cleaning House

There was a look of surprise on her face as someone addressed her with anger. Seemed the silvers had already pushed through, or at least had placed sleepers inside the building. The other silver has a solid description of her now. Which wouldn't help when she made her final return to the temple. She had someone to speak with before this decision. She wouldn't cut her friends out of her life without at least speaking with them.

The other had gone on ahead, letting Phalsi open up the communication line on her wrist device before donning The Mask in anticipation of more people from the silvers seeing her. She threw off the cloak, drawing both sabers as she headed towards the doorway that held her goal. It wasn't the eleven she was after, but it was their protectors.

The echoing steps of boots on metal alerted the guards down the barracks entryway. The raised their blasters in warning as she tilted her head and spoke. "Get out of the way. Mistryl business. I don't need more unnecessary blood on my hands." Her words held a touch of the force in them, the suggestion in her tone not quite heavy enough to garner the Droid response to a command, but enough to have them share a look between them.

"We won't shoot you in the back if you don't stab us in ours." The left one offered, getting a sharp look from the right.

"Deal." The sabers were at her waist before moving beyond them. They did little more than nod, putting their blasters at ease while the door opened and closed behind her.
 
Remain steadfast and you are never without hope


GAME ON YAKHEAD!
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LOCATION: Emberlyne Space
SHIP NAME: ETHEREAL
SHIP CLASS: CARRIER
SHIP CAPTAIN: LIRAM ANGELLUS
COMMAND STAFF

FIGHTER COMPLIMENT: "VOODOO WING"
CALLSIGNS: Captain Angellus "Maverick" is and will always be "Voodoo 1", Commander Rojuh Pouil "Starlight" is "Voodoo 2" Commander Scoht Pouil "Meteor" is "Voodoo 3". Each Squadron leader makes up "Voodoo Wing", their individual squadrons and make-ups are named below.

LONG-RANGE/HIGH-SPEED INTERCEPTION
  1. Voodoo 4(Retribution Squadron)Jackal Class Starfighter
  2. Voodoo 5(Jurat Squadron) Jackal Class Starfighter
  3. Voodoo 6(Retribution Squadron)Jackal Class Starfighter

MULTIPURPOSE SUPERIORITY FIGHTER
  1. Voodoo 7(Razorback Squadron) NC-1 X-Wing
  2. Voodoo 8(Jurist Squadron) NC-1 X-Wing
  3. Voodoo 9(Fi Squadron) NC-1 X-Wing
  4. Voodoo 10(Prac Squadron) NC-1 X-Wing
  5. Voodoo 11(Tic Squadron) NC-1 X-Wing
  6. Voodoo 12(Alcalde Squadron) NC-1 X-Wing
  7. Voodoo 13(Gator Squadron) NC-1 X-Wing
  8. Voodoo 14(Raguel Squadron) NC-1 X-Wing

ATTACK/HIGH-SPEED INTERCEPTION
  1. Voodoo 15(Beak Squadron) RZ-3 A-Wing interceptor
  2. Voodoo 16(Jok Squadron) RZ-3 A-Wing interceptor
  3. Voodoo 17(Kers Squadron) RZ-3 A-Wing interceptor
  4. Voodoo 18(Requital Squadron) RZ-3 A-Wing interceptor
  5. Voodoo 19(Scimitar Squadron) RZ-3 A-Wing interceptor

BOMBERS W ESCORT
  1. Voodoo 20(Que Squadron) Telepath-III strategic bomber
  2. Voodoo 21(M'lud Squadron) Telepath-III strategic bomber
  3. Voodoo 22(Gatto Squadron) Telepath-III strategic bomber
  4. Voodoo 23(Vulcano Squadron) Gregale-class Heavy Fighter

SUPPORT/TRANSPORTS
  1. Voodoo 24(Bulwark Squadron) Cherub Gunship
  2. Voodoo 25(Artillery Squadron) Cherub Gunship
  3. Voodoo 26(Ferret Squadron)Cherub Transport
  4. Voodoo 27(Ferret II Squadron)Cherub Transport
  5. Voodoo 28(Ferret III Squadron)Cherub Transport
ORDERS: Objective 2
WINGMATES: Gir Quee Gir Quee

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The brand new carrier The Ethereal, on her shakedown cruise, dropped out of hyperspace in a snap of light and immediately began launching fighters. Her dedicated launch deck and catapult systems making it easier and faster to bring out all of her available firepower. This was meant to be a training cruise and many of the crew were brash and young, but just as many were a bit frightened, after all this was the first deployment for many of them. That is probably why Captain Angellus made sure to keep the command staff and officers (those who wanted to stay) from "The Liberation" to ease in the process of coming over.

The bridge was as busy as ever. There were not "pits" but "sections" and all were working like mad to keep everything as efficient as they were on the older "Matteus III" class carrier.

"Conn-Helm... successful drop... we're 550,000 kilometers starboard of 'The Green Dragon'."

"Acknowledged, move us into position and await orders," Halpern called out.

"Conn-Tactical, targeting solut*"

"Belay that. Flight Control. I want all birds in the air. Bombers stay in a holding pattern near the ship." Angellus, or "Angel" as some are calling him for his way of getting out of a deadly situation... almost in honor of his ancestor Kam ordered.

"Aye sir. Colonel Telaksta reports her Marines are ready to fly over to that shield gate and help shut it down." Tomas Isaacs responded, his Flight Director.

"Acknowledged. She can get her people going when she wants." He had some authority in that it was his ship and what he says goes, but the transports and Marines were hers. So, no sense worrying about it. "Commo-Conn... contact the good Admiral. Let him know we're in the neighborhood and looking for something to do.

Even in a warzone, they could have a laugh.







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