Mission [GA | NJO] Stopping the Weapon

[Melvain Braxis]

Imperial Mission
"Checking" On the Refinery
Allies: Aoki-Barran Mira | Aschwin Vethres
Enemies: Caedyn Arenais | Caltin Vanagor | Aveline Cuiléin

Lothal. It was a world far outside the reaches of the Empire but important if not for one thing - Doonium. Devestated by the Sith Empire and then the Bryn'adul the world was one of the Scar Worlds, systems of the Outer Rim left abandoned and desolate by the voracious hordes of monsters that sought to burn the Galaxy to a sinder. With the Bryn'adul gone as a central power in the region now the worlds struggled to rebuild or simply survive. Lothal had been a Bryn'adul holdout for some time before vigilantes came and cleared the creatures out. Now Lothal, once a shining example of industry and grit in the Outer Rim struggled to regain even the faintest glimmer of its former glory. The Empire sought to help.

Or at least that was what the Mission was here to say. Over the last few years the Empire had garnered a working business relationship with the sector. Though they were not the ones who had expelled the Bryn'adul from their fields and mines, Imperial ships now patrolled the sector for pirates and bryn'adul remnants, freeing up trade and allowing some sense of normalcy to return to the planet. He'd heard the Empire kept strict travel restrictions on the populous and that working quotas were tough on the bedraggled survivors but not having to be afraid of your farm being raided or your family slaughtered by marauders seemed in exchange seemed to be a fair deal.

It was worlds like this, planets far outside the Empire's reach, that the Imperial Mission served its purpose best. While inside the Empire they seemed nothing more than propaganda machines and secret police, out here in the Roughs they could really do good and really show the Galaxy that, despite current leadership and rumors spread by the Galactic Alliance, the Empire wasn't all bad.

Two Mission Troopers flanked Melvain as he made his way through the refinery. More than some others in the Empire he believed in the power and Will of the Force. He'd heard that Lothal was a powerful vergence, a nexus of power in the Force, and he felt it. He'd felt its power ever since he landed and if that hadn't struck out like it had in centuries past with its legendary Loth-Wolves and their riders then he didn't much see how they could be doing too much wrong here.

And then the claxons began to scream. The refinery shook as a small corvette began to pelt the area with cannon fire.

"Emperor's Iron Bones," Melvain cursed as he steadied himself. He felt it in the Force. A Jedi Strike Team had not only found the refinery but was attacking it head on. Weren't the Allience supposed to be sending delegates to the capital today?

"Those two-faced bastards," one of the Mission Troopers growled through his headset. Yes. Two-faced. Melvain grasped one of his lightsabers and pulled it from his utility belt. There was a shipment of Doonium scheduled to be leaving today.

"Secure the hangar. Make sure that shipment gets out of the system!" The troopers saluted and ran off down the hall. Melvain looked out of the viewport and watched as the Jedi transport disgorged its pack of Jedi. They always seemed to be at odds the Jedi Knights and the Imperial Knights, but they served the same purpose. Why?

"Karrabast," he cursed and ran off to stop the true Enemies of Peace and Order.

 

[Alicio Organa]

OBJECTIVE II
CAPITAL CITY, LOTHAL
- OPEN -
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Stepping off of an GA transport outside of the Capital Building, flanked by a couple Alderaanian guards in bowl-shaped helmets, Senator Organa took in a deep breath of fresh air through his nose, exhaling it with the most tentative of smiles. The air was dry, but warm, so he preferred it by far to the atmosphere of the ship he disembarked. Just like how he preferred by far this work to his latest personal project.

Alicio didn't like sneaking in the shadows, keeping his intentions guarded, or stepping on eggshells to avoid saying the wrong thing in the Senate. He far preferred an honest conversation, where all could be laid on the table, and compromise could be found in civil discussion.

At least, that's what he hoped he was getting into. He didn't bring enough lozenges for a shouting match.

The Count's black and gold outfit was perhaps more fit for a drab funeral rather than an important discussion with a neutral world, but Alicio made up for the dour tone of his dress with a calm confidence that often escaped him. He wasn't the best fighter. He wasn't the most inspiring leader. But this, he could do to help the Alliance in the war effort. That thought gave him strength enough to glide into the building, cape billowing like a bank of dark clouds behind him.

He was here to help.

 

[Aschwin Vethres]

Spoiler: Equipment

Addlehorn Armor
Curved Lightsaber
Light Shield

Aschwin sat within the barracks for same time until the sound of the alarm came blasting through the facility and following it a shake of the building. Stormtroopers zoomed past his location like a wild stampede through the valley. Getting up from his seat with all due haste and moving through the door and into the vast hallways.

His armored boots clanked and clanked on the floor as they rushed down the hallway in a running motion. Moving past both technician and worker currently being rounded up to protect them from the intruders. Stopping for only a brief moment to look out one of the viewports as a pack of jedi were dislodged from its hold and onto the ground. They had to defend the facility otherwise the empire would lose a vital part of its strength needed to preserve peace and order. His failure on Ilum was constant within his mind as they seemed to guide his actions.

Unhooking his personalized curved lightsaber from his belt and igniting it as the silver color shined on the floor. He could sense through the force Melvain Braxis moving to confront the intruders and moved to follow him using a bit of force speed to catch up with him. Although careful to avoid accidently cutting anyone's head off with his lightsaber in the flurry of motion.

"Do we know how many there are?"

Aschwin asked towards him as they both moved to confront the enemy knights.

Aoki-Barran Mira

Caedyn Arenais
Caltin Vanagor
Aveline Cuiléin

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[Adriana Fortemps]

// Imperialist Member Fortemps //
// Lothal //
// Focus // Alicio Organa // OPEN //

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A handkerchief covered the Imperialist's nose as she made her way through the streets towards the Capitol Building. Even in a major city such as this, Outer Rim Systems managed to have their own rustic smells. She thought to herself what a shame it was that she wasn't yet in a position to refuse such missions as this. They were a long ways away from the Galactic Alliance, but still her being here was necessary.

Tightening the hold on trade supplies to the Empire to their own territory would certainly hurt the Imperials, but if they were able to prevent important materials such as Doonium to get in their hands it would be one step closer to gaining an advantage over the Empires.

Lothalian diplomats bowed softly as she entered the Capitol Building and Adriana returned with a bow of her own. It was clear that they had expected multiple diplomats from the Galactic Alliance, clearly not strangers to the idea of differing agendas.

The Imperialist Party had sent the Echani to represent their interests, as she often had recently. While ideologies within the Imperialist party differed in regards to the Empire itself, they were united in one idea. Their own interest in Lothal's doonium.

Adriana had been sent to ensure that the talks would happen smoothly. Her talent for finding the more malleable figures in groups having served the woman well in a past life.

Only half minding the Lothalian diplomats as her eyes glided across the rest of the entrance, eventually catching upon a well-cut figure. The Echani smiled to herself before brushing off the diplomats and made her way towards the man, quite pleased in the fact that her due diligence on which figures would participate in these discussions.

"Ah, Senator Organa I presume."

The Imperialist made her way towards the dark haired figure, pausing before she passed his guards. There was no harm in causing them any undue stress.

She was only here to make friends after all.

 

[Amani Serys]

Iris Arani​

Political tensions on Lothal were at an all time high. And though that was only likely to lead to heated discussions among the administration, the citizenry were prone to more heated responses. Particularly when responsibility and inhibition could be suppressed under the excuse of a mob mentality and a bit too much alcohol.

What started as little more than a squabble between barroom patrons, devolved into a brawl, devolved into a full on street riot. The crowd has since been dispersed, but it left behind a few too many injured after. With a few Jedi Healers already planetside, it was only sensical that they lend a hand in the best way they knew how. It couldn’t do anything to hurt public opinion.

A small, nearby public square had been picked out as the spot for their makeshift open-air clinic. And the Chief Healer found herself in a situation that reminded her heavily of her service before rejoining the Jedi. Outer Rim, civil strife, and no shortage of people in need of a bit of bacta. Speaking of…

“Iris! Where’d that crate of patches go?”

 

[Kahlil Noble]

"You never belonged to me, Valery. You don't need my permission to be happy. I'm gone, now. Don't hold yourself back any longer." He lifted his cup for another sip.

"I died so you could live. So live."

Valery Noble

 

[Valery Noble]

Outfit | Weapon | Appearance

Outfit | XoXo
Location | Lothal
Tag | Kahlil Noble

Valery's eyebrows furrowed in response, "That's not..." she stopped herself, and sighed as she looked down at the cup between her palms, "You meant everything to me, to Vera. But you're right." He never made her feel like she belonged to him, but their love had been special, and it was never easy to give up on something like that.

So for him to make it sound so easy was tough to accept. But after a moment, she pushed herself up to her feet with a soft smile resting on her lips.

"Thank you, for everything. We'll miss you, but it's going to be okay."

"I'll be okay."

​

 

[Caltin Vanagor]

“As long as someone remains standing with a noble heart there will always be a way for good to triumph over evil.”— Chris Colfer

​

The “"Jedi Defender"Class Light Corvette” landed safely enough, and so did Caltin in his X-wing nearby. Once both ships had unloaded their Jedi “cargo” they took off to leave to a safe location (if there was one). Caltin may not be able to sense others the way he used to, but he did not need the skill to know that they were being watched. It was downright stupid to think otherwise. Grabbing his lightsaber off of his back, the big man looked around at the others. He could see a familiar face in Aveline Cuiléin as well as Caedyn Arenais.

The place was huge, which meant that either security was a huge factor, or it simply was not at all. They would have their work cut out for them if they did not focus on one section or one idea. This was going to be a fight, regardless of what they would do.

They know we’re here. Let’s not give them any more advantages, okay? I think we should take out either the refinery safeties, or any stockpiles they may have. Any better ideas?

He was waiting for answer, but started walking. No sense standing around and letting them come for you, right?


TAG ALLIES: Caedyn Arenais Aveline Cuiléin
TAG FOES: Aschwin Vethres Melvain Braxis

Spoiler: Personal effects

"Vanguard" (Secondary - Long Handle)

"CONSERVATOR" (Primary - Long Handle)
HK-88 Robes, Battle Armor,Toraynor-Henkan(mind crystal added) Advanced Jedi Utility Belt
Starship: Spectre, (NC-1000 X-wing (Jedi Variant) in the hangar, Dilorian, and Bike both in the cargo bay, the late Karki Eusith's Armor, Shield, Temple Guard Lightsaber mounted on the wall)
Sanctuary Island

 

[Iris Arani]

"They're still coming in! Look in the- Ah, the other box!" Things were hectic. Which was an understatement. Iris was practically sprinting around the clinic to tend to the wounded. Find those with the worst injuries to knit back up and heal. Literally bouncing around. "The speeder should be here soon! Just- Yeah! Look in the other box!" Too hectic for Iris to even try to figure out what she meant by other box. She should, probably.

But yeah, she was focused.

"List your injuries coming in! Any you know right away. It'll make it easier to fix you up, okay? One at a time! No pushing!"

Amani Serys

 

[Kahlil Noble]

"I know what you meant. I just like reminding you how strong you really are."

He stood himself this time. Nodded, just a little. The fire faded between them. The grass did too. A swirl of fog, erasing the landscape around them. He reached up, pulling his mask just enough so he could see her with his own eyes. Selfish, just a little.

"You all will. Don't let Vera forget me."

And he was gone. Valery was back in the valley, back where she started.

Valery Noble

 

[Ariana Du Couteau]

Ariana Du Couteau, Jedi Padawan
Location: Lothal, Ancient Jedi Temple Ruin, Entrance to the Force Nexus
Objective Three: Echoes of the Past
Action: Follow Jasper down with Miri to confront "Sith"
Outfit (Minus the right arm)

“Oh?” Ariana questioned, her thoughts immediately turned the ruins around them. If it was him, did it simply open up for him? Or was there a trigger. . . her musing though were cut short as another person appeared next to them.

She quickly greeted them and moved past both Padawans to inspect the entrance of the ruins. The lady appeared much different from Jasper, and Ariana wasn’t sure of what to make of her. But both her and Jasper sensed another being coming up from the entrance, and the woman quickly jumped forward to deal with the Sith they felt down below.

Jasper though rebuffed against the woman’s orders of both him and Ariana herself to stay away and remain out of the ruins. He spoke outloud his plan of supporting as a group against this Sith below. Ariana for her own part felt a bit unsure of the situation, a combat situation was not something she had intended to find herself. But the galaxy can be a cruel fate weaver. She wanted to sigh in utter exasperation, and Ariana forced a determined smile.

“Aye, best we stay united, especially for situations such as these. . .” Ariana spoke, nodding in agreement with Jasper. She walked a bit cautiously behind Jasper, entering the ruins and meet this Sith down there. Her left clenched into a fist, and her muscles tensed ever so more with the prospect of battle.
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|| Jasper Kai'el | Xeykard | Miri Nimdok | Zorah Fel ||​

 

[Miri Nimdok]

Objective III | Tags: Xeykard Ariana Du Couteau Zorah Fel Jasper Kai'el​

At their protests, Miri suppressed a sigh. Unless her companions were familiar to her—people she knew she could trust—she preferred to work alone. That was simply the way she was in all things.

But if these two weren’t going to back down, there was nothing she could do to stop them. “Very well,” she said. “Let’s go…”

A tingling along the back of her neck prompted her to glance over her shoulder. Moving up the steps was a squad of Imperial troops, their movements eerily synchronized and silent.

“Quickly!” Miri hissed to her two new companions before hurrying through the entrance of the Temple, as much intent on evading the Imps as she was confronting the Sith that lay within.

 

[Silas Westgard]

Location: Lothal
Objective: Capture the control room of the refinery
Tag: Corin Trenor

Another battle, another warzone. Places like this were starting to become more familiar than the inside of a Jedi temple

Lothal was the planet in trouble this time, not because it needed saving but because of the dark secrets, it held. The SIA had discovered a refinery that was mining materials for a superweapon, a tool that would only spread death and destruction throughout the galaxy. Their task was to destroy the facility and put it out of use permanently, through any means necessary.

Silas had been brief before the operation he'd be going on an operation to take over the main control room, not by himself but with another Jedi. When he was told, Silas couldn't help roll his eyes at the individual named. Corin, the same person who looked over his and Arlo Renard fight was going to be with him on the field. Since their last meeting, Corin had turned into a knight, so it was going to be odd saying that when it came to it.

After the first wave of attacks done by the alliance, Silas and Corin were dropped off next to the facility to begin their operation. The pair had not talked much since their set off, yet they both knew there was still heavy fighting happening within.

"Say... this is far different than our last meeting," Silas remarked as they sneaked up to a side entrance, their lightsaber undrawn for now. In the air, the sound of fighting could still be heard, as well as the smell of death. Even in the unknown, they'd still be prepared for what was to come.

"I just ask you not to dip when I need your help"
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[Aveline Cuiléin]

I — Raiding the Refinery | Open​

Allies: Caltin Vanagor Caedyn Arenais
Foes: Aschwin Vethres Melvain Braxis Aoki-Barran Mira + open

Aveline's A-Wing hovered right above ground besides the corvette. She hopped out, gave the signal, and her astromech carried the fighter off along with the larger ship. No use leaving it an easy target here when she had a droid co-pilot!

Immediately she recognised Caltin Vanagor , and she felt reassured. More so than she had anticipated. It was so familiar and safe. It reminded her of a simpler time. She was allowed to forget about branding; Silver, New Jedi. All there was were Jedi, the Force, and another mission to root out evil.

"Master" she said with a respectful nod, quickly falling in besides the large man. She had been a Padawan last time she saw him, and she was a Padawan still, but at the very least she now carried her own lightsaber, constructed by herself on Kashyyyk.

'Any better ideas?' Caltin asked. "No, Master" Aveline replied. Caltin was certainly the one carrying the rank here, but she got the sense she could speak freely. "First step gotta be to get inside. Then we do what we can" though the first part of that concerned her somewhat. "Expect heavy resistance before we get in?" she asked, not entirely sure what to expect but ready to face it all the same.

Whether Caltin preferred to keep her close or send her away on some task, Aveline was prepared to do what was necessary.

 

[Valery Noble]

Outfit | Weapon | Appearance

Outfit | XoXo
Location | Lothal
Tag | Kahlil Noble | Open

"I know what you meant. I just like reminding you how strong you really are."

She watched him rise and felt a smile tugging at her lips, one that grew brighter when he raised his mask enough to let their eyes meet again. The world around them began to fade but Valery was almost oblivious to it while she looked into his silver eyes one last time to say goodbye and to truly move forward again in life.

"You all will. Don't let Vera forget me."

"I won't, I promise," Valery said before her eyes closed and the world around her changed completely once again. She no longer felt his familiar presence nearby, no longer felt as if she stood within the Force itself. When her eyes opened, she sat on top of the pillar of stone again, and let out a deep sigh.

She then tapped her comms device and reached out to any and all Jedi able to receive her transmission.

<T> "This is Master Noble. If anybody is in need of assistance, let me know."

​

 

[Xeykard]

Jasper Kai'el Ariana Du Couteau Miri Nimdok Zorah Fel
​

Stepping through the doorway felt like getting hit by a speeder. Xeykard's muscles suddenly seized up, pain and exhaustion gripping him. The Inquisitor fell to the floor, his apprentice beside him. They groaned in pain.

But with pain came anger, and anger was a rich fuel. For a few moments he laid flat, spread across the floor like a lizard on a rock, before the adrenaline began to pump and he forced himself to stand. "Get up," he commanded.

"Whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy-" Aryrene groaned, face-down on the ground.

"Get up."

"We're in an abandoned temple. Please, let's just rest."

Xeykard's senses quickly turned to his surroundings, spreading rapidly outwards. They were indeed still inside the temple. The room they were in seemed to be some kind of old storage room; the air was cool and still. The doorway out was open into a slightly larger hall.

Further, though, he felt other creatures -- some touched by the Light. His adrenaline pumped faster, and he blinked the dust out of his eyes. His focus returned. His presence vanished.

"You still have your-"

"YEAH. Yeah, I always have it. I didn't lose it," his apprentice mumbled, grabbing the Taozin amulet from their chest and waving it around for good measure.

"Enemies nearby. Get up."

"Oh. Okay."

Aryrene grunted, and stood up, shaking the exhaustion from their limbs.

 

[Amani Serys]

Iris Arani
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"Other box?" Amani raised a brow, looking around. The box next to it? No. Over there? No. "What other box?" Eventually she threw up her hands in resignation, settling down next to a patient and beginning to heal their wounds the old fashioned way. Which was to say: with space magic.

"Lay still, we're gonna get this fixed up." The man had a gash in his thigh, from a broken bottle. A cause for injury that was unsurprisingly common here today, given how the scuffle started. The flesh began to weave back together, soon leaving little more than a faint mark in its place. The man opened his mouth to say something, but his breath reeked of alcohol, and Amani just pressed a hand against his forehead and stood up, "No need to thank me. Just lay down and let it rest for a bit, hm?"

The sound of a speeder pulling up brought her attention to the front, and the Chief Healer pushed her way through to see a bike with two passengers; One human and one machine. On the back, there was a stack of crates tied down, "Oh, perfect. And you brought the med droid?" The driver nodded, letting the droid off, who then picked up the crates and hauled them in, "Just set them there. Thank you. Now- Please, deal with all the receptionist duties for me?"

The droid acknowledged, moving to the front of the tent to start recording the influx of patients, and hopefully making their job a little smoother. "Iris!" Amani called back again, popping open the new crates, "Start stocking a few of these by each bed, will ya?" She held out one box to the padawan, then took the other for herself to do the same.

 

[Alicio Organa]

OBJECTIVE II
CAPITAL CITY, LOTHAL
- Adriana Fortemps - Open -
​

"...Having the Alliance as a primary buyer doesn't mean joining the Alliance," Alicio said with a quiet smile, speaking with a couple of Lothalian diplomats. Opponents of the Alliance, likely holdovers from when the planet was under First Order control. "But it will mean the GA can assist you if the Empire decides to leech off Lothal's prosperity again."

"There will be a time to decide who to back, and I think the Imperials have already shown how honest of a trade partner they would be." The delegates from Lothal nodded, although they didn't seem entirely convinced. Which was fair. Alicio wouldn't be able to shift their hearts in fifteen minutes. "Just something to think about," the Count said, letting the two diplomats retreat and formulate a response.

"Ah, Senator Organa I presume."

Alicio turned his slate-grey eyes on the new arrival, an easy curiosity written into his irises. "Alicio," he offered, extending a black-gloved hand, and waiting politely for her to introduce herself.

"I'm glad to be working with you today." His word choice was intentional. Whether they were actually working together, Alicio didn't know. For the moment, he chose to believe they both had the best intentions of the Alliance in mind. He chose to offer that trust, despite knowing many politicians of the Alliance didn't share his altruist views. "Hopefully, we can come to an agreement with the people here. The sooner, the better."

 

[Iris Arani]

"Right right, stock the beds! Where are the others? There has to be someone else who can help, right?"

Oh no, wait. No, Nida was in jail. Imperial jail. She frowned just for a moment, but she couldn't dwell on that in the slightest. Another came in with a broken arm, hopping on the table, cradling the limb to their chest. She reached a hand up, just waving her hand to scatter some of the supplies into their bins with the Force alone. And one into her palm so she could set it on the arm.

"It looks like a fracture. Don't use it for a week, if you can. Light duty at work only, understood?"

The man nodded, grumbled. Still too drunk to really even respond anything coherent. Iris just grumbled herself before quickly attaching a splint to his arm and sending him on his way. The next came in. Thankfully with a datapad entry.

Droid was already putting in the work, huh?

Amani Serys

 

[Osarla Ridor]

LOTHAL | BYOO
Gabriel Pryce

Unencumbered, the wind travelled through emerald blades and around large, hive-like structures. Osarla felt the breeze against her skin, and it reminded her to breathe.

There was balance here, somewhere, amidst the chaos. She wouldn’t be aware of it, or even trying to find it if it weren’t for her return to teaching. It had been a long time, and the unkind years made it difficult to avoid the desires of battle’s stimulation.

"... how much... you relish this!"

She frowned away the sting of the memory and looked instead to her Padawan.

That’s what he was now, her student. Her Padawan. Her responsibility.

He’d evolved from the child she’d babysat or dangled small creatures overhead. He was more now. And she still wasn’t sure if she was up to the challenge of the discomfort that came with her intimacy with the family. If that made everything worse or better.

Time, the galaxy’s best storyteller, would continue to tell.

“I’ve been meaning to talk to you about Ilum,” Osarla stated, nimbly navigating through a rivulet of gravel that flattened out to grass. They were yet at the base of the hives, still near the cliffside formations.

“About the attack you endured. And what it means within The Force.”

She paused at the base, turning to ensure Gabe’s agility had returned after all that bacta treatment. Her pause was only for a moment, trying as if she might see if she could relate to what he was feeling.

It was overwhelmed with her own emotions, however.

Osarla felt concerned, mostly. Always toward her student, but partly from the separation from her detachment. Captains and Majors oversaw her usual position, but she still felt a level of attachment to her troops that couldn’t be filled when she wasn’t with them.

"Are you ready to learn from it?"

Lothal was mysterious but uniquely attuned to The Force. Amongst nature and so near an ancient temple, descriptions of Force-born techniques were well-suited.

Elsewhere on the planet, in more strategic locations, squadrons from the 222nd had been deployed. Small handfuls of soldiers to support the efforts of the raid and slow the production of The Empire with minimal hostilities.