Galactic Alliance: Its Our Time to Make a Move (Invite Only)

[Coren Starchaser]

The galaxy was a mobile place. Everything was always changing, and the explorer and freedom fighter known as Coren Starchaser recognized that. He was, as always, listening to the currents in the galaxy, even more so with the guidance of the Aing-Tii, and was hearing a few things. Seemed there were people out West that were starting their own little party. That was definitely interesting. Sitting aboard the Tachyon Rising, the Pyre contractor looked over the screen. This could be really interesting.

And no, he didn’t have delusions of graduer, but he was a leader in the Underground, so having the comm frequency for [member="Aeron Kreelan"] was not so far fetched. The Prex was… she was interesting. Coren still didn’t know how to swallow her, but he knew the pair had similar views on things. The word through the ‘Net was that there was an invitation to select parties to make their way out towards the Sullust region. He, of course, was already on the way to the world. A quick fuel stop and he figured he could send out a message.

“Meet me on Sullust, something seems to be afoot.”

Coren Starchaser was not going to be leading any governments, but he could be the fire that sparks revolutions.

Spoiler

[member="Aela Talith"]
[member="Jacen Voidstalker"]
[member="Chevu Visz"]

 

[Chevu Visz]

Chevu had not ventured out on her own without Master Oomomo, well, ever. Not since she'd been brought to Sullust to train with the Jedi Master. Unlike most Sullustan who were the more gregarious sort, the reclusive Oomomo would not be joining his protege at this meeting of the minds and blades. She would have a full report for him, of course.

The young Mirialan was nervous. Chevu was not a preacher or an orator. She was a warrior and a student of the Light. But like Master Oomomo, she too had come to believe that the galaxy had withered under the shade of the Dark Side for too long. To restore balance to the Force or die trying, was the core mission of Jedi, or so said her Master. It was sisyphean destiny to choose for one's self, and Oomomo made sure that Chevu had no illusions about this path. It would be difficult, painful, and perhaps even fatal. He gave her a chance to say no. Chevu said yes.

Armed with only her convictions and the Sullustan's teachings, the Mirialan Force adept arrived by speeder to the arranged meeting place. Her Datapad was double-checked for the coordinates. Blast those Sullustans for their natural sense of direction. Her Datapad was correct. This was the place where this Starchaser fellow would be.

[member="Coren Starchaser"] [member="Aela Talith"] [member="Jacen Voidstalker"] [member="Aeron Kreelan"]

 

[Aeron Kreelan]

O M E G A P Y R E T A S K F O R C E A U R E S H
The Resolution

Prex Aeron Kreelan would review the message on the screen. Bright green Aurabesh sigils from a highly encrypted source. Her bright blue eyes narrowed, staring at the notice from one Coran Starchaser. The man, well he could be a menace. A bit of a loose canon wildcard, even if his heart was in the right place.

Her lips drew to a thin line, in her hand she would roll the three Beskar spheres she normally carried. Most thought them to just be calling stones, the slight metallic tune that they made as they rolled together soothing to the ear. But they were more than that to the Ballistinkinetic expert. Everything was more than met the eye.

To indulge him? Or not? She didn't have time to waste. She had the One Sith to consider and the entire Pyre to run. She couldn't indulge high strung men more apt to blow things up than think things clearly.

Then again, what else did she have to lose?

 

[Coren Starchaser]

Loose cannon? Well, had he known the Prex thought of him that way, he couldn’t fault her. Probably why he spent more time working the Underground than taking missions for the Pyre. He knew where his goals were, and where his limits and own personal rules were, granted they were very… fluid. Kreelan was one person that Coren did try to emulate in some fashion. She was a Zeison Sha, and in charge of one of the biggest PMCs the galaxy had seen.

He himself, was looking to turn the tide, push back the dark side, bring back the balance to the Force. Sure, he wasn’t anyone who fething cared for the way the religious looked at the Force, but he knew when things were bad, and he needed to fix that. Judge him all you wanted, he was there, and he was putting a stop to the enemies of the galaxy, with or without help.

Aeron had a bit more of a thinking head on her, which was good, Coren? He was a do-er, but bringing her to the summit, that would help out. Give another view on things. He knew that one of the new members of the Underground was going to be there, and he was excited to see what this Mirialan had to offer. Maybe he’d pull her under his wing.

If she wasn’t the one who liked to split hairs.

[member="Aeron Kreelan"]
[member="Chevu Visz"]
[member="Jacen Voidstalker"]
[member="Aela Talith"]

 

[Aela Talith]

Aela stepped off of her transport with her head held high, her hair in a tight braid, and her orange eyes fixed forward. Her expression, as always, was a blank one. She looked ready to bite someones head off, though there was no anger or even annoyance inside of her, she was simply focused. Her eyes drifted across the open space, looking towards a building off in the distance. She frowned slightly, her lips tugging down as she noticed the open plains that surrounded the structure.

A plant of some type crew, perhaps wheat or barley, she wasn't really sure.

It struck her as an odd place to meet, but perhaps that wasn't for her to decide in the end. She had been called here by a man she had never heard of, by someone whose name had meant nothing, Omai Rhen. He had claimed to be a Jedi, and the lightsaber that had hung on the holograms hilt had added some credibility to that story. The aged lines of his face and the long beard he wore gave his age some weight, and his words had been kind enough to make Aela at least pay attention.

He had talked of the Covenant, of what she had been doing, and everything that they had achieved. It hadn't been much truthfully, but the man had spoken highly of her and her friends. His kind words had brought Aela here, compliments were the way to a girls heart after all.

Before she had agreed to the visit however Aela had asked her mother about this man. He had claimed to be a Master of the Order around the time the Sith Empire had fallen, when her mother had been part of the Jedi full time. Kira had confirmed the name, and even the face, though she had said he left for the outer rim almost directly after Diana had beaten Kaine on Dac. Suspicion somewhat mitigated, Aela had come to the meeting with an open mind and heart.

Her eyes wandered as she moved through the field, heading towards the building.

 

[Chevu Visz]

Chevu's dark pools panned to each face in the room. Intimidation began to creep up her spine. The young Mirialan suddenly wished that she could be back at the Temple working on her lightsaber velocities, or exploring a cave full of Kinrath. She'd never seen so many Jedi Masters in one room, not to mention felt the Force so strongly. Her self-esteem plummeted. What would they think of her? Would she measure up? Finally she addressed the man whose name she was given, Coren Starchaser.

"Master Starchaser," she said. "My name is Chevu Visz. I'm a Jedi Knight who was sent by Master Oomomo here on Sullust. He told me to give you his regrets, but he has been held up on Temple business."

She didn't want to tell him the truth. Lying wasn't the Jedi way, but the elderly Sullustan was very ill, and to mention his sickness felt like an affront on his pride. The Temple healers had been trying everything, but Oomomo kept insisting that it was simply his time, and that Chevu would carry on in his stead. She didn't know what she would do if she lost her Master, but it seemed almost inevitable. Tears threatened to cloud her vision of the blue-eyed Jedi Master as she studied him. What was that saying? When one door closes...

"Needless to say, the galaxy walks with the beast. I am here to help turn the tides of corruption, and I am completely at your disposal. May the Force see us through this."

[member="Aela Talith"] [member="Coren Starchaser"] [member="Aeron Kreelan"]

 

[Aeron Kreelan]

O M E G A P Y R E T A S K F O R C E A U R E S H
The Resolution
Sullust


The Omega Pyre Prex was late - but no one was going to point that out to her.

In her Shadow Guard gear, she would blend in with the rest of her crew. The two toned blonde hair was tucked into her helm, and were it not for a familiar stride, she could have been anyone one else. But there was always some sort of attitude that came with the Icarii. Maybe it was due to the near extinct race. Or maybe it was due to the past seven years of war.

Whatever it was, it ran down the line of her spine, affected her gait with that 'don't feth with me' tone most men would steer clear.

Those who knew better anyways.

As it was, the woman was a skilled bent light user, so it was with no pomp and circumstance that appearing behind [member="Chevu Visz"] and [member="Coren Starchaser"] Aeron appeared.

Her snort of a laugh came out from the voice modulator, metallic in nature and all too sarcastic.

Master Starchaser?

Now that's a good one.

 

[Coren Starchaser]

Starchaser made his way down to the planet. Arsix, his astromech was there, and he made sure the unit was going to watch his ship, should this be a set up, he needed the Tachyon Rising at her best and ready. Coren didn’t like going too far away from a ship after all. Landing was simple, getting into a protected hangar, and allowing his droid to take watch, that was the next step. After that, he made his way to the meeting. A few ‘hi how are yous’, enough to change his accent from his Corellian accent to one that he found from a Sluis Van representative. He could do that.

A skill.

But …. Master? He turned around. “I ain't no Master, kid. But it is sad to see your Master missing this.” Chevu… Chevu… Onomatopoeia? He didn’t really recognize that name. He could hear the voice that appeared behind him. Right, the Prex. A part of him smiled. He didn’t want to smile, but he needed to get Kreelan on his team, and he felt that the Prex may be useful for this government. It would definitely be interesting.

“Nice to see you, Prex.” He responded, just as sarcastic. Not in his Vanguard armor, but in his spacer gear. Who was that Master? He turned back to the Mirialan. “So, you’re looking to get out and show the galaxy a thing or two? Or are you like the other Masters and willing to sit by as the galaxy falls to pieces?” He figured he ran across the Sullust Master once, and that meant he was able to fight, and looking to.

Turning, the Starchaser was keeping an ear open. A Mon Cal had stepped in. That meant the meeting was about to get ready. “Heard this one is a hard-ass. Should be interesting to see what he can bring in.” He muttered under his breath to [member="Chevu Visz"] and [member="Aeron Kreelan"].

The Force was teeming here, and not only from the Force users in his immediate group.

 

[Aela Talith]

The walk wasn't a long one, or rather it didn't seem like it had been all that long. The field spanned for miles, probably a few hundred. The building seemed to be the only one in view for all of that, and although Aela was still weary she was somewhat calmed by the fact that everything around her seemed to be completely and totally still.

She wandered, her steps even the entire way.

Then, suddenly the door ahead of her began to open. It was a single door, one that simply fell away into the ground. The heavy durasteel seemed to screech slightly as it dropped, a single silhouette standing within the light that shone from the inside. Aela frowned slightly, her boy tensing, readying for a fight. This could still be a trap after all.

"Aela."

The voice rang out, a kind voice, a low voice that spoke of age and wisdom.

"I've been expecting you."

He stepped out from the doorway, revealing himself for what and who he was. An aged old man in the robes of a Jedi. He had a white beard, grey eyes, his face was weary and haggard, but he looked as though he still had fight in him. His back was straight and his eyes seemed to catch Aela's own. She frowned slightly, stopping her walk as the old man moved a few steps towards her. He made no threatening move, nor any indication that he would strike.

"Master Rhen?" Aela asked quietly, hoping that the man would confirm. He simply nodded, not speaking again. Instead he seemed to inspect the young woman in front of him, taking her in for the Jedi that she was. His gaze lingered on the lightsaber at her hip, then on the unique hue of her eyes.

 

[Aeron Kreelan]

[member="Coren Starchaser"]

The sound of cracking knuckles through the leather glove of the Prex was... an audible warning. The Icarii was the leader of a Private Military Company, she wasn't the welcoming party.

"I've a company to run Starchaser," came the curt statement with a metallic tint. Both of her hands coming up to work at the latches of her helm. A tug, then a twist, and the visor came off, revealing the fall of umber and blonde hair braided in half knots, loose curls, and a few dreads.

The geometric blue tattoo over her neck flared under the glow of the light, a bright hue that matched the electric of her eyes.

"Say what you have to say," came the tuck of her helm under her arm, a rather impatient glance at the rugged space outlaw. A glance would send the Zeison Sha Adep towards [member="Chevu Visz"], a curt nod of greeting that was a bit more friendlier.

Then again, Aeron wasn't the most friendliest of individuals.

 

[Chevu Visz]

Wow, these folks got straight to the point. Chevu blinked ferociously at Coren's bluntness. A few strands of jet black hair fell in her eyes, as she shook her head defensively, dark eyes flashing like onyx jewels.

"I am not a Master, Mast..um, Commander Starchaser, but I am a Jedi. I certainly don't see myself sitting around while the Sith are committing galactic genocine."

She gave the blonde woman a tight-lipped smile and a nod, hoping that she had made her point for Starchaser or anyone else that would accuse her of inaction. Chevu might have been inexperienced, and probably lacked some of the cynicism she felt from the folks around her, but she was sure of one thing. The Sith had to be destroyed, and a new hope was needed to be the aegis of the good and the oppressed.

A few moments later, a uniformed Mon Calamari man entered the room, signalling that the summit was about to begin. As her large brown pools scanned his domed-shaped head and bulbous orbs, Chevu waited, almost holding her breath, for him to address the room's eclectic faces. Were these the hopefuls she sought? Force only knew.

[member="Aeron Kreelan"] [member="Coren Starchaser"]

 

[Coren Starchaser]

Right, he nodded at Chevu. “And your former Master? Was he like you are?” Nice recovery, scrub. Coren’s views on the Force were well known, Chev might not understand them, but the rest of the galaxy, and the One Sith themselves sure as hell did. When Aeron was asking him what this was about he nodded.

“Seems they’re creating an alliance. I want you input on it. See if its something the Pyre would be interested in.” Yes, he knew he was ordering the Prex to do something. Yes he knew she was probably going to shank him. Or lay him.

With the Sith out there ruining the galaxy, there was no time to delay. They needed to be stopped and that was part of this summit meeting. Coren was listening to the Triumvirate outlining their plans. Start to unite free worlds in a way that didn’t involve a senate and their bureaucratic complications, begin work with a new Jedi Order that is more focused than even the Silver Jedi on being militant and fighting the Dark Side, and start the military, working with whoever will donate ships. Sullust and Sluis Van were willing to provide ships. It seemed like the world of Sullust was going to be their staging ground. Who knew what it was going to evolve into from there.

“See? They need ships?” Sure, he was talking over the ongoing summit, but still…

[member="Chevu Visz"]
[member="Aeron Kreelan"]

 

[Aeron Kreelan]

[member="Coren Starchaser"] [member="Chevu Visz"]

Aeron's lips drew into a thin line. Ignoring the pain in the ass, the Prex cast her attention out towards the collection of Galactic Alliance motley crew. She's had plenty of wasted time going through convention after convention. And to be blunt, rarely any actually pulled through.

What would make them different? What would change? That wasn't to say Omega Pyre wasn't for hire. They were. They were a Private Military Company for frell's sake! And in that meant they needed a paycheck to continue on and maintain their fleet and employees.

An exhale of annoyance fell from her mouth.

"Who the kark are they?" was her first question. Then those bright blue eyes shone with a near ethereal glow, "And can they pay?"

 

[Chevu Visz]

"Is my Master like me? Of course, Commander. He knows that the Sith are no paper tiger. They are the greatest threat of our time." Chevu cocked her head and bit her lip. She had assumed that Oomomo had met Starchaser personally, but then again, the Sullustan had been forgetful lately. Misplacing things, wandering off, replacing whole words with nonsensical ones. The whispers around the temple said that he was slowly losing his mind, a thought she couldn't bear without those familiar tears. Push it away.

A sheepish look came. "It wasn't just temple business that kept my Master away. He has fallen ill. But he insists that he will be joining your team as soon as he is in better health."

There was a deep rut in her brow. Tears threatened to fall, and the Mirialan quickly looked away. Keep it together, Chev.

She was a bit intimidated by the blonde and the sandy haired Master. As Master Oomomo would say, these were the big leagues. For a tiny little Sullustan, who holed himself up in a Temple on Pirin, he sure did know alot of sports metaphors.

[member="Aeron Kreelan"][member="Coren Starchaser"]

 

[Coren Starchaser]

The future Commander within the Galactic Alliance was nodding at what was going to be his student. Probably his first student, well, aside from every few months instructing another Warden of the Sky, but that was more ‘hey, use the Force, kick pirate ass.’ He was still trying to fit her Master in his mind, but it didn’t matter at this junction. Was it someone he had met? Or was it the Force putting things in motion? “He sounds like a very intelligent master.”

Which was good, the galaxy needed intelligence in charge.

“Ill? He sent you as his proxy then? Smart man, keeping his protégé on the track he wanted to be on.” And no, Coren didn’t forget Aeron.

How could he?

“A new group. Galactic Alliance.” Coren muttered under his breath at the Zeison Sha Prex. “Looking to turn the galaxy around. Something it desperately needs, you know this.” Because she was Prex, and not an invalid. Coren supported certain causes, and getting others to fall in with him? That was what he was always trying to do. Certain support.

[member="Chevu Visz"]
[member="Aeron Kreelan"]

 

[Aeron Kreelan]

[member="Coren Starchaser"] [member="Chevu Visz"]

Just where did he find all of that energy?

Bright blue eyes would dart over to Starchaser, and both brows went arching high at his near endless 'wemustactnow' aura that radiated from the man. In a way, it was admirable. In others? A bit aggravating. It was as if everything was 'gogogo' rather than taking the time to think things through. Perhaps that came from her Zeison Sha heritage, everything had to be considered in terms of the family, the community. One's actions would affect the whole.

It wasn't to say Aeron was overly cautions; heh, she was no Lady Protector. Just a Prex; and with that came the knowledge that she ran a company. That company had bills to pay.

And if she could crack some skull while doing it, all the better.

Her lip would twist and she gave a slight, "Huh." Tapping her hip with her fingers, she considered the options.

"Who's in charge, Starchaser?" she asked him tersely. It conveyed the following, 'give me names before I change my mind.'

She wanted to talk face to face and get the chance to determine just what terms would be... and who she'd likely have the Pyre bleed for.

 

[Chevu Visz]

"His proxy?"

The word surprised the Mirialan. Chevu was a Knight in title, but her experience paled in comparison to her Master's. How would she ever fill his shoes, if...no, she couldn't go there now.

"I'm hardly the Jedi that Nub Oomomo is, but I promise I'll honor the Jedi tenants and do my best to protect the galaxy against the gathering darkness."

The blonde woman, the one he called Prex, asked Coren who was in charge. The two seemed to have a history. That extrinsic feeling crept up on her again, and Chevu did her best to simply nod along as if she knew what the hell was going on.

Sadly, she didn't have a clue.

[member="Coren Starchaser"]

 

[Coren Starchaser]

“Proxy.” He nodded as he looked the Mirialan over. Both with his eyes and just that sense that could tell if someone was full of chit. “If he trusted you to be sent here in his stead, then you’re worth our time. I can work with that. I mean, I haven’t really had too much to do with this government, but I’ve been contacted by Nemo Ven, apparently people get word of what I do sometimes.” He glanced from Chev to Aeron, almost blaming the Prex, who probably (almost definitely) had nothing to do with the situation. “And you don’t need to worry about the Jedi tents around me, maybe the Grand Marshal…” He was a terrible example.

Who was in charge? “Right, Nemo Ven,” for those that didn’t read the briefing… “Is that Mon Cal, their supreme commander. Was hanging out in your space when the Protectorate was going full bore. Apparently Sith trapped him off from his team, and he’s been having a hate for them ever since. Was running some splinter assaults, and I saw his name cross as someone friendly to the Und--- other interests of mine.

“They’re bringing in a Jedi, Omai Rhen, he wasn’t seeing eye to eye with the Republic’s leadership. Wants a council-less Order, or something. Not too concerned with the religious.” He looked at Chevu. “No offense… And the third, that’s Caita Xen. She’s stepping up to help lead the union of worlds. Foreign affairs and Defense Ministry. Hard nut from what I can tell.” But he only looked for the first two, the one who would be giving him the greenlight on a few teams he wanted to build and the one who would be babysitting his Force use.

[member="Chevu Visz"]
[member="Aeron Kreelan"]

 

[Aeron Kreelan]

[member="Coren Starchaser"] [member="Chevu Visz"]

Aeron’s blue eyes would drift from the Mon Cal, to the Jedi, to the politician. Okay, she had names and bodies. Question is, who was going to be the one paying her and the Pyre.

Taking some time to mull it over, she finally settled upon the Sullustan female. The Icarii would attempt to get some kind of read on her, but she couldn’t get much. As it was, it was likely that she was the one who she would have to talk to -- with some conjunction with the Admiral likely.

A glance over to Starchaser would provoke a sudden beckoning. She shot the Mirialen a slight expression of ‘sorry,kid,’ then smacked her hand upon Coren’s shoulder. With a firm grip, she began to drag him with her -- whether he was willing or not.

“I’ll bring him back soon enough,” she shot over her shoulder at the Forcer, only turning to give a sideways glance to Coren’s swarthy face.

“He just needs to make some introductions. Don’tcha Starchaser?” it was followed by a flex of her fingers right over his shoulder in emphasis.

 

[Coren Starchaser]

Right, work. He should’ve figured that the Prex would need him to do a few things right after the meeting. He felt the blonde-and-umbra Adept’s hand on his shoulder and looked. With Aeron and Coren perhaps being two of the most specialized Force users, with the exception of Coren’s man crush, Jorus Merrill. The rest of the galaxy, could easily just mind-dominate everyone in the room while launching the planet into a black hole.

Or something.

He knew that if he didn’t come along with the Prex, he’d be dragged anyway, so he was getting up and tossing Chevu an almost apologetic look. On a scale of people to drag him away, Aeron was number two, Spark was number one.

Not that those two, y’know, did anything. As she would say, hashtag awkward.

“Yes boss,” he said, a bit of sarcasm bleeding into his tone as he got up.

[member="Aeron Kreelan"]