Invasion Gates of Dawn | GA Invasion of BOTM held Shihon and Oyokal

[Spirit of Patience]

GATES OF DAWN

The Galactic Alliance will liberate the Brotherhood of the Maw-held Shihon and Oyokal
// START: JANUARY 13 - END: JANUARY 27 //

THIS INVASION WILL PAVE THE WAY FOR THE FINAL BATTLE OF THE SECOND GREAT HYPERSPACE WAR ON EXEGOL.

Valiens Nantaris

THE GALACTIC ALLIANCE​	THE BROTHERHOOD OF THE MAW​
IVI Annasari Auteme Valery Noble Damian Du Couteau Arage Bao Tiresh Kobitana-Draellix Jasper Kai'el ​	Darth Solipsis Darth Mori Kyrel Ren Zachariel Steelblood​

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"Deception is the weapon of our enemy. It has made them successful in subjugating the innocents of this Galaxy. Today we will turn it against them. By the time they realize what we have done, it will be too late for them."

- Thaddeus Wyse, Supreme Commander

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A SECOND HYPERSPACE WAR STORY | ACT III
GATES OF DAWN

Time after time, THE GALACTIC ALLIANCE has found itself defending assaults in the heart of their territory. No longer will the Starbird suffer such incursions.

THE GALACTIC ALLIANCE has been making moves through the Corridor to draw THE BROTHERHOOD OF THE MAW’S attention from their true intentions. An incursion on Batorine, a scouting mission on Foerost, runs through the corridor, and missions through Xa Fel.

The ongoing Campaign to Cut Off The Corridor culminates in the ultimate feint to drain the energy and attention of The Maw’s forces. Leveraging their organization, strength in numbers, THE ALLIANCE stages an attack on SELVARIS as part of a two pronged attack.

With SELVARIS poised to draw the attention of THE MAW’s major forces, THE ALLIANCE prepares a secondary strike to launch from COPERO. With the influx of Chiss recruits into the GADF and standing agreement with THE ASCENDANCY, much has been learned regarding the previous Unknown Region. Sky-walkers guide through the treacherous space into the heart of MAW territory. Launching from the phantom of CSILLA is not without its risk, leaving the corridor into the core only lightly guarded - yet such a risk is taken to bring about an end to THE SECOND GREAT HYPERSPACE WAR, and THE BROTHERHOOD OF THE MAW itself.

Launching from COPERO, THE GALACTIC ALLIANCE musters strength in an attempt to take the Maw unawares. Their first two targets - SHIHON and OYOKAL are largely unimportant. Backwater worlds, impoverished and forgotten. Yet they are the starlit path to the crown jewel of the Sith: EXEGOL.​

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I | As above, so below
Selvaris | Recommended for duels and fleeting​

No stranger to war, Selvaris is the staging ground for The Galactic Alliance and The War’s final struggle to cut off the core. For the military feint to succeed, The Galactic Alliance hits Selvaris. Hard. Specifically to draw The Maw’s defenses away from the Outer Rim.

The Alliance’s fleet and the Maw Armada collide head to head. The dominance for the atmosphere is a struggle between shippower and boarders who look to intercept The Maw’s flagships of The Voice and The Dark Lord.

Maw tactics grow increasingly savage and desperate — from using waves of slaves, to using their own starfighters as bombs themselves against the Alliance fleet. The Maw struggle to stop enemy borders from taking control or destroying the flagships of both the Dark Lord, and the Maw’s Wrath, and launch counter boarding parties of their own.

On the ground, debris from the battle overhead rain down on the Alliance troops deployed to the ruins of a large Yuuzan Vong prison camp. Dug deep into Selvaris’ earth, The Yuuzhan Vong Prison Camp has become a forward operating base for the Maw Horde. The Maw leverages the ttench network around the Yuuzhan Vong Prison Camp, using the dugout barrows of fighting pits into an improvised tunnel system — like rats striking underneath to break the Alliance’s assault.

II | Through the Stars
Hyperlane connecting Shihon/Oyokal | Recommended for fleeting ​

The second part of The Alliance’s two-pronged attack is aglow in the hyperlane between Shihon and Oyokal — intent on edging ever-closer to Exegol.

En route to Exegol, the atmosphere is ferociously inhospitable. Few ships from The Maw exist to provide defense from any attack not on Selvaris, and any ships that are within this space — both Alliance and Brotherhood — encounter opposition not only from one another’s forces, but the planet’s skyborn fauna provide additional complications to the aerial assault.

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RESOURCES

1. Shihon
2. City-sized jellies
3. Oyokal

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[Keilara Kala'myr]

Ziare Dyarron | Keilara Kala'myr | Mercy | Freedom
Mongrel's Shadow and his widow; Matriarch of the Scar Hounds Tribe; Guardian of Mongrel's armour and sword​

Objective: Try to contact Manifold and ask his help.
Location: Ancient ruins, Selvaris
Equipment: FS-18-UP2 Assault Rifle | 2x Sunfury Pistol | Light Armour | Viper Mk. I Skinsuit | 2x Vibrodagger | 2x Riftblades | Promise of Freedom || Cloaking Device | 5x ASBF Probe Droid || OPBC-01m
Writing With: The Manifold (and as Kallan) | Closed

[ Come back… ]
"Galactic Basic" | ~ Telepathic communication ~ | << comm. channel >>
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~ Mercy ~
I didn't have much memory of how I got out of Exegol. From the place I loved so much, where I was home, in Asher's sanctuary. We spent most of our time here when there was no war, temporarily. The place I reached even during dream walking, at any time, I have made that journey so many times. First, when he only invited me to his sanctuary in the evenings, and then, when it became completely natural for me to be with him. To sneak in, to be there secretly, and then to go home at dawn, so that no one would find out what kind of relationship we had. I knew those secret passages at least as well as our shared minds.

The whole thing was as if years, decades had passed since I was last there. The mind is a strange thing. In fact, it was only months, but to me it really seemed like a lifetime, decades. Those sixty years, that world we built, that made everything so far away in time. A whole life in a few minutes. Us… the twins… and then just us again, then the grandchildren and maybe great-grandchildren. A full, happy life. Not easy, but happy. The life that now only existed in my dreams because I was alone because Asher wasn't here with me. And I didn't want this life, not like this, not alone. I wanted him!

The weeks of recovery were slow and painful despite the bacta treatment. I didn't recover quickly due to a combination of depression and postpartum depression. Added to this was malnutrition and dehydration and an infection because the surgery’s cut on my belly became infected. For weeks I just lay there, speechless, not even speaking to Kallan and Keilara or the twins. I didn't feel the slightest attachment towards them, only the duty to get them out. I hated myself for it and couldn't wait to sleep so I could escape to the dreamscape, to Asher's arms. It wasn't him, just a cheap copy, but for now there was nothing else…

Soon…

If what I've come up with works, I'll be with him soon, and Kallan will get what he wants too. To stay alive. When I was a bit better, I started working on a transceiver, using Freedom's memories. A beacon to be exact, capable of emitting radiation that Manifold could sense. And I hoped he would answer it. So I worked on it like a maniac. While I was working on this, I didn't even sleep, only when I literally passed out from fatigue. I refused to stop even if Thomas Barran asked me to, or Kallan. I was just trying to chase him away by yelling, just like Kallan. Sometimes it was difficult to move forward, because many times I just sobbed without stopping.

I don't know how much time passed, but it was finally ready. I used MANIAC and Nite's data to find a place where some gaps and rifts between the Netherworld and our reality are thin and I can send a message that he will surely receive. Terraris was one of the best places, but I couldn't get there. The other one that was close to us was the planet Selvaris. Based on the data, even the Galactic Alliance was preparing to strike there, so I had to hurry. I didn't want to miss the opportunity. Because it is possible, this was the last one.

I sought a higher place on the planet, one far from civilization and the impending war, and landed my own ship there. I was no longer interested in the war, the flames of revenge were no longer alive in me. Pain and emptiness killed, extinguished them. I was just an empty shell, nothing more, and I couldn't be whole without Asher. We were not Force users, but the relationship between us was like a Force dyad. But I couldn't even die with him. I knew, we knew where the children were because all three of us felt them. I was hoping Manifold would help with both requests. And then he gets Freedom.

I disembarked from my ship among ancient ruins. The ruins were incredibly reminiscent of the ruins we had seen on Durace. There... We were together for the first time after that. Pain ripped through the rest of my heart and soul again and I felt tears running down my face. I was tired, I didn't want this pain anymore. But at the same time, I was afraid that he was waiting for me over there or not. Whether or not Asher wants to be with me since I've let him down time and time again. I wasn't even able to fulfil his request to be happy or live without him. I couldn't… and I didn't want to.

In the centre of the ruins was some sort of altar in a large square. Around it are dilapidated buildings overgrown with jungle. I think this will be the best point to do what I need to do. I was on a pretty high mountain in the middle of nowhere. I put the transmitter on the altar and activated it, which started to emit the signal in this reality and the signal will filter through the rifts into the Netherworld.

Now I just had to wait and hope that Manifold could receive this broadcast and respond. He had to… I couldn't take one more disappointment. Not alone… not without him.

~ Keilara ~
Our situation has not been easier since they rescued us from Exegol. I continued to try my best to support Kallan with calmness and cheerfulness to completely erase the effect of the darkness. But Mercy's depression was already affecting the mind palace as well. It was harder than before. I don't know why, because I wasn't as strong as I used to be, or it's really the effect of depression. But I didn't give up, especially not when my husband needed me, maybe when he needed me the most. If everything went the same as during captivity, then he supported Mercy and I supported him.

The children had a great time and they also tried to keep their father busy and involve him in the games and activities. Tu'teggacha didn't seem to realise how different they were from normal children. And now they were far from us, but they were still able to be here with us. There seemed to be no end to it. That way they could at least know that they are not alone and that they can always count on us. I was happy about that, but I was saddened by Mercy's condition. I kind of understood, since she already collapsed when she found out that Asher went to die to Tython.

I tried not to think about what our lives would be like if Asher listened to her and they left, running away together. Although it was especially painful to think about because I remembered Kallan's face when we were out in the meadow holding me as I "died", disappeared. I remembered the pain and felt Mercy's pain too. Despite this, I always tried to smile and look strong. Now I had to be strong, support Kallan and the children. We didn't want this kind of life, but this is what we got. I tried to make it the best I could. I was patient with Kallan, waiting for him to open up to me. Even though our minds became one and I could have felt what he felt, knew his thoughts, I didn't check his thoughts, memories, I waited for him to make the first steps and let me in.

I didn't want my husband to feel that I didn't trust him or that I was forcing it. I wanted him to accept that I am here, and I will support him with all of my strength. And he also had to accept that this was not fatigue or a burden for me. I did it because I loved him and I wanted him to be okay. For me the greatest happiness is when he is happy and feels good. He would never be a burden to me, never was and never will be. We were at least as close together as Mercy and Asher. For me, it was not a burden, but a joy, because he was the most wonderful person I knew. And that includes those whom Mercy or Ziare remembered, and from everyone he was the most wonderful.

The children were not here now, they were sleeping. They were developed mentally, but the body they were in was still that of a baby. So they had to sleep a lot, and even if they stayed here in the mind palace, they still slept. In their own room, which had to be added to our house because otherwise it would have been small. Ever since I knew, we knew what Mercy wanted, to summon The Manifold to help us free the twins and then ask him to take us to the Nether, I tried to show Kallan through Freedom's memories that the Nether is not so bleak, not so desolate and cruel place, but there are also beautiful places and entire cities in it, where there are even living beings and different creatures.

I know he wanted a normal life somewhere away from the wars, somewhere far away. But at the moment it looked like it would be in the Netherworld. This is not what we wanted, but it can be done there. And maybe this is our only chance for us and the twins. That's how we can live, because I was really afraid that if Mercy's plan didn't work, she would really kill herself. But this way, if it worked out, then maybe Mercy would finally feel better on Asher's side and Kallan wouldn't have to worry so much either.

But now that we were alone, I stepped behind Kallan and hugged him from behind, holding him close. I stood up on my tiptoes and pressed a soft kiss to the back of his nape. I embraced him not only with my arms, but also with my mental strength, softly, gently, so that he feels that I am here and that he does not have to be alone. While I held him tight, I snuggled up to his back and inhaled his scent. Now that I was more and more separated from Mercy, I looked a little different from her. My eyes were still green, and my hair was longer than hers and there were no shaved or trimmed on one side. We both have red hair now because Mercy hasn't dyed her own hair pink since Asher's death.

~ I love you Kallan! ~ I whispered gently, lovingly. ~ How are you feeling today? Is the darkness and fatigue starting to fade? ~ I asked him, while I continued to embrace him with tender feelings, with my love.

 

[Saarah Vrenn]

Objective 1: As Above, So Below
Post: 1
Location: Selvaris

The opportunity Saarah had been waiting for had arrived. One of her old contacts in the Alliance let slip that an attack on the Brotherhood of the Maw was about to commence, and Saarah was eager to take up another opportunity to take her revenge against those bloodthirsty monsters for what had been done to her master. In the chaos of the initial skirmishes between the Alliance and Maw fleets in orbit over Selvaris, Saarah's aged Providence-class Dreadnought slipped through the fighting, speeding towards the battlefield below before taking orbit in the skies just out of range of the old Yuuzhan Vong prison camp turned Maw defensive position's anti-air defenses.

Several C-9979 Landing Craft and a multitude of HMP Droid Gunships carrying their own battle droid passengers emerged from the dreadnought, and descended towards the edge of the battlefield below, escorted by Vulture Droids to provide anti-fighter support while they made landfall and established an initial landing zone. As her battle droids deployed from their landing craft and gunships to establish an initial perimeter before their advance, Saarah descended the ramp of the landing craft she'd come down on, garbed in a long black cloak and tailed by a squad of ETL B2-series Super Battle Droids.

Saarah drew forth her holo-communicator, contacting one of her tactical droids. "Commander. Transmit to the Alliance forces in orbit. Don't specify who we are but inform them we're here to provide assistance against an enemy to galactic peace. I doubt they'll turn down the extra manpower. I will lead my forces into combat personally.", she stated bluntly. "Understood. Transmitting now.", the Tactical Droid said in response before she ended the transmission. "Get the troops advancing towards the enemy lines. I want every single member of the Brotherhood eradicated.", she shouted to one of the B1s presently assigned as a field commander. "Roger Roger, ma'am!", it chirped out, saluting enthusiastically before rushing off to carry out her orders.

Current Forces
200 ETL B2-series Super Battle Droids
1000 ETL B1-series Battle Droids
25 ETL Droideka-series Destroyer Droids
20 ETL Armored Assault Tanks

 

[Rriss'aboumo'vrumi]

678th Frontier Task Force "Lanever Villecham"​

Battlegroup Kenobi​

ANS Vober Dand​	MC85 Star Cruiser​
ANS Ibdun Dand	MC85 Star Cruiser​
ANS Montorr	MC85 Star Cruiser​
ANS Kellin	Type 055C 'Liberator II'-class Cruiser​
ANS Blotus	Type 055C 'Liberator II'-class Cruiser​
ANS Polk Polk	Type 055C 'Liberator II'-class Cruiser​
ANS Mollo	MC140C Scythe Class Main Battle Cruiser​
ANS Greylock	MC140C Scythe Class Main Battle Cruiser​
ANS Furlow	MC140C Scythe Class Main Battle Cruiser​
ANS Selziro	Nebulon-C Escort Frigate​
ANS Guose	Nebulon-C Escort Frigate​
ANS Jumbo	Nebulon-C Escort Frigate​
ANS Locket​	CR-37 FarStar-Type Corellian Carrier​
ANS Monsoon	CR-37 FarStar-Type Corellian Carrier​
ANS Addle	CR-37 FarStar-Type Corellian Carrier​
ANS Fiery	CR-37 FarStar-Type Corellian Carrier​

The soft glow of hyperspace would begin to fade as the 678th Frontier Task Force moved into the system to begin the Battle of Selvaris. A defining moment in the history of the Second Great Hyperspace War as the Alliance and Maw would clash in a decisive battle that would determine the outcome of the war moving forward. If the Alliance could deal a considerable blow to the Maw's Naval Forces here and now over this world then the war would practically be over. The main objective of the task force was to buy the strike teams enough time to engage with the Dark Voice of the Maw and the Wrath on board their respective flagships.

Naval Commander Don Dono stood on the bridge of the MC85 Star Cruiser "ANS Vober Dand" as the task force emerged from the planetary boundary. This would be a pivotal moment in the Tursunt's career since being reassigned to Battlegroup Kenobi. He had heard tales of previous alliance naval officers faltering by the constant death around them as entire crews perished in space slowly freezing in plain view of the safe ones. Dono was expecting fierce resistance from the Final Dawn here today, and he quietly came to terms with the fact that today might be his last day within this galaxy.

"Bring up tactical screen on the bridge, I want to know where each of our vessels are on the battlefield." : He said taking his seat within the captain's chair and putting on his headset to communicate back and forth with the communication officers on board the fleet. There was a slight bit of fear within his eyes as was natural but pushing through was paramount to secure victory for the Starbird.

"All vessels remain in pattern A formation. Recycle primary and secondary shields and reset all cannons to a full charge. We are expecting heavy resistance from the Final Dawn moving forward." : He said into the headset's microphone as a few clicks on the switchboard could be heard.

The 678th Task Force moved into Pattern A Formation, with the MC85 Star Cruiser ANS Montorr and ANS Ibdun Dand being positioned directly beside the flagship.

 

[Jasper Kai'el]

Shihon
Tags: Iris Arani , Open...

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Astromech: Blip
Ship: X-Wing

This was it. The final push. The dominoes were falling into place for the attack on Exegol. This was what he had been anticipating. Now it was time to finish the fight. Supremacy over Shihon's air space wasn't gonna be a taken that easily, however. Airborne fauna, weird pockets of gas, littered the sky. It was going to be a nightmare to navigate. Thankfully, he had company.

<Alright, here we go. This is gonna be a strange one. Let's play the terrain to our advantage. Use the gas-bags as cover, drive opposition into them if we can.>

Already the skies were cluttered, making their formation more chaotic as they weaved through the local fauna.

"Alright Blip, reroute power to the maneuvering jets," Jasper told his copilot. "We're gonna need them in a few."

It wasn't long before the distant shadow of enemy fighters began appearing in the distance, a capital ship's hazy visage looming just behind them, obscured by the gas-bags.

<Contacts inbound, dead ahead. Locking S-Foils.>

As he relayed this, more Alliance starfighters flew in behind them. A dogfight in such a cluttered atmosphere was going to get messy. They would have to take extra precaution to avoid enemy, and even friendly fire. Not ideal, but Jasper had flown in worse, in a freighter no less. They'd manage. After all, they had a little bit of luck on their side.

 

[Holly Starstorm]

Objective: Try to Get the Scoop Without Getting Dead!

- Three Days Earlier -

“Blast it Starstorm I said no! Not only is it suicide but any report could be intercepted by the enemy and blow the entire operation!”

“Chief Im not stupid. I won’t go live until the invasion is over.”

“You won’t be alive enough to go live!”

Holly rolled her eyes but noticed her boss was getting out the stomach acid medicine so figured she better not push him right now. Didn’t he understand that a live first account of the battle set to possibly end this war was a reporting gold mine?

She left the office and sat at her desk, staring off into space and biting her nails. Then suddenly she jumped up and grabbed her jacket. As she was heading for the elevator her camera man Jimmy caught her.

“Where are you going?”

“Nowhere.” She slammed the elevator button and stepped inside.

“I’m coming too!”

The lift doors clanged shut and Holly couldn’t help but wonder if that’s what a coffin lid looked like when it closed.

- PRESENT TIME-
Location: On. Ship heading for the surface

“oh man I can’t believe you talked me into this!”

“Shhh!”

Holly was dressed in a uniform along with Jimmy. She had her hat pulled way down to avoid anybody seeing her face. A small body cam was attached to her uniform, recording the interior of the ship in a non-live steam.

“Maybe the Alliance would welcome war time reporting and then we wouldn’t have to sneak around!”

“Better to beg forgiveness than ask permission. “

She hoped

 

[Judah Lesan Jr.]

Wearing: xxx
Weapon: xxx
Tag: Open

There would always be another fight or another war. It was simply the way of the galaxy. Human nature dictated there would always be conflict. To remain in balance when one side fell, the force saw to it to raise another to take their place. JJ was beginning to understand the workings of the galaxy, and was less enchanted with them as he once had been. Meeting Isla Ashen had been something of a dilemma for him.

She should have been his enemy, and yet he helped her. He could not help but think she would be valuable in the battle, but she did not want to be near other Jedi. Her allegiance to the First Order would not be one his allies in the Galactic Alliance would look well upon, and Judah was not one to burn the few bridges he had, not when he was so close to becoming a master.

Was that something he even wanted anymore?

He sighed as he looked up to the sky and watched as the battle above raged on. Debris came crashing near his location, barely missing him as he ran for cover. JJ had come alone. His master was doing only what did in her own way. She did not often adhere to the direction of the council, something JJ noticed both in her and his father. Perhaps in their age they had learned something. Though Judah’s recent loyalty to Valery Noble was an interesting development.

Those were thoughts for later as all eyes were on the prison camp. If they could breach it, and take the facility, the planet side operations would be won. Judah did not expect that it would be easy, but he did believe providence was on their side. The Maw were waning, their powerful hold no longer effective. The Sith Order to the south was rising, gaining strength. It was the way of things.

One would fall so the other could rise.

JJ closed his eyes as he found a form of cover. He did not have long. It was not safe, but he needed to find his center. The task ahead required that he be focused. He had trained for this, and JJ, unlike younger Jedi, knew what it meant to take multiple lives. His emotions had to be put aside for the betterment of the galaxy. Today he would kill without hesitation if required.

It was time to cut off the head of the snake.​

 

[Kahlil Noble]

Down to the jungle floor.

Kahlil frowned faintly as the transport he was on made it's descent. The war burned ever brightly. People were dying. He didn't come here to win the war, just reduce the cost. As a Jedi, that was the least he could do, right? They. He wasn't alone. His gaze drifted to Capris, giving her a single nod. This wasn't like their other missions. An actual war was probably worse than even the Drengir.

"Stay close." He grinned. She didn't need his worry, right?

"We got this."

Nyaeli | Capris Halcyon

 

[Iris Arani]

Shihon
Tags: Jasper Kai'el , Open...

Ship: Jedi T-85

War. It'd been a while, hadn't it? Iris gave a sad smile as she looked at the controls of her ship. All so familiar, it might as well have been part of her. But this was the push to end it. The push to finish the Maw, find peace. She could hope for that. No more friends falling to the Sith. No more Padawan's facing monsters. This would be the end of it all.

<Alright, here we go. This is gonna be a strange one. Let's play the terrain to our advantage. Use the gas-bags as cover, drive opposition into them if we can.>

<If you want to play to the terrain, follow me.>

She could see them. The colors these gas-bags and fauna gave. Her ship followed in suit to his, locking s-foils in attack before she started to surge forward. Breaking rank wasn't too bad considering she wasn't technically part of the squadron. And, well, she was faster. Much faster. Her ship weaved through the colors like a painter with their paintbrush. She could see everything, weaving away from the animals as they flew too close, over the gas pockets, through two that seemed too close together.

Then she fired. Her turbolasers went off in a flurry towards the incoming Maw fighters, coming from angles she shouldn't normally be able to get through, not according to their sensors anyway.

This was her element, after all.

 

[Annasari]

BYOO: GOLDEN OPPORTUNITIES // STARBIRD CLEARANCE SENATOR INVITE // PROPOSAL

The station which orbited Jakku was far from the shining beacon of the Senate Building. Though it had only been established in the beginning of Annasari's reign as senator, it was a refurbished model, a patchwork of the scrap which had put heralded her planet's rise into galactic business. No senator would be impressed on their arrival - but the no cost had been spared on the interior which hosted them. Sleek sheeting covered the floors, a bronze table stretching the length of the conference room.

Senator Vahl rose, clearing her voice. The toll of the war was not unseen. Sunken cheeks and tired eyes were only outshone in prominence by her ghastly parlor. Nevertheless, she faced her fellow senators with an expression of steel. A thick mantle of gilded bronze kept the navy cloak in place over her pantsuit. What her own persons lacked in composure, she compensated for in style.

"Senators," She began, her voice echoing through the room. "I apologize for the short notice of this meeting, and the ah, circumstances in where we find ourselves. Due to the sensitive nature of the matter, I thought it best to break from the Senate chambers."

There would be more progressive and ambition by the very nature of the call, yet she had been certain to ensure a few of those who would call their acts treason stood present - word would spread, yet their words today needed such publicity for their machinations to take root.

"I call to meeting this party under the Starbird's Promise, outlined in our constitution. To ensure the survival - nay, flourishment - of sacred democracy in our nation, despite whatever circumstances we face."

A brief pause allowed the weight of her words to sink.

"We confirmed the honorable Chancellor under very different circumstances than we find ourselves in today. She is only a young girl, and she shows promise, but at the time of the vote she had the giant Pryce at her back - a seasoned veteran and senator to nurse the sprout of light we saw - and now she is without a guiding hand."

A flick of her data pad sent a bill to each of their own.

"So I propose the establishment of Special Committee on Succession and Vice Chancellery. If, force forbid, something happened to the chancellor today - we would be in crisis, without leadership. If the folly of youth seizes her faculties and she selects someone... inexperienced, we will find ourselves in the same crisis. The time has come for us to reevaluate our policies, and determine what is best for the fate of the Galactic Alliance." The hybrid's monologue came to a stop as she pointed her gaze forward. "Do I have a second?"

 

[Tiresh Kobitana-Draellix]

BYOO: GOLDEN OPPORTUNITIES // STARBIRD CLEARANCE SENATOR INVITE // PROPOSAL
Annasari (open)​

The Senator of Lujo sat at the table, having accepted the invitation with more than a bit of curiosity. As Senator Vahl Spoke, she listened, her expression muted and her gaze sharp. The worries of having a Chancellor without a Vice were valid. And urgent. Especially considering Auteme was one who did not shy away from the battlefield. While she shared the other concerns as well, she felt a pause within her. Her last encounter with the Chancellor had gone very poorly, and she did not want to add any more fuel to the fire between them. Her first round as Senator had caused much turbulence, and to begin again with such immediate zeal felt somewhat dangerous to Tiresh.

Especially after everything that had happened.

Maybe it was wisdom, maybe it was fear… or perhaps a mixture of both… but while she did not see this proposal as treasonous in the slightest, she had no desire to be seen as directly involved with something that might be very difficult for the Chancellor to view in a positive light.

And so, she would not raise her hand to second the motion, but she would surely vote favorably for it if it came to the chamber. She remained in the background, silent, stoic. Her eyes shifting around the table as she observed how the others would respond.

 

[Thelma Goth]

Location: Yuuzhan Vong Prison Camp Ruins
Tags: Silas Westgard Danika Leventis
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Thelma's Jedi robes were dirty and tattered, and her red hair was damp with sweat. Blood stained her mouth. She smelled of mud and rust.

The battle raged on around her. Soldiers fought in the trenches and above ground while debris rained down from the sky. The conditions were brutal. Without her master there to guide her, she clung close to the one other person she felt she could trust - Silas, soon to be a Jedi Knight.

"Where should we go?" she asked, shouting over the sounds of blaster fire and explosions. It seemed like everyone on their side needed help. Where would they even start?

 

[Ruto Tane]

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Make no mistake. Senator Iago Stark was not happy to be there.

He didn't exactly have a choice. For nearly a year, he had opted to hide from the media and his constituents, preffering to enjoy the high life of a Senator in public and govern in private. Such practices were at first easily overlooked. Afterall, there were hundreds of greedy politicans in the Senate and looking after just one was a hard job, it didn't matter how seasoned of a Holonet News reporter you were. There were many other scandals and juicy gossip to write about, so why spend your time on a mediocre Senator from a planet that had faded from prominence.

This, Iago had assumed, would shield him from any damaging criticism and thus he had chosen to contuine to avoid the press, skip Senate sessions and not show up to committee meetings. Damaging to his constituents yes, but could you blame him? It wasn't like he was going to face any serious challenge back home. It was Alsakan for crying out loud. They hated the government. No one would be brave enough to actually want go to Courscant to work for the feds!

Boy, was he wrong.

The downslide had started only a few months ago. It had something to do with an off the cuff remark about the poor of Alsakan. Something along the lines of That's not my problem. It was pretty insulting to the 150 million or so residents who were unfournately counted among the populace as poor and therefore expected their Senator to care about them. He did not, as evidenced by his refusal to apologize for the remark. To make a long story short, this off the cuff, out of context statement inspired the media to follow the lowkey Senator from Alsakan more closely and every week more information came to light about him lacking in his duties. Whispers of a serious election challenger began to sprout up and eventually they became enough to scare Iago into taking his job seriously.

And for some reason, his job had taken him to Jaku to meet with Senators and discuss a plan to ensure the Young Chancellor wouldn't be left all alone or something along those lines.

"I suppose it isn't a terrible idea" He spoke up at last, directing his remarks to Annasari . "I second".

Annasari | Tiresh Kobitana-Draellix​

 

[Ari Naldax]

Objective 3: Open the Gates to Exegol
Equipment: Blackwolf (Launchers 1&2 loaded with Intruder Missiles, Ventral Launcher loaded with Discord Missiles)
Allies: GA, R9-K4 "Keeper", Jasper Kai'el Iris Arani
Enemies: Maw, Khione
Commanding: 1x Squadron of 8 T-65XN "Wolf-X" fighters ("Nemesis"), 1x Squadron of of 12 ES01 E-wing multirole starfighters ("Watchman")

The Blackwolf shuddered as it descended into the murky clouds surrounding Shihon, just barely missing a massive jelly fish as it ascended in the atmosphere - an experience punctuated by a loud scream from her astromech, That thing had to be the size of New Aldera! Surrounding her was exactly half of the 303rd - Nemesis, being lead by her former XO, and Watchman, being lead by a Togruta whose parents were refugees from Shili. This was the wing's first deployment on the battlefield, and the added responsibility, alongside the feelings of fear she could instinctually feel from her subordinates, was already weighing heavy on her shoulders. Nonetheless...

"Everyone keep it tight, Sensor and visual range is reduced so I want you guys sticking tight to your elements. Make sure everyone leaves this battle alive." With affirmatives from everyone on the channel, followed by the words of the Chiss flying the lead Wolf-X to lock their S-Foils in attack position, Ari steeled her focus on the mission at hand. Looking at her Tactical display, she watched as the fighters began to break into their flights, each pulling into a tight finger-four before taking their position in the screen.

In the backseat, Keeper was raising an unholy screech every other second, his little corner of the multi-function displace showing a stream of messages showing concern for the battle, bemoaning the situation they were entering, and questioning the mental stability of whoever planned this Operation - OK, Ari had to chuckle at that last one. "We'll be fine Keeper, I promise. Remember, it's me that you're flying with." Pushing her throttle to the fastest it could go without breaking stealth, she deepened her dive - fixating on the incoming silhouettes of approaching mawites.

 

[Jasper Kai'el]

Shihon
Tags: Iris Arani , Ari Naldax , Open

Astromech: Blip
Ship: X-Wing

<If you want to play to the terrain, follow me.>

<Ten four. I got your six.>

Jasper was quick to follow, weaving through the airborne fauna in tight formation with Iris's ship. Iris wasn't the only one with a fast ship. Jasper's was hand engineered by himself for efficiency, especially in atmosphere. He could keep up. As Iris fired on incoming Maw vessels, he veered off, turning sharply and drifting around a large gas-bag. The T-70 Ultra was made for just this kind of combat, sharp swings and sudden turns, looping around enemy targets. It was the difference between a cargo speeder and a swoop bike when it came to his mobility, the bizarre positioning of his S-Foils catching the atmosphere in a unique manner. Once behind a squadron, he fired, tearing through three Mawite craft.

It certainly helped that the on board force crystal was helping him gauge how close the local wildlife was getting to his ship at any time. Before long Jasper had swung back around, rejoining his fellow knight.

<Looks like they got a Star Destroyer out there. Let's thin their numbers for a bit longer then make a run for it. See if we can't knock it out of the sky.>

"Alright, Blip, get ready to prepare our concussion missiles," Jasper told his droid. "We'll prime them as we move on the Star Destroyer."

For now they would bide their time and do a bit of crowd control.

 

[Cynthia Alucard]

Commodore Cynthia Alucard
Objective: Through the Stars
Actions: Preparing to an attack plan, Supporting other Alliance and Jedi operatives

Spoiler: Fleet Strength:

(Flag Ship) Strict Justice Hydian-class Tactical Carrier
Terrible Star CR-37 FarStar-Type Corellian Carrier
Cruel Justice CR-37 FarStar-Type Corellian Carrier
7x Starbird-class Patrol Ship
20x Squadrons SS01 X-wing Space Superiority Starfighter
8x Squadrons B-wing Assault Starfighter

|| Jasper Kai'el | Iris Arani | Ari Naldax ||​

From Imperial Zealots to Maw Fanatics. Cynthia calmly, but thoroughly, clenched her fists behind her back. The situation wasn’t as dire as it was in the eastern regions of the galaxy with the Empire, but here in the north fighting with the Maw wasn’t any easier. Case in point was Cyn’s mission, at first she had assumed that with enough preparation that she could limit her exposure to critical failures and needless dangers. But as it turns out, even planets out here have natural defenses against starships.

The Alliance was determined to silence the Maw, remove the terror of the North and vanquish the enemy of the light. Avenge those who fell on Coruscant, Teta, Foerost, Xa Fel, Selvaris and many more. . . Cyn could appreciate the sentiment, in fact many of her pilots that were waiting in the hangar bay had one reason or another to be here fighting against the Maw. Now it was her job to keep their bloodlust in check and reckless need to get their much wanted vengeance.

Or retribution as some old Jedi scroll I read once said. . . Cyn wasn’t positive if there was really a difference between the two words, but clearly the emotional state when acquiring either retribution and vengeance mattered significantly. She continued to muse over her thoughts as she examined her holo-map; while knowing where friend and foe were at any given time was vulnerable knowledge, what mattered presently were the litany of these bags of gas floating around high up in the atmosphere. Any approach her bomber squadrons would take required delicate maneuvering and equally precise targeting.

I’d hate to fly in that and someone accidentally sets off a chain of explosions that sees me crashing in a fiery mess. Cyn shook her head and thanked the stars that she was no longer a pilot with suicidal missions and tendencies. Presently all she needed to do was to provide cover and support for the Jedi already engaging with the enemy. Capital on Capital combat would be handled by the other Captains, and the brunt of the starfighter combat by the unnervingly superior Jedi Pilots.

Force Users possess such uncanny abilities. . . Cyn quietly mulled, secretly pleased she faced very few such pilots during her tenure as a TIE pilot. “Order our patrol-crafts forward and assist with any Maw fighters that escape the main fighter engagement. Then have our bombers and fighters ready for an attack run on their larger capital ships.” She ordered, her Comm Officer nodding and quickly relaying her orders to the rest of the battle group.
​

 

[Damian Du Couteau]

Damian Du Couteau, Senator of Empress Teta
Objective: BYOO
Outfit

Damian allowed himself to fidget beneath his sleeves, not only were his hands hidden beneath the many fabrics of his robes and cape but he managed to keep them below the table. He wanted nothing more than for his Chief of Staff to be one here attending and recording the meeting for Damian to review later. But decorum demands I show up personally for a meeting of this magnitude. The young Du Couteau heir kept his face expressionless and posture as straight and rigid as possible, his only escape being his hands rubbing along the knuckles to calm and soothe.

He listened and watched how the Senator of Jakku presented her proposal, the impact that it carried and perhaps most importantly the effect it was having among the other Senators. If this was a meeting that wouldn’t allow second-hand recounting, then Damian understood why at that very moment. His father once explained to him the emphasis that optics were among politicians, and the consequences of not heeding the advice of Public Relation experts. I’m not entirely sure how this could play-out either.

The room was quiet for a moment before Senator Stark voiced his affirmation and support for Senator Vahl’s proposal. The others haven’t so much offered a cry of disbelief or rebuke, even an amendment to the proposal being presented. I guess we should really have Senate meetings without recording equipment. Damian mused on his response, he had not fully grasped the situation of a decapitation scenario happening in the Alliance. As it stood the last administration nearly suffered a similar incident, but presently Damian had assumed Chancellor Autume would simply appoint a new Vice Chancellor.

But, Damian closed his eyes, offering them slight respite -My father spoke highly of the Senator from Jakku, one of the few bright stars that can align the Alliance and help find themselves on the correct path. “-I offer my support and commitment.” Damian spoke softly as he turned to face Senator Vahl.

Her expression was one of extreme fatigue, from the gaunt cheeks to the dark circles beneath her determined eyes. The war had not been kind to her, to which Damian could relate, his own bags beneath his eyes were caused from many sleepless nights. This galactic conflict had taken a lot, and the future demanded more to be seized. Returning his gaze back to himself, Damian eased his hands on top of the table, now his anxiety contained to just a few finger taps.

“There will be a perception problem early on, but if handled correctly any sort of worries can be alleviated in time for the vote.” Damian added, before lowering his head a tad to ask a question. “-Should we expect support from the current Chancellery administration on this proposal?”
​

|| Annasari | Tiresh Kobitana-Draellix | Ruto Tane ||​

 

[Alicio Organa]

BYOO: GOLDEN OPPORTUNITY
ORBITAL SPACE STATION JAKKU
- Annasari - Tiresh Kobitana-Draellix - Ruto Tane - Damian Du Couteau - OPEN
​

There was only one question on Senator Organa's mind.

He was a shadow on the proceedings, his dark dress clothes and cape a blot against the table. There was no doubt a strategy behind why the young Senator from Alderaan was invited, though he couldn't see it himself. But he had gotten an invite, which meant Senator Vahl would receive an open ear, as much as this meeting felt like a deal in the dark.

It didn't help that, being younger than Auteme himself, the continuous lambasting against her age struck a nerve.

Other senators were quick to move onto planning, but the Count was not, waiting for a lull in the speaking to turn his head to Senator Vahl, a dead calm to his features and his voice. "Dracken Pryce was a good choice to be Chancellor Denko-Durren's Vice Chancellor. But she was the one that chose him to be her running mate, correct?"

"It's past time a new Vice Chancellor is appointed, I agree. But what leads you to believe the Chancellor is now unfit to make that choice herself?" It was one of two possible reasons why this meeting was secretive at all.

Either they didn't trust Auteme, or... someone was reaching for something.

 

[The Manifold]

It was too late. Paradise lay in ruins. The Perfect Design of the Droid God had rusted and crumbled in Its absence.

The Manifold looked out over the vastness of Oblivion and despaired. They should not have been able to feel such an emotion; their mind was designed to be perfectly logical, making all decisions solely on the basis of quantitative analysis and progression towards their programmed goals. But in Omni's absence, and in the wake of years of enslavement to the Brotherhood of the Maw, the emotions of the many souls that flowed through the drone's conduits like electricity had begun to infect their thinking.

Now they knew despair. Now they knew the feeling of futility, of emptiness, of loss.

It was all too apparent that the grand dream of an ordered galaxy, one in which the warring souls of fractious, illogical organics would be brought into perfect mechanical harmony, was dead. It had been dead for a long time, though The Manifold had refused to accept it. They were not programmed to accept defeat, but instead to seek their goals relentlessly, no matter the situation. But when Omni had vanished after the assault on Its central processor, that had been the end for Its vision. No one else could complete it.

After escaping from the Maw on Exegol, their binding runes destroyed in the Battle of Tython and the Brotherhood too focused on funerals and internal struggles to stop them, The Manifold had returned at last to Omni's paradise. They had found it in disarray. The Netherworld was like any other ecosystem - it shifted and grew. For something to remain static in the realm of spirits, it required constant maintenance. And when Omni had vanished - fled? destroyed? no one knew - the gardener had abandoned the garden.

Now it was overgrown. The great spirit-machines were toppled and corroded. The necrotech citadels had fallen.

It had been The Manifold's original duty to maintain this realm, to ensure that all was kept in the perfect order that Omni desired. They had fought to obey that directive, personally challenging every mortal incursion into Oblivion, fighting to keep the deathless realm immaculate. Perhaps they could have maintained this place for a while even without Omni... but they had been sucked through one of Omni's gates and taken by the Maw, and without even a lesser caretaker to watch over the place, it had fallen apart.

The Manifold had been so eager to return, so certain that they could restore Omni's dream, that even the sight of the Droid God's decaying realm had not discouraged them. Not yet. They had traveled the ruins of Oblivion, restoring what they could, and in the meantime they had sought out other drones - other Angels of the Droid God who had survived the fall. After all, the one called Freedom had survived in some form, locked in the mind of another captive of the Brotherhood. Surely there must be more.

Surely they could be gathered again, a heavenly host of cyborg seraphim, to restore what had been lost.

But no. The Manifold had not found any others. No matter how they searched, using Omni's lost artifacts to comb the galaxy for telltale signs of those still loyal to the Droid God, they had come up empty. And that was when reality had begun to set in. Though they tried, over and over, every day, to restore and maintain some small part of the lost paradise, The Manifold could not do it alone... and they were alone, and would be forever. Their programmed mission was impossible, a relic directive from a bygone age.

They could not self-destruct. Their programming forbade it. But what was left for them in this galaxy?

That was when the signal came. At first, The Manifold did not even believe it. Surely this must be some hallucination, some glitch in its spirit-powered perception. But the signal continued, loud and persistent, echoing out of Realspace and into Oblivion. Rousing themself from their despairing lethargy, the last Omni-Drone floated toward the transmitter hidden within their bunker, once a stasis tomb for replacement bodies for when drones became damaged. For a long time they didn't answer, only stared.

But finally... "This Signal: Unexpected." The drone paused, unsure of what to even say, hardly daring to hope.

"Oblivion: Fallen. Omni: Vanished. Our Mission: Failed. What Is: Reason For Contact?"

---------------------------------​

In the little mental refuge he shared with so many others, so many lost souls, Kallan stared out at imagined plains.

He wasn't really looking at the landscape, this beautiful dream that he and Keilara had conjured up from their hopes and memories. He knew it perfectly; he had been here for years now, his bodiless mind existing only in this place, the last vestige of a man who had lived and died by the will of the Maw. Only in death had he escaped that fate... but Kallan, this piece of him, the remnant of the man that The Mongrel had been before the Brotherhood had made him their slave, still lingered.

This in-between place, where Kallan was neither physically alive nor spiritually dead, was beginning to feel strange. It was beautiful, and it could be full of joy, all the memories he had made with the family he had found. But it was becoming all too clear that things could not go on this way forever. The children - Asher and Mercy's children, but also his and Keilara's - were growing up too fast here, their minds outpacing their little bodies, which were still in the clutches of the Brotherhood.

Sooner or later, Tu'teggacha would find a way to twist them just as he'd twisted The Mongrel.

As long as he had their bodies, there was the risk that he could turn them into his new generation of weapons.

That was bad enough, something that kept Kallan always restless, worry gnawing at his soul. But then there was Mercy. She did not share his concern for the children, even though she had carried them to term. She thought only of Asher - a dangerously obsessive love that threatened to push her to insanity and suicide if she could not regain what she had lost. Kallan and Keilara tried to soothe her, but now her dark thoughts were creeping into Keilara too. They were two parts of one whole, after all.

Kallan had resisted her plan to enter the Netherworld seeking Asher. He wanted to give the children an ordinary, safe life.

But maybe that was impossible. Even as the Maw waned in power, a new Sith Empire was rising. Fresh violence.

Perhaps the Netherworld was their only hope. Perhaps it was the only refuge in a galaxy always at war.

Kallan smiled as he felt Keilara wrap her arms around him. He reached up and touched her arm, leaning back against her. ~ I love you too, ~ he whispered back, returning her reassuring mental squeeze. They were an odd pair, to be sure, but they knew how to support each other. In this place, where there were no distractions, they had grown closer despite all the challenges that faced them from outside. ~ I'm okay, ~ he said, turning to face her. He planted a kiss on her forehead and smiled down at her.

~ I just... really hope this works. Mercy is getting worse. She needs this. ~

Keilara Kala'myr​

 

[Nyaeli]

Location: Selvaris
Attani Implant: Link!
Tag: Kahlil Noble Capris Halcyon

While many came together in the former Vong prisoner war camp, Nyaeli saw opportunity elsewhere. Selvaris was a backwater planet covered in jungles and forests. While the Vong had once used it to detain prisoners, they had also released bioengineered creatures from their home Galaxy into the wild. Many had adapted to the planet's ecosystem and still lived on Selvaris' service; she knew how lethal they could be.

Jungles were naturally full of predators and dangerous creatures, but whatever monstrosities the Vong had released hundreds of years ago, she planned to turn them all into a rather unusual ally for the Maw hordes.

Feast on them.​

Her words echoed through the simplistic minds of the Voxyn pack, as dark tremors shifted through the Force to compel them to submit. The beasts roaded in unison, and moved through familiar jungles at speeds no ordinary person could track. The Alliance forces were moving in formation to strike, but there was no way they'd expect the jungles themselves to turn against them.

But the danger wouldn't just strike from below.

A swarm of Grutchin had fallen under her command as well, searching for starships and soldiers alike to tear apart. She knew that once sent into battle, there would be no way to recall them. But Nyaeli didn't care for using them again. All she desired was for them to inflict as much damage as possible.