Faction Geonosian Revolution! Clone Wars 2 on the Horizon?! (Open to THR Jedi and Military)

[Jax Thio]

Geonosis is in chaos! Archduke Grozzek has rallied the Geonosians to rebel against The High Republic. Grozzek had spent the past weeks galvanizing the people saying that the High Republic have their own interests and not the Geonosians in mind. Reactivating thousand-year-old Droid factories hidden beneath the ground, Grozzek constructed his own Droid Army to bolster the Geonosian Warriors who are prepared to fight and die for freedom. High Republic intelligence however, found that Grozzek's revolution may be backed by Sith infiltrators. A Jedi strike team led by Jedi Master: Jax Thio have been deployed to capture the Archduke before he can escape Geonosis. Meanwhile, the Geonisan Warriors and the Droid Army are also preparing to leave the planet, but they are quickly intercepted by the High Republic military. A bloody battle is about to ensue with many comparing this to the First Battle of Geonosis in the Clone Wars.


Objective 1: The Archduke of Hazzard

According to High Republic intelligence, the Archduke is holed in the Spire ready to leave the planet. To avoid the battle raging on the surface, the Jedi Strike Team must navigate through Geonisans hives to reach the Geonosian. Take heed, as the underground is home to many Geonosian warriors armed with spears, rocket launchers and sorts of nefarious weaponry. It must be stressed that the Archduke must be taken alive so proceed with caution.


Objective 2: Clankers Galore!

Attention soldiers! The Droid Army activated their main power generators and are making a defensive stand as Core Ships start to lift off to spread chaos amongst the THR space. Engage the Droids and do what you can to prevent those Core Ships from lifting off. Use everything at your disposal from Tanks, Starfighters anything you can get your hands on. You also might want to do some infiltration if conventional weapons won't work against the Core ships.

Objective 3: HOLD THE LINE!

Though the High Republic formed a blockade around the planet, that doesn’t mean the Geonsians are going to go down quietly. Fueled with passion, fury, and sheer determination, the Geonisans look to break through the blockade allowing the Archduke and any escaping Core Ship to leave. Hold the line and do not allow the Geonisians an inch.

 

[Connel Vanagor]

RELIVING HISTORY BUT BREAKING THE CYCLE
GEONOSIS
OBJ 2

Omega Squad Every Day Gear Locations

• Michael, Gabriel, Azrael, Sariel, Raphael, Jeremiel, Connel, Raguel
  [Any text in brackets signifies comm-link usage and not face to face conversation]
• 
  Rides
  "Enterprise" Station Ship
  Vigilant Reaper
  Null Vector
  Speederbike
  Iron Psalm
  Gear/Armor
  Gear(“Bodycam” Datapad, UAD Drone, link to Seraphim AI and Nanotech included)
  Lightblaster
  Shortsabers (“Night” and “Day”)
  Throwing Lightknives
  Force Blinding Flashbangs
  RI-17 Rifle-w-MS-0412 Grenade Launcher
  SURGICAL - CRYBERNETIC IMPLANTS
  Repli Implants that would be for the limbs
  Bonemer enhancements to strengthen structure of the body
  Muscle enhancements.
  Hemo enhancements for blood flow
  Hawkeye implants for eyes
  Advanced Medical Implant
  Scentzy
  Injected Nanotech upgrades
  
  
  
• Shadow Sanctuary - Enterprise

The war had already begun.

Geonosis burned.

The horizon was a jagged line of explosions, artillery flashes bursting against the red sky like lightning trapped in a sandstorm. Columns of Republic walkers pushed across the dunes while waves of ancient Separatist droids poured from caverns and shattered hives.

Someone had woken an army that should have stayed buried.

Connel Vanagor watched it all through the narrow visor of his Shadow mask.

The Vigilant Reaper roared just meters above the sand, its engines tearing a wake through the dust clouds. Blasterfire stitched the air around them as Geonosian cannons woke up across the battlefield. Streaks of blue, green and red peppered with explosive clouds of powder littered the skies.

Inside the hold, the REEK rattled against its clamps.

Jeremiel sat behind the controls like a man about to drive straight through the gates of hell.
[Three seconds], Michael Angellus’ voice crackled over the squad channel from the cockpit. Even through the comms, Connel could hear the grin.

Three? Gabriel muttered.

Two now, Michael added cheerfully.

Azrael snorted. That kid is enjoying this way too much.

Raphael slammed the charging handle on Bertha, the massive rotary cannon whining to life with a predator’s purr. Good, Raphael said. I was worried this was gonna be boring.

Sariel crouched on the REEK’s forward rail, rifle already braced against his shoulder. Across the battlefield, commander droids began issuing orders. Sariel fired. One shot. A droid’s head exploded in a shower of sparks. Correction, Sariel said calmly.

Was boring.
The REEK clamps released. GO! Jeremiel barked.

The vehicle dropped out of the Reaper like a meteor. For a heartbeat the world was nothing but gravity and red sky. Then the REEK hit the ground.

Hard.

Suspension screamed. Sand exploded in a massive plume as Jeremiel gunned the engines and the armored beast tore forward across the battlefield like an enraged animal. Behind them the Vigilant Reaper climbed, engines screaming skyward. Weapons firing, from larger rotary cannons to even larger mass drivers all hammering the landscape and turning targets into craters.The REEK surged through the chaos, crushing debris and dodging enemy fire as its guns joined the cacophony. Sariel picked off targets with lethal precision, his focus unwavering. Around them, the battlefield transformed into a storm of fire, smoke, and shattered metal. Raphael was shooting anything “Clanker”. They were drawing a lot of attention away from the climbing gunship.

And from its open bay—
Five black shapes fell into the chaos. The Reaper Drop. Connel hit the ground in a roll, boots digging into the red sand as blasterfire streaked overhead. Azrael landed beside him like a falling hammer. Gabriel came down in a controlled slide, already raising his rifle. Bren Alazar—Michael to the squad—hit the ground last, detonator already in hand.

Across the battlefield the REEK tore through a formation of B1 droids.

Raphael stood in the rear hatch like a war god. Bertha spun. The minigun unleashed a hurricane. Droids disintegrated in a storm of molten metal. HAHAHAHA! Raphael bellowed.

Contact left, Sariel called from the vehicle. Two more precise shots. Two more commanders dropped. The droid formations faltered instantly.

Raguel rotated the turret cannon. BOOM. A cluster of battle droids vanished in a rolling explosion. The REEK plowed through the smoke without slowing. Inside the vehicle Jeremiel grinned.

Alright, he said calmly. Let’s go cause some problems. He flicked the controls. Autodrive engaged.
Jeremiel stood up. Behind them the REEK continued racing forward—now unmanned—straight toward a massive artillery emplacement.

Back on the battlefield floor, Connel ignited DAY. The Golden blade snapped to life with a violent hiss.
Around them, droids began redirecting. Too late. Omega Squad moved like a storm. Azrael’s detonator arced through the air. Gabriel cut through a droid line with brutal precision. Alazar slid across the sand and dropped two super battle droids before they could even raise their arms.

Connel stepped forward. Blaster bolts came from every direction. His saber became a golden whirlwind. Metal bodies fell in pieces. Through the Force he could feel the battlefield shifting. Republic troops pushing. Jedi lightsabers igniting in the distance.

And somewhere beyond it all—
The Archduke.

Connel’s jaw tightened beneath the mask.

You started this.

The ground shook.

Behind the droid artillery battery, the unmanned REEK slammed into the emplacement at full speed. Raguel’s cannon fired one last time. The entire artillery nest erupted into a massive fireball. Across the battlefield Republic forces cheered as the barrage suddenly stopped.

Sariel’s voice came over the comm. [Artillery neutralized.]

Raphael laughed. Told you this would be fun.] Connel deactivated his saber for a moment, watching the smoke rise into the Geonosian sky.

Around them the war continued.

But Omega Squad had already changed the battlefield.

Michael (Alazar, not Angellus) keyed the squad channel. [Alright, Reapers], Connel said calmly. His voice was ice. [Now we find whoever is responsible for this.]

A pause, and a look at Connel, he knew.

Then Michael Angellus chimed in from the cockpit. [Jophiel standing by], he said. [Try not to break the planet before I land again.]

Raphael chuckled. [No promises, kid.]

And somewhere across the burning sands of Geonosis…

A target waited, aware, unaware, doesn’t matter.

TAGS • ARE • OPEN
Personal Effects - Omega Squad Loadouts​

 

[Jax Thio]

Location: Geonosis
Equipment: Jedi Robes, Jax's Prosthetic Arm, Jax's Third Lightsaber, Marriage Ring to Jairdain
Tag: Jayna Ismet-Thio Vulpesen OPEN TO ANYONE!


The fighting raged on in the distance thankfully away from the Jedi strike team. The plan was working and the bulk of the Geonosian Warriors and the droid army were engaging High Republic forces on the field. The bad news was that the Archduke was surrounded by some of Geonosis best warriors many of them born and bred for combat since they were hatchlings. But even the best Geonosian Warrior was nothing compared to a Jedi Knight. Jax Thio held his binoculars spying B1 Battle Droids guarding one of the many Geonosian hives which led to the Spire.

"About 30 of them," Jax said to his daughter: Jayna. "Looks like were in the right area."

When Jax told Jayna that her mother: Jairdain Ismet-Thio was kidnapped, she immediately jumped into action determined to rescue her Mom from the clutches of Darth Carnifex . Jax had to calm her down, informing that making rash decisions could end with her or her Mom seriously harmed. "Jayna shouldn't be making the mistakes I made." Jax thought. "I can't fail her the way I failed Jair."

It seemed that everyone in Jax's family wanted to rush in and rescue Jair. From Jayna to Dreidi Xeraic , the moment Jax decided to remain calm and not act on impulse, everyone was going full steam ahead in an attempt to rescue Jair. "This is all my fault," Jax muttered. "But I can't run into the same wall and expect different results."

He needed to train his daughter. She needed to learn the ways of the Force. Jax taught her Shii-Cho and she constructed her Lightsabers on Naboo. Jayna was progressing faster than Jax expected to the point where he actually trusted her on this mission. She needed to stay close though. "I see 30 tin cans," Jax said to Jayna. "We can't sneak around them like the last bunch so we'll have to cut through them."

Jax turned to Jayna placing his hand on her shoulder. "Stay close to me and remember what I taught you: Let the Force guide your actions. Trust in it."

He bumped his forehead against hers. "We will get your Mom back," Jax said. "Right now let's get into these tunnels."

 

[Dagmar Kortu]

Obj 2

Sniper Recon Armor
Theed Sharpshooter Rifle
Republic Service Pistol
x4 Thermal Grenades
x4 Smoke Grenades


Dagmar inspected his Sharpshooter Rifle one last time before giving it a slap as the Transport Shuttle pilot announced that their making their final landing on Geonosis. "Standby," the pilot said. "The landing is going to be hot! Feet dry in ten seconds!"

"About damn time," Dagmar muttered putting on his helmet as the inside of the shuttle shuddered violently. Geonosis was home to the major battle between the Republic and the Separtists almost a millennia ago. Now that it feels like the High Republic is going to fight the same battle. History always loves to repeat itself does it?

The mission was simple, provide support for advancing troops and clear out enemy officers. Typical. But Dagmar was part of special forces so what was typical to him was an impossible task for the average soldier. "Five seconds! Standby for greenlight!"

Dagmar and soldiers got ready as the ramp opened. Dagmar was the first to come out his Sniper Rifle flashing. "Time to go to work," he muttered.


Connel Vanagor @OPEN

 

[Jayna Ismet-Thio]

Objective: 1 – The Archduke Hazzard
Location: The Spire, Geonosis
Outfit:-X-
Tags: Jax Thio | Vulpesen

The hum came first.

Not loud—never loud—but present. Alive.

Jayna Ismet-Thio walked in step beside her father, Jax Thio, boots crunching softly against the ochre dust of Geonosis. The air was dry, thick with the memory of war, and it clung to her skin like something unwelcome. The horizon stretched in jagged silhouettes of spires and hives, a graveyard of old battles stirring toward something new.

Her hand hovered near her hip.

Not out of fear.

Out of instinct.

Twin hilts rested there—new, unfamiliar in weight, yet already an extension of her will. Vael'kora and Sen'kara. The divided crystal, reborn as two voices at her side. This was the first time she carried them into something real. Not training. Not meditation.

A mission. Her first. And the timing couldn't have been worse. Her jaw tightened, and for a moment her breath hitched—not from the heat, but from the thought that refused to stay buried.

Her mother.

Gone.

Taken.

No answers. No clarity. Just absence.

The Force around her churned when she thought about it—like a storm she couldn't quite contain. It pressed at the edges of her control, bleeding into her senses, sharpening everything in ways that felt… dangerous. The hum of the kyber at her side seemed to respond, faint but unmistakable, as if the fractured crystal remembered what it meant to be torn apart.

Jayna exhaled slowly, forcing the tension down, folding it inward.


Not here. Not now.

Her gaze flicked sideways, briefly toward her father. She said nothing—she didn't need to. There was a steadiness in his presence she leaned on more than she would ever admit aloud. Still, this wasn't something he could carry for her.

This was hers.

All of it.

"I'm ready," she said quietly, though the words felt heavier than they should have.

Ahead, the operation loomed—whispers of unrest, of a Geonosian resurgence, of something crawling back to life beneath the sands. The past refused to stay buried here. It never did.

Fitting.

Jayna rolled her shoulders slightly, loosening tension, letting her awareness expand. Their battlefield wasn't active yet—but it would be. Soon. When it was, she wouldn't hesitate.

Two blades. One will. And beneath it all, a rising fire she hadn't yet learned how to extinguish. Her thumb brushed lightly against the activation switch of Vael'kora.

Let them come.

 

[Shade]

Objective 1
Jayna Ismet-Thio Jax Thio

The battlefield above them roared like a distant storm, the heavy tremor of artillery and the low, rolling thunder of collapsing stone carrying through the hive walls in dull, rhythmic pulses that sifted fine streams of dust from the ceiling. Even this far from the surface engagement, the violence unfolding overhead felt omnipresent, yet Shade remained still and composed as her crimson eyes fixed on the entrance to the hive below.

She counted thirty droids, her gaze tracking their movement patterns with clinical precision even without the aid of optics. She noted the staggered rotations, the predictable delay between scanning arcs, and the slight, telltale drift in spacing along the left flank that marked the formation as a reactive defense rather than a coordinated one. It was not a perfect line, but it was formidable enough to slow any standard approach to a crawl if not handled with immediate, decisive force.

Jax's assessment came quickly, his voice carrying the calm authority of a commander who had already seen the same flaws she had. Shade did not comment when he spoke to Jayna, noting the weight behind his words and the restraint he offered her, but she remained focused on the objective. She acknowledged his lead with a quiet confirmation, reinforcing his read while adding her own tactical layer to the plan.

"Thirty droids in a standard perimeter pattern," she said softly, her voice barely carrying over the distant rumble. "Their formation is reactive, and they do not adjust well once the initial rhythm is disrupted. The left flank lags behind the rest of the line, and that is where the break point will occur."

Her hand moved to her belt, drawing her blaster in one smooth, intentional motion as she looked to Jax for the final silent affirmation.

"I will draw their fire and break their collective attention," she proposed, her gaze shifting briefly toward Jayna with a look that was measured rather than instructive. "Stay with him and do not chase the line when it begins to collapse."

Then she moved, her transition from stillness to high-velocity motion near-instantaneous. The first shot cracked through the humid air of the hive and struck the lead droid on the left flank dead center, causing the chassis to collapse into the unit behind it and forcing a physical disruption in the spacing she had already identified.

She did not stop to observe the damage, her second and third shots following in rapid succession to force the mechanical sentries into a frantic reorientation. One droid turned too early while another reacted too late, their firing arcs crossing and flashing wildly as the formation began to break down under the weight of its own internal delay. Shade shifted her position immediately, angling away from the entry point to pull their targeting sensors with her, forcing them to chase a rhythm they were already failing to match.

"Now," she commanded, the word quiet but absolute.

Behind her, the left flank unraveled into total confusion as the droids struggled to reestablish their priorities, and for a brief, critical window of time, the path into the tunnels was open.

 

[Casaana]

Objective 1
Tags: Shade Jax Thio Jayna Ismet-Thio
Gear: T4P-1T, Naboo Response Armor, Survival Blaster, Blaster Rifle W/Grenade Launcher, First Aid Kit, Lightsaber W/Stun Crystal

Casaana hated war, always had. But after a disastrous counter invasion over Tython where the death and killing had really gotten to her, she'd sworn off killing except as a last possible resort to save others. Not that Jedi should kill, to end a life was to snuff a light, no matter how poorly lived the life was. But in today's galaxy that was a hard standard to live up to, especially as the armies of Darkness spread their reach across the stars. That was part of the reason she'd reluctantly agreed to participate in this mission, to stop the seed from sprouting here in the Republic's own yard and hopefully prevent a few deaths along the way.

Now she skulked along with the others, sneaking upon the hive as they tried to infiltrate the Archduke's spire. She was happy to be with a Jedi master on this mission, it felt like having a nice security blanket keeping them safe, and she was also looking forward to getting to know Jayna and maybe making another friend after the mission. Though both seemed troubled by something shared between them, something she'd learned not to pry into. The other woman, the Chiss Intelligence agent was another story, she was all cool business, and Casaana didn't think she wanted to make friends with a young girl.

"I've got droid poppers," She offered into the conversation, unlimbering her blaster rifle with its underslung launcher by way of demonstration and getting it ready to fire. She waited for the ambush, and once Shade began drawing the droid's attention, Cassana launched an electro-pulse grenade right into the thickest mass of the B1's with a muffled 'thwump' to send electricity arcing among those caught in the grenade's blast radius. She then changed tactics, firing high-powered bolts into the stragglers at the edge of the droid formation from cover, her weapon's stock rocking back into her armored shoulder with each shot as she kept the droids from spreading out or flanking her companions.

 

[Vulpesen]

Objective: 1 (Push through adversity)
Loadout: Battlefield
Tags: Jax Thio Jayna Ismet-Thio Shade Casaana

Vulpesen had always been the sort to enter battle with a smile. he lived for the rush, for the danger, for the chance to feel something beyond monotony. He led from the front, his grin hidden behind his mask only after his men had seen it long enough to know that victory was assured. Now, that grin was gone. Even Trident company had been sent on other assignments for this mission. At his side, Vulpesen had only two other members of Veradune's Vitae Alliance. A captain of the Armis Militia and a High Agent within the Tenevi order. Both of them had a personal stake in this mission—just as much as the Valde. They may not have spent a large amount of time with their Aunt, but Vallen and Daella Torrevaso would, like their father, scour the edges of the galaxy for family.

"Stay close," Vulpesen whispered, his voice a hushed growl as he placed his mask over his face. "We can't afford mistakes on this one." His children gave a simultaneous nod then stepped forward with their father to listen in on the plan of the other strike team members. Shade's opening plan was simple and straight forward, exactly what the Valde wanted in this situation. Complicated plans lead to complications. "Vallen, help her."

"On it." The Chiss' rounds were followed swiftly by the retort of fennec pistol as Vallen trailed behind her, each shot ringing out witha concussive bang that threw more confusion into the mix beyond what the standard pew of a blaster could do. Each shot was practical and well thought, sent straight to the center mass. Vulpesen's son had been raised among warriors, men who understood that fancy work led to mistakes.

"Dae-" Vulpesen didn't even managed to finish saying his daughter's name when silver forks of lightning rushed from beside him. While Vallen had taken after his mother's technical prowess, the daughter of House Torrevaso had devoted her time to the Wilder groves. She didn't yet have the pure destructive power of her father, but each ionizing blast sent another droid collapsing uselessly into the sand. "Nevermind."

It was a source of pride for Vulpesen, to see his two children working so well in concert. They had devoted themselves to their crafts and while he had not had much opportunity to see their progress in the field, he was far from disappointed in what he saw now. "Onwards, I suppose." He placed a hand on Jax's shoulder as he stepped past his brother in law, his other hand rising to face the droids. Within a moment, Daella's silver lightning was followed by brilliant gold which crawled through almost a dozen of the droids like a ravenous beast. Between the Torrevaso clan, the Republic Agent, and padawan's ordinance, the wall of metal was crumpling like foil.

 

[Jax Thio]

Location: Geonosis
Equipment: Jedi Robes, Jax's Prosthetic Arm, Jax's Third Lightsaber, Marriage Ring to Jairdain
Tag: Jayna Ismet-Thio Vulpesen Casaana Shade


Jax was thankful there were more people who joined up with him. Even though Jax has done hundreds of solo missions throughout his life, it was good to see that the High Republic were willing to help him on this. He'd been working with Republic agents in this color revolution that was taking place on the planet. Despite not being a big name amongst the Jedi, Jax managed to pull quite a squad for this mission. Plus, he gets a chance to train Jayna and get her accustomed to her force abilities. Even though he kept it to himself, Jax was nervous for Jayna. She was no longer the baby who laughed when Jax held her in his arms. She was no longer that 6-year-old with scrapes in her knees and a loose tooth. Jayna was growing up not as a warrior but a woman.

There will be a time where Jayna will strike out on her own and Jax wondered if she thought of him as a good father. Jax knew he wasn't the perfect Dad for her but Jayna was the greatest gift that he was given. When he looked into her eyes, it was a reminder that Jax was no longer fighting for himself. He was fighting to protect Jayna, Jair, and the rest of his family. Attachments were once forbidden for a Jedi but as they grew, the Jedi understood that attachments were necessary for empathy and compassion. The Jedi Master felt a hand on his shoulder and he turned around seeing his brother in law: Vulps as well as his children.

"Good to see ya Vulps," Jax said. "Right now, Shade is initiating the attack. You're welcome to join us." Vulps and the others began their assault alongside Shade while Jax got up activating his Lightsaber. "Let's go Jayna," he said.

Cassana suggested to throw some droid poppers to which Jax nodded. "Soften them up!" he smiled.

As the Droids fell, Jax leapt into the fray slicing through 5 battle droids before they even got a chance to react. He waited for the people to finish up before he headed inside of the caves. "All right guys!" Jax said holding his Lightsaber over his head. "We gotta be careful. The catacombs are full of Geonosian warriors. Watch for ambushes."

He can already sense some Geonosians starting to gather ahead of them. Time to spring the trap.

 

[Connel Vanagor]

RELIVING HISTORY BUT BREAKING THE CYCLE
GEONOSIS
OBJ 2

Omega Squad Every Day Gear Locations

• Michael, Gabriel, Azrael, Sariel, Raphael, Jeremiel, Connel, Raguel
  [Any text in brackets signifies comm-link usage and not face to face conversation]
• 
  Rides
  
  • "Enterprise" Station Ship
  • Vigilant Reaper
  • Null Vector
  • Speederbike
  • Iron Psalm
  Gear/Armor
  
  
  • Gear(“Bodycam” Datapad, UAD Drone, link to Seraphim AI and Nanotech included)
  • Lightblaster
  • Shortsabers (“Night” and “Day”)
  • Throwing Lightknives
  • Force Blinding Flashbangs
  • RI-17 Rifle-w-MS-0412 Grenade Launcher
  SURGICAL - CRYBERNETIC IMPLANTS
  
  • Repli Implants that would be for the limbs
  • Bonemer enhancements to strengthen structure of the body
  • Muscle enhancements.
  • Hemo enhancements for blood flow
  • Hawkeye implants for eyes
  • Advanced Medical Implant
  • Scentzy
  • Injected Nanotech upgrades
  
  
  
• Shadow Sanctuary - Enterprise

The battlefield shifted.

It wasn’t obvious at first. Just a subtle tightening in the Force… like a breath being held. Connel felt it before he saw it. Contact front, Sariel said, voice low.

Then the ground began to shake. Over the ridge, they came. Spider droids. Tall. Skeletal. Their legs stabbing into the sand as they advanced, cannons already charging. Behind them—Hellfire droids. Rolling death. Missile pods angling upward like a field of iron flowers preparing to bloom.

Gabriel didn’t even hesitate. Oh, that’s bad.

Azrael cracked his neck. Good. Been a minute.

Raphael stepped forward, Bertha spinning up again. Let’s make it quick. Then the first volley hit. Missiles screamed through the air. Explosions tore the battlefield apart.

Sand turned to fire.

Republic forward lines were collapsing backward under the sudden barrage.

Omega Squad didn’t move. They absorbed it. Raphael’s minigun roared, chewing through incoming droids. Sariel dropped two command units in rapid succession, trying to disrupt targeting. Raguel dragged a wounded trooper behind cover, never breaking rhythm. Jeremiel was already scanning for a way out. There isn’t one, he said flatly.

Another wave launched. Closer. Faster. Yeah, Azrael muttered, checking his detonators. That tracks.

Connel stepped forward. The Force surged around him. Not calm. Not serene. Focused. Violent. He keyed the comm. [Michael]. A beat. Bren Alazar answered immediately.

[Don’t you dare—]

[Call it.] Silence. Even in the middle of hell, there was a pause.

[We’re inside the blast radius!] Alazar yelled out.

[I know.] Another missile streaked overhead. Closer this time. The sand erupted just meters away. Connel planted his feet into the ground. The Force wrapped around him like a storm being held together by will alone. [Call it], he said again.

This time— Steel. [Danger close], Alazar snapped into the comm. [Repeat, danger close. Mark is my position.]

Michael Angellus’ voice came through immediately. No hesitation. No fear. Just trust. [Copy. Jophiel inbound.]

The Vigilant Reaper came screaming out of the clouds like judgment. Fast. Insane. Michael didn’t fly the ship. He threw it at the battlefield and dared gravity to argue. Mass driver cannons dropped the load in their chambers, Rotary cannons spun, and that big Turbolaser spun.

Everything.

The sky turned into fire.

Connel raised the Force into a shield. And held. The Force bent around him. Not perfectly. Not cleanly. But enough. Explosions detonated all around Omega Squad. Shockwaves slammed into the shield like fists from a god. Connel roared through it. Not in anger.

In defiance.

Behind him, the squad survived inside the storm he was holding back. For a moment— It worked.

Then one missile got through.

A Hellfire launcher fired blind through the chaos. One last shot. No targeting. No precision.

Just hate. Azrael saw it. Too late to move. The explosion hit beside him— And the ground gave way. The old Geonosian tunnels beneath the battlefield collapsed inward. Azrael dropped. Gone.

AZRAEL! Jeremiel shouted, already moving.

Connel turned—The Force reaching—Nothing. Just dust. And fire. And below…Movement. Droids. Swarming the pit.

Azrael’s voice came through the comm. Calm. Too calm. [Hey.]

They all froze.

Even Raphael.

Even Connel.

[You’re not getting to me in time], Azrael said.

Jeremiel shook his head, already moving toward the edge. [No—no, I got you, just—]

[Negative.] A pause. Blasterfire echoed faintly from below. Azrael fired once. Twice. Then—[Finish the mission.]

Silence hit the comms like a blade. Connel’s hand tightened into a fist. [Azrael—] A chuckle. Dry. Familiar. [Boom, baby.] He knew… Azrael wasn’t being a martyr, he was being realistic. They all knew.

The explosion that followed didn’t look like a detonation. It looked like the ground itself rejected existence. The pit collapsed inward. Then outward. A chain reaction of Azrael’s entire arsenal went off at once. Detonite. Charges.

Everything.

Droids vanished. The tunnel network beneath them imploded in a cascading series of blasts. The battlefield shuddered. Then went still. Smoke rose from the crater. Nothing moved.

No one spoke. Not at first. Even Raphael didn’t laugh. Sariel lowered her rifle. Raguel stopped moving. Jeremiel stood at the edge of the crater, hands shaking just enough to notice.

Connel slowly lowered his hand onto his sidearm. The Force around him dimmed… like a fire running out of air.

Above them, the Vigilant Reaper circled back, slower now. Quieter. Michael’s voice came over the comm. […Talk to me.]

No one answered. Connel stared into the crater. Then keyed the channel. His voice was steady. But something in it had changed. [Mission continues.]

A beat.

Then—

We finish this.

TAGS • ARE • OPEN
Personal Effects - Omega Squad Loadouts​

 

[Riya Pashen]

Objective 2: Clankers Galore!
​

Tag: Connel Vanagor Dagmar Kortu Open

From behind the frontlines on the right flank, an entire armored division waited in reserve. Sitting inside her tank Lieutenant Riya Pashen had watched the battle unfold with growing anxiousness and frustration. The 12th Armor had been held back by command even as the fighting intensified before them with explosions and the constant stream of blasterfire. To keep herself Riya checked the shield status all clear and the fuel as well. She bit her tongue briefly.

"The waiting is always the worst." A voice spoke up in the comms behind her. Without even looking back the Pantoran sighed before replying. "Just make sure the cannons are ready Sergeant Keth. As soon as we get the order we punch it."

"Copy that Lt. Just focus and you'll do fine." The veteran NCO answered.

Riya said nothing but thought. I know she's right but it doesn't make this any easier.

"Engines all set to go Boss. We're going to shred clankers today." A younger voice laced in an Ryloth accent spoke up next close to her. The lieutenant had to shake her head and lower it, trying to hide her smile.

Renn's confidence is infectious. Lieutenant Pashen silently told herself. Just as she was about to speak again when the very ground beneath their machine shuddered.

"What the—What's going on?!" Private Renn Vorr exclaimed in alarm shared by his crew-mates.

Then they and the rest of the Grand Army saw what followed next. The center of the battlefield collapsed in a massive crater, consuming scores of enemies, infantry and vehicles alike. Eyes widened and jaw dropped, Riya could only sit there and witness the battle shift once more as made evident by the smoke coming from the newly made pit itself. Then she blinked several times and none of her crew said a word, no doubt speechless as well.

In the next instant, the comms blared alive with curses in shock and cheers as it all sank in. Riya recognized some of the voices being from her own platoon and she immediately got on the air, declaring. "Cut the chatter Fourth Platoon! I saw it too but we don't need our channel cluttered." Her tone brokered no challenge despite her rookie status and soon her team fell silent.

I don't care if it annoys them. We need the comms clear, especially now. She mentally calculated.

Sure enough their comms and the whole division was filled with a fierce voice edged with steel. "Ironbacks, this is General Derek Buller, advance! I repeat advance! Hit ‘em while they're down!"

At the command hundreds of tanks and dozens of walkers supported by numerous speeder escorts and troop carriers roared to life and sped forward, kicking up a massive dust cloud. Among those in the front was the Iron Fang commanded by Riya Pashen. She gripped the comms speaker in her left hand as multiple gunships and several starfighters flew ahead of them, engaging Genosian aircraft, attempting to intercept the Republic counterattack.

Soon the frontline infantry and armor from other units on the right flank joined the 12th. From behind Republic artillery thundered their newest barrage, supporting the effort against the surviving foes in the sector.

"Let's go scrap those tin cans!" Shouted Renn as he pushed their tank at full throttle. Riya then called her gunner. "Sergeant Keth, prepare the mass driver canon I’ll be finding us targets." Soon Taraal answered. "Will do Lt."

Then Riya switched the platoon channel, issuing instructions. "Maintain the formation for now and as soon the droids are in range let them have it. Target any remaining armor first if possible then switch to other targets at your discretion. But watch out for the ground in case of collapse. We don't want to fall in like what happened minutes ago."

Her orders were acknowledged by her tank commander one after the other. Soon the Krayt Ironbacks will engage.

 

[Shade]

The first shots broke the enemy line exactly where Shade had intended, and from that moment, the entire engagement accelerated into a blur of synchronized violence. An electro-pulse grenade detonated in the very heart of the droid formation with a sharp, crackling surge, sending blue energy arcs leaping from chassis to chassis as the units locked, twitched, and collapsed in rapid succession. The disruption cascaded through their ranks faster than their programming could compensate for, effectively turning a once-controlled perimeter into a failing mass of short-circuiting metal.

Shade adjusted her positioning immediately, not out of surprise, but as a simple matter of accounting for the shifting tactical landscape. Her crimson eyes flicked briefly toward Casaana. Not lingering, but registering the specific weapon, the choice of ordinance, and the deliberate restraint required to prioritize disabling the enemy over total destruction.

The follow-up fire came in tight, controlled bursts from the edges of the clearing, preventing the remaining droids from regaining any semblance of cohesion. Suddenly, the tempo shifted again as sharper, heavier impacts cut through the chaos, signaling that Vallen had joined the fray with his efficiency and lack of wasted motion. Then, the air itself seemed to ionize as silver and gold lightning tore through what remained of the formation. The energy jumped between units in violent, branching arcs that reduced the last pockets of resistance to sparking debris and collapsing frames, making the entire front line fold inward as it was overwhelmed by the combined assault.

It was undeniably effective, but Shade did not pause to admire the display. Her attention moved across the field in real-time, identifying which units still twitched with residual power or might recover enough to fire if ignored. When one droid at the edge of the formation attempted to realign its weapon arm, a single, clean shot from her rifle dropped it permanently.

As a heavy silence began to settle over the scrap, the path finally stood open. Jax moved first, exactly as the lead should, cutting through the wreckage with decisive efficiency before calling the advance. Shade did not attempt to step ahead of him or redirect the flow of the team; instead, she fell slightly behind and off to the side, maintaining clear visibility on both her allies and the approach ahead. Her gaze shifted briefly as Vulpesen passed, recognition registering without the need for a spoken greeting, as there was rarely time for such things in the heat of a breach.

"The entrance is clear," she reported, her voice low and steady so as to be heard by those closest without cutting across Jax's command. "I see no secondary movement within the immediate threshold."

As they crossed into the hive, the atmosphere shifted perceptibly, growing cooler and denser as the open chaos of the surface gave way to the tight, unforgiving geometry of the tunnels. The narrowing walls changed how sound carried, ensuring that every footfall now had a potential consequence, and Shade's pace adjusted accordingly to become slower and more measured. Her eyes moved constantly, not searching blindly, but tracking the structural shadows and subtle irregularities that suggested the hive was a living system full of dangerous choke points.

"They'll likely use elevation and blind angles against us," she observed quietly, her words functioning more as a shared map than a direct instruction. "Watch the ceilings and side channels; they'll wait for us to commit deeper before applying pressure from the rear."

Her gaze lifted briefly toward the upper ridges of the tunnel before returning to the darkness ahead. "They won't meet us head-on unless we force them to," she added, just as Jax's own warning confirmed that Geonosians were beginning to gather in the shadows.

It was predictable, and predictability was something Shade could work with. She shifted her grip, settling into a more compact posture suited for the cramped environment, holding a position where she could see the most and react the fastest if the formation broke.

"Movement ahead," she added after a moment, her voice remaining calm and entirely controlled. "Multiple signatures. They're setting the engagement now."

It wasn't a warning so much as a final confirmation; the trap was forming exactly as expected, and they were walking straight into the heart of it.
Jayna Ismet-Thio Casaana Vulpesen Jax Thio

 

[Michael Angellus]

​

PERSONAL FLIGHT LOG – Entry #3131
Location: – Overhead Geonosis
Assigned Craft: Normally My X-wing, right now Vigilant Reaper
Astromech Partner: BRED (BB-30)
Current Mood: Angry
Background Noise: The warzone below me.

You know, people don’t often take me seriously. I get it. I’m a joke half the time. I started to embrace it, have fun with it so that when it came down to the wire… I was on it when needed to be the most.

“Wooo-beeep.” [Translation: I know why you’re doing this, so I’m not going to make fun of you, but that didn’t make a lot of sense.]

The point is. People look at me and see a stupid kid half the time. Even Omega Squad, Even Striker Squadron, it’s okay, I’m okay with it.

Azrael? He was different.

“Weeep-bwoo.” [Translation: That has multiple meanings, but go on..]

He and Raphael… they always talked to me for me you know? Not that any of Omega Squad disrespected me or anything, but they talked to me. I mean, the guy with my name as a codename, “Michael”? I get it, he’s Team Leader, he had to keep a distance, Raguel, Sariel, they thought I was always hitting on them. Gabriel is just an introvert. Jeremiel is jealous that I can fly and he can’t I guess. I don’t know.

When I heard about what Azrael did? I wanted to run our power reserves dry on the weapons. Connel… he said what we all needed to hear, I guess…

“Chrrp.” [Translation: “Finish the mission”.]

Yeah…

[All Republic troops! Keep clear of sector 223.9… Mustafar is coming down hard…]

We’re finishing the mission. We’re buying the team all the time we can, and giving the others a clear firing lane. The cannons started spinning up, I have to tell you, it was menacing to listen… then all we heard were the “thumps”.

“Bwwoop-bwoo.” [Translation: For Azrael.]

For Azrael…

– Michael A.
No Funny Quote today.

TAG:

This is where he is speaking

 

[Casaana]

Objective 1
Tags: Shade Jax Thio Jayna Ismet-Thio Vulpesen
Gear: T4P-1T, Naboo Response Armor, Survival Blaster, Blaster Rifle W/Grenade Launcher, First Aid Kit, Lightsaber W/Stun Crystal

The fighting was quick and brutal, if that word could be applied to droids, maybe efficient would be better? Between the fire from herself and Shade, along with the others up close using their lightsabers to cut down the B1's, it was almost textbook. The inclusion of a Master Vulps Casaana kinda thought she sorta recognized from her time in the GA just made things over that much faster. Satisfied that she hadn't expended too much blaster power, the Padawan slung her rifle and drew her pistol, checking that it was set to stun. Not really the weapon of a Jedi, but the close range stuff was likely covered with the others up front, and she agreed with Shade's warning about how the Geonosian's might try to fight them from afar.

She could see them in the dim light thanks to her helmet's enhanced vision modes, hear the flickering of their wings, but most of all, she could feel their presence through the Force, the simmering mixture of alien insectoid emotions. Over her shoulder, T4P-1T let out a low series of menacing beeps, as if she were trying to warn them away. Murmuring to the others over their private comms, Casaana added her own voice to the others. "No point in giving them the first shot, not likely this guy surrounded himself with people willing to listen to reason." Still, she held her fire, too disciplined to start shooting without the order or in defense.

 

[Dagmar Kortu]

Obj 2

Sniper Recon Armor
Theed Sharpshooter Rifle
Republic Service Pistol
x4 Thermal Grenades
x4 Smoke Grenades

[All Republic troops! Keep clear of sector 223.9… Mustafar is coming down hard…]

"Roger that." Dagmar was prone observing the frantic battle from atop a cliff. The open battlefield wasn't the ideal situation for a sniper their job was to take out high value targets. Dagmar didn't know what he was doing being deployed against an army of thousands of Battle Droids and Geonosian Warriors.

But his orders were to provide support for tank unit who went by Riya Pashen . Command informed Dagmar that her crew will be useful in taking out the nearby ships that were trying to escape the planet. Dagmar observed the airstrike conducted by Michael Angellus and a smile slowly formed on his face. "Confirmed multiple KIA," Dagmar responded. "Good run."

Micheal will be useful in airstrikes Dagmar will make a note of that. Dagmar then switched the comms over towards Riya. "This is Sergeant Dagmar Kortu of the Angels of Death," Dagmar called. "Can you hear over this comm Riya? I'm here to provide support for you and your crew. We're gonna need to take care of those ships before they leave orbit and your tank is the only one who has enough fire power to take it down."

 

[Jayna Ismet-Thio]

Objective: 1 – The Archduke Hazzard
Location: The Spire, Geonosis
Outfit:-X-
Tags: Jax Thio | Vulpesen | Shade | Casaana

The battle didn't wait for her to be ready. It arrived. The first explosion hit somewhere far to their right—close enough that the ground trembled beneath her boots. A second followed, sharper, closer, the crack of heavy weapons echoing across the broken dunes. The horizon lit up in bursts of fire and dust as the High Republic forces clashed with the awakened droid army.

Jayna flinched. It was small. Subtle. But it happened. Her breath caught as blasterfire streaked overhead—bright lines cutting through the sky far faster than anything in training sims. The Force surged around her in chaotic waves, alive with fear, aggression, and something else… something deeper beneath the surface of Geonosis.

Too much.

Too fast.

Her fingers tightened around the hilt of Vael'kora.

Focus.

She drew in a breath, just like she'd practiced.

Didn't help.

Another explosion—closer now—sent a plume of dust skyward, and instinct finally overtook hesitation. With a sharp snap-hiss, Vael'kora ignited in her hand. A heartbeat later—less certain, but just as necessary—Sen'kara followed. The twin blades cast pale light across the red dust, their hum cutting through the chaos like something steady. Something real.

Jayna swallowed. Her stance shifted—slightly off. Not wrong, but not yet refined under pressure. Her footing adjusted again, correcting, remembering what drills never quite captured: the ground wasn't stable, the air wasn't still, and nothing waited for you to think.

"I—" she started, then stopped herself. Not helpful. Her eyes flicked briefly toward her father before snapping forward again. The path ahead led toward the hives—the objective. The Archduke. The mission. Right. Mission. Not—Her jaw tightened. Not her.

The thought of her mother tried to surface again—sharp, emotional, loud in the Force. It bled into her focus, tugging at her control, threatening to pull her attention away from the present. A blaster bolt snapped past her shoulder. Too close.

Jayna reacted late—turning instead of already being turned. Her shoto came up awkwardly, catching the next shot with a jolt that ran down her arm. She exhaled sharply. Okay. That was real. That was happening. Her stance lowered, more deliberate this time. Less thought. More instinct.

"Got it…" she muttered under her breath, not entirely convincingly. The next bolt came—and this time she met it properly. Deflection. Cleaner. Not perfect—but better. Jayna stepped forward, blades angled—one forward, one reversed—mirroring a form she knew but hadn't yet lived in a battlefield like this.

"Moving!" she called, voice steadier than she felt. One step. Then another. Into the chaos. Into her first real fight. And despite the fear, despite the doubt, despite the storm building inside her—She didn't stop.

 

[Jax Thio]

Location: Catacombs
Equipment: Jedi Robes, Jax's Prosthetic Arm, Jax's Third Lightsaber, Marriage Ring to Jairdain
Tag: Casaana Jayna Ismet-Thio Vulpesen Shade

"Understood Shade," Jax nodded to his ally. "Keep your wits about you, everyone."

Though Geonosis was the Geonosian's territory, It was nothing compared to the catacombs. Jax heard horror stories of intruders going into the Geonosian hive and never coming back. There were stories of foolish adventures being torn limb from limb not by the Geonosian warriors but their hatchlings who all they desire upon birth was to devour the nearest sentient being they see. The average hatchling was surprisingly stronger than a human.

"That's true Cassana," Jax said. "We don't want the enemy to shoot first but this is their home turf and ambushes will no doubt be placed everywhere. Anyone who has the Force concentrate and look for any disturbances."

He could feel Jayna trying to remain calm despite being bothered by the fighting. Part of Jax wondered if this was a good idea to send her on the field, while he felt that this was good for her training, what if she was taking too much too soon? "Steady Jayna," Jax whispered. "Remember to focus on the here and now. Fear is natural but you need to acknowledge it and let it flow past you."

Jax hoped that his presence was enough to ground Jayna. It worked for him with Jair, maybe the same could be for Jayna. Just then, Shade pointed out that there were multiple warriors setting up an ambush ahead. "Then let's spring the trap," Jax said leaping into the dark allowing the Force to guide his movement. He saw a Geonosian Warrior shocked at that fact Jax leapt onto him and before he could react, Jax's blade split him in two. Like a lumbering bulldozer, Jax hacked his way through 3 Geonisians while the rest began to fire.

"Attack!" Jax shouted to the group.

 

[Connel Vanagor]

I

THE WRONG KIND OF REINFORCEMENTS
GEONOSIS
OBJ 2-to-1

Omega Squad Every Day Gear Locations

• Michael, Gabriel, Azrael, Sariel, Raphael, Jeremiel, Connel, Raguel
  [Any text in brackets signifies comm-link usage and not face to face conversation]
• 
  Rides
  
  • "Enterprise" Station Ship
  • Vigilant Reaper
  • Null Vector
  • Speederbike
  • Iron Psalm
  Gear/Armor
  
  
  • Gear(“Bodycam” Datapad, UAD Drone, link to Seraphim AI and Nanotech included)
  • Lightblaster
  • Shortsabers (“Night” and “Day”)
  • Throwing Lightknives
  • Force Blinding Flashbangs
  • RI-17 Rifle-w-MS-0412 Grenade Launcher
  SURGICAL - CRYBERNETIC IMPLANTS
  
  • Repli Implants that would be for the limbs
  • Bonemer enhancements to strengthen structure of the body
  • Muscle enhancements.
  • Hemo enhancements for blood flow
  • Hawkeye implants for eyes
  • Advanced Medical Implant
  • Scentzy
  • Injected Nanotech upgrades
  
  
  
• Shadow Sanctuary - Enterprise

Their goal was simple, the spire that cut into the sky ahead like a spike, a dagger. Too frakkin’ clean. Too karkin’ obvious. Connel didn’t slow, that was not happening, Azrael gave his life for them, they were going to make it mean something.


[Trap], Gabriel said over comms.


[Yep, Alazar answered.


No one argued, no sense. They pushed anyway, hard. Blasterfire intensified, meaning Republic Forces were gaining ground as they closed the distance. The Reaper overhead was dropping armaments and creating more craters.


Republic forces were already engaged near the base—too committed to pull back, too exposed to push clean. This was the fight. Then Connel saw the line. Jedi. They were advancing, structured, disciplined, and yet breaking.


[Contact high], Sariel called and almost as if on cue, Geonosians dropped from above. Then blasterfire shifted angles causing their formations to stutter. That was all they needed.


Connel moved. He hit the front like a shockwave. “Night” and “Day” ignited in the same motion—Indigo and gold tearing into the dust. Blasterfire that would have ripped into the Jedi instead slammed into him. Which he deflected in one sweep, redirected in another, and they were gone. [MOVE], Connel yelled.


Behind him—Omega Squad flowed into position like they’d rehearsed it a hundred times. Because they had.


Raphael stepped up behind Connel. “Bertha,” his rotary blaster spun until the air filled with a deep mechanical roar as the minigun came alive. Anything airborne died, falling in a heap. Anything trying to flank—well, they didn’t get the chance.


[No-Fly Zone!], Raphael said.


Sariel fired and just like that another Commander droid down. Then she shifted left and a second shot. Another one gone. [Control’s breaking], Sariel added calmly.[/COLOR]


Raguel dropped to a knee beside a wounded Republic trooper, dragging him clear with one hand while firing controlled bursts with the other. Jeremiel moved through the chaos like he wasn’t in it—grabbing, pulling, repositioning bodies before they got hit.


Gabriel and Michael set the rhythm. Short bursts from their rifles, cleaning lanes. No crossfire. No hesitation. Droids fell—but never through friendlies. Not once, that wasn’t happening.


At the front—Connel didn’t advance, he just held as blasterfire poured into him. It didn’t matter. “Night” spun—with deflection. “Day” struck—with destruction. A super battle droid pushed forward—Connel stepped in, and slammed into it shoulder-first, snapped its balance, and cut it down before it hit the ground, all in a blur through the assistance of the Force.


Another wave came, much closer, so he stepped forward, not back. Behind him—the line stabilized. They had their breathing room, not much, didn’t have to be, just enough. They were all professionals. Sure, they had a Jedi among them, but he had a team of operators among him, they were very much a team.


Path’s opening], Sariel said. She was right, forces were shifting, chaos was taking over. The enemy was losing coordination. They were not being routed, not broken. But off-balance. That was all Omega Squad needed.[/COLOR]


Michael keyed the squad channel. [Push to entry. Stay tight.][/COLOR]


[Copy], Gabriel answered.


Jeremiel pulled the last wounded clear and fell back into formation. Raguel rotated positions, covering the forward advance. Raphael walked fire across the upper ridges, forcing anything with wings to stay down or die.


Connel took one step forward. Then another. Every inch contested, taken. He didn’t look back, and didn’t need to. They were there. Always. A stray blast hit close—hard enough to shake the ground, hard enough to shock anyone. Connel, he planted his stance, didn’t give it an inch.


Through the Force, the battlefield was noise, nothing more. But behind him—there was clarity. Clarity in the squad. Alive. Moving. [Entry in sight], Gabriel called.


[Go], Connel said. Without hesitation the team surged forward. Through the smoke, through scattered fire, through the gap they’d carved.


Sariel moved first—covering angles. Raguel followed—locking down the threshold. Jeremiel pulled in last-second stragglers. Raphael backed in, Bertha still spinning, daring anything to follow. Michael paused just long enough to glance at Connel. Coming?


Connel didn’t answer right away. He just turned slightly, taking one last scan. For threats. For angles. For movement. Then he stepped back and deactivated “Day”. “Night” remained. Coming., he said.


Michael nodded once. Then disappeared inside. Connel followed. The moment he crossed the threshold the battlefield noise dropped, not gone, just… outside and behind them.


Sariel’s voice came low over comms. [Interior’s tight. Watch ceilings.]


[Copy], Gabriel answered.

Raphael finally let Bertha spin down. The silence that followed felt wrong, and incomplete. No one said it. No one had to, and there was a space in the formation now. A gap that didn’t exist before.


Connel felt it but didn’t acknowledge it. It didn’t slow him. Ahead there were dark tunnels, a completely unknown layout in enemy territory. Stack up, Michael ordered.[/COLOR]


Omega Squad formed without a word. Connel at point. Night humming low. The hunt had started, and in front of them … more Jedi… Jax… the Chiss he knew from the shooting range… another whom he didn’t… and a young Padawan… as well as… Jayna? Connel was not happy about that.


Force forbid letting a kid be a kid…

Jax Thio • Casaana • @Jayna Ismet-Thio • Vulpesen • Shade

Personal Effects - Omega Squad Loadouts​

 

[Vulpesen]

Jax Thio Jayna Ismet-Thio Connel Vanagor Casaana Shade

As a wilder who followed the path of beasts, there were certain questions one had to ask themselves. "What environment will i be in?" "Will I need eyes?" "Does my opponent have a hard carapace that is immune to claws and fangs?" "How does Veran toxicology interact with an insectoid species?" Covered by Vallen's continual crack of pistol fire which echoed through the cavern, Vulpesen and Daella sprinted forward, enveloped in globes of swirling light as their lightsabers whirled through drones who leapt from the walls.

Reaching an alcove, they stood side by side and presented their faces to the darkness. Vulpesen's mask split apart at the mouth and Daella took on a slightly furred appearance as a green gas belched from their throats. Pyrthros toxin. The effect was staggering. Warrior shouts turned into gurgled cries as Geonosians came stumbling out from the dark. Sonic weapons clattered tot he ground as they clawed at their bodies where green ichor leaked out. Easily, a dozen who had been preparing an ambush found themselves victimized by the terrifying fury that was Veradune's wildlife in their deserts.

"Drop your weapons! Run or surrender!" Vulpesen loathed death. He simply accepted that it was a part of war. What's more, sometimes the most effective way to stave off killing was to present a visage so horrifying that the enemy was eager to accept the alternative. It also helped that arranging ones throat to momentarily produce such a virulent toxin meant a sort of rasping demonic voice while your vocal chords rearranged themselves into normal position.

 

[Shade]

Objective:1

Vulpesen Connel Vanagor Jax Thio Jayna Ismet-Thio Casaana

Shade did not rush when Jax gave the order. She moved only when the moment demanded it.

The initial clash had already fractured the ambush. Casaana's ordnance had shattered their formation, and Vulpesen's toxins had forced the hidden into the open, leaving Jax to tear through whatever cohesion remained. It was efficient work, jagged and violent, but controlled enough to matter in a place like this.

While the others became the storm, Shade became the eye within it. Her crimson eyes tracked the shifting battlefield, deliberately ignoring the surface-level chaos as she worked through the patterns beneath it. She searched for the stalls in movement, the thinning resistance, and the subtle places where a threat might still be waiting for the right moment to re-emerge.

Then, she found them. Not the obvious targets, but the survivors who were trying to regroup in the red-dusted shadows, clinging to what little structure remained.

With smooth, economical precision, her blaster rose. She stepped forward in the wake of the advancing line, careful never to overtake the momentum of the Jedi, her voice cutting through the comms with quiet clarity.

"Left wall, elevated pockets. Two holdouts."

The shots followed instantly. They were neither rapid nor excessive; they were simply deliberate and final. The first Geonosian dropped mid-reposition, its weapon clattering to the stone before it could establish a firing angle. The second barely had time to react before a bolt struck center mass, sending it collapsing back into the dark where it had tried to hide.

There was no wasted motion and no hesitation in the execution.

She advanced another half-step, adjusting her position to maintain a clear line of sight along the flank rather than crowding the center where the Jedi operated with greater efficiency.

"Ambush is breaking. Residual resistance only."

Her tone remained even, purely observational, a clinical report delivered through the lingering scent of scorched metal and toxin-laced air. As the tunnel narrowed and the geometry shifted from an open engagement space into a tightening choke point, the nature of the danger changed with it, becoming more confined and far more deliberate.

She watched Jax lead them deeper without interrupting his momentum. There was no need to speak. He carried the direction and the authority of the advance, and her role was to ensure nothing disrupted that forward pressure.

Behind them, the roar of the surface battle faded into something distant and indistinct, replaced by the heavy, deliberate silence of the deeper hive where every shadow had purpose.

"Ceilings and forward choke points. They'll adapt."

She moved with the group, positioning herself just off-angle so she could observe the edges of the formation rather than its center. It was the space where details revealed themselves, where threats were most likely to be missed, and where she was at her most effective.

As they pressed further into the dark, her gaze shifted for the briefest moment, catching a familiar presence threading through the chaos of the Force. The recognition was immediate, but it was set aside just as quickly.

Not now.

Her focus returned forward with complete clarity as the team advanced, the weight of the mission settling back into place.

The hunt was still in motion, and whatever waited ahead had not yet revealed itself.