Heart of Darkness [Silver Jedi Order - Dominion of Irith]

[The Immortal Turk Togan]

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The Silver Jedi Order has spent the last few years after their campaign on Nixor tracing the records they found, pursuing lead after lead and either coming up short and finding very little, or finding nothing at all. Only one lead remains, and that is the planet of Irith. This well-hidden spice network may just be one step closer to being foiled if they can find their base on Irith and not only shut it down, but continue to find leads from it that will help them find the rest.​

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Of course, that will be far from easy. Crowded and polluted, the world of Irith is not a hospitable place. Much work needs to be done to improve the situation here, and that isn't the only problems that Irith faces. The streets are riddled with crime, as gang warfare has erupted on the streets. Two gangs, the Irokaan and the Kioxes have been causing trouble on Irith for a long time. Mugging, smuggling runs, home break-ins, store robberies, slavery and violence follow no matter where they go. Little is off-limits to them. Now their mutual greed has led them to targeting each other as blaster-fire rockets through the streets and engulfs anyone that wanders into the crossfire. They have destroyed homes and their destruction has made many people homeless and without a way to make their livelihoods.​

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The planet's leaders have had a difficult time with stopping these gangs, and now their violence has gone too far and threatens to de-stabilize the planet's population and economy entirely if it continues. They have reached out to the Silver Jedi Order in hopes they might provide assistance. Rumor has it that a large shipment of spice is due to be delivered to a refinery that has a normal factory front. But the Silver Jedi Order is not known for ignoring those in need. The Silvers have accepted the offer for aid and pledged to stop this violence and take down both gangs, as well as to help the people as much as they can during their stay on Irith.​

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Objective 1: [Stealth] The gang war has distracted from some of the business dealings that the gangs have had. After pressing a member of the Kioxes gang for information, the Silvers have discovered the location of the shipment. This shipment of spice may also carry documents that could link us to new leads on tackling this spice network. Now that we know where the factory is, it is up to a team to gain access to the factory and retrieve the shipment, the documents and anything else that may link the shipment to its source. The caveat is that the spice is under heavy guard by members of the Kioxes gang. Should they be alerted and the alarms sounded, the shipment may be moved - or worse, reinforcements may arrive and the gang war may spill into the factory with potentially devastating and destructive consequences. The recommended way to go for the team sent here is to take the approach of stealth. Sneak in, get what you need and get out. Fight if necessary but understand there will be consequences.​

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Objective 2: [Humanitarian/Diplomatic] The gang war has destroyed homes and businesses, leaving many homeless and without means of making a living. The Silver Jedi Order has requisitioned a group of forces to help rebuild these homes and business buildings in hopes of preventing an economic disaster and helping as many people as possible in getting back to their regular lives. The leaders of the planet have offered what resources they can in hopes that before long, the streets will be lined with life once again. For the diplomatic negotiator, it may be useful to communicate with the townsfolk and negotiate their aid in the rebuilding process.​

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Objective 3: [Combat] Gang warfare has exploded on Irith as the Irokaan and the Kioxes gangs are at each other's throats, with civilians and their homes and businesses in the crossfire. While taking both gangs out will take time, the Silvers have begun their first wave of intervention, starting by stopping the current battles and arresting the offending parties before they can do anymore damage. Participants are encouraged to apply their own strategies and skillsets to stop the fighting and arrest the gang members. Whether one wishes to attack them head on, set traps, or even enlist the aid of willing townspeople, work together with the other Silvers to put a stop to the fighting for the time being.​

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[Setter Ryburn]

Objective One: Briefing
Razor Team
Silver Jedi Special Forces
Tags: [member="Valkren Calderon"] l [member="Ura Iolar"]

Times like these, called for men like Setter. Drone footage gave them a layout of the base, and a hologram was played out for the gathered constituents of the mission. Setter used the best method for pointing at things that has ever existed in the history of the galaxy- a stick. He pointed at various points of the factory that had been generated on the light-blue model for them. They were roughly two blocks away, giving them quick access to the spice.

"Sources have indicated that the spice will be moved into this factory via this loading bay-" Setter pointed at a loading ramp. "At that point, all the attention will be focused outwardly and protecting that shipment, and that will be a crucial part of the plan." Setter pointed towards the east end of the factory, while the ramp was on the west. "Catwalks and a service door will be on this side. Breaching these quietly will be a high priority, otherwise we'll have to go in through the roof, or other doors located on the North and West side of the factory. Our best bet is to approach during this drop in security towards the other ends of the factory. More hands to unload the spice, less guns focusing on the security." Setter tapped his foot, glancing around at the gathered, before continuing.

"Keep in mind, we are here for intelligence and actually capturing the spice. If we outright destroy it, then we lose the possibility of finding out where it's going or where it came from, keep that in mind." He pointed to a crate with the stick in the corner of the room.

"RS-16s. Caseless and completely suppressed. They won't hear anything. You can borrow them." He turned at the various people, continuing. He heavily emphasized the borrowing part, however.

"That being said, make sure to not be light-handed with these guys. They want to kill you, hurt these people, and make money doing it. Don't give them the chance. We don't need these guys alive. They won't be able to tell us anything we don't already know. In other words-" He took a dramatic pause.

"Crew expendable. But keep it quiet. Going loud will catastrophically alter the course of this op in literally the worst way possible."

Setter crouched, and began to apply camouflage to his face, taking a look in a pocket mirror.

"Other than that, pretty forward. Get in, kill them quietly, and learn what we can. Take bad guys off the street, take spice off the street, and learn more about their network. Wins all around." Setter smiled a wolfish grin as he applied the facepaint.

 

[WolfMortum]

Location: Orbit of Irith.​

Objective 2: Diplomatic Mission on Irith.​

Envoy: [member="Rose Decoria"] & [member="Jairdain"].​

Post #1.​

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The Ambassador Class CR90 Corvette dropped out of hyperspace just shy of Irith's moon and began it's entry into orbit of the massive glowing world ahead; today Veiere was joined by the newest members of the Silver Ambassadors representing the Order of the Silver Jedi, [member="Rose Decoria"] and [member="Jairdain"] of whom the latter Veiere knew all too well. Together he and Jair had helped Kay Arenais rule over Commenor by acting as her council, and now they were working together once again to promote the influence of the Jedi across the Galaxy in as positive a manner as they can.

While the pair of them were waiting within the largest of the rooms aboard the corvette, a living area designed for the comfort of diplomatic personnel during such long voyages, they were soon joined by one of the pilots whom began to explain their arrival. "We'll be on the ground in five, Master Arenais. We've informed the Irith council of your arrival ahead of schedule, and they're eager to meet with you. They did send word that there's been some..." The officer gave something of an uncomfortable pause, "Aggression down on the surface, but I did remind him who you all are..".

"I'm sure we'll all manage" Veiere spoke, offering a confident nod before turning to glance back to Jairdain and Rose briefly. They were both capable Jedi and he was quite comfortable with their chances knowing that the three of them were here under diplomatic purpose, and any real aggression would be met soon enough with the intervention of the Antarian Rangers or whomever the Assembly had sent to handle that state of affairs.

 

[Lynette Lykova]

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The Empty Place
Irith
Objective 03. Post 01.

It was a dead city.

An empty place with an empty name. Frozen. As if in time. As if in space. Bathed in silence and immersed wholly in a vast ocean of yellow-red ash. A sad place. A quiet place. The Empty Place. With an empty name. Mmm. Yes. It was a short story really. Two years ago the Shirath Rihtook of the Irokaan Cartel had blown the matter reactor inside the nearby Stasis Megaplant and the ensuing meltdown had flooded the whole region with deadly radioactive fallout. Blanketing the whole sky in red-yellow ash and blotting out the sun, completely. Killing everything in mere moments. Leaving none alive. Not even the agents of it's own demise. Even this whole city.

Lynette stood in the middle of an empty highway in the middle of an empty intersection. Orange dust caked to her boots. Orange ash falling all around her dark enclosed helm. Through her glasteel visor she saw and partook of a whole city covered in falling dust. Alone on an empty highway. Her steady breathing, her beating heart; she could hear echoing against the mask. Wider and wider and wider out grew the empty streets. Grander and more magnificent grew up with every silent building. Her whole horizon was painted wide with empty megastructures and brushed even taller with empty megatowers. With out even so much as a peep from a mouse. And no. Without even a skeleton in sight.

She sighed against the mask. It was amazing what a few bad men can do to a planet. No. No, that wasn't it. It, was the amazement that Hutt Space even still existed at all.

Lynette touched the com on her wrist. Her voice shifted by the weight of the mask. Deeper and muffled like the snow, "R2. ...Well. All alone down here so far. Anything on your end?"

~ Dwoop donk ~

She looked up and could only see her spaceship's forward headlights dimly. Filtering in and out through the thick orange clouds. Well, thick clouds or thick smoke? It was hard to tell really. Anyway. She continued,

"Well. Keep scanning. We already know they're here. Somewhere. So. We'll find them. ...I can feel it."

~ Donk donk ~

She sighed and looked up again. The starry far-off headlights of her starfighter continued their robotic search in the skies above. Slowly but steadily moving away from her. Then, like a ghost, they disappeared slowly into the event horizon of the fog. Leaving none behind. Not even a sound. No and alas. Here in the quiet vastness of space, she was alone again. Alone to this falling orange sadness. Alone on a dusty highway to nowhere. With all the grand magnificence of a wholly forgotten city expanse, bright and keenly colorful, to keep her small body company.

She would wander it's streets for hours. Though, it probably felt more like days. Wearing the mask and hearing her steady, endless breathing within. No. This, dead city. This empty place. She already remembered it well. That's what the locals had called this place when she'd asked them for information on the Kolgata Irai. She'd gotten the lead she'd needed. All that and more. Then they had said to her, "Go Outsider. Go to the empty place. The empty place with an empty name."

"...That. That is where you will find them."


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[Asaraa Vaashe]

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Locations: Irith
Objective: 3: Stop the gang war...would cake work?

Tagging: [member="Amon Vizsla"] | [member="Nolo Kontra"] | [member="Masaru Varga"] | [member="Ador Horn"]

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It was often the case that a government might reach out to the Jedi for help with a problem they might be having, from earthquakes to kidnapped dignitaries, famines to sicknesses, Asaraa had been called out to see them all before. Only, this was the first time she'd ever seen a situation that was quite this bad. She'd seen cities with protests before, but the last time she'd seen this level of unrest or devastation it had been on Commenor during the hey day of the war for the liberation of the planet. That had been a short period, a brief surge of anger that threw the Sith off the world before it had ended. The situation on Irith though, that was a little different, this didn't look like a small flare up, or a brief one. From the reports she'd read this looked like the situation was an ongoing one, a slow loss of control that spread through the cities like a plague. The Jedi couldn't even imagine what it was like for the citizens of the planet, to live and to raise their families within an environment like this. Every parent wanted the best for their children, wanted them to grow up in a better world, one without the threat of being shot as an ever present sword of Damocles hanging over their heads. It didn't take much for Asaraa to imagine her family there, not the new family she'd found and been adopted into with the Jedi, but her original family on Shili. They weren't anything special all they wanted was to let their lives get a little better day by day as they enjoyed their time and their children. She could remember gathering for dinner, or the family going to the park to watch the sunset, it was all they could afford. Looking at the reports on her datapad, it was easy to imagine them living in these tenements, to see them caught up in the gunfire and terror the gangs were sowing around them.

The young knight took a deep breath, banishing the spectre of fear back into the dark recesses of her mind as she reached up, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear as she turned to face the team behind her. "Ok, this is exactly as bad as you might think, the Irokaan and the Kioxes are really going at it all out now. We're here to help, and we will, but change take time and it doesn't look like they're going to give it to us." She took a deep breathe and looked around, "So we're going to make them. The gangs are engaging in skirmishes all across the city, and the police can't keep up so they've asked us to help. We're not here to kill anyone, but to stop the fighting, protect the innocents caught in the crossfire and take which ever gangers we can into custody." A wry smile pulled up her lips as she shook her head, "We don't get asked much do we, but if it was easy they wouldn't need our help. Remember, the most important thing is to watch out for one another. No-one is allowed to get hurt or...or," she paused considering this, "Or I'll get all the younglings to cluster around your bet making big sad eyes at you. Don't think I can't do it."

 

[Jessica Med-Beq]

Location: Orbit of Irith
Objective 2: Diplomatic mission
Allies: [member="Veiere Arenais"] [member="Rose Decoria"] [member="Jairdain"]

After this mission on Toydaria where she tried taking the long view, she must have realized that what worked for someone (Bimmisaari, Chandaar), may not work for someone else. Yes, crime issues were part of the game here, but what matters here is what infrastructure was most essential to rebuild, industrial or otherwise. Maybe a factory aimed at building prefabricated housing would be a good place to start, and hydroponic farming as well, much as was proposed on Toydaria would be a good thing to offer, in return of which decriminalization of some spice varieties could be asked of them, those varieties with medicinal uses, she thought, before joining in with the rest of the envoys. Of which one of them was, well, new to her, but she knew the other two in different capacities, neither of which involve any diplomacy. For what she knew they may well be effective in certain areas, but she'd rather tackle the issue directly over intrigue. But she immediately noticed just how serious the crime problems are so maintenance of an army garrison was not just any old plus, but virtually essential at least in the short-term.

 

[Zef Halo]

Location: Irith
Objective: 3: Stop Gang War
Tags: [member="Asaraa Vaashe"] / [member="Nolo Kontra"] / [member="Masaru Varga"] / [member="Ador Horn"]

Amon had no clue why he had been drafted to a task force mainly consisting of Jedi considering his distrust of them and their ways. Since he was born, he had been taught to dislike Force Users and to him it made sense to do so. It had been quite challenging to adapt to the Silvers and he still found it hard but he had to try. There had to be a different way than his father's but stripping off the skin you were born with was a long process.

A very long one, indeed.

Perhaps High Command wanted to see how did he operate with Jedi beside him. Made sense, no?

"Sounds like a plan doomed to fail, je'tii knight." The Mandalorian replied regarding the idea not to kill anyone through his Ranger helmet's vocalizer. Getting used to the Rangers armor was still tough to him but the change of his voice through the vocalizer did remind him of his beskar'gam. "Live by the sword, die by the sword."

That's how it went in the Mandalorians' world. That's how it still went in Amon's world, too.

If the gangsters were prepared to kill, then they had to pay that price with their lives.

Right?

Right?

 

[Rose Decoria]

It was Rose's first big diplomatic mission with the Silver Jedi Order, it was something that she was both looking forward to it and deeply nervous about doing it. Kat was back on Kashyyyk looking after Lily, though Rose was still worried about being away from her baby for so long. Usually it was was for a few hours but this was spending days away due to travelling and then doing the mission. However, Kat gave her the same attitude that Rose gave her about not socialising, so here she was on a mission to support some Jedi on talks with natives of Irith.

It was a diplomatic ship that she was on with, looking around, she could hear Master Veiere talking with someone. Looking around, she saw Jairdain, another Jedi Master who was on the mission. She was clearly blind but didn't need someone to guide her around, the Force worked mysteriously, it was weird that there was this special power that Kat had that Rose would never understand or use. Tapping her foot, Rose inhaled deeply. "So, what is the plan for when we talk to them?" Rose just wanted to make sure that they were all on the same page.

[member="Veiere Arenais"] | [member="Jairdain"] | [member="Jessica Med-Beq"]

 

[Masaru Varga]

Objective 3

The situation on Irith was something that Masaru had seen only a few times before. He had heard stories from some of the other mercenaries who had grown up in environments like this, coming to his father since they had nowhere else to go. A young Masaru would listen to these stories thinking that it had made strong warriors who could endure the ravages of the battlefield, but he understood later in his life that environments like Irith only served to break people and families. Many who grew up in such a place only experience hardship, raising them to believe the whole galaxy was twisted and leads them to people that won't end their cycle of torment. It leads them to people like his father. No family should have to deal with such horrible living conditions, yet there are many that do. Masaru could remember a job he was on where he saw a starving family surviving in their everday environment much like this one, and it was like a dagger stabbed him in the heart when he realized he couldn't do much to help.

The mercenary stopped thinking of the unpleasant past once [member="Asaraa Vaashe"] began speaking. Their main objective was to protect the innocent, but the true challenge would be not to kill the gang members. That would make things more difficult but it was doable. The most interesting part of the briefing to Masaru was the consequence if anyone got hurt. For once in a long while, a gentle smile formed on Masaru's face. It was hard to believe that she was still able to make such a light hearted consequence considering the situation. It reminded him what he was fighting for and that he had to avoid unnecessary damage if he wanted to protect the people he fought beside. He wasn't a lone warrior anymore.

As [member="Amon Vizsla"] began speaking, Masaru couldn't help but agree with the man's words. Even so, they were given their objective and the plan was to accomplish it fully. Without thinking, Masaru walked up besides Asaraa to face the group now.

"You're right, those gang members should be ready to pay with their lives considering how inconsiderate they are of the lives they're putting in danger. If the cops don't want us to kill them though, then that's what we'll do. We're here to help, not be judge and executioner."

Masaru then smiled before speaking his next words, his warrior pride seeing the restriction as a challenge.

"Besides, this will show those gang members what we're made of. We do better when the odds are against us! Stick together, don't take unnecessary risks, and let's protect the families down there from these foolish gangs!"

After trying to inspire those with him, Masaru realized that he probably interrupted Asaraa from responding. He looked towards Asaraa and slightly shrugged in apology. Masaru wasn't the leader type anymore, but some habits from older times popped up every now and then.

[member="Nolo Kontra"] [member="Ador Horn"]

 

[Hunter Blackburn]

Location: Irith
Objective: 3
Equipment: See Sig
Tags: [member="Masaru Varga"], [member="Amon Vizsla"], [member="Asaraa Vaashe"]

Standing around the table with the rest of the team that had been assembled for the mission Ador really began to wonder if anyone had thought about their picks for the task set before them. In truth, he agreed with Vizsla, in many ways the odds had been stacked against them. Whether it was from the Jedi or the planet itself that they weren’t to kill the other criminals it was a mistake. It laid only their lives on the line but other potential innocents.

The only thing shielding Ador’s disapproving glare was the fact that the black helmet of his robes concealed his face. It was true that it was not their duties to dole out justice but at what cost would this come? The Corellian had been on the wrong side of innocence too many times to count and suffered far too many wounds from it to continue down the same path of making constant mistakes.

Watching and listening to Masaru give his speech that ultimately ended up backing Asaraa, Ador felt he needed to speak up as well. Mentally bashing himself for not bringing his flask of Corellian Whiskey, the Jedi approached the table. From his face the helmet folded back, the nanites reacting to the youth’s command. Green eyes staring across to Asaraa and Masura he spoke. “Listen, we are in hostile territory. Our duties are to yes protect the families and children, to stop the criminals but doing so while holding ourselves back will spell the ultimate demise of either ourselves or innocents.”

Index finger pointing down to the table and tapping on it to emphasize his point Ador looked to Vizsla. “I say we try to play to these rules for now but before anyone here gives up their lives or one of the civilians they use proper force.” Ador hated taking life as much as any other Jedi but he would not put other lives on the line to take the high road.

 

[Ura Iolar]

Ura sat quietly as she listened to [member="Setter Ryburn"] , her eyes giving off their characteristic green glow. She looked at the plans that Ryburn had, clearly curious. Spice wasn't something that she had to worry about, didn't affect her, but she knew it was horrible for organic beings to use. She then eyed the odd weapon he said she could borrow. Her whole reason for being there was to be stealthy, so she opted to not borrow the weapon. She had her lightsaber and her shifting. She didn't need much else, and the Lervon soon spoke up with her normal, emotionless voice.

"The plan seems solid. So when do we begin."

 

[Josh Dragovalor]

Objective 3
Allies: [member="Lynette Lykova"] - [member="Asaraa Vaashe"] - [member="Amon Vizsla"] - [member="Ador Horn"] - [member="Masaru Varga"]
Post: 1

"No killing unless absolutely necessary" Josh would relay to the Stealth Team when he heard the commands of [member="Setter Ryburn"] - his words were calm but very firm. He would not take no for an answer. "Collateral damage is part of the job... But we do not get to choose who lives and who dies. That is not why we are here. If you are able to gain control of your situation then I ask you to exercise that control best you can to ensure as few casualties as possible. If it cannot be helped... Mitigate it as much as you can. I will send a team to make arrests once our primary mission is complete and what we need is secure. Those are my orders."

With that, it was time for Josh to do his part. The gang situation had exploded and battles were waging as far as the eye could see. It was time to put an end to it, and the Silver Jedi would make their stand here and now to do so. His Padawan, [member="Asaraa Vaashe"] had elected to give the briefing and Josh would stand to the side to let her give her speech. A small smirk formed at the corner of his mouth. Was that pride? Maybe it was. She had done well.

But he could sense some dissent over the orders not to kill. Something requested by police, himself, and now Asaraa. Josh would step forward then.

"I have a brother" He announced, as if it weren't obvious considering how public a spectacle his arrival had been. "Who was conditioned and trained to hurt. He hurt, and he hurt a lot. Now he fights with us. All it took was an opportunity to get to see what he could do instead of hurting. Was it easy? Of course not. But he made it."

He paced through the throes of people that had gathered for this mission. "If any of these people had been one of my family members... I would be hoping and praying right now that the Jedi people didn't kill them, to give them a chance. And I can guarantee you that some of these people we will be facing... For one reason or another, our opponents they may be, but they have family amongst the civilians we protect, at least some of them. I doubt any one of you has any desire to have that on your conscience... To be the monster that took away a mother, a father, a sibling, cousin, son or daughter.

No, today... We are peacekeepers. And even if we have to get our hands a little dirty... We will bring that peace. This battle, and the next and the next... Will not just be won with lightsabers and blasters.

For your heart will guide you to the end of the line. Listen to it. And if your heart tells you that to kill is the only way to protect a civilian, or any other matter... Follow it even then. I am not naive to the nature of war, or of battle... I understand that sometimes it cannot be helped. Sometimes... That choice does not get to be made by us. Sometimes we have to do something we don't want to do.

But never make that decision lightly."

With that, it was time to get cracking. The sounds of battle were already beginning to rage nearby, in civilian territory. Josh motioned to Asaraa to lead. If she wanted to be the first so give a speech... She could be the first to charge as well.

 

[Kahne Porte]

Location:Irith
Objective:3
Allies: Open

It was...chaos.

Kahne couldn't help but shake his head at the war that was in the streets of this place. He knew of other places that had reputations as this one did, however this was just open season for violence and crime. The Jedi could feel the emotions of those nearby, anger,greed, fear being the biggest one. Kahne took a deep breath as he glanced to his left as he held out his arm to hold the woman and two children at his side as group of Irokaan's passed by them. "Wait." The Jedi muttered just as a small explosion could be heard, just a few blocks away it sounded like.

"How much farther?" The visibily shaken young mother asked Kahne as she held her two children close. "Not that far." The Jedi whispered back, as he glanced back down the alleyway and noted some soldiers moving towards them. A few old Alliance soldiers that Kahne fought with on Lothal.

"Kahne!" One of them said in a rather hushed voice before giving the Jedi a small salute. "It's been to long."

The Jedi smirked. "Lothal was it?" Kahne inquired of him, although he knew exactly who he was. "I'm glad you made it. We need to get these civilians to safety, and we need to regroup with the rest of present Jedi here and stabilize this place."

The Jedi took a deep breath as one of the other soldiers spoke up. "Why don't we just start taking out the gang members."

"No." Kahne said shaking his head. "We aren't here to kill. We silence these gangs, but no killing. There's been plenty of death already." The Jedi cleared his throat. "Let's get moving. Form up around the civilians and keep your eyes open."

 

[Alexandra Porte]

Location: Irith
Objective: 3
Allies: SJO
w/[member="Kahne Porte"]
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The Silver Jedi Order had been asked to help the polluted, motley, and overcrowded planet of Irith, which was in the middle of a gang war presently. The Porte family had been on Kashyyyk staying as guests at Silver Rest when the aid call came in. Of course they would help. With Aiden and Addison in good hands and getting a taste of the Jedi life as a youngling would, the Master and Apprentice went to Hutt Space along with the rest of the Silver Jedi.

Alexandra kept her head on a swivel and senses on high alert while being the rear guard as Kahne led some civilians they'd rescued out of harms way. Gangs didn't care if you were an innocent. If you got in their way or were in the wrong place at the wrong time... Well collateral damage didn't bother them.

These poor people had been hiding out in the basement of their apartment complex; hoping and praying they'd be saved from the onslaught of the wanton violence. The older couple in front of her were soldiering on but the wife was visibly tiring as the husband helped her along. Their daughter and two grandchildren were up front with Kahne. The Jedi apprentice kept sending a reassuring vibe and strength through the force to them. Alex would do what she could to keep their hope from fading.

A nearby explosion had the small group stop on a dime as they were making their way down an alleyway. A moment later some soldiers joined them... They had served with the Jedi Master on Lothal it seemed. It meant that they were hearty warriors to have survived that battle with the First Order and Knights of Ren on the day the Galactic Alliance fell. Alexandra gave an appreciative cant of her dark head to the old Alliance guard as they formed a security detail around the civilians.

 

[Setter Ryburn]

Objective One
Silver Jedi Special Forces
Razor Team Actual
With: [member="Ura Iolar"] l [member="Josh Dragonsflame"]


Setter adjusted the microphone hanging near his face, looking over at Ura and the other Razor team operators in the room. He spoke back in his deep, gravelly voice.

"Who the hell are you?"

He shook his head and slid his vest over, and adjusted the electronic headset. It gave him better hearing, but honestly made his head a bit...sweatier. Had to figure out a go-between some other time. He hated full-helmets, they ultimately limited your senses to some degree. And a lack of any, could mean your death. He collected his gear and motioned for Ura to follow. They trekked quietly, quickly, and smoothly. Setter was moving like a phantom, fast, and quiet. He turned off the comm channels to the other Silver Jedi forces in the area, and kept it on the local freqs. No need to talk to anyone he didn't want to talk to, anyway.

They reached their target in no time, due to their distance- or at least, the prepared strike point.

Two lookouts on the outskirts, patrolling the perimeter. Opposite rotations, interweaving only twice when they crossed paths. Razor team only had to wait for them to meet in the middle. Setter grabbed one, and another Operator grabbed the other. He applied a knife to the lungs of the humanoid, through the side of the chest. Couldn't scream. Contrary to popular belief, you wanted to pull someone the knife, as opposed to bringing the knife to them. He placed a hand over his mouth, making sure he couldn't even grunt. Gloved hands covered his mouth, the other moved his rifle away from him. He dropped him down slowly, behind a few pieces of scrap metal.

Setter couldn't shake the feeling of something bad, so he motioned Ura over. He let the air out of his lungs so the sharpness of his voice was taken out.

"You're the best bet to get in close- give us the signal when the shipment arrives. We move in once you can identify that the spice is being offloaded. Use this-" He took out an IFF tag, holding it out to her. "We'll be able to see it through the scopes- signal that when you can confirm the spice is there. We'll move in after that. Try to avoid any attention- but if you can't.." He held out the previously used knife, by the tip of the blade, so the handle was facing her. A lightsaber created a lot of noise, and more importantly, light. A knife didn't.

He waited for the Lervon to get moving. He expected her to perform, as he did with anything who fell in under his operations. She could be the one to change his mind about Jedi.

Could be.

 

[Lynette Lykova]

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The Kolgata Irai
Objective 03. Post 02.

Red-orange ash was still falling in the world outside. Silence still blanketed the city. Still and with somber stillness, Lynette's dry boots stopped their hike at the threshold of the underground subway. Looking down, down the long stairwell beyond and out into the darkness underground.Then she pursed her lips and touched her com,

"R2. I've got a broken gateway down here near the subway station. Allison Ave Station. Looks like an entrance. No footprints but I'm still gonna check it out. Just to be sure."

~ Donk donk ~

She nodded to her wrist com, "Yep. Keep scanning. I'll check back in fifteen minutes. And If not. You know the drill. Come get me. Over and out."

~ Dweet dweet ~

Lynette turned her helm against the falling snow. Then she moved down the stairs into the subway. Past the broken metal grate and down into the dark tunnels beyond. Leaving the quiet orange world above behind.


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The train tunnels looked different through her night-vision helm.

Walls and tunnels and train tracks of green flickering illumination. She adjusted her visor for the darkness and let the green world wash over her again. Even her echoing footsteps seemed hushed and muted with the mask tucked so tightly against her face. Still, she could hear her own breathing. Just like in the world above. In and out. In and out. In and out. The never-ending heartbeat of her lungs against the mask. It wasn't really calming at all either. Just another distraction that kept her moving forward. Searching down, down, down in the dark.

She paused near a crack in the tunnel. Large enough to be a breach in the wall. Then turned and looked back towards the way she had came.

"Mmm." She mused. But only for a moment of thinking. Then she kept going forward. Down, down, down the midnight path. Finally she came to a large blast door. Wide enough to blockade the entire tunnel. Closing the way forward and blocking her trail.

"Ah. Now I see. The way was blocked for you. You had to go around."

She turned around and looked back towards the crack in the wall. Figuring to herself. So she turned around again and headed back. This time stopping just a few footsteps from the jagged doorway breach. Arching her head to peer deeper within. When suddenly a voice broke through the silence,

"Not that way."

It was a male voice. Just behind her. So she spun about and tilted her head against the dark,

"Excuse me?"

She didn't see anyone.

"That doesn't go anywhere." The voice spoke again.

Lynette looked up and peered hard against a bump in the ceiling. Ah. A hidden camera. She'd never seen it's like before. Might have been a leftover from the subway's security system. Well. It certainly didn't look new anyways. So Lynette tilted her head and peered right back,

"I see."

She didn't offer anything else. So soon enough the voice spoke back. Calm and mature in it's curious tone.

"Don't get many visitors here. Especially not from the world outside."

Lynette shrugged in her heavy suit, "I'm not from the Cartel. Or, from the government for that matter."

The camera just stared right back. Then the curious voice spoke again.

"Maybe. ...Maybe."

"I'm with the Silver Jedi Order. I'm looking the Masters of the Kolgata Irai." She took a step away from the wall and turned back towards the tunnel beyond, "...Can you help me?"

A long silence followed. So long in fact that Lynette started to think they had probably stepped away by now. But then, just as she was about to leave. The voice spoke again.

"I've decided to let you in. Blast door should be open by the time you get there. See you soon Jedi."

"Right." She mumbled to herself. Turning around in the long dark. "...Fair enough."

She headed back down the tunnel and sure enough. The blast door was rising. Flooding the dark tunnel with light too. Giant spotlights came glaring back down the tunnel at her. Messing up her night-vision HUD and causing her to cover her helm with one heavily gloved hand. The lights did not abate either. Even as the door finished rising with a great loud thud. Then. Slowly. With the tunnel still flooded with light. Three human silhouettes stepped out from behind the blinding glare and stepped out into the light.

"R2." Lynette held her wrist com up high. The three mysterious figures remaining motionless in front of the wild lights beyond,

"...I've found them. I repeat. I've found them."

Then she smiled a long smile. And squinted hard against the glare.


* * *

 

[Renaldo Moon]

Objective: 3
Post: 1

Rineo, being the opportunistic individual that his is, skipped that mission briefing and ventured into the chaos on his own. The only piece of equipment on him being his small lightsaber. He understood though that he should use it only as a defense against the various criminals going on a rampage throughout the city. Plus given what he did know about their mission here, he wasn't supposed to be going around killing folks, not that he wanted to.

If he was to be honest all the carnage reminded him of the battles fought between Tuskens and Colonists on Tatooine, but the far more urban environment was a big change. Rineo was currently rummaging though some poor saps tech shop that had been engulfed by the rioting criminals. But he certainly wasn't looking to steal and take part in the chaos. No, he had a plan. The Tech shop, despite being ransacked some, was still in pretty good condition, Rineo figured that the looters must've just been looking to steal credits within the establishments. So there was certainly some good tech here. But the best find of the day came when the Jawa investigated the back of the shop in storage were about ten, old LOM droids. Which gave the clever Jawa an idea.

He felt that what the Silver Jedi were lacking in this hectic mission was some proper crowd control, to help at least organize the chaos some. Getting the droids out of storage he went to work to put them under his control for the time being, at least until their mission here was done. "Ikee Kurruzza beh ko lopo jubinloo..." (I'm gonna repair this broken city.) He spoke to himself as he was about to conclude his work.

 

[Sigyn Vanir]

Objective: 1
Post 1
Tags: [member="Setter Ryburn"] | [member="Ura Iolar"]

Sigyn had stayed quiet for the Whole briefing. Only listened. The soldier, Setter Ryburn, seemed experienced and had the look of knowing what he did. And most off all, he seemed to really want this mission to suceed. Wether he was like this on all missions or not, Sigyn didn't know. But right now, he seemed like the best leader for this operation.

This spice they were going after was unknown to her. But from what little she had been told, she knew it was bad. And that it needed to be removed wherever possible.

She followed Close by when they began moving in. For this mission, she had tried to chose dark clothes, which mostly meant a very dark green jacket and pants. Her hair had been tied together, and hidden under a Hood she wore on her head, With a bandana to cover the lower part of her face. She didn't know if that was needed, but she had taken it anyway. The only thing not dark now was her spear. While not the stealthiest weapon, it was better than a lightsaber.

Another padawan had come along With them. Ura Ialor, whom Sigyn was acquainted With. She was talked to by the leader, and it seemed to be about some important task. Sigyn moved in closer to hear better, right in time to hear Setter tell Ura that if she was seen, she was to kill those that had spotted her. "Sorry, sir," Sigyn started, "but isn't it possible to just knock them out, instead of killing them?" It was not the jedi way to kill People if it could be avoided. Even if they deserved it. Sigyn had needed some time to learn this, and she still didn't remember it all the time. But she tried. And right now, she was unsure if it had been right to ask.

 

[Asaraa Vaashe]

Locations: Irith
Objective: 3: Stop the gang war...would cake work?

Tagging: [member="Amon Vizsla"] | [member="Nolo Kontra"] | [member="Masaru Varga"] | [member="Ador Horn"] | [member="Josh Dragonsflame"] |

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Taking down a threat while trying your best not to kill others was never going to be and easy task to handle, especially in the middle of a large fight like this, and force knew that she'd killed people before but still it was a last resort for a Jedi to use lethal force, not when there were so many other options available to them. Only...the others were right, if it was a choice between killing or an innocent dying then it wasn't hard for the pink-haired Jedi to figure out what her reaction would be. There was a uncertain light in her eyes, almost a sadness as she inclined her head, "You're not wrong, we don't want to let any innocents die, or to put ourselves in a situation where you're going to get yourself killed." It was...it had been unfair to impose such a strict rule on them, something looser might have given everyone the chance to decide for themselves instead of imposing her beliefs on the team.

Asaraa reached out a hand as the transport they were in bucked in the air, the whine of the repulsors kicking in and the pilot slewed them around in the air, a dust cloud surging up around the transport as the door swung open to reveal a city that was at war with itself. The sound of yelling and combat filled the air as the two gangs slammed into one anther, only pulling apart to crash into one another against like opposing waves, waves happy to crush anything caught between them as they tried their level best to kill one another for their bosses.

"Well, game time guys." Taking a deep breath Asaraa took a step forward, dropping out of the transport, bending at the knees as she landed on the ground, talking a breath as she surged forward towards the riot.

 

[Ura Iolar]

Ura followed behind slowly, shifting her form to hide better, including seeming to form her body to take the shape of clothing and a hooded cloak. Make her look more... normal. As they began to approach, [member="Setter Ryburn"] told the Lervon that she was the best to sneak up and tell them when the shipment came, and held an IFF tag to her. Ura took it, but seemed to shutter at the idea of having to kill. Thankfully, her fellow padawan [member="Sigyn Vanir"] , one that she knew, spoke up with the same thought. Ura then spoke with her odd voice, eyeing Setter.

"I won't need the knife. Advantage of being Lervon" As she said this, her hand shifted to a blade-like form, but quickly shifted it back before speaking again. "But I shouldn't have to kill a soul." She then handed her broken looking lightsaber to Sigyn before becoming a cloud of dust and floating towards the building. Once their, she seemed to reform, but remained a shapeless mass as she climbed up. She stayed stealthy as she approached the best look out point, still staying quite formless.