Skirmish Hell's Coming With Me (NJP - Open to all Jedi and Criminals)

[Kitter Bitters]

A ripple of unrest breaks across Chalacta as ships descend from the sky, fast, unmarked, and unmistakably hostile. They cut through the calm like a blade, dropping into the atmosphere in waves as sirens begin to echo across the city. On the ground, figures in dust-worn coats and wide-brimmed hats spill into the streets and outskirts, moving with purpose as chaos ignites in their wake. This isn't a just a raid, it's a vendetta. As the first clashes erupt near the New Jedi Praxeum, one truth becomes clear: the underworld has come to claim Chalacta.​

Objective 1: Protect Who We Are​

The assault slams into the New Jedi Praxeum without warning, turning its open courtyards and bright halls into a battlefield. Criminal forces surge through the outer grounds and press toward the heart of the temple, cutting power, breaching doors, and scattering defenders as they push deeper inside. Alarms ring through the corridors as Jedi rally to hold the line, guarding younglings, securing key chambers, and fighting to keep the Praxeum from falling. If the temple is lost, so too is the future it was built to protect.
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Criminals: Attack the Temple | Jedi Defend Your Home

Objective 2: Protect Who We Serve
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Beyond the Praxeum walls, chaos spills into the heart of Chalacta as criminal bands descend upon civilian districts, raiding markets, torching supply routes, and driving frightened families into the streets. Panic spreads faster than the flames, and with local defenses overwhelmed, the Jedi are forced to make a choice: remain at the temple or answer the cries of the people they serve. Every moment counts as lives hang in the balance, and the fate of the city rests on whether anyone can push back the tide before it consumes everything.​

Criminals: Attack the City | Jedi Defend The People







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[Katarine Ryiah]

Objective 1 - Inside the Temple

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The signal cut through the static of the Holonet, encrypted, urgent, unmistakably Jedi.

"This is Jedi Master Katarine Ryiah, transmitting from the New Jedi Praxeum on Chalacta."

Behind her, the once-peaceful halls flickered with distant alarms. Smoke curled through the open archways, and the low hum of defensive shields strained under pressure. What had been a sanctuary for learning and healing was now under siege.

"Criminal forces have breached the outer sectors. Civilians are in danger. We are holding, but only just."

Her voice was steady, though the weight of countless lives pressed against it. In the Force, she could feel fear spreading across Chalacta, sharp and chaotic. A distant explosion echoed. She didn't turn.

"Chalacta stands not just as a world, but as a promise, that the Jedi of the New Jedi Order can be more than relics of a fallen age. Help us protect that promise."

A brief pause. Then, softer:

"We need you."

The signal pulsed once more across the stars, quiet, resolute, and waiting.

When the signal went dead, she turned and took a deep breath. It was time to find her students and do what she could for the school. Hopefully, this dream wasn't about to end before it really got started.

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[Aidan Bard]

✦ A LONG TIME AGO, IN A GALAXY FAR, FAR AWAY ✦

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He stood alone on the dueling mat, hilt in hand as the blade hummed its signature peaceful song. At peace with himself, and with his blade, Aidan picked up with his training. Off the mat was his book, it listed the mechanics of all seven lightsaber forms and with masterful instruction on how and when to employ them from the archives. He picked up the blade, ready to continue his self-teaching before the alarms ricochet off the wall into a deafening screech that dislodged his focus. His form collapsed immediately, danger sense blaring with a cracking ting against the back of his skull. They were under attack. He turns to the sound of distant blaster-fire and explosions. Aidan wasn't sure if he could leave the temple, but from what the alarms told him, he wouldn't need to. No, the danger had found the Jedi, and he had to put his skills to the test.
He dashed out of the empty room into the Common Area, leaving the book off to the edge of the mat. His grip on his hilt tightened as he looked for anyone of higher rank to tell him the news. Was this a drill?

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[Solene Beroya]

SOLENE BEROYA

Location: The Jedi Praxeum Temple
Objective: 1. Protect who we are
Tags: Aidan Bard Katarine Ryiah
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The soft trill of wind chimes and the breathing of younglings was the only thing that Solene could here before it began. It was a small group, just five younglings whose families had sent their children to the Praxeum for spiritual guidance. Word was spreading that theirs was a place of peace and learning.

She felt the disturbance first and her brow furrowed over her closed eyes and the meditating younglings also shifted in their breathing pattern as the force subtly darkened around them. She opened her eyes and looked at the children. "Not now" she whispered to herself before standing.

That was when she heard the first noises of battle. The rapid firing of automatic weapons echoing through the halls of the austere chambers. The children heard it too and their eyes began to open.

Solene picked up her comm and heard it crackling to life. Battle droids, moving through the Praxeum temple wreaking havoc and assaulting anyone they came across. Led by several organics. "What do they want?" there was nothing of value here. What she had no way of knowing was that this was a diversionary attack, expendable in its nature but intended to tie up the senior jedi in the temple while whoever was funding this force was achieving more profitable objectives.

"Younglings, head to the dormitaries and secure the doors. Kiira, you are the eldest, you are in charge of your brothers and sisters. Take this." she handed her a comm to keep in touch. The teenager nodded back.

"May the force be with you master."

"With all of us"

They went by the smaller corridors to the dorms away from routes their foes may find. Solene watched them lead and then went out the main door. She contact Katarine Ryiah via her comm. <<This is Solene, i'm heading to the main courtyard, my class is secure.>>

As she ran down the corridor a young padawan ran to her, his robes tattered and scorched by blaster fire, and someone's blood on his forehead.

""Master Beroya, there are too many of them. What are we going to do?"

She sighed and drew her blade, a hum filled the air and its glow highlighted her blue skin.

"We defend our home"
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