Homecoming (Outer Rim Coalition)

[Jaius Sovv]

BYLLURUN​

SULLUST​

OUTER RIM COALITION​

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Jaius Sovv, Galactic Alliance Chief of State and hero to the Sullustan people, was dying.

The campaign for Sluis Van had taken much out of him. Prolonged negotiations with Dorvalla's lommite interests and the gas miners on Echnos only exacerbated his fatigue. What physicians once promised him would be a slow decline was now a rapid progression towards inevitable oblivion. His condition was very rare, genetic and incurable. With proper rest and care Jaius could have lingered yet a while but now the sullustan's immune system was far too ravaged.

It did not matter. His people were finally home.

There were still moments of lucidity. A glimpse of his homeworld's craggy, inhospitable skyline nearly took his breath away. Years ago Sovv had been smuggled off Coruscant in a shipping container to avoid execution by the Sith Emperor's forces. Now he was returning to their fallen alliance's ancestral seat of power on the eve of planetary celebrations. The Sullustan Council and SoroSuub had signed formal agreements, they were a part of the Coalition now. The Home Guard had been restored. The people were safe.

"General..." he murmured, his sunken lids no longer certain that his old friend [member="Coren Starchaser"] was still by his side, "It won't be long now."

Whether Chief Sovv meant their homecoming or his end, Coren could not say.

Tonight would be an evening of celebration and joy. Tomorrow would be a day of mourning and remembrance for their fallen leader. Yet Coren was not here just for him. Sullust was beginning to heal, but the work was far from over. With the help of the Underground and other local powers a great undertaking was already under way to transform its subterranean cities and industrial labyrinths back into a stronghold of the Outer Rim. The time of the Alliance may be over, but this world's legacy would endure as one of fierce resistance.

• Assist the Underground in roughing up a newly reconstructed Alliance Base with all kinds of space trash and broken fell star knock offs.
• The Home Guard wants you! Sullust's defense force is in need of mercenaries to pacify a group of First Order Werewolves operating in the wilderness on the agricultural moon of Sulon.
• Stop by the Lusty Bomewright Cantina for some sullustan gin and celebrate along with the natives. Their return to the fold is a joyous time and the subterranean streets are even more crowded than usual.
• Pay respects at the Fallen Jedi Temple on the surface. Just remember to bring a rebreather, Sullust's atmosphere is toxic and only survivable for short periods.

 

[Coren Starchaser]

Byllurun​

Sullust​

Outer Rim Coalition​

With Chief of State [member="Jaius Sovv"]​

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The signs were there, but the General of the Alliance was doing his best to work through it all. He knew what the Alliance had meant to the men and women who served it, who had looked to that red starbird for hope. The starbird that now lived in the men and women who served the small state of the Coalition. From the Grand Admiral to the General and the Chief, to every soldier who even today had the choice of entering the Partisans and opting to wear the gold-and-red starbird that labeled them of the Alliance within the larger Coalition military.

Still, others had chosen to stay and wear the armor of the Pathfinders. Maybe the military didn’t survive as well as others, but the message, the cause of the Alliance was out there, among the stars, part of the Coalition, and part of every force that fought for freedom in this galaxy. With the return to Sullust, the celebration was in full swing, and Coren Starchaser was here, working on finding the remnants of the Sentinel Training Grounds, and signing orders that solidified the Alliance’s state as headquartering in Sullust, and patrolling the region of space around the magma world.

All while supporting the Coalition, and serving to enhance the Home Guard.

With documents signed, and messages out to the Alliance units scattered across the galaxy, some supporting the Silver Jedi Order and the Antarian Rangers, others entrenched in former First Order or current Sith Empire strongholds. Sullust was flying their flag once more.

However, the General was still where he was, standing close to his Chief of State, the Sentinel for the Flag. “We've made it, Chief. Its been a long road, but you lead us here. More scattered units are returning. The dream will still remain, will still burn.” It wasn’t going to rage like it had, but the General knew this world would stand. He just wasn’t sure what Sovv had in mind for the leadership.

 

[Dracken Pryce]

Byllurun
Sullust
Outer Rim Coalition
Waiting for: [member="Coren Starchaser"]

He'd gotten the message from half a dozen different people when Jaius's condition made a turn for the worse. While the Corellians were dealing with several potential threats at once, they were just that...Potential. So when he'd put in time to take leave he was able to climb aboard his ship and make the trip out to the Mid Rim world of Sullust. It was funny in a way, that the Outer Rim had collected enough stable powers like the Kathol Rift, the exiled Alliance, and the Judges, to reach all the way into the Mid Rim now.

Soon, he mused, the Outer Rim Coalition would just have to start calling themselves the Coalition. Who knew, maybe now they had enough support to fully re-organize into a new Galactic Alliance. If they did, he promised he'd do everything in his power to bring the Corellians into the fold. The thought was somber though, as he realized looking back at the politics and military leaders of Corellia, that his home had become a very different place from when they were among friends like the Republic.

 

[Jaius Sovv]

"That is good, that is good..." he nodded in Coren's direction, "We have one last thing to discuss, you and I."

With great effort, Jaius raised a palsied hand to wave away the Jedi's inevitable protests. There was nothing left for which to save his strength. Nothing save for this one last task.

"I am...the last Chief of State," the dying man continued haltingly, "There will not be another. Our Galactic Triumvirate is sundered...and so too I release you from your oath. You are free to simply be Master Starchaser...of the Jedi."

The shuttle's exterior light slowly faded while it prepared for final approach and descended below Sullust's surface. Byllurun's vast transit caverns yawned below them like a vast maw. Normally all arrivals were to be routed toward one of several sprawling spaceport complexes that handled the world's unending flow of interstellar traffic. An escort of Home Guard Cutlass starfighters ensured that they were instead safely rerouted directly to Byllurun's capitol building.

"I know you will never stop," the sullustan's face was now shadowed by dim interior lighting, "You don't have it in you. I know that you will...watch over our people. But the entire...galaxy needs you now. Trust in your friends, trust in the Force. Be the spark."

He closed his eyes. There was a burst of static from the Jedi's personal comm.

"General, we've landed."

[member="Coren Starchaser"] looked up to give his friend the good news, but Jaius Sovv was already gone.

He stayed there for a long time, and when the Jedi Master finally left his side there was another sullustan waiting for him patiently just outside.

"My condolences, Master Jedi," the alien was younger, perhaps the same age as Coren, "We have not met. I am [member="Miel Tevv"], CEO of SoroSuub and acting president of the Sullustan Council. Before he passed Chief Sovv communicated with me his last wishes."

Miel presented the Jedi with an ornate looking pin.

"In his memory, I am making you an honorary General of the Sullustan Home Guard."

 

[Coren Starchaser]

It was a victory, right? They had arrived at Sullust. The Alliance was safe. Their world was restored, and the Coalition was able to state that they helped out. Maybe this was what it was leading up to. He looked at his Chief, he knew what was coming. He could feel it in the Force. Other ships and fleets were being recalled. It was truly a historic event. But the Jedi General couldn’t shake the feelings in his mind.

Was he supposed to reorganize? What was there to fight?

The galaxy had troubles just surviving. He looked to his leader, the one who used his art to keep their cause shining. Sundered? He nodded. The Alliance wasn’t what it once was. But last Chief of State? Starchaser tipped his head to the side. “Chief Sovv…” Where was he supposed to go from there?

Released, but aware. The Alliance was his home, they were his people. Never much of a religious man, not a religious Jedi, but spiritual one, a Living Force. He was a spark. “Our people are under my watch, Chief.” He said, but he wasn’t sure if Sovv was already gone.

And that was that… the second Triumvirate, collapsed. The second Chief of State, and by far the wiser, passed from this galaxy. The static and the sound. Starchaser knew what it meant.

His regret was he couldn’t bring his Chief here sooner. He stayed there, doing what he could, what could maybe help his Chief, and would help him, with the passing of a Titan. Composing himself, and in his excuse for an Alliance-Underground joint uniform, very reminiscent of the Rebel Alliance leadership of legends, Jedi Master Coren Starchaser stepped onto the Capitol once more.

The first he was greeted with, this was a Sullustan he knew of, but had never met. [member="Miel Tevv"]. SoroSuub. As he introduced himself, Coren nodded and smiled. He watched the Sullustan, not with suspicion, this was his home. But he hadn’t suspected what was coming next.

A pin?

The pin. The Home Guard.

“I am honored, President Tevv. The goal was to always return to Sullust. I just am saddened that Chief Sovv couldn’t witness the returning moment.” He looked back to the shuttle. “Have many of the Alliance returned?” He knew there were more battles out there, some would return and remain, others would seek their goals.

For Coren? He had plans. He hoped his messages were received, and that his goals were in line with Miel's.

[member="Dracken Pryce"]

 

[Kahne Porte]

Location:Space-En Route to Sulon
Objective: Eliminate The Wolves
Allies:Open

While a member of the Silvers, the coalition was still apart of him. The Jedi wasn't here on the Silvers behalf, but more so his own. Their on the day of its destruction, he had always hoped that Coren would be able to revive the Alliance and bring it back from the remnants it had become. It seemed his hoped for this particular dream had been short lived. Then again, Kahne never really gave up hope. So he did what he could, whenever he could. Simply because he believed in that ideal and would jump at the chance to be part of the Alliances rebirth, should the day come.

True, Kahne was not their through everything the GA endured, but he was their during the times the mattered. And that seemed easy enough for him.

Kahne stood just behind the Pilots and co pilots seat of his vessel as he was with several members of the Alliance, many he fought with on Lothal. It was nice to have some old comrades join him on the venture.

Kahne knew that [member="Jaius Sovv"] wasn't well from the message he had recieved. He didn't know the Chief very well, but he knew that he was a good man. And was respected by many people. While Kahne wanted to see him before anything further happened, the Wolves of the First Order had to be dealt with as well.

"We'll be there soon Kahne. Shall we land within Akkalo station?"

"That works, inform them we are just here for resupplying our ship. Also send message to Starchaser and inform him we have landed and will report back with the First Order wolves have been dealt with."


[member="Coren Starchaser"]

 

[Dracken Pryce]

The door hissed when Coren exited Sovv's room. He had a somber air about him, but as usual Coren also looked strong and driven towards a goal. Maybe now more than ever. The other Sullustan approached and introduced himself as Miel Tevv. When he brandished the pin Pryce's brow shot up and he looked to Coren with recognition and he gave the Jedi a smirk.

"Congratulations, General." He clapped Coren on the shoulder. He deserved it. He'd been the tip of the spear for the Alliance Remnant since they'd fled the Core worlds. He gave the Jedi a sad smile. With the Alliance Remnant finally having liberated Sullust he wondered if they'd continue on to other fallen worlds.

While the Imperial Bloc treaty had all but fallen apart, many warlords had sprung up in the old occupied space lanes of the Imperial Bloc. And if not old Imperials there were plenty of cunning pirates that had stolen Imperial and First Order ships and built formidable fleets with death grips over plenty of old Alliance worlds. Corellia had been dealing with their fair share of both.

[member="Coren Starchaser"] [member="Kahne Porte"] [member="Jaius Sovv"]

 

[Miel Tevv]

"Please, call me Miel," the young sullustan blushed at [member="Coren Starchaser"]. He was no politician, and in truth the quicker this provisional government could be about its business and hold new elections the better. Then he could set about his true business of rebuilding SoroSuub's damaged infrastructure and reclaiming their wealth among the stars. When the Jedi spoke of Sovv his expression turned reflective, "I believe that he saw enough, General."

He reached for a datapad to retrieve specific data on Coren's question. In doing so he spied the approach of [member="Dracken Pryce"] with a quick glance. Miel recognized the Corellian officer only by his uniform. No doubt a full briefing would come in time but advance word of the fleet admiral's arrival had seemingly been lost in the overall tumult of the day. He could not shake the feeling that his life was about to get a lot more interesting and there would be no going back.

"More are coming every day," President Tevv handed him the datapad before he quietly bowed at Dracken and waited for the two humans to exchange pleasantries, "I hope you gentlemen will forgive the current state of things. Unfortunately the First Order did not think much of our old institutions. Reconstruction has been slow, but with the Coalition's help and our Corellian partners all of that is about to change..."

He motioned for them both to follow and set off at a brisk pace which left little doubt that they were dealing with a different breed of sullustan to Jaius Sovv. Much of the capitol building was still in dire need of repair. Precision Imperial tactics had caused little damage to its foundations, but the old capitol suffered years of disuse while under First Order jurisdiction. The conquerors built their own administrative complexes and left the native's culture a ruin in slow decline. Only now the structure was alive again with life, serious looking sullustans crawling through its guts to restore the historic planetary seat of power.

"I will show you what I mean," Miel said at last, and ushered them both out onto a balcony platform which overlooked capital city itself, "Byllurun, jewel of the rim. For years we were isolated, most trade with the wider galaxy either Imperial regulated or cut off entirely. There is much work to be done before the old roads to Corellia are fully restored, but access to markets on Terminus alone has revitalized us."

It was a beautiful sight in its own way. Byllurun was nestled in a massive underground cavern but there was very little sense of claustrophobia or darkness. Dazzling lights blanketed the cityscape in a kaleidoscope of sentient activity. Luminous fungi and plant life on wilder outskirts glowed brightly which gave the false impression of a horizon. The streets were alive with music and revelry but everywhere there was signs of construction in process. Much of Sullust had fallen into disrepair, but the fastidious aliens finally had enough resources to begin again.

 

[Lyra Sunfell]

It had been a long time since anything but the Firebird felt like home for Lyra and Twilight. But if there was anything that had done that, it had been Sullust before it fell. They had been exiles since then, even for a mobile infantry company. But then, they had come home. And that was all there was to it. She strode down the landing ramp of the corvette and took a long breath of the distinctively familiar tang of Sullustan atmosphere.

But this was going to be a very brief stop. They would resupply and take on reinforcements before moving to secure a LZ on Sulon. It was looking liek there would be a long slog of a campaign against them. Even after being annihilated, the First Order was causing problems. Those so-called Werewolves of theirs were no joke. Even if they weren't the highly disciplined and relentless First Order stormtroopers, they were still ruthless fanatics who wouldn't stop as long as they survived.

And Twilight was one of the few units experienced enough in guerilla operations to engage with them on equal footing, even if they were more used to working the other side of the war. Wasn't often that they were counter insurgency. Normally they were the insurgency, but it would still serve them well.

"Major!" A deck officer said. "Requsitioned supplies are just finished being stacked in the docking bay. Can start loading shortly."

Lyra nodded. "Excellent, thank you. I will have my quartermaster take stock and organize the loading on the ship."

 

[Jic Drow]

For this member of Twilight Company, the homecoming was even more sweet. Yes, Cias was a part of the Galactic Alliance, but he was feeling more and more comfortable with the name of the Coalition being associated with him and his unit. But he was a Sullustan, and he had been returning to his homeworld. His brother was out there, flying with the Wraiths. And he knew Cian was here back on the Sullust. Moving with Lyra he stepped onto the base, and of the ship.

“Home.” He said, in Sullustan, before turning to Lyra.

“How long before we ship to Sulon? Will we return here?” He had heard word through military channels about the Chief. And word of Starchaser taking the step into the Home Guard. That was good. A good warrior.

[SIZE=11pt]There were other questions to ask, but the Sullustan was looking at power packs for his weaponry. Would Twilight remain? The Alliance was going through serious downsizing. Would they join the Partisans? Would there be tags for the Alliance? He didn’t want to lose the Starbird[/SIZE]

[member="Lyra Sunfell"]

 

[Kyle Farnes]

He had been directed to assist on Sulon. Imperial and First Order remnants were known to remain on the moon, and while Home Guard was helping to route most of the other cells, Sulon was becoming a bit of a strong hold for the Wolves. That was good. Kyle was always ready to take a swing at the enemy. Especially the Order. They came with their strength and blockades, doing more harm than good. That was not what the Mandalorian was looking to do in the galaxy.

Having landed his Pursuer, coming separate from the Fleet, on the moon he stepped out. Bronze armor, light for a Mandalorian, and a carbine in hand, he was seeing the other landing craft coming. Alliance and Coalition forces. Signaling to the fleet that the landing zone was set, he began transmitting the coordinates. What he was waiting for was the local Sherriff’s report on the world. He knew it was coming.

The Coalition was here, Underground cells were on this world and in deep. But he was just a contractor, the likes of [member="Kahne Porte"] and others who were arriving were going to have more context as to where to rush in.

 

[Coren Starchaser]

“Its what our men and women fought, and died for. I know he understood. I just wish he would have been able to walk the ground before the end.” It was one of those things, a sentimentality that Coren had. Before his end, he could only home he remembered the last time he had seen Sullust, or Corellia.

It was good to see a homeworlder. Pryce was as much a part of the Alliance as anyone was. Yes, he was serving to support Corellia, and Coren completely respected that. He tried to make time for the world, but he knew his son Jared was out there, as well as men like Pryce. It was a good sign. The Admiral was handling the Core while the Rim was his territory. The Alliance was not finished this day, instead, it would evolve.

All on the account of what the Sullustans wanted. He had enough swing with the Underground he could get the Coalition behind it. And if the Silver Jedi were called upon to support freedom and peace? He knew they would be there. “Thank you, Admiral. And I am glad you were able to make the call. I know the fighting in the Core has been heavy.”

Turning back to the President, Coren nodded. “I was part of the Underground, and I was on Sullust when we freed it from the Warlords. I know what we are capable of on this world.” As they stepped on the balcony, looking to the City.

“What can we do to support you, MIel?”

[member="Miel Tevv"]
[member="Dracken Pryce"]

 

[Rekha Kaarde]

Familiar territory for certain. Her mouth was open as she looked about again, the cantina was her place to be and she was going to do something this time. This time she would make the offer to the owner to take it over. The Lusty Bomewright Cantina would be a great addition to her business and...it would be a great listening post in the future.

She had brought Celeste along this time. Celeste was a savvy twi'lek who enjoyed bar, travel and entertainment. She was becoming Rekha's right hand in marketing. What would bring folks in?

Her on Sullust it would be like Bespin, good food, good entertainment, and security. Whatever they could offer. The green eyed brunette stood in the doorway looking to see if the owner was about. What was the name again, feth she had gotten bad with names.

With ORC able to assist Sullust now she'd be able to get supplies to them via Coruscant, and Bespin...or was it Sullust to Bespin...she couldn't remember. She did remember to smile as she stepped up to the bar.

Around them the sounds of celebration drowned out anything else. She had to admit it was infectious.

"Whatever you got that's cold" Yep..she knew was it was like to celebrate. Business probably could wait a bit.

 

[Lyra Sunfell]

[member="Cias Kunn"]

"An hour, if nothing goes wrong with loading up," Lyra said, turning to look at Cias. "And then yes, we shall return." She tightened a clasp on her armor and buckled in additional ammunition pouches. "We'll be here a while, I think. Need to sort out what it is that we're doing next and this is still our headquarters."

"Twilight!" The woman yelled across the hangar, "Load up! Get buckled in for launch! Stay clear of the loading drones! We're on a schedule here!" She strode forward, adjusting the harness that carried her battle rifle so it hung carefully at her side without getting in the way of her arms.

"Let's get a move on, 61st!" There were others already on the moon


[member="Kyle Farnes"]