Populate In the Emperor's Long Shadow (Silver Jedi Concord Populate of Wayland)

[Gir Quee]

The admiral sagely nodded as Edep Kre spoke about the need to keep a weapon on him and at the ready - a practice he too thought a wise, himself almost always carrying a sonic pistol and a personal shield generator on himself at all times. As a starship officer, especially as a flag officer, he was theoretically supposed to have little to no chance of directly facing an opponent in close combat. But that had proven to be false - it turned out that both Sith and the Bryn'adul had developed a penchant for trying to board and capture enemy starships. While familiar with some of the more basic lightsaber combat forms like Makashi and Soresu, he had only passingly recognized the word Jar'kai. He made a note to look up that combat form later on while he considered just exactly how to respond to the bothan Jedi's question, as smug as it seemed to the man.

"I believe that the Jedi have been a great force of good in this galaxy of ours," started the blonde man, "and will continue to be so, but I don't think that there are enough of you to solve the galaxy's ills - at least not yet. Everyone has their part to play in making this place better, though I'm not sure we've all figured out how to do that collectively as the Concord. And that's why I'm here.

Case and point, I could probably lobby to increase the local defense force here or delegate some of my own command's vessels here to help with the problems that Wayland has right now to help stop the looters, but that doesn't necessarily mean that the problems will stop. A local criminal group might start trying to excavate the Sith vaults themselves and sell the content's on the black market, and that's out of the military's jurisdiction. It doesn't solve the possibility that one of these vaults is a ticking time-bomb with some explosive or hideous sithspawn just waiting to released or triggered at the right moment.

I'm not quite sure what the answer is to these vaults, but I'm here to try and find out...."

"Greetings, how are you all enjoying the gala."

He almost immediately stopped mid-tongue as Reyla Litre ( Cassus Hex ) joined the group. He had thought that Ura Iolar perhaps had been one of the more unusual life forms at the event - few people ever saw the colloquial sandman of Yurb - but he had no idea what extraction this being was. Does she have some sort of pheromones or mental abilities? Both the Falleen and more local Zeltrons came to mind, but she didn't appear to have any of the physical traits that he associated with those species. Where's Ariela to help me with these things when I need her? He blinked and forced a practiced smile on his face as he attempted to regain his composure.

"Well, so far," replied the man from Hast, "I don't believe we've met before. I am Admiral Gir Quee, commander of the Concord's 4th Fleet. And this is Padawan Iolar and Knight Kre - we were just starting to discuss some of the unfortunate happenings on the world and some of its possible solutions, but I think I'm getting ahead of myself. You are?"

 

[Phalsi Drynchen]

JUST SHADOW THINGS

Objective: Search

Equipment: Under-Armor, Clothes-The look, The Mask, Just in Case Cloak, Scope- on belt, Wrist Device, Slicing/Gaming Tool, The Encoil, Zerek Stowaway Node, ICE/iBorg Clarion Personal Translator
Weapons: Four Zenji Needles, Pair of Blue Lightsabers, Hard Light Weapon, Pair of Shock Whips
Ship: Sanguine Tempest
Tags: Audren Sykes Travot Ravenna​

The passage was somewhat cleaner in her opinion as she slowly moved forward, keeping an eye out for hidden features of the hallway. There was a faint glow in the systems of the mask, and had she been in a hurry, might have simply thought it a thin film of interference in the optics. Instead, she paused and examined the space a bit closer. Crouching down the thin filament of glowing material became brighter as she pushed her face closer.

Unbeknownst to her, the camera down the hallway peered at her without fail.

She dared to extend her hand to the thin sight before a small tingle of warning flared in her mind as her fingers drew near. A brow perked at the feeling, opting instead to trace it back to the wall on either side and finally determine it to be a mono-filament trap wire. Pulling a needle from her wrist, she carefully stabbed the end against the wall and freed the wire from it's harness, letting it drop to the floor as she examined the end of the needle.

It had formed a small divot in the end, and was something she expressed with a wide eyed stare behind the mask.

Her handler for the Mistryl's had informed her that the needles were capable of piercing armor if thrown properly, and something that made a mark on the end was something to take note of. She sat crouched for a long while, mulling on taking the wire with her before ultimately deciding it was moot and moving on.

Her clothes swished softly as she moved forward, her pace alarmingly slow as she reached what seemed to be a doorway. She cast her eyes about the whole frame, wondering if it would simply open or have to be sliced before she noticed another small flare in her optics. Her head stopped moving about the whole wall, slowly fixating on the camera nodule before tilting her head at it. Nothing moved as she stepped back and forth, making her wonder if it had a larger peripheral than most or if the thing was fixed.

But it also told her that there was a security center or information housing somewhere in the underbelly of the building. Which was of great interest to her.

"Alrighty then, mister door. Open says-me." Phalsi mumbled hopefully as she reached for the access controls. A sound from down the hallway had her pausing and glancing back. The sound possibly a trick of the mind to ward her off from entering as she swore up and down that it sounded like a lightsaber engaging.

She narrowed her eyes, focusing on the sound before a chirp had her turning back to the door. The hiss of systems unlocking made her nearly paranoid as the door split and opened before her. The focused stare of her head tilting slightly and staring into the dark filled room paired with intent listening as the sweet sound of electronics humming beckoned her forward.

Her lips scrunched at the teasing hum, sighing before crossing the threshold and letting a hand drift to her hip as she moved.

"I really do despise these old creepy places. Should honestly be lit-" She began before words came from the dark of the room.

"You'll find- ." "Buhh" She barked into the dark, a reaction of surprise and alarm that she hadn't fully seated control over, midway through the voices speech that made them draw up short with a pained sound before the spoke again.

"Did you just...bark...at me?" The voice asked, clearly exasperated by the question.

 

[Ura Iolar]

Ura listened quietly, not really sure what to say about any of this. Well other than telling Gir he did pronounce her name correctly. She also slightly hoped the newer Force users that came wouldn't notice Balru. She didn't want to hide the other young one, but she knew explaining would be difficult. The crystal Edep had did interest her though.

Gir Quee Edep Kre Reyla Litre Cassus Hex

 

[Travot Ravenna]

The clone of the dark sider's sneer grew larger as he inspected Travot's stance while drawing both of his own lightsabers. The characteristic snap-hiss of the sabers activated, casting a forbidding red glow. He placed his offhand saber forward and parallel to the ground, while the second saber in his right hand stood almost vertical but ready to strike - Travot almost instantly recognized the placement as being classic Jar'Kai - a style which he had practice sparring against several times against more experienced Jedi - but one he hadn't learned yet himself. Oh great...

"I shall enjoy this - at least I hope I will. Some people shouldn't ever be given a lightsaber, you know..."

Jeng's clone moved surprisingly quick, leaping forward mid-sentence with his left saber attempting to sweep aside Travot's own blade. He managed to bounce the other blade away, only for it to be battered back by a much stronger, hacking blow from the sith's more dominant hand. The blows kept coming in a flurry, requiring nearly all of his focus to simply keep in his blade steady and at just the ready spot to block or deflect a blow. This isn't going to work...not if I keep going like this...at least not a purist of the style. Yet he could sense a certain pattern to the other man's strike, and then took a gamble on it. He abruptly switched the length of his saber for a mere second - it abruptly disappeared right before one of the man's sweeping blows would have caught it - causing the red blade to swing into thin air. As his blue blade appeared again, it suddenly leapt forward into Jeng's right shoulder, causing a howl of pain. The scent of burnt flesh and fabric filled the air - causing Travot to wince. He could feel rage building up in the other man, even as the sith's right arm seemed to dangle. Did I take that hand out of the fight? The sith brought the right blade in a hammering blow that knocked Travot back and glanced up against his armored arm - though he could feel some heat from the sith lightsaber blade - it hadn't actually hurt him...yet.

The Sith continued his offense anew, attempting to sweep Travot's saber out of the way again with his parrying saber. Travot let it happen. Jeng grinned as he brought his other saber in a slashing attack towards the jedi's torso, but the man from Susevfi brought his own left forearm in to intercept it. The sith lightsaber crackled as it smashed into the man's lanvorok and suddenly sizzled out of existence as it interacted with the lanvorok's cortosis inlay. Jeng frowned out of befuddlement. Travot abruptly used his free hand as a focus to throw a Force push that knocked the other man backwards and into a computer console. Half of the console was sliced in half by the sith's lightsaber, but Travot noticed that in the process, Jeng had banged his already wounded arm against the console, causing him to drop the de-activated lightsaber. Got to do this quick...With his outstretched left hand, he pulled the sith lightsaber into his hand, and promptly sliced its emitter array with his own lightsaber. He cast the bisected lightsaber to the ground as the clone of Jeng rose and snarled.

"You will pay for that..."

Phalsi Drynchen

 

[Reyla Litre]

“Admiral? Well I'm impressed. I am Master Litre, General of the Concord, but you can call me Reyla.” She smiled. The crowd around her began going back to the gala, though still looking back at her when she got the chance. Her affect on people was a burden to Reyla, everyone so her for the angel she was on the outside, rarely for the person she really was. Though she was more than just a “pretty face”, General Reyla Litre, one of the smartest and bravest the Concord had to offer. “Nice to meet you, as with you Padawan Iolar and Knight Kre. It's always a pleasure to meet fellow Jedi.”

 

[Edep Kre]

The Bothan would listen to Gir Quee intently as he spoke, nodding in agreement with his notions on the not so numerous Jedi, other people's parts in making things better for themselves and the rest of the Galaxy, and so on. What really caught his attention though was the subject of Wayland's issues in particular. The idea to bring some of his own command over as a temporary stop to looters and other criminals was a noble one, Edep nodding a bit in agreement. He would nod a bit again, sagely this time at his worries on what lay below the surface of the planet, which was a worry that was in many people's minds when it came to Wayland.

It seemed that the Admiral had stopped short his explanation, and his attention shifted. Following his eyes, which meant he had to turn around, he would catch Reyla Litre with his eyes as she approached. He had seen the Jedi Master around a few times but had never spoken to her. He would dip his head gently as she greeted the group, "A pleasure to finally meet you, Master Litre," he would say with a pleasant smile.

Not wanting to be rude, but keen on the conversation he was having with the human military man he would turn back to Gir. "I have to say, I think what you worry for is what we all worry for in regards to Wayland and the system as a whole. In my studies on the planet, I have to assume that the number of secrets that remain hidden away far outnumbers the number of things we have come across... A notion that makes me worry quite a bit about our settling of here. And the looters are another issue entirely, with all these vaults, they have plenty to come for, and keep coming back for. Halt always said that in regard to criminals; 'If there is easy coin to be made, it will be made by someone.'"

"To be fair, I would love to have a crack at some of those temples. What we as Jedi could learn in those depths, while dangerous, could be very informative on the matters of the Sith we don't have knowledge on. Bits of history, teachings, the works. And not to mention the old tech Emperor Palpatine never told anyone about. Would be quite the study in Archeology if left to the proper authorities."

He would chuckle a bit, sipping at his drink. "Now, getting some sort of screening force would be a good way to go, even if it were only a few small escort class vessels. Just something to deter the smaller groups of looters from coming. And in the event of a larger group or several smaller groups coming for the rush on these vaults... They would provide ample warning. If you would ever need a Jedi on hand for items of this nature. I would gladly offer myself for it." He would say with a gentle dip of his head. "If I'm not nose deep in Sith vaults myself that is," he would add with another chuckle.

 

[Gir Quee]

The admiral turned his attention back to Edep Kre and listened intently as he spoke. He wasn't entirely sure if he had ever met a bothan that wasn't somehow involved in politics, the military, or the intelligence services. And he was not entirely sure if that was indicative of matching true to the race's stereotypes, or simply the type of people he encountered as a career officer - the vast majority of people regardless of their race would easily fall into those three occupational fields. But that was why he had found the knight's conversation particularly refreshing - he hadn't so far detected any hints of the subtle power plays often would often color a bothan's conversation, and yet he could tell that Edep was particularly intelligent and thoughtful of the matters thus far. He offered a subdued smile.

"I will leave the archaelogy and Sith temples, artifacts, and what not to you. That is far beyond my specialty as much as it intrigues me sometimes. Though I would gladly lend you a Clodhopper Crawler or a digging droid if you have a need for such things. I suspect you're right - we're not likely to find all that's been hidden here, between the recent Sith Empire and the Emperor Palpatine of old. Perhaps that makes it more of a matter of making sure that others also have that luck. Perhaps some false vaults could be constructed, or ones that we've already emptied, and we could turn them into traps to lure the more easily deceived into? It sounds like possible Silver Intelligence Network or Jedi Shadow work, or perhaps that of one of the Jedi Watchkeepers, if one could found for this world. What do you think, Master Litre or Ura? Any solutions that either of you would propose?"

Ura Iolar | Reyla Litre

 

[Audren Sykes]

The tunnel apparently contained no further traps. He reached the culmination without further incident and began examining the simple door. The control panel was lit in muted tones and responded instantly to his touch, and as a result he completely missed the camera in a corner above the door. Unlike the tunnel, there was some light here. It was enough to make out details without being a blinding change from the darkness of the tunnel.

Calling it one room was technically correct, but it was a big one. Along the far edge of the room was a ramp that went up, curved at the room's soft corner, and continued up. There were four visible levels: the 'ground' floor then three 'floors' of balconies that took up one entire side of the room and continued onto another ramp - with the exception of the top-most. As far as he could tell each of the balconies had several doorways, all closed. It was possible that a few were just sections where the ground-level red glowrods didn't quite hit but at least a couple of them were too regularly-shaped. Three stone columns went from floor to ceiling and made an apparently equilateral triangle in the space. And threw all sorts of weird shadows around too.

The lenses in his eyes chose that moment to flicker and die. Even the activation blink sequence wouldn't reactivate them, so apparently there were still some bugs to figure out. Given the dim light it didn't take long for his eyes to adjust and he continued forward. Seven steps into the room the lights abruptly flared several times brighter before dimming again and a loud buzz sounded. The door had apparently slid shut behind him too at some point. Two words in an unknown language sounded immediately after the buzzer and immediately thereafter Audren's danger sense went wild.

The whir of repulsors and hiss of maneuvering jets was the only warning the Jedi had before four combat remotes swooped down from multiple directions. A dive to one side took him away from the bolts that splatted into the permacrete flooring, one that he turned into a roll to come back to his feet quickly. He didn't stop and turn to face the opponents either, since the blaster bolts kept following him as he moved. A minor telekinetic effort yanked one of the remotes into the firing path of another, destroying it and dazzling the sensors of the others. This allowed the Sephi to make a Force-assisted leap off the wall he'd been running at and head right back at the assailants. The spin led into a kick that launched one of the remotes into the wall, and his right hand nabbed another out of midair only to hurl it at the ground. Both smashed quite nicely upon contact with the solid surfaces.

The last one detected Audren's position once its sensors cleared. It didn't have true photoreceptors - or any creativity in its logic circuits - or it would have wondered why its target was just staring at it. Instead, it resumed shooting only to find that misaligned lenses and circuits produced critical failure and a split-second feedback loop that made the power pack detonate spectacularly.

That buzz sounded again as broken droid parts hit the floor. Again there were two words in an unknown language - one of which had also been said before, the other of which was new - but this time there was the sound of skittering from above.

Equipment: Comlink | Glowrod | Datapad | Pistol | Baton | Lightsaber | Clothing

Phalsi Drynchen | Travot Ravenna​

 

[Aleena Aryss]

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Location: Wayland​

Appearance: Aleena​

Objective: Mingle at the Benefit Gala​

Tag: Open​

It had only been a few months since Aleena passed through the Trials of Knighthood and was officially knighted. While she had seen much of the Galaxy during her time as a Padawan, she still felt like she lacked a great deal of experience. The only thing she felt truly comfortable with was her ability to Heal and take care of the environment. But the duties of a Jedi were so much more than that.​

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Today though, none of that mattered much. ​

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Hoping to find her place among fellow Jedi and allies, Aleena decided to travel to Wayland and attend the Gala, a social event where she hoped to be able to introduce herself a little. So with her typical white dress on and her hair in its usual wavy locks, she stepped into the facility that was converted specifically for this event.​

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Looking around, she spotted a dance floor nearby but there was no way she'd go there and draw any kind of attention to herself. Instead, she walked over to the side and decided to get herself something to drink.​

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Yeah, that's a good way to start things of.​

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[Travot Ravenna]

The clone of Jeng Droga staggered up from behind the wrecked console. His black hood slipped off in the process, revealing a pale face dotted by a few fresh bruises along with a shallow cut to his left cheek. His iris' turned a fiery gold color and Travot could feel anger and rage emanate out of the other man. The darksider abruptly cast off his ruined cloak to reveal an impressively muscular physique that was marred only by his recent wounds and drab apparel. Before Travot could fully size his opponent, the man barreled forward, knocking down the console's remains and wildly slashing at him. His saber intercepted the attack, but it jerked wildly in the process. He found himself getting pushed back once again as he attempted to backpedal to the side. His attacking power isn't any worse than it was before...even with one saber. It's as if the physical power is even more concentrated in each attack now...

A hacking attack sent a red saber dangerously close to the jedi's shoulder. Rather than start yet another attack, Jeng pressed his blade harder against the jedi's. The sizzle became louder and a quick glance showed that if that momentum kept up, Travot would find himself cutting himself with his own blade. He backpedaled more, but the sith kept right up with him, pushing the susevfian against a wall. The baleful yellow eyes bore into him.

"Your end is near."

I can't overpower him...He attempted to his twist blade, with some success, but the Sith kept pressing on it harder, cutting into the wall behind them in the process. Just a bit more...Travot let his blade slide down just a little further, letting his left wrist twist towards the other man a little bit more in the process. Good as we can get it. He mentally triggered the lanvorok. A trio of durasteel discs zipped off his left forearm and sliced into the other man's throat at nearly point-blank range. A stream of blood began to run out of a jagged line that crossed Jeng's throat. Travot wasn't sure if the wound was fatal, but regardless of it was, it was enough to break the darksider's concentration on using his saber. Travot quickly slid his saber down the length of the darksider's blade - he was unopposed in this - culminating in the tip of his saber slicing into the other's emitter and into the sith's hilt itself. Jeng half-howled in pain as Travot's saber continued forward into his flesh. Starting to reel back, the darksider bore his eyes into Travot's - yet the jedi paid him no heed. Instead, the susevfian followed up with a frontal kick that further knocked the other man backward.

"Surrender," said the knight, "you have no weapons and you need medical care."

A crooked smile answered him, "Is that so, young jedi? You must truly be a novice..."

Audren Sykes | Phalsi Drynchen