No Jedi Left Behind [Jedi/Sith and allies]

[Coren Starchaser]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N_RCMugFuAw&feature=youtu.be​

Credit where its due for this AWESOME crawl [member="Cassius Droma"]​

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Objecive: Rescue Jedi refugees
Location: On a train!
Gear: Lightsaber pike, cybernetics, armor stuff

This was the day. It had only been a galactic standard days since the declaration from Bastion. That of Emperor Darth Carnifex stating that all Jedi were now criminals of the Empire, the Anti Jedi Bill which included seizing property, destroying, and confiscating Jedi lore and relics, as well as hunting down the people who claimed themselves to being Jedi, and consequently, anyone helping those Jedi. And that was creating complications for the people that swore to protect the galaxy. Agents within the Silver Jedi Order and the Alliance in Exile who had infiltrated aspects of the Sith Empire, or were deployed as part of sleeper cells to listen in on the going-ons. And that was what found the current teams their mission.

The neutral world of Jabiim, a very… unpleasant world. Muddy, and wet, with constant rain and lightning storms. But most importantly? A place where anyone who was interested could jump into the task force and not risk running against the Sith Empire in their own turf. It wasn’t even a hit and run mission, no, this was an extraction mission. The ships that had ferried the teams here were coming from a number of different origins but were corvettes, and frigates, typical blockade runners that had the capability of withstanding the storms. The Alliance-in-Exile Star Cruiser Safe Haven was waiting in local system to jump in when it was time to evacuate, ready to stall Sith while the remainder of the of the ships evacuate.

And on top of that? Research has provided that there was a modified repulsortrain moving from a Sith influenced city out into the badlands. And that was where the move was going to be made. The mission was clear. The Jedi team was using a number of modified repulsor vessels and were going to be heading down to the train. They would board the train, stage-coach style, a trick Coren had learned in the Outer Rim Coalition and through being part of the Underground, load the Jedi refugees onto the repulsorcraft, and meet the various corvettes in low orbit. Get the ships aboard, and push to the edge of the gravity well. From there?

Well, they were going to worry about that when they came to it. For now, the team was moving forward, there were a few airspeeders based on the Republic’s V-Wing design, a few of the Alliance U-Wings, and a few smaller vessels, airspeeders and transport fighters, that were clearly hot-rodded civilians designs. The goal was to get to the train, break in, and pull the Jedi and relics out. Coren was leading a group from both the Shattered Jedi Order and the Jedi Praxeum, the latter part of that team was ordered to focus on retrieval and healing anyone who was injured. The reports were a bit strained with if the Sith were in pursuit of these newly branded outlaws or not.

Having the Shattered Jedi there was to assist with the Praxeum students, and in the case the worst should occur, the former New Jedi Order was to slow the Sith down. The Silver Jedi were sent similar instructions. After Ossus, Coren wanted any Jedi on his missions to be ready to hit and fade, and with this? It was a grab and run. Students were wanting to be involved, Jedi being outlawed? It hit home with a lot of the people he had come to call his own.

And that was why he was in the lead of the V-Wings. They were going to drop him off atop the hovertrain, and he’d signal the rest of the Jedi. To their posts. It wasn’t taking long before the atmosphere vehicles had moved away from the corvettes. Once in range, Coren stepped to the back of the main bay of the airspeeder. Once they were above the train, the Jedi Master hopped onto it, landing with a tumble before using the Alliance soldier boots he wore to right himself. With that, he ignited his lightsaber pike, that was the sign for the other speeders and fighters to touch down.

Location: Jabiim Border City

He knew that elsewhere, at the start of the train’s course, there were other Jedi supporters in safe houses. Not everyone was fancying running to the train. The city was what you’d expect from a swampy world, but operatives within the old Underground network, and the Alliance-in-Exile, and the recently seen Resistance were all helping shuttle people off the streets. With any teams that were heading that way, the fighters and speeders had to find the right places to land so that they wouldn’t be locked down by Sith patrols and enforcement. The Jedi knew how to find one another, in situations like this? It wasn’t going to be that many people were hiding from one another.

The Alliance in Exile had sent a few Special Forces teams ahead of this mission, to various worlds, hoping that some target was going to be right, and maps were given to the teams that were heading planet side. Safe houses were not marked, but the neighborhoods were, just in case the data fell into the wrong hands. Extracting the Jedi supporters was also going to pull any Underground cells off Jabiim with them, making sure no one was left behind.

The Sith would be making their appearance, but they weren’t the primary concern, avoiding them was. But the Jedi here all knew the risks. Putting a few who could help as a wall to get the
rest of them out.

OOC::
There is one primary objective here: Rescue Jedi Supporters that are on the run from the Sith. Either by pulling them from the train and dealing the security, getting them to trust you, and weather hazards, OR working in the city, dealing with even more increased security, locating the fleeing supporters, and possibly the first location for the Sith to arrive. While the focus is to rescue NPCs and assist any captured Jedi that will be fleeing the Sith at the same time.

Also, as there are corvettes and frigates serving as escorts for the MC42 Safe Haven, there will be support if the Sith come to intercept us at Jabiim. But the primary focus is to slow Sith down, get the Jedi to the ships, and get to the safety of hyperspace.

Also, have fun

 

[Jakkor Kess]

Location: Jabiim Prison Spire
Gear: None
Objective: Despair

Jakkor Kess, a man who should have been dead centuries ago. A man lost in time was locked up deep within the Sith-Imperial Complex. He was suspended within the stasis field that entrapped him, a Sith mask on his face that had once carried the mask of a proud Tusken Warrior. He didn't know how long he had been within the stasis field, when he had the mask on his face, or how much time had passed between entering the cell and the Rebellion he was apart of.

Did the man even care at all, perhaps not? He had betrayed every part of his code, everything he ever knew was gone as soon as he comitted extreme rebel acts, he was a Jedi who took part in a Rebellion. The Sith, enemies he had known long ago were a threat that should not have returned Omega made him believe that the Sith were extinct, that it was the end of them but he knew it was wrong. When he heard of the Sith Emperor, and his Empire the memories of the Jedi Purge, of Kana, of Vader had haunted him. If anything perhaps this Empire was no less bad than that of the one that came following the fall of the Republic.

He blew up an entire spaceport, the civilian casualties not mattering to him, and at that moment he betrayed his code, his beliefs. Everything that he had been taught as a Jedi. None of it mattered. Yet he dare not let the galaxy become consumed once more under the yoke of the Sith. But he knew that the only way he would get out is by surrendering. He was treated fairly at first until he was transported to Jabiim. Another memory that haunted him from the past... One of the worst battles in the Clone Wars. Spending time there with his best friend Kana... Meeting Anakin Skywalker and the other Padawans there, before leaving after 13 days, not long before that month was out everyone save Skywalker and Kenobi were wiped out.

Now here he was tortured constantly by the Sith mask, the treatment only got worse, the Sith saw him perhaps as a trophy to deliver to the Emperor, but as always they would seek to break the Ancient Jedi first, his mind. Constantly haunted by his actions, by his past. He perhaps the Last Jedi of the Old Republic sought nothing more than to finally die. To become one with the Force to join her...

Was there no end to his suffering in this living hell of a galaxy?

 

[Cathul Thuku]

Objective: Medvac
Location: Mon Calamari -> Jabiim
Allies: Jedi [member="Coren Starchaser"] [member="Jakkor Kess"]
Enemies: Sith

Therapy Command couldn't simply loiter around while there were Jedi to exfil. While, of course, she knew that Jabiim was a less than hospitable world, she also knew that small units were better than larger forces for that sort of operation. Also, it was covering the Jedi's retreat, alongside the Safe Haven. In addition, the unit made it out mostly unscathed from the last medvac operation on Dac since 1) the evacuees were returned once their condition has stabilized and 2) the Sith would feel like chasing down Therapy Command would take away some units that would be better used for other ends. But would she be this lucky this time around? Yes, it was good to those doing the actual exfil to have a medical safety net should any of them get injured, or any of the Jedi gets injured, just that she hoped there would be reinforcements available on time to cover their retreat if it went awry. And yet, she had to steel herself against the other possibility, which was more like Skor, in which case the enemy will focus on her in battle rather than focus on fighting the remaining allies present (as was the case on Kuat and Fondor to a lesser extent). In fact, the Sith's main weaknesses are twofold, as the Alliance-in-Exile, and even more so their Silver Jedi allies, knew them: tunnel vision and fragile morale, with the latter making them vulnerable in protracted engagements. So, if it came to battle, for Cathul, it would be mostly about holding the line and, while holding the line, inflict enough casualties to cause them to pull back. As they are about to revert at the edge of the system...

"Admiral, our intel reports that there are Jedi on a train for an exfil point on Jabiim, but we have no reliable intel on the opposition the exfil team will face. I'd rather have some escorts for any medvac run since Sith will not necessarily refrain from attacking medvac" Tanith reported.

"Watch out for enemy interdictors and hyperspace trackers; keep some medvac shuttles on standby for injured Jedi or exfil units. The main fleet will stay out of the planet's direct orbit for the time being"

Spoiler: Therapy Command

Capital ships:

ANS Cinquedea (Jambiya-class pocket carrier)
ANS Manpha (Manpha-class artillery corvette)
S-4 (Spirit-class picket corvette)
S-5 (Spirit-class picket corvette)

Embarked craft:

24 Chiloon-IV fighters (standard configuration)
16 U-Wings (transport configuration)

 

[WolfMortum]

Objective: Rescue Jedi personnel​

Location: Outskirts of Jabiim City.​

Allies: The Alliance-in-Exile & The Shattered Jedi Order.​

Opposition: [member="Romi Jade"], The Sith Empire & Agents of the Dark Side of the Force.​

Special Inventory: Heavy Battle Attire, Promissium Annulos, Lightsabers.​

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Alongside The Alliance-in-Exile Star Cruiser Safe Haven, was one of the Raider Class Assault Cruisers that had been dedicated to the Jedi Academy Network, and subsequently any Jedi Organization connected to said network, such as the Silver Jedi Order or the Jedi Praxeum. An avenue of transport from the far reaches of the Galaxy, some of the Jedi that would be fighting today may well have likely flown the majority of the trip aboard this vessel before departing and seeking entrance to Jabiim on something far more subtle. In Veiere's case, he had ventured down to the planet's surface via the Pheonix, and had sent Adelle Ciryal to return her to the safety of the Cruisers hangar while he intended on an eventual escape alongside those they were able to rescue.

Veiere's loose Jedi robe caught in the wind as he strode for the City limits, the garb exposing the man's armor to the open air as he wasted little time in his would-be rendezvous with those who had also volunteered to take part in the daring rescue. Perhaps it would be an unexpected sight for some, for any that might know of him, they could thank or blame Coren Starchaser for Veiere's return to the Jedi Path; he had not yet been talked into dedicating himself to any one Organization and nor would he be likely to. With the state of the Galaxy, and with his past history forever in the back of his mind, he would seek to bring whatever good he could find, rather than focusing on one specific group and forsaking the rest.

The Alliance-in-Exile, the Shattered Jedi Order...-Veiere didn't understand much of the history or meaning behind the names, yet Coren had spoken of working for all Jedi of the Galaxy and that, coupled with the possibility of redemption, was enough to convince the King of Commenor in a cause worth fighting for. Already the Sith Empire had forced him to have to choose sides, no longer able to maintain a stance of neutrality, they had enslaved his people and overrun his home-world. It had taken a fierce rebel uprising to remove the Sith from Commenor, and even then, that was during a time in which the bulk of the Sith had mostly evacuated already...With a Galaxy at war within itself, and the Sith Empire doing it's best to fuel the flames of descent, Veiere would have had to question his moral compass were he to turn his back on the Jedi. No matter his fears of persecution and rejection for his past sins.

Alone and maintaining Comm-Silence until they were all given the signal to commence, Veiere worked his way into the outer district, that which looked almost industrial by design, unless he were mistaken. Jabiim wasn't a planet that he had held the pleasure of visiting before, and after what he expected to be a violent affair, he wouldn't likely return for some time.

[member="Coren Starchaser"] | [member="Jakkor Kess"] | [member="Darth Carnifex"] | [member="Cathul Thuku"]​

 

[Darth Thuyrn]

The rain came down relentlessly.

Thuyrn tugged at the hem of his hood, pulling it further over his face to shield himself for the torrential downpour. The two Massassi at his flanks didn't seem to be bothered by the rain, though the slaver doubted if they could articulate how they felt about the liquid sloshing off their dark crimson skin.

Fortunately, Thuyrn wouldn't be here for long. The Emperor had graced his servant with a new edict, the slaves and Jedi sympathizers were to be relocated from Jabiim to a system controlled directly by the Empire. To facilitate their movement, the Emperor had convinced the local authorities of Jabiim to build a large railcrawler across the vast wasteland of mud and rock to transport the Empire's cargo to a secure landing zone to be moved onto space-faring transports.

It was when the train was halfway out from the city that they appeared, moving out of the sheets of rain like phantoms to assail the train. Already outfitted with magnetic boots, Lord Thuyrn leaped up onto the top of the rail car he was occupying to engage these trespassers. In his right hand, he held a coiled lightwhip, and in his left hand, he held a large kite shield layered with cortosis. The two Massassi clambered up the side to join him, their alchemized claws digging easily into the durasteel armor of the train for purchase.

In silence he advanced on the outlaws, intent on surprising them as the harsh rain masked his approach.

[member="Coren Starchaser"]​

 

[Cassus Stoma]

Time. Time changes everything. It sculpts an individual, and then it forces them into a transformation. Jace certainly understood that. He could only blankly stare towards the grey, rattling ceiling, bathed in artificial light, and merely reflect his own progression. He could recall his starry eyed and hopeful attitude during his departure from Atzerri and integration into the Jedi Praxeum. He desired nothing more than the capacity to create change, no matter how big or small. Now, however, Jace had come to accept the harshness of reality as it were entirely unforgiving, since becoming jaded and cynical. Hardly the traits of an ideal Jedi. It were not without blame, though. His Master, Romi Jade, had betrayed the Light and descended down their own path, but it could not always be helped. He sympathised, and felt sorrow. Jade had been responsible for training both Khel and Quvox as Padawans, and the Ubese's demise impacted the former greatly. Jace was alone, and tired of inaction. He retained his stubborn ambition, but it concluded with his imprisonment.

It'd been months since his capture, and the constant transportation had been draining let alone the vile acts cast upon him. He had grown weak, ragged, and his unkempt beard and hair reflected it. Jace struggled to resist the temptations of anger and frustration, and similarly to a volcano on the verge, he was ready to erupt. The Jedi remained behind these bars, confined to a cage, and adorned in an orange jumpsuit as well as several restraints. He could not move freely as he lay against the metallic surface, fighting an internal turmoil.

Yet, his momentary silence and concentration had become abruptly interrupted as an awfully familiar presence had alerted the Jedi and caused a particular feeling of uneasiness.

[member="Tsisaar Taral"]

 

[Tiland Kortun]

Objective- Rob a train
Location- I'm on a boat train!
Allies: [member="Coren Starchaser"]
Opponents- [member="Darth Thuyrn"]

Starchaser was the first to disembark and board the train. Yet as his lightsaber pike ignited the darkness, the rest of the strike force swooped in on the rapid train. Tiland stood on a boarding ramp, arm wrapped around its strut, with nothing more than a larger than usual supply of medicinal herbs, two pre-prepared thermoses of tea, and his trusty wooden staff in his other hand. Wind and rain whipped around his face, sending his beard and hair snapping in the soaking wind as the transport dropped towards the surface of the train.

They spread out along the length of the train, steering clear of anti-air defenses and keeping an eye out for guards. They would be hard to detect. Tying his boots to his pack, Tiland jumped lightly from the ramp and landed with a quick roll along the roof of the train, just behind Coren. He paused, adjusting to the speed before standing and setting his staff on the surface of the train.

His bare feet shivered at the feel of cold steel beneath him, but this he let drift into the Force, and become nothingness to him. With a few breaths, his heartbeat increased enough to compensate for the chill and he was walking behind Coren.

"I have trouble sensing them here," his voice was low, but its rich depth cut through the howling wind and rain that pelted his face. Resting the staff against his shoulder, he tied his hair back into a sodden bun. "They have something interfering with the Force within the cars. Be wary."

Another of the speeders pulled in behind them and Tiland turned, catching a parcel of extra medical supplies and magnetized it to the roof the car. "This should be enough for the passengers. Ready to advance when you are, Master Starchaser. May the Force guide us all."

 

[Shade of Decay]

When Tsisaar had come to Jabiim in search of materials for his newest projects, he hadn't expected to be spontaneously assigned to guard duty. Still, as a dutiful—and smart—Sith, he followed the demands that were placed upon him. Walking up and down a few of the cars, checking on the Jedi prisoners they held. It was rather boring, and he didn't much like trains. Still, he did as he was told. It would be unwise to defy the Emperor's chosen servant on something such as this.

Of course, he hadn't expected how fortuitous the assignment would be for him. Truly, the Force works in mysterious ways, he thought to himself, his eyes locking onto one being in the car. One of the Jedi prisoners; the man couldn't quite turn to face Tsisaar, restrained as he was, though Tsisaar could recognize the man's Force signature anywhere. The mouth beneath his facial tendrils took on a predatory grin; this trip might prove to be enjoyable after all.

He sauntered relaxedly up to where [member="Jace Khel"] was restrained, laying a clawed hand on the man's shoulder. "My, my, how the mighty have fallen," he taunted, removing a small, pen-sized device from within his robes. By now, he was sure that Jace would recognize him, for, despite the more degenerated state of the body, the voice remained the same. "A pity that you should be stuck here, Padawan Khel; I was looking forward to continuing our little duels." He placed one end of the device against some uncovered skin near Jace's neck; with a small buzzing sound, it drilled down into the man's body and withdrew a small section of his skin.

Promptly followed by searing pain as the new, albeit small wound was sterilized and cauterized shut, the sample having been suctioned deep within the device and sealed in a small vial. "Still, I suppose that if you can't provide me with entertainment, you can still prove useful in other ways," the Sith muttered, placing the device back within his robes. Then he stepped around to where Jace could see him.

"So, what has happened to you since last we met? I would love to know."

 

[Cotan Sar'andor]

Objective: Train Robbery
Location: Take a guess.
Main Ally: [member="Coren Starchaser"]
Main Enemy: [member="Darth Thuyrn"]

Cotan had followed up right behind Coren, landing shortly after the man. His jacket was unfortunately lost on Ossus a short while before, although he still had his blasters and his lightsaber. All Sith beware, he thought to himself, trying not to chuckle. Most of the others might think he was crazy if he started laughing at the thought of fighting Sith. He quickly made his way up beside Coren, stepping around Tiland. "Wonderful weather for this," he said cheerily, while making sure not to slip on the wet roof of the train.

He looked out at the others who were dropping on as well, before glancing back at Coren. "You know, the last time I was on a train, it was to stop people from robbing it," he said, lightly tapping the roof with his foot. Not enough to alert the people within it that anybody was there; rather, no more so than the fact that they'd just heard multiple bodies slamming down atop it. He cast his senses out; much as Tiland had just said, he could tell there was something odd going on with the prisoners within the train cars, to try and cut them off from the Force.

As he cast his sense further out, though, he noticed something much more interesting. A fairly strong presence, and very dark—though one he didn't recognize. "Well, Coren, it looks like they did bring out somebody fun for us after all," he said with a grin. "What do you say we try and find them, and make a distraction, so that these other fine fellows can get our friends out of here?"

 

[Cambria Zadira]

Objective: The Starchaser Gang strikes again.
Location: De train, de train!
Allies in vicinity: [member="Coren Starchaser"] [member="Cotan Sar'andor"]
Enemy in vicinity: [member="Darth Thuyrn"]
Gear in bio

Spoiler

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gVKEM4K8J8A

Cambria took a deep breath and centered herself in the Force so she could focus on the task at hand as her airspeeder pulled up to the train. The Rutian Twi'lek lifted the weighted parcel she had, swung it back, then released it with a forward push of the Force to guide the extra medical supplies into the hands of the awaiting Anzati Jedi atop of the moving railcrawler. She followed suit somersaulting down onto the metal car landing lithely upon her booted feet as a dancer might.

The steady rain falling coupled with the speed of the train made minor stinging bites on Cambria's exposed blue-hued face, but the Guardian pushed away any discomfort felt as there were worst things to worry about. Luckily the hood on her poncho worn over the armored bodysuit was still in place keeping the shapely Jedi relatively dry... at least for now.

Cambria moved forward on the rain-slicked metal carefully to join up with [member="Tiland Kortun"]. There was a bright flash of lightning above illuminating Coren and Cotan a bit farther ahead of them on the car in the stormy weather common to Jabiim. There was a loud clap of thunder to follow that reverberated around them sending a chill down the Jedi Knight's spine... or was that something else she sensed.

"We will need it this day I fear, Master Kortun, if only to keep us all from dying of pneumonia," Cam chimed in lightheartedly, though seriously she was beginning to get a bad feeling about this whole rescue thing.

 

[Zak Dymo]

Location: The Train
Gear: Sasori Robes | Bracers | Amphistaff | Lightsaber | Hold Out Blaster | Multitool
Tags: [member="Théodred Heavenshield"] | [member="Coren Starchaser"] | [member="Cambria Zadira"] | [member="Cotan Sar'andor"] | [member="Tiland Kortun"]
Engaging: Open for dance partners

"I look like a total geek in this outfit."

The dagger-like shape of the Sith courier slid through the clouds. The security codes that had been loaded into the main computer during the era of the One Sith were apparently still valid in part, as the Equinox swooped into position overhead of the fast-moving train that was barreling down the railway.

As the Sith vessel slid into position over the top of the train, the aft loading ramp lowered to reveal where a young Pantoran was easing his way out over the proverbial diving board. The blue-skinned youngling was fidgeting with the fit of the Jedi tunic that he wore. He looked just like any number of Jedi Younglings on Kashyyyk... but for the Yuuzhan Vong biot that was coiled around his frame.

The orange-accented R5 astromech was at the controls. The Equinox was a little less conspicuous in this part of space than the Tarly. Plus, Boo still had a couple of security identification codes from the Sith and the Hutts that were getting to be dated... but were apparently still good enough.

Already, the purple-haired Sithspawn could see Corey, that old tea hermit, some nerf herder, and a blue Twi'lek making the move on the train.

They were going to be late if they didn't get a move on.

Tossing his head back, the boy called out into the interior of the ship as he announced, "Last one there's a rotten egg!"

With that, the child turned and neatly backflipped off the loading ramp. Contorting through the air, the youth controlled his body in the descent with a subtle manipulation of the Force -- the art of motion -- except that what radiated from out of the small form was the Dark Side of the Force.

Neatly, the Pantoran made the landing with a smooth roll back into a three-point crouch.

For a moment, the boy's aura was like that of the monstrosity known as the terentatek. Then the moment had passed, as the boy looked around to get his bearings. And see where Théo had popped off to. As the spectre of the Dark Side subsided, the boy noted, "I'm down for this father-son bonding thing and all..."

"...but don't most people just play a video game or watch a holo-vid or something?"

 

[Riley Reese]

Location: Train
Allies: Jedi and allies.
Enemies: Sith Empire and allies.


Riley stood on the edge of the loading ramp, as the wind and rain danced around her. Below her was the fast moving train carrying those they intended to rescue. A rescue that sounded straight forward, at least on paper. Though nothing ever seemed straight forward with the jobs Riley took, this one especially.

Letting out a slow breath, she stepped off the loading ramp and let gravity take hold. The sensation of free falling swept through her body as she descended towards the train. A sensation that was short lived as she landed on the train. Her cybernetic and prosthetic limbs dampened the fall, allowing her to land quite gracefully. Upon landing, her magnetic boots kicked in, keeping her from being swept over the side from the wind.

Riley straightened up and brought her WESTAR blaster carbine to the ready. She was prepared for a fight, even if that's what they were trying to avoid. When the Sith were involved, however, you needed to be prepared for anything.

[member="Coren Starchaser"]

 

[H3xle]

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Objecive: Aid the Evacuation
Location: Jabiim City
Gear: Lightsaber, blaster pistol


"Quiet now..." Jonn said in what amounted to a stage whisper as he led a small group through an alley in one of the slums of Jabiim city. "Coming up on the boulevard. We'll have to cross it to get to the safe house."

He'd been on the ground here for a few weeks, travelling undercover to the border planet on a rumor of Jedi being held prisoner. The day before his dead drop gave him new orders, however, and now he was ferrying people into hiding. The Sith Empire was cracking down on the Jedi and anyone who was aligned with the Light side. This part of moving people across the city was one of the more dangerous, as Sith sympathizers were known to watch the large avenue that cut through this part of the city.

"We'll need to cross as inconspicuously as possible. Small groups only, give some time between them." Jonn pointed down a cross alley that led to a street that is parallel to the alley he'd been taking the group through. "Make a left at the end of this alley, cross the boulevard just like you normally would to get to the vids or a restaurant over there. Smile, chat, don't look around nervously. Rubber necking draws attention. Focus on the traffic and each other. Once across, you will find Hathron Park, with a statue of an old man feeding an akk dog. I will find you there."

He looked each of his group in the eye, pushing his positivity towards them with small currents of the force. He smiled softly, then nodded.

"Get moving. I'll be watching."

Jonn waited as the group split up into smaller units, then moved towards the end of the alley he'd indicated. They looked scared as they moved, but they started to hide it as they chatted among themselves. Jonn watched a moment longer, then made his way up to the roof of the closed out convenience store that dominated this corner. He moved slowly, careful to not skyline himself as he set up on the forward edge of the roof to peer across the boulevard.

 

[Abigail Meredydd]

Location: On transport
Tag: [member="Coren Starchaser"] | [member="Tiland Kortun"] | [member="Cotan Sar'andor"] | [member="Cambria Zadira"] | [member="Boo Heavenshield"] | [member="Riley Reese"] | @others


"Miss, is all of that really... necessary? With all respect, but I thought most of you preferred wearing more... simple outfits."

Abigail glanced over to the man momentarily without stopping her training exercises. They were necessary, as by doing so Abigail could check whether her armour was put on correctly and no movements had been restricted too much.

"A blaster bolt to the face will probably still kill me, you know. I can lift rocks," she chuckled," but I'm not invincible."

"You are right though, many Jedi prefer robes, as they give the maximum freedom of movement, but seeing how I've been a soldier almost all my life, I've grown used to the restrictions of some armour sets, and to their advantages."

"I didn't mean anything with it, miss. Was just curious is all. No harm intended."

"None taken", Abigail said cheerfully as she put her custom helmet on. Many hated helmets, especially closed ones, as they usually impaired vision. The Mandolorians had found a way to combat this with 360 vision, and Abby had found a way to combat this with Force vision. All viable options. It also helped that under the helmet, where none could see her face or her hair, that she could drop another illusion, sparing her a bit more strength. And strength was something she was going to need today.

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Location: Choo Chooooooo!


As Abigail set foot on top of the train, it took her a split second to get her boots to stabilise her stance. Luckily however, she quickly did find her balance, as it would've been a rather ungracious end to fall of the train. More Jedi had already made their way on top of the train, and so had a Sith, it seemed. The wish to help them rose in Abigail's heart, but the main goal of the mission kept her from doing so. There were already more than enough Jedi ready to engage the Sith she saw, and there were bound to be others as well. But in the end, the rescue was what mattered. Because of this, Abigail slowly moved further, but made sure not to go towards [member="Darth Thuyrn"] . Instead, she would try to find a way inside of the train without the Sith being able to intervene or reach her.

She wasn't here to duel today: she was here to save lives. But she did understand that sometimes the latter couldn't be achieved without the first.

 

[Cassius Droma]

Objective: Rescue Jedi
Location: Jabiim Border City
Allies: Jedi
Enemies: Sith
Near: [member="Veiere Arenais"] | [member="Jonn Taver"]

The mud squelched under heavy boots as they trudged their way through the muck. Cassius Droma was thankful that he’d elected to not wear his new footwear for this mission. The rain pitter-pattered down on his rain slick, but even still, the young Jedi felt like he was soaked. What an absolutely dreadful place. For a brief moment, he wondered if the surviving Jedi could have picked a better world to escape to, but admonished himself for it. Where they ended up was where they ended up.

He was here with four other pilots, and they’d been given the assignment of extracting a small group of Jedi that had been on the run since the Sith rolled into the system where their enclave had been housed. They had spent their last credits coming to Jabiim when they heard that a task force of Jedi were coming to the muddy world to stage a rescue operation.

They were almost there – just a little further. A small house near the outskirts was where the Jedi had shacked up for the time being. Nearby, Cassius and his team had parked their vessels – a U-wing transport, flanked by four A-wings. If they moved quickly, they were likely to get to their ships and move before anyone even knew what they were doing.

Finally, they reached the house, and Cassius rapped on the metal door in a certain pattern. After a moment, the door slid open, and the five pilots clambered inside. Cassius removed his hood and sighed – his hair still got a little wet. Not the worst shape he’d ever been in.

“Are you the pilots?” an older man, one in his fifties or sixties, asked.

“Yes,” Cassius nodded, looking around the room. In addition to four adults, there were around fifteen to twenty children with them. A hushed silence fell over the team of pilots. No one had told them they were going to be ferrying mostly children. “You all ready to go?”

“It’s not far, is it?” one of the women asked, a Togruta.

“No, not that far… but we’ll need to move if we want to get everyone out of here safely.”

 

[Cassus Stoma]

There it was. He couldn't quite pinpoint it exactly due to these current circumstances, but he couldn't mistake that tendril-tongue Khil for nothing once it spoke. Tsisaar Taral. The Jedi and Sith had fought on several occasions, and Jace could accurately admit to losing far more than he ever won. He was, after all, only a Padawan during their duels. However, time has changed. Taral had previously been intent on reeling out the anger that dwelled within Khel, and now it'd seem far easier than ever before. Jace held this particular Sith in nothing but loathsome contempt. Hate, even. But he could never confess these troublesome emotions, truly. Though the Jedi remained understanding, and allowed this exception within himself.

He gritted his teeth, and tensed his form as the Sith manoeuvred behind the Jedi-- able to do anything that he so desires. He hadn't quite expected the nip in the neck, but it seared his flesh and Jace twitched with a hiss. He remained still as if he could do nothing else, for it were entirely true. He listened, and he waited. "It's Knight." Jace commented, bringing forth his promotion. "Knight Khel."

[member="Tsisaar Taral"]

 

[Corey's OOC]

The Jedi… There was a bounty on them, and Shan had an intention to make some money off of it. Her ship, one she wasn’t so proud of but was a patrol and enforcement ship, with a few cells, had landed at the starport in Jabiim. She knew that the Jedi had been reported coming this way, and as a result? She was going to find them.

Operating outside of Sith territory wasn’t anything new to her. The Dark Jedi, fallen from the New Jedi Order, knew her way around the galaxy. She was trained in hunting down the Sith wherever they were, and failing that? She found any enemy of the old Alliance. Now? Well, now she was using her capabilities to make herself some credits. The blonde was stepping from the starport, ahead of any Sith fleet, and walking down the street.

Black leather armor, and two lightsaber hilts on either hip. Her blue eyes scanning, squinting as she reached out in the Force. She didn’t know quite where to look, but she figured if she caused enough of a problem, she would find the attention of the do-gooder Jedi. Now… where to start the problem.

She was whistling a little tune as she paced, hunted.

 

[Shade of Decay]

Tsisaar's emotionless eyes gazed at Jace as the man grunted out a response. A moment of silence passed, before something else happened. A spark in Tsisaar's eyes, a small jolt of reaction in the Force, to match Jace's defiant tone. Then the Sith started to laugh, chuckling barely out of sinc with the rumbling of the train. "Knight Khel," he repeated, the word taking on an even more mocking tone than before.

"I can sense your anger, Khel, your hatred," Tsisaar mused. He stepped forward, laying his hand on Jace's forehead. "I know you remember Coruscant, when I drove you into the Dark Side. My, but you were strong, then." Tsisaar's hand tightened, grasping the Jedi's head, turning it around. Observing the unwashed hair, the unkempt beard; and, more importantly, the gauntness of the man's cheeks. The emaciation that was setting in. "Not so much now, though, are you?" The hand fell away, letting Jace's head fall back into its normal place.

"Surely you remember it too. The power you held, the freedom you felt." Tsisaar locked eyes with Jace again, holding the look intently. Predatorily. "A shame you had to be on this train, though. Even if I put in a good word for you at your transfer, I doubt they'd bother trying to make you see the truth of things. You'll likely just be worked to death, if you're lucky." He put in a theatrical sigh, leaning back against a wall. "How pitiful."

He reached within his robe, tinkering with something for a moment. "So, Knight Khel," he began after a moment. "Did you claim that title before you were captured, or did you figure calling yourself something more than an apprentice would make the imprisonment more bearable?"

[member="Jace Khel"]

 

[Cathul Thuku]

Objective: Medvac
Location: Edge of the Jabiim system
Allies: Jedi [member="Cassius Droma"] [member="Coren Starchaser"] [member="Jonn Taver"] [member="Veiere Arenais"]
Enemies: Sith

"We must time medvac right to be of any use: it will be a while until medvac can get to the exfil team if it comes to that"

"Now, medvac, now! Have a few fighters escort the medvac unit, but weapons hold"

Weapons hold meant that the fighters could fire back only when they, or the medvac shuttles, were attacked. To protect the medvac units, they were loaded with concussion missiles, while the medvac shuttles were departing the hangar bay alongside their escorts. Sure, as anybody knew in the medvac business, one needed to be fast to ensure the survival of whoever one wanted to save, and that meant they needed to have the speed of a RRF, but they had a different mission profile. And yet, she knew how Shadows operated and time was of the essence to save the Jedi trapped in the train. With a jump from the edge of the system to low orbit of Jabiim proper, it was not instant at lightspeed to do so and they needed to move as unconspicuously as possible once in orbit over Jabiim; it was, however, easier said than done. Don't panic, it's still in the early stages, and hopefully there will be only limited need for medical attention: the real battle will take place much later, and we know reinforcements are on standby from multiple directions, Cathul thought, as the medvac shuttle was making its descent towards atmosphere.

Spoiler: Therapy Command

Capital ships:

ANS Cinquedea (Jambiya-class pocket carrier)
ANS Manpha (Manpha-class artillery corvette)
S-4 (Spirit-class picket corvette)
S-5 (Spirit-class picket corvette)

Embarked craft:

24 Chiloon-IV fighters (standard configuration)
16 U-Wings (transport configuration)

 

[Cassus Stoma]

If anything, Jace had felt exhaustion. He had become weary, drained, and otherwise unwilling throughout his many ventures back and forth throughout Sith Space. They attempted to break him, and he had finally begun to crack. He had felt the hate he resented and rejected, and his anger had only become amplified through his attempt to reigning it in. Tsisaar, if nothing else, proved excellent at being rather provocative. Through each sound that flicked off of his tongue, and every fluid movement, Jace loathed it all. He could on resist for so much longer. He was far from the Jedi he yearned to be, or so it certainly seemed.

He resisted as much as he could against Tsisaar's gripping palm, but it were futile. He had closed his eyes in an attempt to remain passive, to calm, to fall into some mediative trance despite the outside factors. But, it was pointless. His openly worn tense and angered expression had been evident of the turmoil within. Jace spoke through a clenched jaw, saying, "Before." as awfully angry as Tsis could expect. And, despite the circumstances, he remained as stubborn and proud as ever.

[member="Tsisaar Taral"]