Not All Twins Get Along [GR Dominion of Rhommamool/Osarian]

[Mantic Dorn]

Objective: A
Location: Redhaven/Mantics mind
Allies: [member="Alyona Volkovna"] [member="Corvus Raaf"]
Enemies: Sith spirits
Post 6/20

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Mantic cried as one of the snakes bit deep into his throat slashing and gorging on his flesh and blood. This was it... he began to fall yet again, had it not been for the bright light. The heat was deadly for the dark demons but oh so comforting for Mantic. Slowly his mind returned and he regained control over his movements. the flames all around him and the grand master of the jedi order did them no harm. Instead it purged the place of shadows and blackness. They both started to shine, giving light and warmth to every dark corner of the padawans mind.

In their virtual forms Mantic smiled at her, a grateful expression on his features.Above them, a round small dot started to let in the sun. It slowly grew wider as the last of the snakes whithered away into piles of crystal dust.

The ascension to the land of the living was wide open and as they both were about to leave this dreadful place Mantic suddenly shivered. From the last pyres of smoke there was movement. Through the ashes and through the smoke a vision of another place appeared.
A black face, with gleaming evil eyes stared forth. It spoke to men beneath him.

"You have failed. the jedi is alive despite that I penetraded his feeble mind. And even worse - he has been reinforced by stronger ones. I must awaken the demon. Bring me the blood!" '

The vision held haze, then it zoomed out portraying an image of an old abandoned structure resembling a warehouse in the lower districts near the river. A terrible roar shook the house, the river and the vision. It blurred and dissapeared down into the dark bottomless well.

Then they both awoke! Mantic breathed in with frenecy and pushed himself to a sitting position, panting for air.
the emergency medics tried to make him lean down again but he stubbornly pushed their arms away while he in between breaths tried to speak.

"the gangs... *pant* the gangs are fed by a cultist... *pant* ... I know the warehouse... *pant* I was... *pant* I was there...."

[member="Corvus Raaf"] [member="Alyona Volkovna"]

 

[Werdla Dardalab]

Location: Square of Hopeful Redemption - Rhommamool
Objective: C
Allies: Combined Forces of Rhommamool and The Galactic Republic, [member="Strider Garon"]
Enemies: N/A
Post Count: 1/20

For once, La was not operating with Buruk Squad. Instead, while letting her squadmates have their well earned time off, she'd swapped in for one of the usual Ori'ramikade to accompany the Hound into Republic space to pay back a debt. Or in theory to strengthen the tenuous alliance between the Mandalorians and the Republic.

Which still made the Mando a bit snarly since quite frankly she didn't think much of the average Republic citizen. Just standing about waiting to get slaughtered. Possibly doing a vote about how they'd like to die. And maybe what they should be wearing while it happened. And then they had the gall to go about with their nsoes in the air addressing Mandalorians as if they were savages just because they knew how to look after themselves. How many Republicans actually knew the Mandalorian code, or what mattered to them?

In short, she just didn't much like them. But they had helped the Mandalorians recently, and debts had to be repaid. Besides, the Hound had good relations with the apparently. So she stayed by his side, helmet firmly in place so she didn't scare any of the civvies into wetting themselves and ruining their fancy pants with her scowl.

Spoiler

Ermagawd, you're so mean! It's IC my lovelies, feel free to try and change her mind ;p

 

[Moira Skaldi]

(1/20)
Location: Rhommamool orbit
Allies: Republic, totally!
Enemies: None, except opponents of universal healthcare, freedom and prosperity.
Objective: Err...probably D


Nalia Alderana found herself experiencing a peculiar sense of existentialist displacement when she looked upon the planetoid of Rhommamool from the bridge of an Archangel corvette. She was quite certain that her memory was fully intact and had not been tampered with....yet she was quite certain that many years ago a certain Whiphid Dark Lord had vaporised the twin planets in a display of space magic after raiding the Sith Archives.


That had been a very amusing episode. Likewise she recalled giving Alcori, who stepped in as Lady Protector, a briefing about this. Pondering this discrepancy, she concluded that her memory core must have been damaged in one of the many fights she had gotten in. Presumably the planets had been badly wrecked, but not utterly vaporised, which seemed more plausible anyway. Existentialist crisis overcome, she could turn her now wholly logical mind towards more pressing issues.


Rhommamool was underutilised, underdeveloped and inhabited by poor people who would benefit from the progress that capitalism could bring them. Their government had also not implemented free and universal healthcare yet. So it was only fitting that Archangel did its part to uplift this planet, spread peace and amity, which would be conducive to commerce. Hence why the corporation had, after some long but not particularly interesting negotiation sessions, acquired mining rights, for the vast mineral potential of the planet needed to be exploited. Likewise, since it was planning to create a medical subsidiary, it would construct a hospital to help the deserving poor of this planet.


This was the official plan. Unofficially, there was another matter that intrigued Nalia far more: Ages ago, during the Yuuzhan Vong War, a battle had been fought upon Osarian between Vong-backed terrorists and the Iron Knights, a cult of force-sensitive droids. By now it had been forgotten by almost everyone, but doubtless some wrecks remained. As it happened, she had an interest in shards. A small team was being dispatched towards the site of the long-forgotten battlefield, led by Ms. Scarlett.

 

[Enyo Typhos]

(2/20)
Location: Osarian surface, a good deal away from civilisation
Allies: Republic.
Enemies: None.
Objective: D


Rhommamool was, when all was said and done, not a particularly attractive or inviting world. If it were not for its significant reserves of valuable minerals, there would have been little cause for the denizens of Osarian, its far richer neighbour, to take an interest in the planet. Except perhaps as a dumping ground for undesirables, malcontents and criminals! Compared to it, Osarian was its richer, more inviting cousin. Far away from the centres of civilisation, a small team of HRDs was on a mission. Millennia ago conflict between the two planets had flred up violently, missiles had been fired at Osarian and red thermonuclear blasts had scorched the planet. Today much of the damage had been healed, but scars still remained. Thus this was one of the areas on the planet where few tread.


Here and there wild animals had waylaid them as they made their way across the beach, along with scavengers, but bolter fire had driven them away and taught them the error in their ways. A harsh wind swept towards them, throwing up sand and dust, revealing the occasional skeleton or wrecked droid that had been buried by the sand, but they cared not. Further away their shuttle had been landed, some guards had been left behind to watch over it and stand sentinel.


Millennia ago, a battle had been fought on this planet between the so-called Red Knights of Life and the Iron Knights. The Vong, fanatical in their savage hatred against machines, had stirred up the people, the 'droid Jedi' had come to do battle against them. Machines that could use the Force...they were a cause of both fascination and concern by Archangel. Strictly speaking, shards were organic beings. Would utilising them not be a corruption of the sacred cause? The Directors had declared it not so and their will was law, for they were infallible.


Yep, these machines were totally logical! Surreptitiously and with a bolter in hand Callisto moved across the old battlefield, having surveyed it through macrobinoculars. Signal was given to her fellow HRDs to investigate the droid wrecks, for time was of the essence. Before them lay skeleton upon skeleton, perhaps the bodies of Vong, perhaps of humans.


Flesh had been stripped from bone by the vultures, sand had swallowed most of the corpses, yet the scent of death was still in the air. A wrecked transport ship lay before them, perhaps once shot down by flak. Yet their attention was focused upon the destroyed droids. One HRD stood sentinel to watch out for ambushes.


Coming across what seemed to have once been a Juggernaut unit, Callisto bent down and knelt, examining it. The distinctive rust colour that was so common for units of these lines could still be made out, though much of the paint had faded. The head of the unit was separated from the rest of the body and picking it up, she examined it.


The data core was badly damaged and there was nothing left to salvage. Examining the destroyed body further, she found a small, crystal-like entity...a shard, but it had been shattered into pieces. The redhead tilted her head to the side as she contemplated this. Much like the Iron Knights, she was not a pure machine. Within her mechanical shell, organic essence was contained. A soul, if you wanted to be metaphysical. Yet droid logic guided her actions. Did this perhaps make the Iron Knights distant ancestors to her? How ironic, considering her past. She found it unfortunate that she could not replay this unit's memories.


She was shaken out of these musings when she received a signal from a fellow unit, transmitted via purely electronic communication. "We have found an intact unit. Sending coordinates." Quickly Callisto got up and headed over to the location, which was close to the crash site of a fighter. There, lay the wreck of an HK assassin droid, a titan of battle. It was badly damaged, maimed and incapable of movement, she even doubted whether the vocabulator still worked, but the scans were clear. Within this unit lay an intact shard, possibly in a state of hibernation, for the crystal entities could live for millennia.

 

[Ali Hadrix]

Location: Square of Hopeful Redemption - Rhommamool
Objective: C
Allies: The Galactic Republic and Combined Forces of Rhommamool
Enemies: N/A
Post Count: 1/20

"That would be me." Ali called as she stepped up the lane toward the Mandalorian vessel. She waved [member=Strider Garon] down with a gloved hand, a wave of red dust washing about her as the wind kicked up briefly in defiance. Ali was garbed in her full beskar'gam, with maroon plates and black trim. The armor was dented and pitted, secured to a full black body suit via a leather harness that was split between her torso and her lower body. The plates were complete down to knee panels, and scored with more years of combat than Ali had to give. It was a family set, that much was clear, passed down to her by her forebears. From a wolf-hook on her left shoulder plate, Ali's rifle hung, the Verpine Assault Carbine developed by her mother, Myra. Ali's buy'ce was clipped to her belt rather than resting beneath her arm. As she approached, Ali offered Garon a casual salute with a gauntleted hand.
"The Republic decided it was best to send Mando'ad to deal with Mando'ade." She proffered a slight smirk. "Seems even they know we're better for the job." Ali held out a hand for the large man to grasp. "Ali Hadrix, Republic Akaan Dala. Pleased to meet such a legend."

 

[Alyona Volkovna (Алёна)]

Objective: A
Location: Redhaven
Allies: Corvus Raaf | Mantic Dorn
Enemies: TBD
Post Count: [8/20]

An hour later, Alyona found herself sitting in the waiting room of Redhaven's only medical center. Corvus Raaf, her Master and Grand Master of the Jedi Order as a whole, sat beside her, eyes closed, seemingly at peace with herself. Alyona gritted her teeth and looked away for the umpteenth time. "I don't understand how you can be so at peace, Master," Alyona bit out, pressing herself to her feet and pacing back and forth across the lobby floor. There was blood soaked into her blouse, and her leathers were smeared with it. She hadn't yet found time to clean herself and replace her clothes, though the medical staff had insisted she do so several times already for contamination reasons. The best she'd been able to do was dirty a handful of rags with blood before tossing them away.
"He's a Jedi, for feck's sake!" Alyona cursed, as loudly as she would allow herself, which wasn't very loud. "He's a Jedi." She repeated, forcing herself to adopt a more even tone. At the moment, it only felt dispassionate, and right now, Alyona needed to feel anger. She pressed her splayed fingertips together and rested her face in her hands, forcing herself to take slow, deep breaths. Corvus had told her that meditation was her personal tool against chaos, and Alyona struggled to adopt the same practice. She closed her eyes and focused on her breathing, countering her anger with the practice of seeing the situation from a bystander's point of view, a victim's point of view, even an enemy's point of view.
She detached herself from the Padawan they'd found nearly murdered, Mantic Dorn, it turned out he was named. Alyona held on to her emotions, a reminder that she retained them, but took a step back and asked herself why this had happened. Why? What had Dorn said, before passing out in the medevac lift? Something about a warehouse, gangs and cultists. She rewound the memory in her mind, "...the gangs...the gangs are fed by a cultist...I know the warehouse...I was...I was there..."
Alyona opened her eyes and let a deep breath out of her lungs slowly. She felt the warmth of her breath against her fingers. "What if our cultist is the law enforcement agent we're looking for, Master? Or at least connected to them?" Alyona turned to look over at Corvus, who had so far ignored her ravings. Now that she had attained a more peaceful mindset, she hoped the woman would respond.

 

[Corvus Raaf]

[10+1=11]​

Location: Here and there
Allies: [member="Alyona Volkovna"] | [member="Mantic Dorn"]
Enemies: Sith spirits

No sooner had it started than it had finished. Corvus did not understand the Jedi’s vision but once he awoke, it was clear he knew what it meant.

But for the moment, his health was priority. So, an hour later they were gathered in the medical centre. Corvus meditated as they waited for Mantic. The Ability she was using both replenished her connection to the Force and remedied any physical tiredness.

She opened one eye as her Padawan paced the floor. Corvus was blessed with patience and often failed to understand those that were more action-oriented. Who fel the need to be acting as opposed to waiting. There was a tenet of the Code that was applicable – but instead she dredged up a Corellian saying.

“Many cultures have prayers. I was brought up with a saying that feels appropriate now. Not Jedi, just a popular adage.”

“Grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change. The courage to change the things I can…and the wisdom to know the difference.”

She smiled.

“We cannot speed up Mantic’s healing. So we can sit and fret. Or wear that charming pattern in the floor that you’re currently doing. Or we can accept that neither is productive. So I meditate, which provides a purpose.”

“Your worry is well-placed. Your concern admirable…but perhaps the energy could be better focused. Research the site he mentioned? Get whatever cams are in the area to provide us with a feed?”

As Alyona started to focus on the cultist, Corvus smiled again and closed her eye once more. “Good. Through peace you have found a path of action. Tell me when you have pursued this line of enquiry.”

 

[Tyl Ro]

Location: The Chamber of Representatives in the Capitol Building of Osa-Secunde
Objective: B
Allies: Silence, [member="Cecily de Demici"]
Enemies: Noise
Post: 04/20

"The issue is quite clear. While on one side the Osarion government reached out with a desire to affiliate on formal terms with the Galactic Republic, so too did Rhommamool extend their own request. That request was quite straightforward: protect us. If a member of the Republic has a plea for help, it is the sworn duty of those who represent a member world to come to that planet's aid. It is not the intent of the Republic to go to war with the Osarion people, or to engage with them in battle. But it is the job of the Republic's military to uphold the peace and to defend those who cannot defend themselves, regardless of the aggressor's identity. Rhommamool is poised to become a member world of the Republic alongside Osarion. They will be protected, both their lives, and their rights."

Tyl's voice remained steady; never rising or falling in tone; never showing any sign of emotion. She chose her words deliberately. Of course, being a Jedi, she could not entirely speak on behalf of the Galactic Republic. She wasn't a political official. Technically, Tyl didn't even hold rank. From her perspective, the Kaminoan was merely a citizen; an adopted one, not unlike the Osarions and the Rhommamoolians. She might hold the responsibilities of a Jedi, but in the end she was nothing more than an inhabitant of Ossus. Her part in representing the Republic on Osarion was a rather minor one. After all, her fellow political compatriots were performing their own best efforts to keep the two sides from bloodshed.

As she finished speaking, the room remained silent. Eyes moved from the Jedi back to the Commandant. But before he could speak, a slight buzzing gave the man pause. Behind Tyl, the speaker cleared his throat. "Apologies," Aeko Noullee said in a grumble. "However, a recess is required. A notification will be sent to you all in advance of reconvening. Good afternoon." The old man stood from the seat on his dais and slowly hobbled off, scowl permanently etched into his wrinkled face.

Tyl bowed in reverence as the old man exited the room to no one in particularly. Murmurs provided a general din and groups of politicians huddled together, some lingering, others making their way out of the chamber in a number of different paces and directions. When she rose, she made eye contact with the military representative, and gave him a brief nod of respect before turning and departing the chamber. Upon exiting, a Senate aid approached her, bowing without making contact; obviously a little nervous. The human held out a datapad in his hand.

"My thanks," Tyl said warmly as she accepted it from the small man who promptly scurried off from wherever he had come from. She spurred the device into life and began reading the display containing a report from Senator Demici. Tyl walked as she read, back out into the bright Osarion city.

 

[Uri Aureleos]

Location: Rhommamool - A Mining Facility just outside of Redhaven
Objective: D - Find out why the facility isn't active and get it back open.
Allies: [member="Sha'do"]
Post: [1/20]

Uri stepped off the starship shortly after it landed on the platform near the mining facility. He glanced back at his padawan making sure Sha’do was behind him. His feet turned as it hit the sand. He had been to desert planets before but did find the sand enjoyable. It was harder to walk on but not too hard that it would fatigue them. A group of men in a business suits greeted them. The first to approach them was a round human with a fat face. He extended his hand to Uri. But the knight kept his hands behind his back.

The chubby man withdrew his hand then, “You’re the master jedis? Why did they send only two!? This isn’t a laughing matter! Those- those renegades have this facility at a stand still! They refuse to work, and anyone who enters the facility and gets to close gets a blast pack detonated up their ass.”

Uri stared calmly at the upset man. He was most likely the owner. “I’m Knight Uri Aureleos and this is my Padawan Sha’do.”

The man threw his hands up in defeat, “You’re not even masters! I specifically requested at least ten Jedi Masters.”

“The Jedi Order does not believe in excessive force. We are keepers of the peace, sir. You requested our aid and so here we are. Your facility will be operational soon enough.”

Uri walked past them heading toward the entrance of the mine. His thoughts went to Sha’do sending her a message telepathy, “Stay close and remember we’re here for a peaceful solution.”

 

[Sha'so]

Location: Rhommamool - A Mining Facility just outside of Redhaven
Objective: D - Find out why the facility isn't active and get it back open.
Allies: [member="Uri Aureleos"]
Post: [1/20]

Just like her arrival on Ossus, Sha'do was in awe of this world. She had never been to such an arid, sandy place before; she knew it was a harsh and unforgiving sort of place, but she also knew that people found ways to carve out their lives in environments like these, just like in the mining facility. To Sha'do, that was amazing; life found a way to bloom in every nook and cranny of the galaxy.

As the mute Cathar followed her Master out of the ship, the hot sand seeped into her sandals and squished between her toes. She kind of liked it. But the miner who came to greet them and complained that they were not Masters was ruining her happy feeling. Did he really think this ordeal required ten Jedi? Sheesh, and here she though her temper had been bad! But on the other hand she could also understand his position; every minute the mine was not working, it was losing money. This much she had learned from her former Master; though his work had been illegal, the basic principles were still the same, if the work stopped then so did the money. This man here probably had a family, mouths to feed, and each of his workers the same, and they all needed this job to provide for their means, which wouldn't be possible if the mine was inoperable.

But it made Sha'do wonder about the rebels who had taken over. Why had they taken up residence here? Were they simply hiding or did they wants something specific out of the mine? She supposed that was what she and Uri were here to find out, so she followed his instructions and stayed close as they approached the entrance of the mine.

 

[Strider Garon]

Location: Square of Hopeful Redemption - Rhommamool
Objective: C
Allies: Combined Forces of Rhommamool and The Galactic Republic, [member="Ali Hadrix"] [member="Werdla Dardalab"]
Enemies: N/A
Post Count: 2/20

The short female human clad in beskar'gam stepped forward to announce she was the one in charge. Guess that made sense, sending a republic loyal Mando to deal with the Hound and his supercommandos. Crossed words and offenses could end in blood with mandalorian politics. The old man would give the attractive woman a smile of gratitude "O'r ibac gar malyasa'yr cuyir gar serim" «In that you would be correct» Strider would reply back in their native tongue.

Strider would size the woman up, his eyes giving her a one over for he had never met her before. There wasn't anything perverted by his eyes roaming the armored Ali for sexual curves and such were rarely noticeable under plate of beskar. Strider would extend his hand out in proper Mandalorian customs of greetings, with intentions of gripping forearm to forearm. "Meg cuyir gar ke'gyce?" «What are you orders? » Strider was surely the ranking officer along with decades of experience. But he was a invited guest to this Republic party and he had no issues taking orders from a pup, a pretty pup to exact, for he was their to support the GR in their campaign. Not run it for them. Plus he trusted Ali for her mandalorian heritage would of educated her on the talents of supercommandos along with Strider's own legendary reputation on and off the battlefield.

 

[Vilaz Munin]

Location: With [member=Strider Garon]
Objective: C
Allies: Pubs, Vode, and Rhommamool
Enemies: N/A
Post Count: [1/20]

It had been a while since he had helped the Republic in any of their campaigns and battles. The last time he had fought alongside the Republic was at the Invasion of Prakith that, unfortunately, resulted in a defeat for the Republic as the One Sith successfully repelled the Republic. Since then, he focused his mind on the whole Mando'ade as they had problems to solve as well. The only ones who cared about striking and ridding of the dark side was the Republic, the Silver Sanctum Coalition, the Mandalorians, and the Underground. While some of the Mando'ade didn't care for the Republic they did worry about the Sith dominating the Galaxy and striking them at the perfect moment. At this point cooperation and forming bonds with other factions was the best option if they were to survive.

So here the Rally Master was with [member=Werdla Daralab], Strider Garon, and a few Mandalorian Supercommandos. All he hoped was for the Republic and the Rhommamool forces to not interfere with the Mandalorians. Only a brave fool would do such actions. He was expecting Strider to take the lead of the Mandalorians participating here and not have some Republic officer to give them orders. His expectations weren't exactly how he imagined them. A Republic officer who's heritage was Mandalorian would be leading and ordering them. Vilaz was neither content or disappointed with the lead of command, but suspicious. At least it wasn't some random soldier who's methods and philosophy would conflict with the Mandalorians.

The Redneck waited until orders were given out that would be executed at its very best.

 

[Ali Hadrix]

Location: Square of Hopeful Redemption - Rhommamool
Objective: C
Allies: The Galactic Republic and Combined Forces of Rhommamool, [member=Strider Garon]
Enemies: N/A
Post Count: 2/20

Ali lifted an eyebrow at Garon's question. "Orders? I won't be giving anyone orders, not in the traditional sense." She glanced over her shoulder at the city around them, then turned her gaze back on the burly Mandalorian. Most of this was due to the fact that Ali didn't actually exist within the Republic military command structure. Her unofficial authority was limited only to what she could get away with, but her official authority was finite. "I'll be briefing you on the situation here, and together we'll draft a plan of action." She shook her head at her own silent thoughts, then spit some of the dust out of her mouth. "Counterinsurgency's my game, Garon. But you know your soldiers, you should be the one to decide how they're best utilized. I'm here for support and guidance only." Ali had argued this issue for hours with GRIM's director, Mark Crassis. The old spy had wanted a Republican in charge of the over all counter-insurgency force on Rhommamool, but Ali knew full well the Galactic Republic didn't have any units of that calibre available. As long as Mandalorians were going to be assisting, they might as well be played to their strengths.
She considered Garon for a moment with a critical eye, deciding to herself that what she'd heard about the man matched up with what she was seeing. "I'll have top end expectations of you lot," Ali said grinning, and added a wink. "I've got some extra equipment you might appreciate though, and some local law enforcement personnel that you're free to employ how you see fit." She sidled up to the man and guided him away from his vessel, gesturing for the rest of his soldiers to follow at their own discretion. "Word of caution though," Ali muttered. "We think we've got law enforcement personnel on the side of the insurgency. A Jedi was attacked and nearly killed early yesterday evening, and we're close to connecting the attack to a slew of evidence that was recorded from the initial terrorist attack that disappeared and was never logged. I think these locals would be best used for meat shields, if you catch my drift. Leave them to handle the primary stuff like room clearing and perimeter guard, but don't let them touch detainees or anything we'll need to track down these insurgents."

 

[Alyona Volkovna (Алёна)]

Objective: A
Location: Redhaven
Allies: Corvus Raaf | Mantic Dorn
Enemies: TBD
Post Count: [9/20]

Alyona inhaled deeply, then released the breath evenly, slowly. She gathered her thoughts, collecting them and reorganizing them as one might defragment an old solid-state hard drive. This brought her mental activity down, close to a meditative level. After allowing herself several quiet moments to herself, she organized and decided upon a plan of action based on her Master's suggestions. She looked over at Corvus, who remained relaxed and at ease, then checked the equipment at her belt and verified she was ready to strike out on her own. It wasn't until her hand brushed against the wetness soaked into her blouse that she remembered she was not. With a sigh, Alyona looked down at her blouse, regretting the bright red blood that stained the fabric.
"I'll get right on it, Master," Alyona told Corvus, "Just after I've changed," she grumbled to herself as she turned and walked away. On her way out of the hospital, Alyona stopped by Dorn's room. He'd been identified by the tags in his pocket after he'd been brought to the hospital, long after he'd lost consciousness. Whatever mental battle Corvus had fought with the young Jedi within the confines of his own mind, she had seen fight to keep to herself, though Alyona felt it was only to meditate on the nature of the conflict before revealing any information that may be interpreted by Alyona incorrectly without the proper context. When she rounded the doorway to the man's room, Alyona found him unconscious still, with a nurse droid hovering beside his bed, taking vital signs and marking down information on a digitized charting panel. "Rest easy, my friend," Alyona muttered before stepping away and jotting off down the hall to the turbolift.

Nearly half an hour later, Alyona had returned to the vessel she'd been sharing with Corvus, and was in the process of changing her clothes. The blood-stained blouse was left to hang over the edge of her cot while she stripped the trousers from her waist and stepped out of them. What she really needed was a good shower, though she didn't have the time. Alyona had already identified the location of the warehouse Dorn had been talking about from the information logged on his datapad, which she'd lifted after his admittance to the hospital. She took just enough time to wipe the blood from her stomach and breasts before donning a fresh blouse and reapplying the armbands to her biceps, just above the elbow. The top was loose-fitting, which allowed her mobility, though would protect her little if she ran into trouble. To counter this, Alyona drew a set of Echani melee armor from one of her small chests, looking it over for a moment to decide which portions of it she would utilise. The suit consisted of a shaak leather harness that had small durasteel plates secured over its surface. Buckles kept the harness from slipping. A complete set was made of a segmented cuirass, pauldrons, and a fauld. Often times shynbalds were worn to protect the anterior portion of the legs during kicks, though many Echani avoided their use due to the restrictive nature of the rest of the armor. Alyona selected a mild combination that included the segmented cuirass and pauldrons and a cuisse and matching shynbalds. The durasteel plate was thin, roughly an eighth of an inch thick, and was therefore much lighter than typical durasteel armor, though much weaker as well. It would still deflect standard blaster weapons for a time, though direct shots with high powered rifles would punch through easily enough. She might be able to turn a lightsaber blade once or twice, though Alyona hoped to avoid such an end. The plates were tight-fitting, tailored to Alyona's form, and would fit only her. They were stained a dark gunmetal and reflected light rather poorly, helping her avoid being spotted immediately, particularly in low-light conditions. The shynbalds themselves were angled at the front, and would cut into surfaces and people rather painfully when struck.
After she had buckled the remaining plates onto her body, Alyona turned toward the dresser opposite her cot and opened the top drawer. Inside it lay an artifact of great value to Alyona, one she'd recently acquired on Dagobah, within the Dark Side cave where Yoda had once tested the progression of his pupil, Luke Skywalker. Alyona reached inside and drew Luke Skywalker's lightsaber from it, hefting the familiar tool in her hand. She activated the weapon and the brilliant green-white blade sprang forth with a characteristic snap-hiss, illuminating Alyona's room in a dull green haze. The blade hummed quietly as Alyona adjusted its angle in her hand, before deactivating it and removing the training saber from her belt. She dropped the other device in the drawer and closed it, then clipped Luke's lightsaber to her waist in its place. "Now I'm ready," she told herself aloud, quietly. Once her final preparations were complete, Alyona sealed the vessel behind her and struck out for the city once more, night falling at her back and putting the sun's light behind her.

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[Corvus Raaf]

[Posts=11+1=12]​

Objective: A
Location: Redhaven
Allies: [member="Alyona Volkovna"] | [member="Mantic Dorn"]
Enemies: TBD

Corvus sat and waited. Patience or a lack of urgency? The Grand Master would say the former but many would see the latter. It was one of the Jedi tenets – but people seemed to respect activity over contemplation.

Not that it bothered her. She sat and considered the facts. She would need to speak to the young Jedi when he regained consciousness. Was it an inner demon of his own making she’d faced – or some external intervention? Hopefully he would be able to shed light on the matter – for both their sakes.

She watched Alyona leave and sensed she was preparing herself for combat. She seemed calm, collected and focused – always a good combination. But she was quiet too – which could be either good or bad.

So Corvus waited for news on Mantic and exercised her considerable patience. Alyona was capable – and she expected her to manage herself comfortably. She suspected it would not be easy – but that was quite alright. If it was easy, the Jedi would not be required.

 

[Mantic Dorn]

Objective: A
Location: Redhaven
Allies: [member="Alyona Volkovna"] [member="Corvus Raaf"]
Enemies: Sith spirits
Post 7/20

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Somehwere someone was talking. Someone was leaving, someone was staying. The shadows had left his miund but his body still ached. He took a weezing breath.

They had gunned him down. They had tried to kill him. Not that that in itself was unusual or unexpected. But for Mantic this was a near to death experience. It made the actions taken, the actions not taken very much more close and hard to ignore. And then the vision. He still sensed the burning red eyes penetrating his skull and burning him away.

But he had been saved, the light had arrived and he was kept alive.

Opening his eyes Mantic slowly realized where he was. A hospital.

At the side of the bed [member="Corvus Raaf"] sat.

"Gr.. *cough* Grand Master...." Mantic tried a half risen position in the bed stretching the tubes connected to his body. there he inclined his head.

 

[Uri Aureleos]

Location: Rhommamool - A Mining Facility just outside of Redhaven
Objective: D - Find out why the facility isn't active and get it back open.
Allies: [member="Sha'do"]
Post: [2/20]

Uri’s skin illuminated as they walked downward into the bowels of the mine. What the glow lamps didn’t light up in the cramp corridors Uri did. It surprised him just how deep it went but he didn’t let his guard down. They had an important mission to do. His hand touched one of the sai on his belt giving it a reassuring tap. He knew where it hang and hoped that he wouldn’t have to draw it on this day. His eyes drifted to Sha’do making sure she was still close by his side. Her safety was a priority as well.

As they entered the first major chamber. Uri moved Sha’do behind him erecting a force barrier to protect them against the detonated blast pack the owner of the mine warned them about. It blew dust up around them, and that seemed to be all that it did. The force of it wasn’t as large as Uri expected. This was the same material used to clear out and tunnel the mines. It should have been stronger, right? Uri expected it to be a distraction. He created another force barrier this time to move and keep the dust at bay.

That is when he saw the miners. Gands and Dressellians coming from their hiding spots with mining tools in hand. Uri stood perfectly still despite their abrupt appearance startling him slightly. He knew something they didn’t, but they quickly found out when the first few ran face first into his barrier. The rest stopped their charge when those in front of them hit the ground. They all stared in shock.

“Are you here to help us, Jedi?” One Dressellian distinguished himself among the rest. Uri assumed him to be the leader. “Or do you wish to help our boss and force us back to work?”

 

[Werdla Dardalab]

Location: Square of Hopeful Redemption - Rhommamool
Objective: C
Allies: Combined Forces of Rhommamool and The Galactic Republic, [member="Strider Garon"] [member="Vilaz Munin"] [member="Ali Hadrix"]
Enemies: N/A
Post Count: 2/20

Use the locals as meat shields? Smart probably, in that the Mando troops were certainly worth more. It still rankled. Sure you threw initiates into battle, it was the only way for them to learn, but you made sure there were veterans with them. Rally Masters to do just that. Rally. Besides. It was cowardly and lazy to stay in the back. You'd not stay the best for long like that. Perhaps it was that sort of thinking that got the Republic to where they were now. When you started thinking you were crafty, instead of being honourable and fierce.. No. It was counter to Mandalorian culture. They lead from the front.

At least even if she disagreed with the woman, the Republic had finally sent them a warrior rather than another damned politician with perfect nails and carefully coiffured hair. Every time she saw one of those the urge to give them a keldabe kiss and see if they had any real worth was damned near impossible to resist. This one may have strayed from being a true Mando, but at least her armour said she say action, and this La could respect.

As always, she'd follow Striders lead, though if it came down to it, she'd push forward and help the 'meat shields' get the job done. That was what La did. That was why she had the heavy armour and the big gun. First in, last out. Taking the brunt of attacks. Her missing leg, the scars and acid burns were proof enough of this.

 

[Sha'so]

Location: Rhommamool - A Mining Facility just outside of Redhaven
Objective: D - Find out why the facility isn't active and get it back open.
Allies: [member="Uri Aureleos"]
Post: [2/20]

Force them back to work? But, wasn't this their job? "I think there are some details about this incident that the owner neglected to tell us about," Sha'do said to Uri. She could not do much in the way of talking with the locals, but at the very least she could take over holding a barrier so that her Master could instead do all the talking. He was more experienced with this sort of thing, after all. She raised her own barrier inside his, making it feel the same as his barrier so that it would filter out some of this dust the trip-mine had kicked up. She remained positioned behind Uri so he could protect her, but she also remained mindful of the path they had come in from, keeping her keen hearing on alert in case someone tried to sneak up behind them.

Sha'do hoped this dispute could be resolved without fighting, though she was fully prepared to do so. The familiar weight of her pike rested over her shoulder, it's blade and staff collapsed and compacted harmlessly, but it was still a clearly visible indication that she was armed.

 

[Alyona Volkovna (Алёна)]

Objective: A
Location: Redhaven
Allies: Corvus Raaf | Mantic Dorn
Enemies: TBD
Post Count: [10/20]

Alyona was for once glad to find herself immersed within a city built only a few levels off of the ground, rather than the sprawling ecumenopolises she was used to finding throughout the Galaxy's Core Worlds. She had sight of the majority of Redhaven from the rooftops, which allowed her to cross the city swiftly as she followed the prompting of her wristcomp, which had laid out her route to the warhouse Dorn had marked. Night had fallen within the last hour, and the city was bustling with activity despite the recent attacks and instability between Osarian and Rhommamool.
She ducked a metal beam and slipped through an open window, then sprinted across the darkened chamber and dove through the caved in wall opening on the other side. The dive brought her back out into the rainswept aluminum rooftops of the city's poorer region. Rain pinged incessantly off the rooftops, crying alongside the knocking sound of Alyona's boots as she ran onward, flicking water out of her eyes every so often with the back of her hand. She had not been in contact with Corvus since leaving the infirmary, though she would update the other woman once she arrived. Just minutes from the block on which the warehouse stood, Alyona stopped on the edge of a four-story building and checked her surroundings. The dark skies and rainclouds reflected some of the city's night light back down upon itself, giving Alyona enough to see by.
She stood for several long, silent moments, opening herself to the Force and attempting to garner a sense for the emotions within the area. What she felt was an amalgam of fear and confusion, mingled with the more ubiquitous sensations of less pertinent emotions from everyday persons. There were those, however, whom held an extreme, even irrational fear of the attacks that had taken place, and Alyona began to grow evermore curious who those individuals were.

As Alyona leant forward to resume her travels to the warehouse, a strong sense of fear and the urge to find safety overcame her, striking from the back of her mind and causing her hair to stand on end. Instinctively, Alyona opened her mind to the Force and threw herself forward off the edge of the rooftop. She flipped end over end, leaving the roof just moments before a series of turbolaser bolts struck the building where she'd been standing, abolishing its structures and raining debris down on the building below.
Alyona guided her fall just enough to land on her back and side against the sloped metal rooftop of the adjacent building. She slid down along its slick, wet surface as ferrocrete and metal showered the air all around her, tinging and pinging the whole descent. Everything shook around her and she heard several more turbolasers strike the wall of the building she'd recently abandoned, the source of the fire strafing to follow her direction of travel, and would soon over come her. Alyona focused her vision forward, ignoring the source of the destruction for the time being and focusing on its evasion. Some twenty meters downward the rooftop ended in a sharp metal gutter, and she could not see the top of the building behind it. Even so, Alyona trusted in the Force, just as Corvus had taught her, and when the moment came, and she felt the soles of her boots catch on the gutter's edge itself, Alyona absorbed the impact with her knees and launched herself off the edge of the building.
Down she fell, flipping forward slowly, guiding herself toward the metal-framed fire escape staircase jutting out toward her from the adjacent structure. Alyona landed smoothly against the structure, her boots crashing against the metal below; she gripped the railing there swiftly, then let herself fall once again. Two, three levels she dropped, before grasping the final railing and landing just long enough to slow her descent onto the street below. From there, Alyona sought to disappear into the twists and turns of the residence district. She could hear her attackers hovering above and slightly behind her, probably hoping to catch sight of her fleeing from one area to the next. For the moment, Alyona hid herself within the shadows, pressed against the wall of the alley and contemplating what in the hell had just happened.