Skirmish On The Road Again... (NIO vs The Underground)

[Julius Sedaire]

Location: En Route to Ord Cantrell
Gear: Jedi Credit | Aing-Tii Translation Device | Kathol Liberation Ring | Rebel Corusca Signet | Bryar Pistol | Aing-Tii Arm | VT Jedi Vanguard Armor | Longcoat | Fancy Pants | Green Sword | Beskad
Ship

It had been a while, once coming back from a backseat to the things in the Galaxy, for Jullius to find his way. Briefly he had checked in on the Green Jedi. But folk like Morteg and others had the Jedi running smoothly. The Alliance was his next bit, and what he had seen turned his stomach. An Alliance with Imperials? The very living embodiment of Freedom teaming with Tyranny? It was only a matter of time before the New Imperial Order turned dark. It was the fate of Empires. They often started with the most admirable and best of intent. But invariably, slavery and xenophobia and totalitarian grip on the lives of the people become the way of the day.

So he had went back to what he was doing, in a way. Calling on the Underground through channels both new and old, a message had been sent out. A grainy holo of the former Grandmaster and often self-proclaimed nerf herder had appeared to those with the proper devices, and in some cases layering over local holonet signals from Coruscant to Adumar and beyond, where they could. Julius wasn't a propagandist, but he could give a speech when he had to. It would be crude, and have all the subtlety of a hammer to the face. But it would stir hearts.

"Freedom fighters. Jedi. Common folk and elites alike. If you're seeing this.... WAKE UP. This is Julius Sedaire. Jedi Master. Rebel. I come to you as the tides rise to turn. Tyranny has extended it's hand and enveloped freedom. Empires never end any other way. Today we take the fight to them. Today we show them we cannot be silenced with honeyed words and vague external threats. We will not give time for their rot to set in and spread, and infect the Galaxy. The enemy of our enemy is not a friend, but just another threat. Bedfellows today will be slavedrivers the next. Guarantee. In a time and place many of you know, we will be striking at their lifelines. And they will see the cost of their hubris. Today we show them courage still beats in our hearts. I urge you to join us in whatever way you feel safe and able. Together, we will rekindle the fires of hope with our spark. And to the Alliance who has betrayed us... We're watching."

The image cut out, and as it did, a small Imperial convoy armed with military supplies would find itself opened up on. Null-burst and Energy Web weaponry fired in a tight beam at the cargo transports in the convoy. Several would find themselves dead in the water, portions of their crew unconscious from the strange alien weaponry aboard the Wanderlust that Julius helmed. How long that lasted, or to what extent, depended a lot on how the enemy responded. But it would work... He hoped. A ragtag collection of fighters and freighters moved to engage any air support for the convoy, and boarding torpedoes streaked towards the disabled ships. It wasn't a particularly critical shipment, but it was high profile enough it would make a statement and cause a stir. That was perfect. Time for him to turn the helm over to Adair and take boarding action, and with a nod it was made so.

 

[Sam Connory]

In one of those boarding torpedoes, Connory and nine more Undergrounders zipped toward a hopefully-disabled NIO cargo ship. Close quarters, and not in a good way. At least armored space suits kept them from breathing each other's air too hard.

"There once was a-"

"No ryvving limericks, Connory."


Julius Sedaire

 

[Veino Garn]

It had been a long time and he had done what he could to prepare the Underground for the inevitable. They had Underground cells scattered across the galaxy and a small base hidden deep within the Redoubt, within east striking distance of Bastion.

But many were the affairs of the galaxy and Veino could only do so much. Bryn’adul. Multiple Sith governments. This new Maw Brotherhood. The First Order. Imperialism and violence were cropping up anywhere. Even the Galactic Alliance bent the knee to its ideological antithesis in the name of strength and defeating an enemy, while denouncing those who would be their allies for weakness and refusal to fight the Sith.

It was a natural sociological progression. The galaxy had been enmeshed in conflict for decades and governments fell faster than new ones could rise again. When faced with instability and the anxiety of the unknown, sentient beings gravitated to those who could offer them a feeling of strength, of security, and a hope for stability. It had been the downfall of the Galactic Republic in the ancient days: surrendering liberty and democracy in favor of a strong Emperor who could restore what the Clone Wars took from them.

A natural response, but also one that killed the societies who embraced it. Not all of them, of course, but the ones who weren’t among the privileged few who benefited from the centralization of power and the imposition of tyranny in favor of security.

So here he was- standing by a series of boarding torpedoes, as he had been doing for nearly thirty years, once again striking at the illusion of strength and security provided by the imperialist philosophy.

 

[Jared Starchaser]

There was always a time and a place for fighting. Jared Starchaser had moved back out to the Core because he wanted the freedom the distance has provided. He wanted to help the explorers, and the chance of seeing a world, however undeveloped or developed, for the first time was something amazing. But that life style was only going to exist so long as all the galaxy was safe. That was why the Starchaser never stopped working with the Underground. His father and sister may have taken a different path, the family was still connected to the Underground

Jared was the ranking officer of that family now.

His new ship, the Star Courier Flashflood was moving towards the world of Ord Cantrell.

Another null burst to support Sedaire’s ship, Jared looked to his pilot droid and the Mon Cal aboard the vessel. Prepping himself into the launch tube, a lightsaber in one hand, and his kyber pistol in the other. He tapped a few keys and the boarding torpedo shot down the tube on his ship, hurrying for the cargo vessels.