Operation Rebirth | The Rebellion's Rebellion of Jaminere (Hex AK-24)

[Kamon Vondiranach]

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Allies: [member="Jax Vandal"], [member="Cenric Marus"], [member="Lyra Sarn"], [member="Avoim Oeymo"], [member="Ari Vox"], [member="Cedric Grayson"], [member="Glavis"], [member="Solonariwan Tofusin"], [member="Romi Jade"]
Enemies: [member="Kor Vexen"], [member="Cassandra Paige"]

So it had come to that. Cedric was forced to give away their position but Kamon wasn't all that worried about that. Inevitably they would be discovered and forced into some form of combat. That was just what was going to happen when it came to attacking a Sith world. The activation of the lightsaber and its usage was minimal, so there might have been more pressing matters for them to attend to, it just kind of depended. Given that one of them was trying to call them out, it was entirely likely that they were going to end up being followed now. Well, he could handle that if the others could handle their part of the mission, which he believed they could. Romi and Cedric would see to it.

Romi...

A pang raced through him and lifted a hand to touch the helm he wore, still wrapped in the illusion. Focus, he told himself, waiting for the others to move through before he followed them. He didn't continue after them, however, instead, he turned off to the side and leaned against the wall to wait. He had a feeling that, if nothing else, the one who'd yelled out after them was going to be making his way to where they were. Likely others would follow, but Kamon was used to the odds not being in his favor. Most of the time he did battle they weren't. He didn't feel fear at all, only determination.

Cedric, he called, reaching to the other Jedi's mind. I'm going to hang back and see if we pick up a tail. I'll give it five minutes and then follow.

He held both of his sabers at the ready, thumbs hovering over the ignition switches. Again Romi entered his mind and this time he decided he couldn't ignore it. He knew what it was, and he knew that if he continued to ignore it then his existence was basically wasted. Not that it wasn't already aside from his kids and granddaughter.

Romi, I... He reached out to her mind now, but hesitated briefly before continuing. You're important, Romi. Right now you're searching for yourself and I get that. I've been there before. But you're important, so please be careful. I know you'll look after the others, but look after yourself, too. Promise me.

I don't want to lose you. The last part was said only in his mind. He wasn't ready to go that far with it yet. Besides, she'd likely reject him too. She was different, which was why he had a small glimmer of hope. Though she'd accepted the responsibility of leading the Jedi Order for a time, when she'd gotten it to where it could stand with the council she left, relinquishing the power that so many others coveted. Then she'd gone in search of the Bendu, and the both of them had been told to seek balance. Though he was certain that they both had different balance to search for, he knew it was still connected. Maybe it was connected in a way that would finally bring him the stability he had long been craving.

For now he shook his head and looked up at the hole, waiting.

 

[Jakkor Kess]

Location: Spaceport, outside of the Capital
Objective: Finish setting up explosives
Allies: [member="Rujat Aola"], Rebels, Fel Imperials
Enemies: Sith-Imperials [member="Darth Filiae"] [member="Darth Imperia"]
Music: The Resistance

Jakkor kept repeating the mantra slowly to himself. Nervous given how he was attaching explosives to a spaceport, as well as the military installations such as hangers. His mate by his side covering him with her blaster rifle, true this may not have been what he wanted, it may not have been the Jedi Way, but in order to stop the Sith a stand needed to be made. To show them that they will now be allowed any longer to continue their conquest unprovoked like the Galactic Empire during his time, The Sith were no different and would be shown that they could be beaten. If it wasn't for that it would be for a future where perhaps he could raise a family in peace. Hearing Rujat call him by her affectionate term for him, momentarily distracting him as he finished up installing the latest pair of thermal detonators. He chuckled and spoke in a voice that had not displayed his nervousness. "Yes, it takes time to get used to Rujat. Anyways that should be the last of them, we should be awaiting a signal soon. If I am not mistaken an old friend should be hitting the prisons soon."

Jakkor and the team had spent hours installing the explosives. Installing them on key structural points of the starport, but only where Sith military had been strongest such as guard posts, hangers, and where large concentrations of fighters had been stationed. Jakkor didn't want to hurt innocent civilians if anything else he had only targeted military personnel and equipment and left the civilian parts of the spaceport untouched. After hours of hard work, he was about ready to move. Until he tensed up feeling a cold presence he hadn't felt in years. He looked to Rujat with a look in his eyes only she would know. "We must move quickly. I fear our enemies may be coming quickly find a place to hide." He said taking her arm and forcibly getting her to move, as they ran across the large area of the spaceport before finding a small corner easily able to fit and hide if only for a moment if their enemies did not detect them first.

He hunkered down, crouching as he looked around, the darkness growing closer as he looked to Rujat, placing his fingers on both his sabers just in case. He would prefer peace over conflict but if need be he would defend himself. "I feel we may be dealing with company.. They could be Sith Soldiers or even worse Sith themselves... If it is the latter I am afraid it won't be a fight you could win." He sides pulling into the belt of his Jedi Robes pulling forth a small device and putting into her hands. "If there are I will hold them off as best I can.. I want you to run Rujat... You hear me. I need you to run and await the signal, the Rebellion is counting on us to make sure their mission goes through. I need you to live for me please in the event I might not make it back." He said as he held her hands tight in a show of love and affection. It saddened him to even think such a thought, but if it had come to it for her, for the Rebellion for a future she might live happy and free. He would accept his fate as a Jedi. For now, all he could do was wait till the enemy passed or if they were unlucky they would find them.

 

[Jairus Starvald]

A clean room, bright lit.​

Barren, dry and without dirt.​

No room is this clean.​

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Lord Saarai of the Saaraishash had said at the meeting to [member="Darth Ophidia"] and [member="Darth Carnifex"].

It was within the nature of the Thirriken to doubt, to ponder and to weigh, but what he had found in the aftermath of the bombings on Jaminere was a solution that was neatly presented to him. Almost in a binder with a ribbon attached to it. He scrutinized it, squinted and judged it light. This was something that was agreed upon between [member="Tabigarashu Madara"] and himself.

In truth... out of everyone?

The Lord Inquisitor only trusted Hirou completely. Perhaps that was somewhat ironic, how the Nezumi had been doubting their own abilities and now they were the only living soul that Tai Fa believed in.

His quill scribbled and lo, the local Tionese Whiteguard would get additional support from the Sith Empire. It was that easy when you were not restricted by the bounds of bureaucracy. The power of the word reigned supreme. Now and forever. But that same quill froze as his personal commlink beeped, a direct link established to Hirou themselves.

The situation... dire.

Somehow secret forces commanded by unknown entities ([member="Jaster of Clan Awaud"] [member="Ursula Toher"]) had broke the security of the Tionese Whiteguard. After all, the agreement between the Sith Empire and the Tion Cluster had been quite simple. Most of the security would be localized and drawn from the local traditions rather than drop Sith trooper after Sith trooper on their worlds. Autonomy would be preserved as best as they could- even in the face of these... rebels. The commlink would beep in Hirou's ear.

"I come. Stay safe, find out what you can."

There were detachments of Saaraishash agents spread throughout the city. They conducted research as much as Saarai could trust them. They would accompany him to see who had slaughtered this local garrison and squash the threat before it could devolve.

Unbeknownst to him others had already heeded the call- [member="Koda Fett"], [member="Vilaz Munin"] and [member="Khonsu Amon"].

 

[TK-1104]

Location: somewhere in the lower district​

Allies: rebels
Enemies: sith

This was Glavis's first battle with this group it seemed like a good one. That thought was hours ago now he was a bit more cramped, the plan was to ship the death squads shipped in before the battle started. "Boss I'm getting tired of sitting in the thing, when are we going to bust out of here." The men were getting restless it wasn't surprising Glavis was getting tired himself. "We wait for the signal." Glavis said, just as he said the words his comm was going off. It was one of the men with jax "Boss says to get moving Glavis." A smile grew on Glavis "Alright boys we make our way to the sewers to link up with the others, and no killing noncombatants now lets go.

 

[Delsin Kessler]

Allies: The rebels
Location: Above lower district
Gear: In signature

Solon saw a large enemy squad marching on the street, and he was glad he didnt had to engage them there. He prepared his guided missiles, and his cannons to strafe the enemy, as they were closing into his allies position. The enemy had enough guns to maul anything that would dare to face them, but they didnt had any anti-air weapons "Or at least my stupid scanner doesnt show any"

With a push of a button, and facing ship down, he target and fire. The missiles wouldnt be landing in any building as [member="Cedric Grayson"] and [member="Jax Vandal"] would bother him about civilian casualties later. The backrows would receive the fire first and it would reach before their front lines. The scanner showed that prisoners were there, and so he would avoid killing them. Also they could get free, take a weapon or two and start doing something useful.

He pull the ship up to avoid crashing it to the street. Smoke and fire were getting higher, but he didnt knew about that situation as he got to deal with the first air encounter since he arrive appear. A squadron of enemies starfighters came from the space port and were firing towards him, taking down one of his engine "Oh damn, freaking radar that doesnt work" . He turned the ships shield on and began to escape. His ship tried to circle the area around, avoiding incoming fire.

[member='Kor Vexen']

 

[Leliana]

Location: Jaminere -> Heading towards the Palace District
Objective: Intercept Rebels & Weed out the Leaders

A response was not given to Leliana's check in, but the assassin got an answer all the same. It was time to move out from the shadows and intercept the enemy. She didn't know who specifically, but their actions would make it clear enough.

Locals banding together in an attempt against the Empire?

Interlopers taking advantage of the situation?

Outsiders seeking an opportunity?

They were all valid possibilities, but ones that could only be speculated on right now. Leliana needed to see first hand, just who was seeking to disrupt the Empire's operations on Jaminere.

She pulled her face mask up over her face, letting it rest over her nose. The hood followed after it, pulled as far as it could over her head and concealing the rest of her visage, nothing but the glimmer of her eyes shrouded in darkness. What came next however, made Leliana hesitate.

Plenty of time had passed since the Mark had been burned into her flesh, time spent learning how to control and manipulate it under the tutelage of her Master. But there were things about it that neither really knew about, even a couple that Leliana had kept hidden from [member="Darth Ophidia"]. The assassin stretch out her left hand, focusing the Force down into the limb and towards the mark that remained hidden beneath the cloth wrapping.

It immediately burned, and Leliana gritted her teeth to hold back the pain. She felt the feedback stretching across her arm, like veins snaking their up from within. That same burning sensation struck her eyes, shifting from a dark brown to a sickly amber colour. Leliana let out a small sigh as the pain dissipate, leaving nothing but silence.

Leliana...

Except for that voice. It had been a more recently development, one that Leliana had omitted from her reports to Ophidia. She had no idea what it was, where it came from but neither was of importance right now. Leliana needed to use the mark now, she'd bare with its annoyances as a consequence.

She made a run towards the rooftop's edge, picking up speed as she drew closer. The moment she was airbourne, Leliana threw out her left arm. An arm of coalesced Darkside energy wrapped around the assassin's hand and fired towards the opposite roof. It's clawed hand slammed into it, sharp fingers digging in like a grappling hook. Leliana let it pull her forwards, soaring across the gap and onto the rooftop. She fell into a roll, not pausing for a moment as she stood up and ran for another jump.

A spike of the dark side of the Force erupted each time Leliana jumped. It was muffled to the best of the assassin's abilities; to what Ophidia had taught her so far. But it was hardly close to perfect.

 

[Orion Darkstar]

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Kaine's Siqsa Battle Armor (Pre Cursed)
War's Edgehttp://starwarsrp.net/topic/107635-wars-edge/
[SIZE=10.5pt]x1 Sith Lightsaber | x1 Valis Worship Lightsaber (White, No special features.)[/SIZE]

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It was simple to think that hope could trump everything. Clearly, for those that thought so simply, they never met the influence and ill bending force like, The Sith Empire. Worse even, the Sith Assassins, who in all regard, were at times; far more terrifying than the power house of the Empire. They operated in the ever stretching darkness of the galaxy. It was no different for the planet of Jaminere, nestled deep in the Tion Cluster. In fact, many of the Sith Assassins were already present. Their objectives were to eradicate anything that tried to stop them. After all, how can you stop something you never knew was there to begin with?​

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They wouldn't. They would fail just like the thousands of others that came before them. Of course, the unrest that was resulting long before they managed to claim the planet for themselves, made things a little more difficult. Then again, it went full circle, nothing was that simple in the galaxy. It took sacrifice to make it to the top, nothing more. For all Sith, large sacrifices were what brought them closer to the force; or rather, the darkside of the force. Still, it granted them the right to claim their own territory, civil unrest or not.​

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The signature in the force almost disappeared as he turned the corner. Orion had learned the necessary capabilities of utilizing force senses correctly. He had to. Being an assassin meant that stealth and precise networks of attack points had to be flawless. Unorthodox than most, thanks to the teachings of his old master Krest, Orion was capable of doing exactly that in a aggressive manner. To take the place as the Red Assassin would take time, slowly he would reach the pinnacle of his own training regiments. All to fill the shoes of a greater man before him. That matter little to him now, he was solely here to protect and eliminate the impending opposition. He felt it through the force like a tugging string of annoyance. The presence was weak, but enough to cause the same uneasy feeling he got before every confrontation. ​

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Carefully, he slipped between the stone blocks that sat just at the entrance to the capital building. His armor kept him hidden well. His golden mask was swallowed by the engulfing shadows as he knelled. Something far more powerful spiked to the tippy top of his paranormal senses. It felt oddly familiar, almost as though the distant memory of the scarlet killer flashed to the forefront of his mind. It was her, the one responsible for Krest's death. It had been so long since, it mattered less and less each day. The only thing he held onto was filling the old man's shoes as a rightful assassin. Unsure of where Kaalia could be he followed through. ​

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Jumping he reached for the outstretching statues at the top of the building and landed softly onto the stone work. His eyes scanned below for any approaching threats. He wouldn't allow the building to breached, Orion was confident this time. The new layers of his armor gave him more to work with. It was only a matter of time before he spilled the blood of his enemies. He channeled over to the key leader. ​

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"In position, nothing yet."​

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[member="Kaalia Pavanos"] | [member="Darth Ophidia"] ​

 

[Vilaz Munin]

Location: Jaminere | En route to Trade/Port Station
Allies: The Sith Empire | [member="Koda Fett"] | [member="Khonsu Amon"] | [member="Darth Saarai"] | [member="Tabigarashu Madara"]
Enemies: The Rebellion | Fel Imperium | Republic Remnant | [member="Ursula Toher"] | [member="Jaster of Clan Awaud"]
Objective: Cease your resistance
Gear:

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• Armor
• Beskad
• Knife
• Rifle
• Pistols (2)
• Impact Grenades (2)
• Sonic Grenades (2)
• EMPs (2)

Like his fellow Mandalorian the infamous Bounty Hunter, Koda Fett, what was a man like Vilaz doing in a world such as Jaminere other than being paid for his quality services to the Sith Empire? It was quite simple actually as his Sith and Imperial associates needed some hands such as Vilaz to quiet a rather pest that was rioting and storming the streets with protest and threats. Thankfully it didn't spread wild and was just somewhat of a minor issue. Still they needed to demonstrate what happened to those that opposed the dominance of the Sith and the Munin was an excellent instrument for that. Of course, the one condition the Mandalorian Warlord agreed to was not cause significant collateral damage to Jaminere. It was a world of riches, and it would be a waste if Vilaz escalated the damage by burning things into ashes and devalue the worth of Jaminere.

So with that said, he would make a show of what happens when one went out of line and try to usurp the Sith. And he was rather creative at it, not limiting his imagination to make sure order was instilled. He did admire their bravery, but it was a rather idiotic type of it. The Concordian thought that the fear he poisoned in the hearts of the hopeful would come to their senses and know what was best for them. And it did work...

...until now that is.​

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Alarms blared and reports about the Trade Station was sent to Vilaz, a detachment of Munin clansmen he brought, and other Imperial personnel via encrypted comms. Quickly and ready as always, the Munin Alor and a squad of his own kin, rushed out to one of their modular transports (heavy armor and a mounted machine gun) and drove to the station. They could've used their jetpacks and make way for their destination, but Vilaz was in no mood of being shot by some marksman. This wasn't an open battle from the little knowledge he gathered and needed to use the right, efficient tactics for this task. He was not alone in this as he was joined by Koda and a Thyrsian warrior, Khonsu. Never had he fought side by side with the latter or his kind, but he had nothing against the Thyrsians. He did, however, understood that they saw the Echani as mortal rivals which was enough to see them as friends and allies due to his prejudice against the Echani.

"We're arriving at the site, Koda. Tell me what you see and know so far," the warrior said to his fellow Mandalorian.

And in front of him was Khonsu and his Sun Guards in their troop transport. Who was in command here? No one really, but he assumed somewhat of a triumvirate leadership as all three men didn't see any other authority above them unless they received special instructions from the Sith-Imperial chain of command that employed them.

"Right behind you, Amon. Covering your rear," the Munin hailed to the Thyrsian. They were nearing the Trade Station and his warriors took the time again to make sure they were ready as they were treading unknown waters that could be filled with unwanted surprises. So far they had known that a team of hostile special forces infiltrated the station and claimed it for themselves. Possibly it could be trap, but that was something they would have to see for themselves.

 

[Farah]

Location: Capital triage unit
Objective: Deal with the aftermath from the previous attack, wait wh—
With: [member="Joycelyn Zambrano"]

“You’re done for now, there’s nothing much left to do.” Farah very much had an “I’m the doctor here” attitude because she was…the…doctor here. Still, she’d had her fair share of wily patients, sometimes they’d even try to resume tearing each other apart while being treated. Usually this was where Force stun came into effect, but that was situational.

The Zeltron doctor began to pick the little bits of shrapnel from Joyce’s skin, grunting in approval as her handmaiden started to disinfect the open wounds. But the shrouded woman stopped suddenly, face fixed as if she were staring off into the void. Farah’s lips parted as she was about to grumble a get back to work when the handmaiden spoke, voice sounding as if she’d spent a week on Tatooine without anything to drink. Her arms twitched and spasmed which was enough for Farah to pause, pair of forceps coming to a stop.

“Jedi?” She sounded like she didn’t quite believe Pythia. “Here? You can tell all that from a seizure?” Farah knew that the Force could do strange things—grant visions and the like, but she didn’t have much experience with the esoteric.

But the street around them began to get rowdy. Comms were going off indicating further attacks. Swords were bursting into flames.

“Alright.” She relented. In general Farah was strict with her patients, protective even. But if they really were under assault from the Jedi, then an 8 foot tall warrior woman couldn’t hurt their chances.

Placing a hand on Joyce’s abdomen, Farah tilted her head down and stared. She’d been told that this whole Force thing was easier when your eyes closed and you tried to disassociate or whatever, but for her she found her abilities would only manifest with feelings of intensity. With the urgency and adrenaline of an impending invasion, she was able to feel the internal damage. “Hope you’re not afraid of needles.”

One koltca injection later and the doctor was waving her sort of sister off the hovercart. “Go. Take this with you.” The woman would be handed an adrenaline stim. “Don’t die, then find me when this is over so we can get you sorted out properly.”

Doctor’s orders.

 

[Rujat Aola]

Location: Spaceport, outside of the Capital
Objective: Hide and wait
Allies: [member="Jakkor Kess"]
Enemies: [member="Darth Filiae"] [member="Darth Imperia"]
Soundtrack: We Cool

While Jakkor and the small rebel team carefully placed the explosives, Rujat packed herself as full as she could with medical supplies, filling all available pockets that did not have a weapon stowed away - her armaments were primarily just a blaster and a vibro-dagger. The Twi’lek was not a soldier nor was she a Jedi, though the Tusken had began to teach her the basics of what she could do with the Force. Her slender pinkish fingers felt in an inner pocket and pulled out a pinch of sand from Tatooine.

“Tae ji burihnesa rol, Do toyid go fiyet jemalet bo cea y t'arehan."*

Her companion approached, appearing more nervous than she’d ever seen him before despite how much harsh adversity they'd encountered together in the Jundland Wastes. By comparison, Jaminere seemed quite luxurious and safe. As though after this mission, the two would stroll side by side taking in the tourist sights and doing a little bit of shopping. “I don’t know if I should admit this, but I’m taking well to the wind in my face and on my lekku again.” A mischievous glint sparkled in her deep crimson irises, but the gravity of the situation caused her lips to curl downward. Not to mention the glare she received over her skin and head appendages.

“Tailheads,” sniffed a nearby Imperial bureaucrat with a uniform designating him as some type of low-level official. “How they’ve ended up here on Jaminere, I’ll never understand.” If he had a necklace full of pearls they would have been clutched given the smug ardor of his statement. “Good for nothing but entertaining,” his companion remarked with a leer.

Jakkor then pulled her along by her arm, and though the Twi’lek had a figure that could be described as robust, she’d been a dancer at Faddim’s Palace and taut muscles used to contortions and bending saw to it that Rujat nearly made it to their hiding place before he did.

“If it’s anything like the company that this planet keeps, they will be damaged more by the hatred in their own hearts than anything.” She glanced to the Imperials - no longer in their direct line of sight - who’d openly insulted her. When Jakkor placed the device in her hands she looked at it quizzically as though it was a foreign life form.

“No! Do not speak like that. I won’t leave you. I won’t.” She crossed her lekku in Twileki to let him know she loved him. Rujat hated defying him, and he knew that eventually she would follow his lead, but for now she could not think of traveling on the streets of Jaminere without her companion - not with such open hostility on display from anyone not of the proletariat.

*By the twin suns, I can't get rid of this stuff.

 

[Cassandra Paige]

Location: Antigone Communications (formerly Jaminere Communications Consolidated), Palace District
Allies: TSE, [member="Itash Mecetti"] [member="Jacen Vadith"] [member="Tsisaar Taral"] [member="Sebastian Thel"]
Enemies: We'll see
Current Objective: Project Oversight

She accepted the pad, grey eyes flickering over the contents. Her eye brows slowly arched up.

"Well well, isn't that interesting."

They had both done work for the Empire in the past. In truth, the roll of this particular imperial machine had been good for both of their businesses. Partly because the Empire had credits nearly to burn with their current holdings, from Kolto and Bacta to Banking to entire Factory Planets- but also in part because Cassandra and Itash were very, very good at making a situation work to their advantage.

It was a fine combination as far as she was concerned.

"We should yes," she said, handing him back the data pad. "It's not often the Sith will come to us for help." It was matter of fact, simple. "And I see no reason to not give them what they want in this instance, and turn it to our favor later."

The trio would be allowed access to the building and the hub in the lower levels. They would be met and escorted by Didact security and treated with every possible respect.

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[member="Cedric Grayson"] and others, tagging here as before just in case, will start actively tagging if ya'all end up here

 

[Jaster Awaud]

Location: Jaminere | Trade Port Station
Enemies: The Sith Empire | [member="Khonsu Amon"] | [member="Darth Saarai"] | [member="Tabigarashu Madara"] | [member="Vilaz Munin"]
Allies: The Rebellion | Fel Imperium | [member="Ursula Toher"]
Objective: Hold the Supply Depot.
Gear:

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- Armor, - Blaster Rifle, - Pistol, - Phrik Vibro-Blade

Walking the main hanger bay he looked through the Supplies that he brought to the planet through his old United Trade Conglomerate contacts on the planet. It use to be a Silver Jedi Planet and for many years he had dealings with the Tionies that using fake transponders and posing as a Merchant Fleet was childsplay for him. His hope was to go unoticed until the battle in the capital went off, and his forces could attack the near by garrison. Taking the port was easy as black operations were second nature to him, as well as fighting the Sith Imperialist was starting to be a common theme for him.

It was at this time that a Imperial Knight ran up to him and offered a salute. Jaster put the Data-Tablet down and returned the salute. The Knight spoke up, "Sir, a transmission was sent out of the Port, though it was only a series of clicks and beeps, I thought to bring it to your attention none the less."

Interesting, "Understood, Sir Glemor, have the knights pull back here and have the Shadow Legion take up defense positions in the entrance way and have the droid take up rear guard positions as reserves, lets have the Tower rigged to blow and finish placing the Jammers." It would seem hiding and waiting was no longer.

"Understood Sir." The Knight saluted and went off to fill out his orders. This mission was about to get a little more troublesome then he assumed, and that's what made it all that more fun. A rush of fire pumped through his veins as his Sensors picked up another individual that did not have a Black Out IFF Tag. His Mandalorain blood was boiling to see what kind of Sith was willing to take up arms against him. He pulled his Phrik Blade from out of his scabbard as well as his Pistol from its Holster as he began to approach the Unknown Being that pinged his sensors.

His boots metallic clicked as with each step the Magnetic Grips kept him planted to the floor, he readied his wrist Light shields and continued to look at the outline of a man attempting to hid. However, he did not feel a force presence from this individual though. Years of hunting Force Users built up a gut feeling, he still did not want to take anything to chance and pulled up his blaster to point it at the wall that [member="Koda Fett"] was hiding behind. Did this man really think could send a signal without someone notices."Well hello there."

*Bang-Bang*

This person knew too much so instead of giving a warning he decided to fire armor piercing slugs into the duracrete wall that separated the two. Nothing that could penetrate, but he would now know Jaster knew he was there.

Space Port Garrison:

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25 Imperial Knights, 120 Shadow Troopers, 50 NN-2 Battle Droids

 

[Romi Jade]

Allies: [member="Cedric Grayson"] [member="Cenric Marus"] [member="Lyra Sarn"] [member="Jax Vandal"] [member="Ari Vox"] [member="Kamon Vondiranach"] [member="Avoim Oeymo"]
Enemies: [member="Darth Ophidia"] [member="Kor Vexen"]
Location: Lower Districts - Sewers

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[youtube]https://youtu.be/VTsD2FjmLsw[/youtube]

"Reveal yourselves...There is nowhere you rodents can hide that we will not see. Do so and perhaps you will be met with a merciful end."

Her eyes darted about the warehouse, she felt the voice deep in her chest; each and every word. Her next breath settled everything. Her fingernail skimmed but the surface of her hilt...the tension in her arm had vanished just then. Fortunately for the team, their planned wasn't stalled. She approached the edge just as the magma cooled. The splash below gave way to a warm and thick gust of air...though by time it got to them it lacked any power.

Sigh

"This just got interesting." She'd let a few others proceed first, "Alright."

However a quick glance over, and she noticed a a subtle gesture as if Cedric confirmed something.

"Romi...I"

Her eyes twitched in confusion, though after a spare second she recognized the voice entirely; Kamon. Her next step was completely inactive, "You're important, Romi. Right now you're searching for yourself and I get that. I've been there before. But you're important, so please be careful. I know you'll look after the others, but look after yourself, too. Promise me."

Her eyes fluttered, but her daze ended just as soon as she fell under its spell. She assumed he was staying behind. Kamon had been a peer of hers for quite some time now...seemingly unimpressed with her in the beginning he continues to stress that she's important now. Even now...she's oblivious to what exactly he means and why.

Her blonde hair shone, reflecting highlights from what little was able to creep inside the building. She bent her legs at the knee and then propelled herself up just for gravity to take her down the entire five meters. Landing in a slightly crouched position, she refused to become submerged in the water. Her landing was immediately followed by stride after stride as she ran with the others towards the destination.

Though she felt a chill rush down her spine...she wasn't completely sure as to what it meant just yet.

 

[Darth Imperia]

Location: Right Outside the Space-Port
Objective: Protect Sith-Imperial Assets
Allies: [member="Darth Filiae"] | The Sith Empire
Enemies: [member="Rujat Aola"] | [member="Jakkor Kess"]
Equipment: Sera's (But actually Imperia's because Possession) Cybernetic Suite | Lightsaber (Standard) | Hermes Holopad | Thermal Goggles | Armorweave Jacket

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Imperia chuckled at Filiae's question. Under normal circumstances, she might have taken offense to her skills being doubted, but she was in a good mood today. "I'll admit that it's been a while since I've seen combat, but I promise you, I'm more than capable of distracting a handful of misguided rebels for a few mome-"

Imperia wasn't often rendered speechless, but there were a few things which could do the trick. Today, 'detachable eyeball' got added to that list. The knight had to admit, she hadn't seen that coming. Handy, though. It was also the sort of thing that made people uncomfortable, seeing a disembodied eyeball floating along beside you, which was good for what Imperia had planned. Still wearing that confident grin, the Sith stepped forward, closed her eyes, and reached out into the spaceport with the Force.

Now, under normal circumstances, it was illegal for one of the Sith - or anyone else, for that matter - to use the Force on an Imperial citizen, at least in an offensive fashion. Fortunately for Imperia, the Assassins didn't officially exist under Imperial Law, and were as such free to ignore it, so long as they either had a good reason or didn't get caught. Preventing a terrorist attack almost certainly counted as "a good reason," and even if it didn't, well. This was going to be fun anyway.

Imperia's will spread out across the port, poking, prodding, probing the minds of its occupants for weakness. She found plenty of it, but that was to be expected - she didn't think too highly of those without the Force in the first place, and the stress of regime change, even when it was so obviously for the better, was sometimes too much for the poor darlings to bear. The Knight ever-so-gently wrapped the minds of a few key targets - a nearby imperial officer, a mother with her children, an overworked office jockey or two - in her embrace. It was merciful, in a sense. In that split second where their wills were no longer their own, the stresses and troubles of life no longer troubled them. And then, with only the tiniest twinge of guilt, the Knight ripped that away. A few screams rang out from within the spaceport as comforting oblivion was replaced with icy, jagged fear.

"That should give us some cover, don't you think?" Imperia opened her eyes once more, her smile somehow even more self-satisfied than it normally was.

 

[Elijah Brockway]

Location: En-Route to the Trade/Space Port.
Primary Objective: Reclaim the Trade Port.

Secondary Objective: Search for Survivors.
Gear: Everything on his bio except for his lightsaber pike.
Allies: The Sith Empire, [member="Tabigarashu Madara"], [member="Koda Fett"], [member="Vilaz Munin"], [member="Apophis Natuu"]
Enemies: Unmarked Hostiles (Republic Remnant, Fel Imperium, The Rebellion.) [member="Jaster of Clan Awaud"], [member="Ursula Toher"]

Between Khonsu Amon and his team of mercenaries, the vehicle was full of sound. The trundling rumble of the engine only contributed to the noise, drowning out any thought and leaving those unprepared for it falling into a mental lull. Lesser men could fall prey to this, their minds - overstimulated with the potential of battle looming in their imagination - latching onto the hypnotic vibrations, an attempt to calm them that belied the anxiety rushing just beneath the surface.

Lesser men, when thrown into battle, often did not survive.

Khonsu Amon was no lesser man. Nor were the Sun Guards with him. Nor, even, the Mandalorians they found themselves allied with, against the trends set by the mutual history Thyrsians and Mandalorians had with each other. Indeed, the Mandalorians themselves deserved some respect, for the consummate warriors they were, akin to the Sun Guards in mindset if not in culture.

In the circumstance all of the above now found themselves in, their abilities both as warriors and as comrades would serve them well. But, among any such group, there would always be one who must be set apart in some way. Within Khonsu's vehicle was one such man, clad in black, contrasting his gilded companions or the dull-coloured plating of the Mandalorians. Where the others made some noise, he was silent and still. While the others checked their rifles and pistols, he turned a simple hilt loosely in his fingers. Beneath it all, where others might be contemplating tactics, reviewing their orders, or otherwise preparing, his mind latched onto a singular thought.

These rebels dared to question the authority of the Sun Guards and the Mandalorians they would meet today.

They dared to question the authority of the Sith, who had, by right of might, claimed the planet as their own.

Most egregiously, they dared to question the authority of the Force, which had vested power in the Sith and their empire, to spread their - to spread its - dominion over the stars.

And in so doing, they dared to defy him.

Beneath the impassive face of his helmet, Ikilwa Arregai seethed with rage at the temerity of the rebels, who thought themselves and their wants greater than what the Force had willed to happen. Around him, the Force seethed, its invisible energies writhing as Ikilwa's wrath seeped out into it, ready to be twisted with a single effort of will into whatever effect would serve to best educate the rebels as to the consequences of their defiance.

Once Khonsu had finished conferring with either of their allies for the moment, Ikilwa quietly spoke up, his voice toneless and robotic, at odds with the roiling energies surrounding him. "The Force has willed that we claim this planet as our own, and these heretics have sinned against it." His grip tightened almost imperceptibly on the lightsaber hilt in his hand, as some of the anger he felt slipped into his voice.

"The wages of sin is death, my brother. Suffer not the heretics to live."

 

[Sebastian Thel]

Location: Communications Hub
Objective: Decryption
Allies: [member="Jacen Vadith"], [member="Tsisaar Taral"], [member="Cassandra Paige"], [member="Itash Mecetti"]

Few words were exchanged between Sebastian and the two Sith as the speeder continued towards wherever they intended to take him. Shifting uncomfortably in his seat, he glanced from one window to the other as he avoided the gaze of each Sith and tried to decide for himself just exactly what was happening. The human man sitting to the right of him finally spoke and revealed the truth surrounding the situation.

"I see." Was all Sebastian said as he gazed out of the window. The Sith had picked him to be their beacon through which enemy transmissions were filtered. So far they had treated him well as a citizen while he lived under Imperial rule. Time would only tell if that remained to be seen.

The man of an aquatic species sitting to the left of Sebastian said nothing, who had to avoid staring at his black eyes throughout the trip. The speeder car arrived at the communications hub and the guards filed outside, along with the three of them. Carrying his briefcase in one hand and gripping the satchel around his neck in the other, Sebastian had no idea just how long he would remain their captive, although he assumed that "captive" was not their intention.

That did not make him feel any less uneasy.

They entered the building housing the communications, where they were met by security forces and escorted through several corridors, then down flights of stairs to the lower levels where a series of underground bunkers were waiting. Standing in the doorway, Sebastian felt the push of an Imperial's guard's blaster on his back as he was ushered into the room. Stations and computer terminals beeped, along with communications devices and an array of equipment used to decipher coded messages.

 

[Priscilla Utorna]

Location: Trade Port, Capital
Objective: Booby trap the entrances to the Trade Port
Allies: The Fel Empire I The Rebel Alliance I Direct: [member="Jaster of Clan Awaud"]
Foes: The Sith Empire I Direct: [member="Ikilwa Arregai"] [member="Tabigarashu Madara"] [member="Koda Fett"] [member="Vilaz Munin"] [member="Apophis Natuu"] [member="Darth Saarai"] [member=Khonsu Amon]
Equipment: Vibrosword I Standard Blaster pistol I Standard smoke grenade I Basic leather tribal dress

By the time she had reached the rendevouz point she was a little disappointed to see everyone, including the team's commander, was now missing, save for a few regular Shadowtroopers.

"Is the entire place secure?"

One of them turned around, surprised to see that the elder had undertaken this trip, of course any emotion was masked by the signature helmet the Black Ops team wore.

"I believe so... well, it was. The Commander went to dispatch an infiltrator, and we've got reports of... something sending some sort of code to an external threat."

Her finger poised on her chin, moving with the rest of the guard to take up a defensive position around the entrance. Well... surrounded yet again. "Do we have any explosives? May as well rig anywhere they could enter from. We've got the element of surprise - sort of - for now, so let's use that to our advantage. Oh, and do we have any spare weapons? I imagine bringing a vibrosword to a blaster fight will be my undoing." chuckling softly.

One trooper threw their sidearm at the Major, the others organizing some sort of basic attempt at setting a trap for what they would soon know to be the Sun Guard; though Ursula had a sneaking suspicion that the Sith wouldn't be so stupid as to enter through conventional means. Amidst her thoughts the sound of a weapon firing went off, interrupting her critical thinking. "It seems Jaster has found the infiltrator... alright, let's get these explosives set up while we've still got time."

 

[Lemon]

JAMINERE

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SPACE PORT

The T-Visor of Fett's helmet glanced all around, seemingly staring into walls at times as the HUD displayed orange-hue'd outlines of Rebels intent on shattering the Sith Employer. "Insurrectionists." His voice spoke softly over the comms to the Golden Company and Munin. Beneath that helmet was nothing more than expressionless face, perhaps instinctively squinting in an attempt to see further- yet to no avail. For now, the Mandalorian was providing reconnaissance for the larger force on it's way. Fortunately, Koda was rather use to moving stealthily in the heart of enemy territory. Unfortunately, another Mandalorian with technology similar, or identical in some regards, to his own was certainly not accounted for.

An approaching visage drew near, and with it Fett began to back away from the corner in a crouched position, his eyes remaining on his previous position. The tight grip on his Blaster Carbine tightened with each passing second, waiting for the moment in which that figure moved it's way inside his line of fire.

Duracrete cracked following the sound of a powerful blast emitting from a weapon. The Bounty Hunter was certain he could take the man who 'hunted' him, although, then came the issue of near two-hundred men bearing down onto him. For now, he deemed it a wiser choice to hide away. Pathetic, yes, Fett knew this much. Sometimes you sacraficed personal dignities.

Such is life.

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Allies: The Sith Empire - [member="Khonsu Amon"] | [member="Ikilwa Arregai"] | [member="Vilaz Munin"] | [member="Tabigarashu Madara"] | [member="Apophis Natuu"] | [member="Darth Saarai"]

Adversaires: The Rebellion - [member="Jaster of Clan Awaud"] | [member="Ursula Toher"]

 

[Jacen Vadith]

JAMINERE

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COMMUNICATIONS HUB

In truth, Jacen was a more than just disappointed to hear that he was acting as a babysitter to the braniac. He figured himself for one among the front-lines, defending the Sith Empire. None of this patriotism had washed over him before, but now it consumed him. Similar to how a child does not want something until it is in the hands of another. The comparison was eye-opening, to be sure. Ultimately, however, Vadith acknowledged that everyone had a role to play, and if this was his then so be it.

As the speeder closed in on the Communications Hub owned and controlled by Didact Solutions, Jacen adjusted himself within his seat, preparing for a departure. "Down there." His eyes darted, gesturing with his hand at a vacant landing pad.

"Thank Mr. Mecetti for me." His bland and seemingly distracted voice spoke, offering a nod and a faux smile to a Didact employee. He did mean it, though. Something was just 'off' is all.

The trio began to descend into the facility, moving deeper and deeper, passing locations that were irrelevant to them and their mission. Ultimately reaching the location in which their 'captive', or so the individual deemed himself, was to begin cracking codes, deciphering the unknown language the Rebellion spoke to each other in.

"Get to it." The Sith ordered, glancing about the room with a distinct boredom lingering in his gaze. All the beeping consoles, flashing buttons in the galaxy couldn't ensnare in his attention. This was simply outside of his field of expertise, forcefully admitting that someone more intelligent was suited. He didn't like that.

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Allies: The Sith Empire - [member="Sebastian Thel"] | [member="Tsisaar Taral"] | [member="Cassandra Paige"] | [member="Itash Mecetti"]

Enemies: The Rebellion

Spoiler

[member="Cedric Grayson"] - The same as the rest

 

[Cenric Marus]

Sewers
[member="Ari Vox"] | [member="Lyra Sarn"] | [member="Cedric Grayson"]

Cenric remained quiet, but he stayed upon the path that his master pointed him on.

He took point like the other woman had told him to, his training saber cradled within his fingers. The training that he had received so far was enough to at least make him move forward, and his Lorrdian traits allowed him to see a little better than the others within the dark. He glanced for a brief moment at the wrist mounted datapad he had taken from their equipment stash, watching the map that Lyra had put up on it for him. "Left."

The young Padawan said quietly as he lead the way.

Their objective would have to be reached quickly if they wanted to do anything at all, particularly because of the chaos that was strewn out on the world above them. His fingers tightened and he glanced back for a brief moment to make sure that the others were still there. He frowned as they came upon a small sewer grate, a lock holding the door in place. The rusted metal flaked away as he touched it.

He frowned, then brought his boot down onto the grate. There was a loud creak, and then the lock gave way.

Without much hesitation he pulled himself through, motioning for the others to follow.