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Faction Punk Tactics | Relephon Campaign



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As the first month drew to a close, the rebels' progress ground to a halt three miles from Charhelm, the river between them, and their prize filling with blood.

Relephon IV was mostly tropical, the most populated of Relephon's moons, and home to House AlGray. The seat of their power rested on a hill overlooking the crescent bay that Relephon IV's capital, Charhelm, spilled into and over. Once it'd been imposing on its own, but now its towers were matched by the city spires that rose to the sky.

Defensible, protected from the elements, and resource-rich, Charhelm would be an essential base for any Hapan rebels – and one the AlGrays could not afford to lose.

The Se'n Dorrin, drawn out of hiding by a splinter group acting on their own, seized a moment of distant chaos to move. Long-prepared traps were sprung as trade routes were shut down by piracy and interdiction mines. Se'n Dorrin cells leapt from hiding, making massive progress in the opening weeks despite the size of their forces. Their ideas and slogans leapt into public consciousness, spreading like wildfire through circles common and aristocratic alike.

The first problem faced by the Se'n Dorrin was a slow yet inevitable one – logistics. Even as the public drew closer to them, their lines drew farther apart. No longer were there single cells organizing a couple blasters and reading materials; they needed more supplies and soldiers than ever before. The rebels of Relephon IV felt the strain on their supplies as they pushed closer to the capital, and farther from their bases.

Next was time; their momentum waned as the Consortium recovered from the initial shock. The Houses marshaled their forces and the Queen gave her orders. The jungles of Relephon IV became thick with blood and bodies, as things shifted onto even footing. Though the rebels adjusted, returning to more guerrilla tactics, their advantages became fewer with each passing day.

Last, perhaps, was their ideology. In a public statement they condemned the attack on Hapes as irresponsible – tactically unsound. But their radical militancy had not been fully seeded throughout the Cluster. In some places it bloomed; riots and disruptions sprang up across a dozen worlds, and many new rebels joined the Se'n Dorrin. Yet the violence caused was unabashedly brutal. Few among the Se'n Dorrin held any reservations about their place here: Freedom had to be won. It had to be taken, and taken wholly, not in part. They would accept no concessions, and no peace, until the men of Hapes were free, forever. Then, so too would be the women, and every other across the whole of the Cluster.

Even still, the escalating violence shook some followers' faith, while others fell further into a hatred of the women who ruled Hapes – and any other women in their path.

Their unyielding nature was a double edged sword. The progress of each day was harder fought than the last. On Relephon, now that the AlGray had gathered their forces, they leapt into battle in a furious counterattack, stopping the rebels' advance. Charhelm's position kept it safe from easy orbital strikes, the fearsome weapons of the fort of House AlGray forcing the Se'n Dorrin's few cruisers to stay in outer orbit, out of bombardment range.

The longer things went on, the more likely the Consortium would be able to reestablish orbital control. The longer things went on, the more public sentiment would turn against them. And the longer things went on, the more likely the Alliance was to intervene – and though many hoped otherwise, most knew that, were that to happen, it would be in the Hapans' favour.

No matter what legislation may be passed, no bill or law could protect them for all time, into the future. It could be repealed. It would be repealed. The Se'n Dorrin had to force the Consortium and Alliance's hands.

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As the GADF bears down on Relephon, the rebels begin their advance anew, recovering from their initial slowdown via the timely arrival of new munitions and supplies. In the space above, a small but crafty fleet of Battle Dragons and smaller ships use the cover of the moons to their advantage, intent on stopping the Alliance from gaining orbital control. On the ground below, unrest in the city of Charhelm approaches a boiling point. The Alliance must move carefully.

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Yo. This one's going to be a bit longer form -- I'll be presenting a couple of key obstacles and crises over the course of the thread; you're welcome to respond to them as you see fit or stick to one spot throughout. Don't be afraid to mix things up or switch partners part way through. I trust you to do something cool.

About the rebels: they're remarkably well-armed and equipped, sporting modern weapons and overall pretty tactically sound, leveraging a smaller force on good terrain to great effect. Make them feel tough, dangerous, and most of all, loyal to their cause.
 



The corvette began its descent into the upper atmosphere as Cael's team were circled in the Hangar. The crew chief in charge of the hanger gave a thumbs up that it had maintained enough stealth for the mission to continue. It looked like the 4th's services were going to be required, and Recon, as designed, got to lead the way.

"Team! I know this mission has kind of been put together last second, but listen up - this is the last time we're going over the briefing. We are the precursor to a wider deployment against these... rebels. They took things too far on Hapes and now they're bringing chaos to this world. As always the the 4th is tip of the spear - and we're going to be its point. To start off - we'll be splitting into 2 fireteams. I'll lead Fireteam Shrike and the L-T has Fireteam Khomm. The Scout-Sniper Element will conduct operations independently."

Pulling up a holomap that showed their entire area of operations, Cael focused on the drop zone - this was going to be the most dangerous part of their mission. One sensor blip from their ship or the tiniest glint off of someone's visor could foul the whole mission - experienced as he was, this was the thing that concerned him every time they did something like this.

"Our primary objective remains to gather intelligence. We need solid intel on rebel supply routes, signal outposts, patrol schedules, and troop movements so the rest of the Angels can wreak havoc once they get here. However, if the opportunity presents itself, we're authorized to take calculated actions to disrupt their operations - but only if they don't compromise the mission. This can't come back on us until the Battalion arrives. Time is of the essence, You get me?"

The officer couldn't help but smirk at the resounding affirmative of "We get you, Sir!"

"Then it's time to fall."

As the Talasea leveled off, Cael slid the helmet of his armor on, checked the seals, then ran off of the edge of the hangar bay - him and 9 other marines disappearing into the night. Even within his helmet he could hear the hiss of the cold upper-atmosphere air as they accelerated towards the ground below. Checking the drop zone on his hud, he tapped a few buttons and waited as they continued to get ever-closer and ever-closer. reaching the last few hundred meters, the Marine hit the button on his gravchute as the repulsors came to life slowing his descent safely to the jungle floor - the rest of his team doing the same.

As they secured their perimeter and formed into their elements, the recon team checked their comms one last time - making sure everyone had the same encrypted channels set.

"Team - Commence Operations."
 

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Valery had placed her trust in others to handle the negotiations.

Her skills, even though her presence as a woman was more sensitive now, were better suited to handling the violent rebellion. The Sword of the Jedi moved through the forest, the hilt of her double-bladed weapon in hand, and drew closer to her target. A settlement nearby had been taken, and with a decent clearance between it and the treeline of the forest, it was difficult to engage. Anybody who appeared from the forest stepped into an open field and was left exposed.

Snipers within the settlement took care of the rest.

The rebels, however, hadn't counted on Jedi leading the charge. She could provide cover for others, and she felt confident that she could reach enemy ranks without getting shot. Once inside the town, she suspected their lines to fall quickly.

It was only a matter of time.



 
It was hard for him to keep to the group. Kalon had never been patient, but the lack of action for the millennium knight had damn near made him wish for another few centuries of stasis. He’d opted to advance ahead of the group, against the cautions of Master Noble and the officer in charge of their GADF attachment.

We won’t drag your body back until the battle is over.

He scoffed at the thought, silently deriding the man as he trudged through the forest. Kalon had done far more and fought many more battles than that puffed up pile of bantha dung. No matter how much time had gone by, he was still the Dragon of the Outer Rim, however forgotten the title might’ve been.

Kalon stood at the edge of the treeline, watching for any sign of attack from the rebels, wondering if they’d grown so bold as to assume that they’d be able to secure another easy victory. Truthfully, he doubted that they’d try anything, from what he’d heard, the rebels were led by competent leaders who knew their way around a battlefield.

No, the Galactic Alliance soldiers and their Jedi allies would have to make a charge across the open field. The young Jedi assumed that what awaited were emplaced gun positions and no shortage of eager soldiers, no doubt incensed by foolish notions of ‘victory or death’. He sighed to himself, returning back to his own lines, sure that whatever happened, today would be a bloody day for all involved.

It didn’t take long before he made it back to Master Noble, greeting her with a smile as he fell in beside her.

“It’s like the reports said. Open field, no cover for a good while, we’ll be rushing straight into their killing field.” His words were calm and his tone cool, as if he was discussing the weather.

“It’ll be a hell of a day for the Defense Force.”

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Surveying his surroundings through a pair of macrobinoculars, Brak'rra's imposing physical presence would make him conspicuous in any other setting. However, within the confines of the forest, the Albino Wookiee appeared more in his element than he would within the limits of a settlement. Yet, due to the nature of his occupation, he had little say in the when or where his contractors sent him.

For this particular assignment, Brak'rra never had the opportunity to meet his contact; instead, he only received a datapad containing the location and a simple directive to disrupt rebel movements. The reasons behind the rebellion were of no concern to him; he had a job to do, and it needed to be completed. Lowering the macrobinoculars, Brak'rra opted to stow the TL-50 heavy repeater in favor of his Vibrolance. In this environment, the Vibrolance was a more suitable weapon until the surroundings opened up.

Performing one final check against a small portable holo-map he carried, Brak'rra ensured his heading was accurate. Based on the limited intelligence he had acquired, it seemed that these rebels had camps scattered throughout the surrounding area, making it the ideal starting point.
 

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Location: ANS Theselon
Allies: Kha'la Daaray Kha'la Daaray | Hapans | Galactic Alliance
Opposition: The Se'n Dorrin
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The Caldera Crisis had opened the proverbial Camtono of Ylesian White Worms and with the Galactic Alliance having stepped forward to assist Celanon and Yavin IV against the Sith Order, others had stepped forward to capitalize upon the ensuing Chaos. First, the planet Amar had been targeted by Pirates, a last strike against the Night Market before the planet joined with the Alliance; it had found itself swarmed by Pirates, Smugglers, and other Ner'do'wells that sought their opportunities. Even now, as the Sith Order had been pushed back from Celanon, the Galaxy watched as an undead horde swarmed over Yavin IV; and as one crisis was barely contained, another rose within the Alliance itself.
Not that long ago the Hapes Consortium had brought the Hapan Cluster into the Alliance, bringing with it thousands of planets and moons, hundreds of systems, and providing a much-needed boost in strength to the Alliance. Its joining, however, was difficult, as the culture of the Hapes did not seamlessly mesh with that of the Alliance; specifically in how the males of the Hapes Consortium were treated. The push came rapidly, and many demanded that the Hapans change to suit the culture of the Alliance, whilst others even advocated the use of force of arms to ensure that the Hapes Consortium complied.
Amelia, however, for her part, at least understood that you could not expect or demand that a culture that had thrived for thousands of years be upturned and shifted overnight with a single demand. Even the grace period that had been established and expected to be followed was ridiculously short when it came to expecting such a monumental cultural shift to be implemented and accepted. The woman understood both the ramifications as well as the complex cultural quagmire of the Hapes Consortium elevating males and doing away with a tradition that had been established in the first place because of how the woman had originally been treated by the Lorell Raiders many ages ago.
However, she was not there to tackle those questions, nor was she there in the capacity of any form that had authority to push legislation forward that would ensure that such action happened. No, she was there for a much simpler reason and it was a reason that she was well versed with these last hundred years or more. The Se'n Dorrin had taken the moment to strike, or rather, they had taken that moment only after a splinter group had taken a more destructive means of action; allowing the main group to gain a foothold and begin to project their power. They had expanded rapidly from their hiding spots, taking key locations and holding systems originally though unlikely to fall; it was House AlGray that had managed to stop the advance, and now it was her charge to secure the System and prevent the Se'n Dorrin from being able to slip away.
She stood silently on the bridge of the ANS Theselon, one of the newer Hapan Warship designs that had been deployed once the Consortium had joined with the Alliance. At its back was a small formation of Battle Dragons and Nova Cruisers, the workhorses of the Hapan Royal Navy, supported by a half-dozen corvettes and nearly two dozen squadrons of starfighters. Her golden-yellow hues peered out through the viewscreen as the vessel reverted to realspace, the thin lines of Stars returning to the pin-pricks that danced upon the black tapestry as the formation moved into the Relephon System, poised to secure the Monarchy and prevent any further successes from falling into the Se'n Dorrin's hands.

 
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Scattered fires blazed inside Charhelm. While the main Se'n Dorrin force was making its next great push, many of their sympathizers were going bolder, rioting throughout the city. All this while storm clouds gathered amidst rising smoke. The Hapan royalists with much of their forces committed to fighting the rebels' renewed offensive were becoming hard pressed against these riots. All the while looters, both male and female alike were exploiting the chaos to profit off it.

On top of the central spaceport complex Minerva observed through hole-binoculars the ever raging mayhem. She put it down and sighed with a sombered expression underneath the helm. This is a galactic sized mess. Hearing footsteps Minerva didn't turn only for the Klantoonian Gakot, to stand beside her on the left. The Mandalorian immediately said.

"Status."

"We're ready Cap. Some of the new-bloods are a bit antsy but nothing we can't take care of. Of course a few are confused and frustrated about this situation with the Hapans.."

Minerva nodded in answer. It was more than understandable. Hapan society's treatment of men doesn't really fit the Alliance's philosophy of equality. Still she wasn't a senator nor a noble here to propose reform. That will have to be handled by those who are so hopefully or else there will be future tragedies by this.

"I know but the Se'n Dorrin are now radicalized into believing that mass murder is the only way toward liberation. Remind the new bloods of that."

Gakot shrugged his shoulders and was about to answer when Minerva's comms beeps and she held up the left hand and she listened into the message from command. Within the helmet she blinked as the message set in. Acknowledging it the warrior turned to the canine alien and declared.

"Assemble the whole company here on the roof. We have new orders."

Hearing that the Klantoonian did a quick salute before running off. As she waited for his return Minerva inspected her rifle like she did countless times. Blasterfire can be here from a distance with an explosion that rocked the south western area swiftly afterwards. Strike Force Talon will be fighting soon enough.
 
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Wearing: Nathan's Robes

Armed With: Training Lightsaber (Blue)

Capture Pistol (4 Clips)

Equipment: Med Kit

The combat shuttle he had been on had been shot down and had crashed deep in the Jungle. He had used the Force to reduce his injuries to that of a bruised ribcage in a crash that should have snapped his spine.

He awoke, in quite a lot of pain, and looked around, tore himself free of his harness with brute strength and immediately checked for survivors. There were none.

He kicked open the hatch was greeted by jungle and flames burning in the distance. War cries and blaster fire.

A blue blade extended from a worn hilt in his hand. A hilt he had been forced to use, rely on, the deeper he got into the Jedi Order, who would surely banish and imprison him should the details of his private affairs come to light.

He stepped out, deciding to look for help. He didn't like having so little gear, didn't like having to rely solely on the Force to stay alive in such a situation. (He was certain The Force, cruel boss that it was, was getting an absolute kick out of him being forced to rely on it more and more when he had originally wanted nothing more to do with it)

The Cruel Boss whispered to him to go North, and he did so, grumbling under his breath, his walk almost mechanical.

The glint of steel out the corner of his eye made him do a quick backward step away from the downward slice for his face, Deflecting Slashes from Nathan turning aside the follow up slices, which were lightning fast,

Well armored soldiers emerged from the bush, wielding a combination of swordstaffs and Force Pikes. They flanked him and struck, and he fell in to the Circle of Shelter technique, his world flashing blades and people he didn't know, who wanted him dead. There was no ruminating on the philosophy of the Jedi. Just a focus on staying alive to Destroy the Cult of The Brain Demon.

He must destroy the Cult. He must destroy it.

Careful footwork carried him away from the next set of swipes, the Cruel Boss telling him when and how to move, and moved him back to the wreckage.

The next deflecting Slash left one of his attacker's open, and he launched a kick because the Force told him to, and the one he kicked fell backwards onto a sharp, broken end of a branch, getting impaled through the heart and dying instantly.

Forced back on the defense by the relentless crashing of blades from the other warriors, executed a more powerful deflecting Slash that bounced a sword thrust away , injuring someone in the face and knocking him backward.

His defensive movements became bolder, baited one into slicing by dropping his guard, deflect slashing the thrust away and charging into him, grabbing him, and ragdolling him into two others, teleporting one of their Force Pikes to him.

He cast Force Stasis on the remaining four, set the pike to stun and proceeded to knock each of his frozen, paralyzed opponents out and back handed one of the three he had ragdolled back to unconsciousness.

"Oh yes, I'm off to a fine start. Such wonderful and accommodating locals..." he muttered dryly, shutting off his lightsaber.

"Let's go meet whoever else your servants decided to tick off..." he said to the Cruel Boss all around him as he started journeying once more into the jungle...
 
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Lucian wiped the sweat from his brow with a makeshift cloth, muttering curses under his breath as he grappled with the challenges of the dense forest. "Should have declined, Lucian. You're not part of that life anymore." The seasoned retired pilot let out a grunt of frustration while tightening the last bolt on his 'definitely not crash-landed' SS-54 Assault gunship. The ship's once vibrant reddish hue had given way to a faded, flaking pale silver, revealing the wear and tear of its many journeys.

Tossing the tool aside, Lucian surveyed his surroundings, a permanent frown etched on his weathered face. "Why couldn't these rebels find a spot in an open field? Plenty of space, picturesque views, and ample room for open fire ranges." He threw his arms up in exasperation. "But no, it had to be a nightmare in the woods!"

Returning to the gunship's cockpit, a metallic hand grasped a comlink as Lucian attempted to establish contact with anyone who might be within range.
 
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The village's "peace" was disturbed by the rumbling of a Vagrant freighter sidling into one of the fields just next to it. The welcome Enki received from the rebels was joyous; suddenly the town was a flurry of activity as the mass of cargo containers were shed from the freighter, their contents handed directly into the hands of the rebels.

The weapons he'd brought were one thing -- modern blaster rifles, disruptors, parts for a platoon of light repulsor fighting vehicles -- but he'd expected more of a reaction from the food. He'd picked out fresh stuff from proper Hapan markets, and kept it at the right temperature all the way over. Looking around, though, he saw a proper farming village providing for their own people.

The Se'n Dorrin had played their cards right, keeping their cells mostly locals. Many of the fighters here were home; many of the villagers had become fighters.

Not all, though. This place had the stench of death. Coming or going was hard to tell; Enki didn't plan on sticking around long enough to find out.

"I'd strike now if I were them." Sack, his bodyguard, picked at the dirt under their ship, his eyes glued to the treeline. Their freighter stuck out like a sore thumb; not only was it blocking sight lines, it was calling attention to their operation. These little towns and not having a proper spaceport. Enki hated them.

"Yeah." He lit a stim, took a puff, then handed it to the ex-marine. "We'll be out quick."

"It'll be an hour," Sack replied.


"Go check the surroundings, then."

"They're probably doing it now, though, aren't they?"

Enki looked a little closer, eyes aglow as he searched. Sack, as usual, spotted them first, pointing to a squad of well-camouflaged guerrillas crawling about in the jungle, keeping a careful watch even beyond the range of their snipers and heavy blasters.

Sack sniffed. "I got a bad-"

"Vac it." He took back the stick and rubbed his nose. "Go get the sonics. I smell Jedi."

He flicked the stick into the dirt, and they both got back to work.

"Hurry it up!" he snapped. "We've got other sides 'a dirt. Move!"
 

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"That's why we're with them, Knight Sal," Valery said with a knowing look. Even with Jedi cover, it was extremely difficult to cross this open terrain. Any and all air support to make up for the disadvantage was practically impossible for fear of civilians being among the rebels. So, there was only one option left. Under cover of Jedi and perhaps some armored vehicles, the GADF would have to strike hard, and waste no time doing so.

Every second wasted would cost lives.

"We need a clever spread of the troops. Not too bunched up, so we don't risk mortars or other heavier weapons from tearing us apart. But not too far apart either, or else we can't cover them." A careful balance, but Valery had fought in numerous wars, so there was no lack of experience to make it work.

"We'll both start at the front, but I might slow down to cover our flanks or the rear." Or offer protective barriers around the troops from the center or the back. There were more potential threats than blaster fire from straight ahead, after all. Valery then turned away, and with some guidance, the soldiers of the GADF began to assemble and prepare. Their commanding officers had everything covered, though for this mission, they knew they'd have to listen closely to their Jedi allies.

"Alright, we're ready to-" Valery paused as Lucian Apollo Lucian Apollo 's signal came through.

<Careful with your fire support. We're engaging the village, but it may contain civilians.> It would be so much easier to flatten the outskirts of the town before moving in, but she had a feeling the rebels weren't beyond keeping civilians there on purpose. These terrorists had already proven to be willing to take hostages.


"Knight Sal? Let's move out."



 
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The unexpected communication over the com-link caught the pilot off guard, half anticipating this cursed location to interfere with the signal. Quickly conducting pre-takeoff checks, ensuring that nothing was severely damaged after the crash that could hinder lift-off.

《Acknowledged, I'll remain on standby and monitor for any activity if more of these terrorists attempt to reinforce.》

With the message relayed through the communication channel, Lucian deftly manipulated the ship's controls, causing it to ascend into the air. The gunship's thrusters exerted pressure, dispersing leaves and debris as it cleared the tree line.

A chuckle escaped his lips, relishing the thrill of takeoff as if it never got old. He swung the aircraft to face the direction of the village he presumed was the one mentioned.

"Let's go provide some assistance, old girl," Lucian spoke through an adrenaline-fueled grin, propelling the aircraft toward the village while maintaining a cautious distance.
 



"Fools."

Kha'la stared out through the viewscreen aboard the Erenada and watched the Hapan fleet assemble. As soon as trouble had started within her Consortium, Kha'la had been escorted to the flagship of her Royal Navy. There, she would not only be safe, but it offered a platform from where she could speak to her people and command a response against the terrorists as well. Each and every one responsible was going to pay for what had happened.

<Captain von Sorenn? Let us secure the system and handle these rebels swiftly. I have no patience for these traitors.> She worked hard to keep the venom from her voice, but she wasn't here to talk. These people were going to be captured, if not killed, and none of them were going to escape the consequences of their actions.

The time to talk was over.

<Do they possess any ships to pose a threat? Or is it merely small craft?> She doubted that these rebels had somehow captured or built their own vessels, but she needed to remain cautious. If she wanted to keep the peace, she needed to take down these terrorists without significant losses of her own.

She needed a swift and decisive end to this rebellion.




 
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As chaos continued to mount throughout the capital Minerva and her whole strike force flew in their jetpacks while hopping from one roof to the other. The Mandalorian led the way at the front. Leaping off the next ledge she flew toward a construction site now abandoned due to the ongoing riots. Landing in a roll on a platform and with her blaster rifle in hand she ran forward among the planks. Soon the warrior was joined by many more. She headed into what was going to a conference room with a vantage point.

Looking down she saw the objective. It was the central security station now being assaulted from north west street. Blasterfire went back and forth on the streets and makeshift barricades. Using her helmet HUD she identified the Hapan security and royal soldiers at the latter. They were holding their own for now but Minerva can tell they were hard pressed by the sheer number of rioters throwing themselves in wave after wave.

Just when Minerva thought the defenders could hold their own when she saw a heavily armored speeder with a mounted turret turn the left corner. The gun centered on the barricade and fired. The resulting explosion tore the barricade into pieces, killing and wounding many. The rioters roared in cheers before surging forward.

Not wasting another moment she called out her first.

"Squads Four and One take out that speeder and provide covering fire! Squads Two and Three on me!"

Smashing the windows Minerva dive in with the two squads following suit. The remainder rain sniper and repeater fire down on the rioters. A missile stopped whoops passed Minerva struck the armored speeder but did little damage and sped forward. Noting its direction was the station itself, blasting holes into it. Minerva increased her thrusters before locking from behind at the engines and fired her jetpack's rocket.

It struck true, causing the vehicle to halt with a violent screeching of metal. Then another missile slammed into the turret, destroying it and most of the speeder. The Royalists outside the station rallied at the sight of that and kept shooting with their Alliance allies descending onto the scene. At the last moments Minerva slowed the landing to the ground alongside her troops. They took position at the central plaza using what cover there was. They and the security forces kept gunning down armed rioters that kept zealously charging forth, roaring.

"Liberation now! Liberation now! Liberation now!"

Aiming down the sights she blasted four insurgents each in quick blaster bursts before taking cover. Just as she did one of her soldiers took a bolt to the neck and slumped down dead next to her. Minerva looked up and saw from behind the rioters came men more armed and armored moving in squad formations.

"Of course. Their pawns take the bolts while they take the prize.”

Then she called in to the squads still up at the construction site.

"I want heavy fire on the enemy squads moving through the mob!"

"Copy that boss!" Irni said in the other end of the comm channel. Nodding Minerva then went back to shooting. This day was only getting started.
 
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Nathan proceeded cautiously through the jungle, Lightsaber active. He had been seeking out other Jedi, but had not found any except three so far, each already dead...

...cut down by a Lightsaber.

An enemy Force User. The Rebels had prepped.

Nathan had noted each had their Lightsaber taken, likely as a trophy by the killer. Nathan would have to stop this one fast. They had gotten a taste for it. He could tell by the cuts. Not sloppy. Delivered in ways that wouldn't be immediately fatal. The killer was big and tall too. The depth of the tracks in the dirt and mud put them easily at seven and a half feet.

The Killer had wanted the victims to suffer. Nathan wanted The Killer imprisoned or dead.

Even as he tracked them through the jungle, blaster fire ringing out, he questioned the wisdom of the Alliance intervening. Normally he didn't care about cultures, or the petty squabbles that were unique to them. He would make a play of caring if that was the easier route to go and it was beneficial to both parties. But he was apathetic normally to cultural troubles unless they interfered.

But this was a rare instant of him actually taking genuine notice.

Was helping a selfish, out of touch Hapan Queen really in the Alliance's best interest? Or the Jedi's? After all, by even the Alliance's own corrupt AF standards, The Hapan Queen was everything they claimed to oppose in a member government.

Maybe the decision needed to be taken out of the Order's hands, like it had with Thelma Goth Thelma Goth .

Am I actually considering using my reach to have the Hapan Queen overthrown? he asked himself as he crept through foreign leaves and brush.

Yes. Yes you are. he heard Syd Celsius Syd Celsius answer back through their bond. She knew everything he knew, everything he was thinking. Always. He couldn't see what she was thinking normally because every thought of her was clouded by the desire to end her life after the Cult was gone.

I didn't ask YOU. he snarled back at her telepathically. Be silent. I am trying to think.

Oh. You thought you were talking to Syd. Silly, silly Nathan...

A pool of green flames erupted, barring his path ahead, and from those green flames arose a translucent version of Syd Celsius Syd Celsius herself, wearing a Chromium Green Catsuit that fit so tight it looked like it had been painted on, rather than worn.

But something felt off about her presence. When he looked into her eyes, saw that familiar, almost playful stare, mixed with eyes mutated by the Light, (The whites of her eyes had gone bronze, and her irises had gone a dark green) he knew he was talking to the...creature...he had merged Syd with to save her life.

The Reflection smiled at him.

"Syd's still a mess, took me quite a while to fight my way back to the surface. I wish you could see it Nathan. See the inside of what's left in her skull more properly...even the twenty five percent of her that remains...The Battalion was a fool, stealing all the rote knowledge first, saving the core of Syd for last. She barely got to nibble at the core before you stopped her."

"Is there a point to your bothering me at work?" he grumbled, eye twitching at having to speak to her. It twitched like Inspector Dreyfus' eye twitched in all the Pink Panther movies where he has to talk to, interact with or even think about Clouseau. (In one of those movies, Dreyfus relapses back into total insanity after just five minutes of being around him. Watch it, it's hilarious.)

The Reflection was used to his emotions where she was concerned and remained non plussed.

"You were thinking of organizing a coup. A proper one, done surgically. Those thoughts concern me, because normally, I find your desires to be almost solely devoted to the Cult's destruction. And Syd's afterwards. But not this time. The crisis here has actually affected you...which intrigues me..."

"This is not the time." he replied.

"It never is!" The Reflection snapped back in genuine anger, voice going inhumanly metallic for a moment before calming herself.

"My Apologies, but you are difficult to deal with. It's like speaking to a wall..."

"A wall Phyre built. Brick by brick." Nathan hissed. "With my wife and daughter used as the mortar."

"I cannot change the past." The Reflection replied. "And remember, I wasn't a part of her until you made me part of her."

To that, Nathan had no reply.

The Reflection strutted around.

"So I figure, since I am just as much a part of this journey as you, why not actually offer some genuine feedback. After all...why should our Bond be treated as a curse? Why should we not take maximum advantage of it? Take now for instance..." the Reflection trailed, her flaming avatar circling him.

"My manifesting so far from where I am without using a magic ritual is only possible through our bond. A Bond you strengthened by the way. You could learn to do the same with me, in time..."

"What makes you think I want to, Abomination?"

"Says the man marrying the shapeshifting Vampire..." The Reflection replied, rolling her eyes.

"But anyway...it's not like you, thinking about initiating a coup. And what would you accomplish? What would you replace it with?"

"Whatever has the best chance of not leading to another pointless slaughter on a battlefield that will be forgotten in a week's time."

"Ah..." The Reflection trailed, her burning Avatar floating closer to him.

"And you feel you may be best suited to make that choice?"

"Not the best. Not even close. But I do not abide chaos. What's happening here is not a situation anyone sane desires. I would take the best option available to me, however imperfect."

"Dangerous thinking like that is what got your daughter in trouble..." The Reflection replied smoothly. "Take care that you do not slip too far into embracing her habits, if your choice of Lover is any indication. By the way..." The Reflection muttered, a faint smile of bemusement creeping along her face. "What is it Vera has that Arianna didn't? Try as I might even I could not fathom your choice, even though I have direct access. Your thoughts are curiously scrambled, conflicting when it comes to her..."

"That will never be any of your business." Nathan snapped.

"Oh I disagree..." The Reflection countered, the glow of her green flames lighting the jungle around.

"Even a Bond as cursed as ours has a sacredness to it. You will not be able to ignore it forever. Hell, you can't ignore it now. Imagine what we could accomplish. Imagine what we could create..."

(Cutaway of the Green Goblin sitting in an elegant chair by a fireplace)

(Green Goblin: OUT, AM I??!!!)

"You are spawned from a similar type of beast to the one who killed Lysandra. What makes you think I'd want to 'accomplish' anything with you other than the destruction of the Cult?"

"So you would kill me along with Syd? I was not the one who murdered your wife. I was not the one who seduced and corrupted poor Laertia. I was a non factor, didn't even exist when Lysandra was taken from you, and when I did exist the first time, I found myself imprisoned in the Sword Demon's realm during the latter part of your grievance." The Reflection stated calmly.

"But you are a Fragment of one who helped in the latter. Hell, from what Moya told me, Julia was obsessed with The Amalgam ever since meeting her the first time. Why should even a loose piece of that monster be permitted to walk away?"

"The shock of killing us both in the same body while we are bonded could kill you as well."

"I've been dead before." Nathan replied coldly even as he kept an eye out for approaching enemies. "I do not fear it as you cheating Spawn do, the way you create back ups of yourselves, always refusing to accept the full consequences of your mistakes, hiding dirty rotten pieces of yourself in caves and vaults, hoping for the unwary to stumble on to them and undo their stasis, so your insane bullchit can start all over again."

The Reflection was silent a moment, regarding him. She almost seemed...hurt...

"Has it not occured to you it is The Force's will we have this bond, wounded as it is? Perhaps we are meant to heal it, not shred it when it is of no further use."

"I refuse to be bound to you for the rest of eternity..." Nathan replied curtly, walking past her and through harmless green flames.

"You OR Syd." he continued. "Even if it means I die again."

"You may find that is an easy vow to make...but difficult to keep..." She trailed softly, the green flames dying down and fading away before she herself vanished, leaving him alone in the Jungle save for her presence in his head.

Nathan, was deeply, deeply rattled as he resumed his search...
 
Royal High Commander, Ducha of Charubah
Now Playing: "Everything Goes" by Ferry Corsten

The Balance of Judgement, a Charubah-Class destoryer specially outfitted by Royal High Commander Relina Zhan, Ducha of Charubah, dropped out of hyperspace into a high orbit above Relephon. The brilliantly hued gas giant was surrounded by many moons, the fourth of which was the targeted engagement zone. The ghostly blue vortex of Hyperspace broke into redshifting lines of stars and a smear of bright, multicoloured light as the Hapes Cluster and its Transitory Mists nebula filled the backdrop beyond the bridge viewport of the mighty warship. Lady Commander Zhan herself stood on the upper walkway flanked by two pits in which CIC officers worked tirelessly to ensure all combat systems were brought online.

Zhan waited until the rest of the fleet she brought along also reverted to realspace. Among them were other Charubah-Class destroyers, Hapan Battle Dragons, Nova-Class Battle Cruisers, Exactly one Mist-Class Carrier, Stella-class Frigates, and Baidam Corvettes. About eighty ships in all rapidly began to fill the skies above the moon on which an insurrection had been raging and the veteran Admiral at the helm of the flagship stood firm, steeling herself to her task.

"Fleetwide!" Zhan ordered sharply.

"Fleetwide, aye." a communication officer replied in acknowledgement as an electronic chime was heard.

"This is Ducha Relina Zhan, Royal High Commander of Her Majesty's Royal Navy. All ships, deploy pulse-mass generators and array the fleet in an interdiction formation. No one leaves or enters this space without going through us first. Any escaping or incoming ships are to be detained. Lethal force is authorized for any lack of cooperation." she said. "Begin landing troops via orbital insertion and prep fighters for close air support."

She then turned to her adjutant and gave him a nod. "Commodore Vash, you have the bridge. I am joining the air support personally."

"Yes, My Lady." Vash replied with a salute, which Zhan returned.

As Zhan left the bridge, white-and-blue armoured Royal Marines and a number of black-and-silver power-armoured Cyborg Warriors of her homeworld, Charubah, rushed past toward their stations while she headed to the pilot locker rooms to get into her flightsuit. Some were heading for the docking bays where dropships were prepared to take each echelon of troops down to the surface while others with orbital insertion training headed toward the drop pod bays. The ceiling lights of the sleek, beautiful ship pulsed red as the intercom resounded with orders from a female comms officer.

"Red alert! Marine Lances Alpha through Sigma, report to docking bays one and two. Major, take First Augmented Lance: hard-drop, secure a landing zone. Sergeant, take the first two flights of Marine dropships and follow them down. Both the Seventy-Seventh Tactical Fighter Wing and the Eighty-First Naval Squadron, provide top cover for both the First and Second Marine echelons." the lady's voice said, relaying orders.

Incidentally, an Augmented Lance was twelve Cyborg Warriors of Charubah (A lance being twelve soldiers, akin to a platoon), a special operations branch of the Royal Navy. Their nearest historical equivalent was the Imperial Deathtroopers from back in the First Galactic Civil War era in form and function, although this Hapan military section was older than that. Cyborg Warriors were most often deployed for high-threat response scenarios as well as high-security Marine escorts. Zhan knew her orders were probably overkill, but the presence of a high-threat response team being dropped in from orbit to the surface usually had the shock-and-awe factor needed to put down insurrections like this one quickly.

An Echelon was four lances consisting of forty eight Marines each lead by at least a Lieutenant Senior Grade. Two such Echelons was half of a Brigade. The Hapans were not playing around. Zhan, herself, was a hair's breadth from flat-out instituting martial law. She had, in fact, been considering the necessity of such an extreme measure as she changed out of her white-and-gold Admiral's uniform and into a carbon-black flightsuit. She fastened her gravity harness over it, per safety regulations, and secured her utility belt which held her repeating sidearm in a thigh-holster and her vibrorapier, Argen Ta'din .
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