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Campaign Return of the Jedi: SJC Campaign to TSE held Voss (Jabiim; Nespis VIII; Chandaar; Ossus, and Voss Hexes)


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The war between light and dark rages on. As the Sith strike at the core of the Silver Sphere-- Onderon, Kashyyyk, Myrkr-- the Silver Jedi seek to liberate an old friend.
Voss.
This is a Campaign for the following hexes: Jabiim; Nespis VIII; Chandaar; Ossus, Desevero, and Voss

Silver Concord forces have threatened the Parlemian trade route, but the true attack comes from closer to the rim along the Mara Lane.

Striking deep into Sith territory, the Concord makes its boldest move against the encroaching darkness. This is a Campaign for the following hexes: Jabiim; Nespis VIII; Chandaar; Ossus, Desevero, and Voss

The Silver Concord Fleet strikes at Chandaar. From there a small strike force breaks off for Ossus, whilst the main planetary assault group jumps for Voss.

  • Locations are set out below with general guidelines​
  • We're not here to stifle your creativity so please do collaborate with writers from the opposing side to flesh out your stories​
  • Please ensure you clearly label your location at the start of each post​

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It is dawn, the mountains wear a crown of mist and the golden landscape is blotted by the Silver Concord landing forces. Their goal is Voss-ka and the Tower of Prophecy.
  • Break through the defenses and secure the locations as peacefully as possible. We are liberators, not attackers. Set weapons to stun and use your creativity to go beyond bombs when near ANY civilians
  • This is the largest warzone, against a backdrop of a significant invasion
  • There is no need for anyone counting troops/casualties etc.
    • If you want to play a "tactical" battle like this with writers from the other side, the siege will be occurring outside the city of Voss-ka and away from the city streets.

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Small strike teams from the Silver Concord attempt to strike key Sith installations, such as the Great Sith Library.
  • This is intended to be a smaller, more personal setting set away from the imminent dangers of an all out war.
  • Here you can aim to retrieve important artifacts or secure vital data for the war against the sith. Perhaps you can find something that can turn the tides.
  • Groups from both sides engage in small skirmishes
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The main Silver Fleet holds at Chandaar. Sith Forces are quickly recalled from Ringo Vinda, where the attack had been expected.
  • The main naval engagement of the campaign
  • No fleeting limit, just the expectation that you be reasonable. We will approach those who are not being reasonable
  • A small Sith Force and the Silver Fleet begin in orbit, but the Sith reinforcements quickly arrive to cut off the flow of Silver troops into the Sphere. You are fighting to give our troops a chance to break by and make it towards their destination.
 
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Lady Ingrid L’lerim-Ragal
Empress Regent of the Eternal Empire, Overlord of the Eternal Empire, the Emperor's hand
The Red Witch; Director of Blackwatch; Baroness of Vengard, Head of the House L’lerim, CEO of the HPI Consortium
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Location: Tower of Prophecy, Voss-Ka, Voss
Equipment: 2x Sigra vibroblade | 2x Striith vibrosword | 2x red blade lightsaber shoto | Heilagr MK. I Assassin Armour| Shield talisman | G1 OmniLink | BCR-X10 Sniper Rifle | Empyrean gland | Taozin amulet
Allies: AMCO AMCO
Enemies: Mathieu Brion Mathieu Brion | Beltran Rarr Beltran Rarr
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Background music:
Sabaton – Rise of Evil

”Why is it, handsome, whenever we visit a beautiful planet, there will definitely be a war there? Don’t try to bring up Zeltros, because there they ruined our date, attacked and ruined my clothes as well. I know I destroyed the biot, but even then. I’m afraid in advance of what will happen when we try to get married.”

Playing over her words a little, she even put her hands on her hips. In the end, however, she couldn't stand it and laughed softly. So that no one was nearby, she did. In fact, the events of the last couple of weeks have still been pretty dreamlike. Ingrid almost died at the Bastion, then returned home to become Empress Regent, her engagement to the Sith Lord, the coup at home, and many other things. Others don’t get as much excitement in their whole life as she does.

As for the planet, she found it really beautiful, with the colours orange and gold. Everything, even the sky, was magnificent in such colours. Somehow the woman didn’t miss the snow from this place, it all made such a warm impression. It was hard to believe that it was under the rule of the Sith Empire and not a Light Side group. She knew her fiancé loved this place too, though he also loved Zeltros. Sometimes the red-haired woman thought Adrian had a pretty weird taste and it was hard to figure it out.

Now she didn't try to urge the Sith Lord, she knew it was very unlikely that she would succeed. In recent months, since they have been together they have learned this. And now she had a feeling that the man wouldn't even try to get out of here because she didn't want to let this planet get lost. She should have brought reinforcements, but this place was on the other side of the Galaxy and now Ingrid also had to think about how much it would cost to transport the fleet and ground forces here, and help against the Mandalorians anyway. Although she would have helped Adrian more if the Voss was closer.

~ What do you want us to do during the attack? Since you also have personal interests here, I guess you'd prefer to protect this planet than Bastion. ~

Ingrid did not deliberately say this out loud, who knows who could hear them, and within the Sith Empire, they were not happy about what Adrian was doing at Bastion anyway. So she was more careful. And to make the telepathic conversation safer, she had already added to her list to teach Adrian the coded conversation she had learned from Tacitus, if someone accidentally read their minds, they could only read a line of code from it and not that, which they really talked about.

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Kingsley

intergalactic bird of mystery
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BULK FREIGHTER ERAVANA
VOSS ORBIT.
CURRENT VIBE
"Rrrrawk! Its nothing personal..." Kingsley grinned, "Whatever you are."

(Just) Duncan (Just) Duncan cocked its head to one side. The little creature almost looked forlorn perched inside the freighter's airlock. He snorted in derision and raised his talon to eject the wretched stowaway into space.

"Utinni!" a bulky comlink on the smuggler's belt squawked.

"This better be important," he growled into the receiver. A frown creased his beak, "The what? Its what? Slow down! Blast it, I'll be right there. Don't touch anything! And you!"

He jabbed a talon at the goose in his airlock.

"Don't move. I'll be back to kill you later."

Captain Kingsley's bulk freighter was drifting over Voss broadcasting a false telesponder. The Hutts would never expect him to do something crazy like hide out in Sith space. Not when the Raykkans also had a death mark on his head. He climbed up a ladder and trundled off towards the habitation pod. A noisy holoprojector drew him towards his negligent crew.

"For the last time," he sneered at the jawas, "I will not buy you a rancor action figure!"

They were still pointing enthusiastically at the holonet, and it took Kingsley a few moments to comprehend the breaking news bulletin decrying Jedi invaders for violating the Empire's borders. They needed to get out of here. He dashed for the bridge.

When he arrived the captain's chair slowly swiveled around. It was already occupied.

"How did you..." Kingsley trailed off in confusion.

Duncan blinked at him.
 
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TOWER OF PROPHESY, VOSS

It was a rare treat, getting a personal audience with one of the mystic oracles in the Tower of Prophesy on Voss itself. Joycelyn had to swing her Princess title several times in order to gain a conversation without oversight. Yet, for the things she wished to know, there could be no repeating.

"Honourable mystic." Joycelyn bowed her head before the oracle in respect. “I have come to you for guidance and answers.

I know” The mystic answered. “I knew you would come. I knew when and how, and for what reason you would approach me, Darth Vornskr.

Yes” The Sith Lord corrected her clothes to soothe her embarrassment. “And what I must ask you, I must ask that you never repeat.

I know.” The mystic repeated. “We see all: Past, present, and future.

Of course, of course.” She nodded, a hand coming to her chin for restraint. “What I need to know is-

I know.” The mystic interceded. “I know you know.” retorted with restraint.

My father and uncle, their places are earned, but as long as they remain I will” “ -will never rule the Sith Empire in truth. I know

I KNOW! Joycelyn caught herself in her anger, a wash of flame wreathing her shoulders for the barest second. “I know, I know, I got it. I get the concept.

The seerer jeered toothlessly at her, but Joycelyn brushed her hair back as she bowed her head and exhaled deeply through her nose to regain her composure.

What will you tell me, honourable mystic?

The mystic leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes. The light dimmed as his voice shifted and changed with the prophecy to be told. It was a raw prophetic moment, uninterpreted except by those present. To see a prophecy in action was a wonder few truly experienced. Joycelyn had hoped this would happen.

"The dark tower stands ready; its roots are deep and soil steady.

None shall inherit his domain, but the Princess shall not strive in vain:

The Vornskr shall rule, but ash is her throne, high among a domain of bone.

The blood runs in a silver stream. Father’s daughter, fire queen.

Heed my warning; beware what is fortold:

A usurper’s reign never grows old."
The mystic reared back in a spasm before collapsing to the floor.

Heed the sky.

Joycelyn watched, her hands clenched in fists as her jaw set hard and her lips thinned in displeasure. She had known: Her father’s and uncle’s quest for immortality stood in the way of her ascension. But the prophecy had only given her more questions than answers. Did he mean that she should not usurp them? And when he spoke of the domain she should rule over, did he mean it, or was it some trick?

And, ‘heed the sky’ what ever did that mean?

She looked out of the window as the mystic went limp from exhaustion.

Heed the sky.” "... chit."
 

Alana Sunrider

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OSSUS- LIBRARY INFILTRATION TEAM
HIGH ATMO

Wind whipped through the open cargo bay of the freighter as it streaked through the Ossus atmosphere, thirty kilometers from the target. With wind chill far below freezing, it bit at the sections of exposed skin not covered by her spacer's gear, even slipping through the gloves to chill her fingers. Frozen vapor seeped past the face mask with every breath, fogging up her goggles. But she didn't let it distract her. They were in a commercial freighter, dubious legality, piloted by one of the infamous Outer Rim Tillians, as it hurtled through the atmosphere at hundreds of kilometers per hour.

The mission had been precisely calculated, with thousands of variables assessed and simulated for the perfect drop zone. Above, the light was blinking red on the side of the bay door. Five minutes until drop. Then it was simple. They would jump, freefall, and then activate the grav-chutes to land on the building's exterior. Difficult, given the obsidian layer they'd gathered from intelligence reports, but with thick enough clothes, they would be fine.

Next to her, the light began flashing green. "Thirty seconds!" Alana yelled to the others in the room, securing the rest of her equipment. Dataspikes. The crossbow and pistol, both lightsabers. Slicing equipment. Her Czerka utility belt was as full as she could make it, adding on to the standard kit in the pouches. But that was part of the plan. She ran one more check through her gear, ensuring the magnets were strong and active to keep things connected where necessary and then nodded, turning to the rest of the team.

"We know the drill! Jump, freefall, gravchutes twenty seconds prior to hitting the side. Expect the obsidian to shatter from the impact, so protect your eyes and skin! Ditch the chutes with the spikes into the wall, and we rendezvous ten meters short of the summit. From there, we'll use the breaching kit to access via the external wall. From there, we work our way to the top."

She paused as the hangar bay dropped the rest of the way open, dangling from the stern of the vessel, and the rapid drop of air pressure falling rapidly as even more icy wind slipped inside. "If you miss the rendezvous, aim for the hangar, and we'll try to link up with the encrypted comms. This place is crawling with Sith, so don't use the Force unless absolutely necessary. We get in, get out, and hope to the Force they never even know we were there. But, it's going to go wrong, so the poodoo hits the fan, stick together, work as a team, and we try to lose them in ruins underneath."

Then they would have to find their own way out from there, since that temple was ancient, and who knows if the Sith had changed it since they took the planet from the Silvers.

"Any final questions?" The wind whipped the words from her mouth and bounced them around the hold as she walked to the edge of the bay and leaned out to look into the dark sky below. She'd wait for any last shouted questions before switching to the comlink earpiece and sealing the breathing mask tighter in place, and tightening her goggles, and then walking to the edge of the loading ramp.

Then, after the questions, and when the pilot gave the green light, hit the reverse thrusters for too-brief seconds, she would jump, falling to terminal velocity in seconds, as she would angle herself towards the library's main building.

Kaia Starchaser Kaia Starchaser Yula Perl Yula Perl Kaia Vullen Kaia Vullen @knightwatch
 
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And so does he return, Jedi and King; Silver and Gold
Aboard SJC Battle Cruiser Break of Dawn
En route to Voss

A light knock on the door of his temporary chambers gently stirred the man from his state of meditation, hovering in the center of the room with his legs crossed. "Grandmaster, we are preparing to exit hyperspace. I was told you wished to be there when Voss comes into view." Gracefully the Jedi Master simply uncrossed his legs and let his feet find the floor below just as he allowed gravity to affect his body once more.

On the bed lay his weapons of choice. A sword, and a lightsaber. One the symbol of his sovereign rule of Midvinter, the other the symbol of his tenure as Silver Jedi Grandmaster. Two different aspects of his life. He'd made the decision to return to Voss after all these years as both men; Thurion the Jedi, and Thurion the Lion King.

Strapping the belt carrying his sword around his hips and then clasping the lightsaber hilt to it, Thurion exited the room decked out in armour only fit for a king.

"Lieutenant," he greeted the young officer with kind eyes, even as the rest of his face remained focused on the task at hand. "You should not call me by that title, I have not held that office for many years. You could not have been more than a small boy at the time."

"Of course. Apologies, Grandmaster," he bowed his head and turned to escort him to the bridge without bringing it up again.

Wandering through the narrow corridors which led towards the bridge, Thurion passed by both regular service men and his own people in equal measure, both making ready to wage war on the Sith that now occupied Voss, a world once sacred to the Order back in his days. Several times did the Silvers come to the timely rescue of Midvinter, to fight beside his kin against forces that would otherwise destroy all that they hold dear.

It was time they repaid the favour by helping to reclaim the old capital. To reforge the old alliance by defeating the common enemy. The SJC had been kind enough to spare a mighty vessel with which to ferry reinforcements from Midvinter for that very purpose, dispatched in advance so their forces may join together for the assault on Voss.

Stepping unto the bridge, practically all within turned to offer either bow or salute.

"Master Jedi, er... Your Grace--" The captain of the battle cruiser stepped forward to greet the man, unsure of which to use.

"Let's just make it simple and go with 'Thurion', shall we," he walked up and patted the captain on his shoulder and smiled, gesturing to the main viewport for the crew to resume their duties.

"Ensign, prepare to exit hyperspace on my mark," the captain turned to another young officer at the helm. Thurion found himself leaning forward with hands gripping the guard rail, eyes eager to witness that old crown jewel of his younger years once more.


"Mark."

The bright stripes of stars returned to tiny white dots numbering in the thousands, and there in the distance lay the familiar sphere that seemed to only exist in a previous life until now. It was an emotional moment for the former grandmaster.

"Hasn't aged a day, the old girl," he remarked fondly. As opposed to himself.


 
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OBJECTIVE | Infiltrate Library
ALLIES | Alana Sunrider | Kaia Starchaser Kaia Starchaser | Kaia Vullen Kaia Vullen maybe | @Jedi Dorks
ENEMEIES | Jonu Zihtil Jonu Zihtil (planned)
EQUIPMENT | Emily | EMP Ant Droid (x10) | Nail implants | Non-descript standard saber and blaster

After all the Sith had put her family through, it was time to punch back.

During her time running with the OPA, the rebels had conducted a series of irritating strikes on the Sith. The mission that the Jedi had laid out was similar in nature, and Yula had no qualms. The library didn’t interest her, and neither did the sacred image of Voss, once the hub of Silver Jedi activities. But these meant something to the people she cared for.

More importantly, the Sith had taken the most fragile piece of her family away. After spending so much time away—selfishly—the shameful weight of her neglectful actions rested heavily on her back. Though hopeful that she would find answers on Ossus, the Zeltron would settle for tension relief in the way of violence to try and alleviate her guilt.

Even if it meant that she wasn’t really getting anywhere, it would feel like she was. For a second.

As a blonde Jedi called out the time to their impending drop, Yula was preparing her gravchute and ensuring that her droid companion was tucked securely around her back. The little droid protested, scared of what they were about to do but Yula ignored her cries. Once she felt the spider droid’s legs wrap around her side, she moved towards the hangar, gripping a thin support bar as the wind whipped at her dark hair.

“But, it's going to go wrong, so the poodoo hits the fan, stick together, work as a team, and we try to lose them in ruins underneath.”

Yula snorted audibly at the implication.

“Only Jedi nerds would slice a library.”

Her hand left the bar and she jumped after the blonde, freefalling towards the library, reveling in the anticipatory drop of her stomach and the blast of wind rushing against her body.
 
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OBJECTIVE | Meditate near the Library
ENEMIES | Alana Sunrider | Kaia Starchaser Kaia Starchaser | Kaia Vullen Kaia Vullen | Yula Perl Yula Perl (planned)
ALLIES | Sith Friends
EQUIPMENT | Pair of sabers and standard robes

The sith pureblood was silent in meditation, drawing upon the energy of the relics that were housed here. Dark energy swirled through and around her, sith magic forming a tangible barrier to the room she had taken for this purpose. Deep red, angry energy that pulsed with each draw of breath the sith made. It was not intentionally harmful, but the proximity to the artifacts had drawn out the more primal side of her. The side that demanded blood, pain, and twisted sacrament.

The pureblood was silent for a long time, brow twitching as whispers in the dark recesses of her mind gave sweet direction to prepare. To be ready. To strike true. Confusion washed over her, the trance of focus now broken as she tried to understand what the whispers of her magic had meant. Tried to pry the meaning from the words as she fruitlessly pushed once more into meditation, only to find the soft whispers now cackling and laughing about her in a mad and haphazard dance.

She pulled herself back to the real, concentrating on her surroundings now as she pondered the whispers and trailing laughter in her mind.
 
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Valae Heavenshield could not believe she was on a ship bound for Voss.

To be more precise, on a ship full of armored Valkyri warriors that were ready to help liberate Voss from the Sith. Needless to say, ever since the day the Order left -- under her command -- she’d silently vowed to return someday.

That day had finally come.

The former grandmaster stood in her old Jedi attire, robes that she hadn’t even looked at for years. Thankfully, they still fit. Still, it was quite an odd sensation. She had been a completely different person when she originally wore these simple clothes; it was a time that seemed ages ago. Now she had some graying hairs, and some lines that had grown deeper over the years. She was a mostly retired Jedi Master, a wife, and a mother.

But deep down, she felt just as nervous as she had been when she was a padawan at her master’s side.

It was only fitting that she made this journey with him, Thurion Heavenshield Thurion Heavenshield . Valae turned an affectionate glance towards him as he exited his private quarters. He looked so strong and proud in his armor; such an inspiration to the people of Midvinter -- and the galaxy. A benevolent Jedi Master, a former Grandmaster, and Lord of Fridheim (now, Heavenheim), his titles were many. Valae had been fortunate to call him father, but he was so much more.

He was the King.

Yet, Valae knew quite well that he was not the type to sit idly by (on a throne, even). Especially not when there was a chance at freeing Voss —the former home of the Silver Jedi —from the clutches of the Sith. She wouldn’t have been able to convince him to stay home any more than he could have convinced her — they were quite even in their stubbornness on this matter.

And even now, Thurion was probably the only one that could look at her and know her thoughts without needing to pry. The worried eyes, the tight-lipped smile would say it all, a question she’d pondered for years: did I do the right thing? Had they stayed, would the Silver Jedi have survived? Leaving Voss behind had been painful, and Valae had carried a pebble of guilt in her heart ever since. Her constant reminder.

Their Order had grown so much since they’d arrived on Kashyyyk. Perhaps that alone was a testament to the strength and community of the Jedi, even scattered -- the light would never be extinguished.

The Jedi healer drew a breath to center herself. She supposed, such thoughts were of no use now. The past was the past, and she needed to focus on the here and now.
 

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"They near, Lord of Lords."
The room stank of incense, heavy iron thuribles spewing noxious fog and anchored to the ceiling by thick chains swayed gently back and forth. Metal shutters, reserved for protecting the chamber from outside interference, were latched tight to bathe the room in blackness. The only illumination came from a small brazier at the room's center, where a dark blue flame flickered dimly.
Three sat around the flame, their features obscured by the hoods drawn over their faces. The one who spoke, the smallest of the trio, reached into their robe and produced a small handful of black powder. With a flourish, they deposited the powder into the flame. The powder ignited into a brilliant display of light and sound, briefly illuminating the three who sat together in the oppressive gloom.
Darth Isolda, the matron of ceremonies and the Eye of the Dark Lord, muttered a dark and forbidden language as she swung her arms back and forth through the plume of smoke which arose from the brazier pit.
Darth Shara, the largest of the three, remained silent as the light from the fire danced in his wide reptilian eyes.
And finally Darth Carnifex, the Dark Lord of the Sith and the master of the Sith Empire, had his eyes closed as his nostrils flared with each intake of breath, drawing in the putrid smoke which billowed up from the smoldering fire.
"Champions of Ashla, devout and pure, seek to push beyond the threshold of the devil's door. Through shadow and flame, they shall descend, not knowing where or how they will meet their end. In the lair of the Dark Side, they will find nothing but pain and sorrow, their lives extinguished before the first light of morrow."
Carnifex was the first to stand, and without a word, the other two joined him. The Eye had given her prophecy and so as it was written so shall it be done, and in darkness, they moved about the Great Library unseen and unknown to all.
Eager for the taste of first blood.
 
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Galactic Alliance
Allies: All GA and Silver Jedi space forces
Enemies: Any Sith Naval forces
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This was not his war. This was a conflict between force users, something that made Constantine opposed to Alliance intervention from the start. Let them tear each other apart for all he cared. However, the Silver Jedi Concord were the allies of the Alliance, and the young commodore had already faced the Sith over Bastion. When the call for volunteers went out, Constantine had been among the first. He hadn't done it out of a love for the Jedi or a hatred for the Sith--He had done it because there was no where else for him to fight. The Third fleet had left New Imperial space after Bastion fell. The Alliance wasn't involved in any conflicts outside the Jedi space, and Constantine wasn't suicidal enough to face the Bryn'adul.

Now his Line was near the planet of Chandaar, waiting to face the Sith. All but three of his captains were veterans of Bastion, those three replacing the brave souls who'd died there. Constantine had learned from his losses during the Alliance attack, and had moved his line to be well away from the main Jedi fleet. Without Cruisers-or the presence of the Ourobouros,-His line was barely a target for the large Sith vessels. Hopefully this would allow him to move around to flank any Sith forces that strayed too far away. He signaled his captains.


"Hold position here in a loose net. Once Sith forces show up, I'll move us as needed. Once the Sith show up, I want regular check ins from each of you. Remember, the heroes are the ones who return alive. Oliva out."


He had to admit, it was nice being able to command his forces without a superior able to reign him in. At Bastion and Brentaal, he'd spearheaded major assaults for each of the Alliance's High Admirals, unable to do much outside their plans. Here, he was independent. Here, He could hunt his way. The Hawk was ready and waiting to find its prey.
 
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The Mystic knelt on the floor, chanting over a mystical symbol of some sort and a number of talismand bristling with Force energies. She was clad in ceremonial robes and her features were obfuscated by a hood. While she meditated, the sound of blasterfire, of bones snapping and people crying out in pain could be heard coming from outside.

However, she made no move to extract herself from the situation. Indeed, her features were placid - wholly untroubled by the sounds of carnage. Finally, the door was kicked down and a guard was sent flying through, landing right before her. The rogue mystic stared at the corpse impassively. She made no move, even when a tall, armoured figure entered the room, followed by a tall human female with short blonde hair and dressed in a combat suit, and two heavily armed assassin droids that resembled human skeletons. Having cleared the area, the armoured one who seemed to be the leader of the group removed her helmet.

"You killed my guards," the mystic remarked in a mildly perturbed tone.
"If you're more than a charlatan, you'd have foreseen this," Enyo retorted stoically.
"That is why I gave those I liked the day off."
"Quite a gamble you made. That illusion on your hideout was a good one, but sooner or later your Masters would've dispelled it. I hear they don't take kindly to sharing prophecies for personal profit."
"A Mystic does not gamble," the rogue Voss said haughtily. "We see the strings of fate. And you are not Sith, child of the machine. Mirror of the Kerrigan. You just accept their coin, and leave blood and bones in your wake."

"We're not in the mood for cryptic talk, Voss," Alexia snapped coolly. "You either work for us or you won't like what happens."
"Would you like to know what I behold? A crimson world of tombs and ruins, a city bathed in flame as the false order releases hellfire, and the breaking of the machine child, only for her to arise stronger. Not alive, not dead. Undying. Fated to watch those of her line fade away. And you, who bear the face of the beast. The sisters two. One so afraid of the beast she has chained herself, the other certain she can use the beast."
"You will..." Enyo began.
"Work for you. And be taken away from the lawmen in black and brown." For a moment, the Voss closed her eyes. She looked in trance, as if she was blotting out the outside world. "The sky calls again," she spoke in that eerie voice, looking Enyo right in the eye.
Enyo tilted her head to the side. Her real eyes flashed red through her human ones. "Take the bots. Bring her to the ship."
"What...but," Alexia was about to protest, feeling confounded. Then realisation dawned upon her face. "The Jedi are coming."
"Yes."
"I can fight at your side."
"Guard the asset."
Alexia did not seem happy, but her well-honed professionalism took over. "Yes, sister. You want me to radio Centre? Call in backup?"
"The Sith own the planet. They can do the lion's share of the fighting. Now move. I'm going hunting." Enyo donned her helmet and her suit sealed up. Then she left the hideout. Her path would lead her into Voss-Ka.

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"Captain on deck!"

The half growl, half bellow came from Lieutenant Harbok Mrawr as Beltran passed through the threshold of the main briefing room on board the Deliverer. Before him, four Lieutenants-including Mrawr himself, sixteen Sergeants and as many Corporals all bolted upright out of their chairs and stood at attention. This represented the entire command structure of Paladin Company.

"As you were," Beltran replied easily as he came to stand in front of the group. The Lorrdian scanned the faces, making eye contact with a being here and there and offering a nod. With only a moment's hesitation, the group as a whole returned to their seated position. Some of these soldiers Beltran knew, others were more recent additions to make up for the losses the company had sustained on Onderon. In either case, each being here was a veteran of at least one combat operation.

He nodded to his second in command, the tall and rather imposing Togorian Lieutenant, as he was the last to retake his seat. Then Beltran's cool green eyes made their way to the only non-Antarian Ranger in attendance, Mathieu Brion Mathieu Brion . "Good to see you up and about, Jedi Brion." Beltran said to the younger man. The last time Beltran had seen him, he'd been unconscious-lying on the floor of a slave pit on Chroma-Zed.

He had been informed that the Jedi would be accompanying him on this mission as a liaison between the Rangers and the Silver Jedi. Apparently there was some fear that if left unchecked, the Rangers might go off marauding or something? At least that was the rumor. But it didn't bother Beltran.

A lot of that kind of stuff was going around in the aftermath of Tulan Kor's fateful mission against the Duros Senator of the Galactic Alliance. So, if the Jedi wanted to see how he operated, then they were welcome to tag along. His Rangers were consummate professionals and the only thing they had any intention of destroying was the enemy.

Turning his attention to the group at large, Beltran motioned for one of his men to dim the lights. A second later a holographic display lit up, showing the planet Voss. "This is Voss," Beltran said simply. "At one time, it was the capital of the Silver Jedi Order. But for the last several years, it has been under Sith control. As you can imagine, this has been something of a sore spot for our Jedi friends. And apparently, with the recent centralization of the new Concordia government, the Jedi have decided to go on the offensive to retake their former home."

Beltran hadn't been with the Rangers when Voss had fallen. Back then, he'd still been working as a contract-killer on Lorrd. It didn't have the same significance to him that it did to the Jedi, and even to those Rangers who had been active when it had been taken. Still, Beltran was happy to see the Order finally going on the offensive. Maybe the council was finally waking up to the idea that the only way to win the war with the Sith was to actually win it.

The hologram of Voss disappeared and in its place appeared a topographic map of the planet's capital city Voss-Ka. Zooming in, deep into the city a moment later a tower became visible. "This is Voss-Ka, the capital city. We will be landing the majority of our forces here. The primary objectives are to capture this tower, known as the tower of prophecy and to push any Sith resistance out of the city. Expect heavy resistance and be wary of collateral damage. The civilian population have been held hostage by the Sith for several years, they don't need us destroying their homes and livelihoods trying to liberate them."

"We will be inserting via Arch-Angel Dropship over the city. We will use jump jets to touch down inside the city. From there we will form into two units. First and third platoons will move quickly toward the Tower. Our hope will be to capture it quickly, before the Sith can fortify it. Second and fourth platoons will proceed to the city walls and attempt to open a passage for the bulk of our forces to enter the city."
Looking to his second in command, Beltran continued. "Lieutenant Mrwar, you will lead the force to the walls. I will command the force attempting to take the tower. Jedi Brion," Beltran said, nodding to the young man. "You will accompany me."

Beltran didn't mind the Jedi being along for the mission, but he wasn't going to let the young man out of his sight. The last thing he needed to do was tell the council that a Jedi had died on his watch.

With the briefing concluded, Beltran dismissed the group. The officers and NCO's would return to their platoons and squads and brief their men on the plan. Within the hour, they would begin moving to the hangar bays and loading onto the dropships. With any luck, the operation would be underway soon after.

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The Deliverer would exit hyperspace a few moments after the Break of Dawn. The Captain would use the larger ship's profile to protect the frigate from the incoming fire of the Sith defenses. When the ships got close enough, the Deliverer would break from the main group and begin to skirt the planet's atmosphere.

When the Captain gave the order, a squadron of Arch-Angel Dropships would disembark from the ship, with a squadron of Ares Fighters as escorts. On his dropship, Beltran would be standing near the front, holding one of the overhand straps to steady himself. From there, he would divide his attention between the cockpit, where the pilots worked to bring the ship safely over the city, dodging and weaving through the enemy anti-aircraft fire that now filled the sky and the men of his platoon who were doing their final weapons and gear checks.

Jedi Brion, prior to leaving the Deliverer, would have been granted access to a suit of armor and jump jets of his own. It would be up to him whether he wanted to use the gear to complete the drop, or rely on his prowess with the Force. The man would know his own abilities far better than Beltran. For his part, Beltran was suited up in his Katarn Mk. II armor and had his jump jets attached to the ports on the suit's back. He was growing stronger in the Force each day, but did not trust his abilities enough to risk dropping several stories into a combat zone without aid.

"Two minutes!" One of the pilots shouted, and the ramp at the end of the ship lowered. Outside, hundreds of crimson bolts, missiles and other ordinance could be seen detonating all around them. A particularly close explosion would rock their ship to the side, causing several of the soldiers to stumble as they pulled themselves to their feet.

Using the overhand railing, Beltran walked along the rows of troopers nodding to a few as he moved closer to the edge of the ramp. Gusts of powerful wind whipped around him as the ship moved over the city. When he was at the edge of the ramp, he looked back and saw that his men had formed up behind him.

Beltran would be the first onto the battlefield, and the last one to leave it.

"Go! Go! Go!" Came the order and without hesitation, Beltran flung himself into the air. For himself and Paladin Company, the battle of Voss had begun.
 
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Peace Was Never An Option
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VOSS ORBIT.
In Scene: Kingsley Kingsley
SJO Ally (ish)
Vibing

No one had ever accused Duncan of being a very SMART creature. There are of course many things that could be said about the goose in question. One could say it was loud, for instance, and be very correct (except when not). One could also say very brave. If one were being generous.

Typically however, most people described Duncan as unexpected.

And

An utter pain in the back seat.

Duncan didn't much worry about the opinions of other beings however. Which was fortunate. Because if the goose had, it would have stayed right where it was instructed to- in the airlock that the far uglier creature surely had been preparing to cycle. Duncan, fortunately, wasn't really the sort to sit still for any length of time.

Especially when told to.

HONK

Duncan honked at the other sortofavian.

It wasn't really clear if it was language, perse. There were a number of sounds and various intonations that came out of Duncan's beak at one point or another. Larry, its creator, had insisted it was a language he simply can't been able to translate yet. His lab mates were skeptical. It did seem, however, as if Duncan understood basic, even if it did not speak it. A little unsettling, truth be told.

Perhaps that was why Larry had loved it so.

The only reason Duncan was currently behaving was that it recognized Kingsley as something that must surely be sort of like itself. Not PRECISELY, but close enough in a way that strained its creativity (not that there was much to start with unless it related somehow to acquiring food).

While Kingsley gawked, Duncan leaned over and tapped at a series of three buttons. Bright red buttons. In hopes that one of them was edible.

Sadly, not a single one was and something started happening with the ship. An incredibly undesirable protocol initiated that had nothing whatsoever to do with leaving the system, and if anything, quite the opposite.

h o n k

A honk of disappointment.
 
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Objective: Check out a Book
Team: Alana Sunrider, Yula Perl Yula Perl , Kaia Vullen Kaia Vullen
Gear: Bio

Starchaser

So much rode on that name. Being a Jedi, being able to combat the Sith, protect those that needed it, and to hold the torch that fed the flames for others. She was a Jedi, like her father, started as a Warden and thirsted for knowledge. But she wasn’t a warrior, she wasn’t heading to Voss with the Silver Concord’s fleet. She was allowing her brother that honor. If it could be called that. She herself? She was making her way to join some of the others and head to Ossus. The library world.

Where the Great Sith Library was.

She knew they had to have so many things in the way of knowledge there, maybe some about the Jedi Order itself, the type of knowledge her father and his wife had been looking for months ago. She wanted to help the Academy Network and provide as much data as they could have, even if some of it was Sith in nature, as a way to know ones enemy and foe, and what to watch out for within themselves and within their friends. Ground assault wasn’t her favorite thing, but with the fleet being so militant here, and organized, she couldn’t exactly help there either.

She was a Warden and a Rimmer, what could she help there?

So going after knowledge, that she could do in the good old fashioned way of the Outer Rim.

And her partners here weren’t that bad either, Alana, Yula, the other Kaia.

Only Jedi Nerds? “You’re one to talk, Yuls.” She smiled and gave Emily a pat, her own droid, Drifter, accompanying her.

On her hip were her lightsaber, light whip, and her blaster. She really was hoping to not use the latter but well, she would. Looking to her own droid, she nodded as Drifter found its home at the small of her back. She was ready to go.
 
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Jared Starchaser was en route to Voss. Unlike his sister, he was the one who was going to wave the Starchaser flag on the field of battle. His father had the students to protect, and felt at the moment, his role was to await any repercussions on the front of the Silver Jedi or her allies. Jared understood that, his father had done his time in the war, and even warhorses needed their rest. There was not a part of Jared that respected Coren less because of his choice to not engage in a strike.

Jared could do that now. And would. His ship was heading towards Voss. He heard many of the other Jedi and their supporters moving as well, and as a Son of Starchaser, was granted a Liberator Cruiser and escort. The flight to the world was going to be brief from Sullust, and then he’d be launching to wherever he was needed. His own Nova Starcutter, Tequila Sunrise was being kept safe and a Preybird Starfighter was made ready for his insertion onto the world of Voss. A message from his father told him to be patient.

That was going to be challenging, as Jared was a Hunter, he was used to finding his targets pursuing them. His father’s warning wasn’t for himself or Kaia, but to be prepared to support other Jedi, and find where he was needed. A place that would require all of his skills, if the Sith were as they usually were. Waiting in the hangar bay, ever the starfighter pilot, the data was being streamed to his flight helmet. He wore the helmet and flight jacket over his cortosis weave armor. Sitting in the cockpit, he was wishing he had his TIE Exalt readied but this would do.

It had to.

“Starchaser standing by. Will be launching on my own, when the time is right.” He stated.

A Sullustan voice came back in the affirmative, as the ship reverted to real space, and the faster fighters were launching, the turbolasers prepping.

For the Silver Jedi, this was homecoming. For the Starchasers? This was a debt repaid.

Valae Heavenshield Valae Heavenshield
Thurion Heavenshield Thurion Heavenshield
Coci Heavenshield Coci Heavenshield
 


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"Death comes for all, even for kings he comes."
Tower of Prophecy, Voss-ka, Voss

Deep within the apex of the great, ancient, towering edifice a vast chamber was blighted by malevolence, darkness came alive and choked the light out of its presence until its very absence drowned out all sight. The world heaved, the air choked with the wheezing sound of an ailing lung from this vile, living blackness. A glimmer of light came from the braziers that hung from braziers that hung from the very ceiling, they had been crafted out of a deep crimson hew the color of that sanguine fluid freshly spilled from the vein, a chain of blood iron. It cast a thick, heavy, sickly sweet incense through the air. Deep within the shadowy nightmare came the crack of the whip's lash, the cut of a blade on flesh and the screams of an innocent, howls as the being was methodically tortured to death while those depraved Adherents of Zalacodyr did their work. As the soul escaped their dying shell it was consumed by the mountain that knelt in the center of the room, his body sang from the blessings it had placed upon him.

A congregation of hooded figures surrounded the kneeling giant then covering his flesh with a glistening oil whose purpose was rooted in battle. They brought a great urn before him and dipped their hands into the dust the color of bone. It was powdered bone ground up from slain jedi whose lives were taken by his hand and turned into some foul creation that turned the motionless giants form a bone white. The Mountain stood and the beings came once more to encase his bare form in one layer after another. First came the form fitting black bodyglove and around it came the great suit of runed
plate fit for a titan. Every inch of its ornate design told a story of the Shadow Hand of the Sith Emperor, Wrath of the Dark Lord, Supreme Commander of the Sith-Imperial War Machine. Every inch told the story of his absolute dominance and displayed to all in the burning eye of solomon his heritage as a reigning Sovereign of the Zambrano Dynasty. Great spikes adorned with skulls ripped from the bodies of his greatest enemies rose atop while finally a massive billowing fur cloak, a pelt ripped from the body of the greatest apex predator to exist on Panatha hung from his back. The last item presented to the Lord of the Sith was a massive greatsword now adorned with fresh runes protecting it from the biting touch of the lights radiance. The six and a half foot blade he took in one hand and its presence shuddered with delight.

Voices came from the hooded figures now who spoke before the Lord of Lies.

"The easterners know not what they have wrought. They have come to your world now, Ya'zid-rah. Bring them to ours."

The giant spoke no reply as the depraved cultists used his Maenan name, his face twisted into a snarl his eyes burning with molten rage as he cut loose with a horrific roar that shook the ancient stone walls, his mouth glowed with fire.





 
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OBJECTIVE: Watch and learn
LOCATION: Tower of Prophecy, Voss-Ka
FRIENDS: Sith
FOES: Caden Evesa Caden Evesa | Jedi
EQUIPMENT: Lightsaber Pike (Now in red!) | Healer's Hand

It wasn’t easy being Sith. At least in Amani’s case it wasn’t. The overwhelming change her life had undergone in such a short span of time still left her head spinning. She’d arrived at Onderon not long ago with the intent of fighting back against the Empire; Instead, she left as one of them. A traitor to the Order and the murderer of a Jedi Knight. She spent much of her time wondering how far word had gotten out, what her friends thought of her. The former Jedi had hardly spoken a word since that battle, not if she didn’t have to. But here she was, already taking part in the defense of a Sith controlled planet from Jedi invaders. Funny how things worked out. At the very least, playing protector came much easier to her conscience than being on the offensive. The backdrop, however, still did little to allay her inner demons.

Amani would need to accept things she was uncomfortable with if she was going to see her mission through. Far more than just ‘uncomfortable’ with. But she had yet to fully realize just how much that may require just yet. The drums of war sounded beyond the walls of Voss-ka. How long they would stay outside was a matter she preferred not to dwell on. A shame really, any other time Amani might have had something to learn from the resident mystics. Currently however, she was more focused on just getting through the day. And so, the girl watched, and waited.

Her first real test as a member of the Sith Empire was about to begin.
 

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The loss of Tarish Galland echoed through Naria every day. She felt it in her peers-- their pain flickering across each of their faces like dominos as they read each other like a book. The reminders were hard to escape, but the increase in border tension was a welcomed distraction.

Voss was something of a legend for her. They had all learned about the lost capital of their order. They had read the stories and knew the symbolism established across the red dunes. To be coming here to help liberate it from the Sith's control was to be apart of history. There was much to gain, and everything to lose.

...People... to lose...

She looked over her shoulders towards her peers, pressing her body against the communications building they had been sent to infiltrate. Frown lines built across her face as she scanned the buildings behind them for movement. Nothing. Her gaze sharped and she scanned again, her chest tight. Level, Naria, she chastised to herself.

She took a deep breath, grounding herself back to the moment. Today they were liberators. Sieging a militarized city of this size with minimal casualties would require equal tact as it would force. Their first task was simple: siege the command center and break communications.

Then, disable a heavy weapons network on the left quadrant. Then... well. One step at a time.

She jerked at her chin at Risen Risen , signing for him to break through the back door and take the lead.



Senari Gravis Senari Gravis | Risen Risen | Farrina | Matvec Triddol Matvec Triddol | Centin Tillo Centin Tillo | @who else am i missing | @very sleepy post
 
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Location: Outside the Tower of Prophecy, Voss-Ka, Voss
Equipment: Ashlas wristguard | Blaster pistol with a stun setting | Stun baton | Two Lightsabres | Brion Substance Regulator | Electromagnetic pulse emitter | Jedi Robes | One-time-use Jump Jet
Allied tag: Beltran Rarr Beltran Rarr
Hostile tag: Ingrid L'lerim Ingrid L'lerim AMCO AMCO

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They were heading for Tower of Prophecy. Mathieu sat in peace while his allies were still checking their gear. For him, it was not needed - he knew what he was bringing and that it was functioning and while the jump jet was untested for him, he had faith that the force would see him through. The young Morellian looked out the narrow viewport to his side. It was a beautiful planet. But watching it now brought him sadness. Blaster cannons were going off in a nonstop barrage. Ships were crashing and small arms fire was filling the fields with brightly coloured bolts.

His eyes started glossing over as his mind wandered back to Beltran's briefing. He remembered how silly he had felt when not greeting the man properly "I'm glad to see you again Lieu-... I mean, Captain. It is good to see you're doing well." A slight chuckle escaped him - perhaps he was destined to make a fool out of himself in front of Beltran, because it certainly wasn't the first time.

The battle outside raged on but Mathieu's mind continued to wander. He remembered how he and Cassie had given each other their well wishes before parting ways in the hangar. The Knight had been a good friend to him through their many adventures and hardships together, and had been a point of tranquility amidst the organised chaos that they were in before boarding. In the end, he had faith in the guy, just like he had faith in his Master, Kei - both of them were bound to return from this unscathed.

The ramp opened and exposed the occupants of the cabin to the outside world. The warmth which had been inside quickly escaped and the sounds of war which had just been so distant now felt extremely close. Returning to the present, Mathieu remained calm in the face of the explosion which rocked their transport and followed Beltran towards the edge of the ramp where he would form up behind him along with the others.

The command came and soon the all jumped. It was impressive how well organised and disciplined the Ranger Troopers were. For a moment - it all felt calm and quiet again as they silently descended down toward the city. It was probably the last moment of peace they would have for a while. Inevitably, his thoughts wandered to Inara. He hoped that she was okay and that he would get to see her soon. Those were his last thoughts before entering battle - a stream of blaster bolts came from below as the garrison of Voss-Ka opened fire upon the airborne invaders.

"Stun bolts only! Stun bolts only! Don't risk harming the civilians!" his voice carried loudly over the comms as he reinforced the idea of not letting the local civilians get harmed. Meanwhile, the Padawan brought out his own lightsabre and started deflecting the bolts that came in his direction, doing his best to send them away from the city. A fair bit before landing, however, he extinguished the blade in order to safely activate the jet. It slowed down his decent enough to safely land.

The majority of Beltran's troops as well as the Captain himself and the Padawan had landed on the slope leading up to the Tower of Prophecy. It was a good point at which to hold of reinforcements from within the city itself - as for what else could be lurking on the plateau upon which the tower was constructed was unknown. But what task to assign the Rangers to was up to Beltran.

He was there to support the Rangers and at this moment, that consisted of making his way to the tower entrance. The defending forces mainly seemed to consist of Imperial troopers. With his well practiced From III defence, Mathieu started to make steady progress towards his destination, providing some protection for anyone who decided to stay near him. Once the Padawan got near, he managed to get close enough to a hostile trooper to cut their weapon in half, effectively preventing it from being used. With a hard upper cut targeting the trooper below the chin, Mathieu had soon knocked his opponent out.

Arriving by the large gates, he turned around - getting in was something which the rangers would probably be better at than himself and with that, he took a defensive stance, deflecting the bolts that came towards him and those in his vicinity. "Once we get in, watch your fire. Do not harm the Voss Mystics unless absolutely necessary."
 

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