Junction Shadows Over Endor | GA & SO Junction of S'krrr and Empty Hex

[Valery Noble]

The warning came quietly.

A report flagged by the Strategic Intelligence Agency outlined intercepted transmissions, fragmented logs, and the movement of Sith-aligned vessels across several Outer Rim systems. Together, the data formed a clear conclusion: Endor is the next target. Long viewed as a stable supply point for Lanteeb, Varunda, and Conglomerate Prime, the forested moon now sits at a critical junction of Alliance space. If taken, the southern corridor of the Alliance could be isolated, cutting off support to several member worlds.

The Galactic Alliance moves swiftly. GADF units are deployed to bolster defenses and reinforce local positions. The New Jedi Order joins the effort, supporting military operations and ensuring the safety of civilian populations. Meanwhile, the SIA prepares an operation behind enemy lines, hoping to uncover more about the Sith plan before the first shot is fired.

But the Sith Order is not idle.

They have begun to move in secret. Infiltrators and agents work to undermine Alliance readiness, sowing doubt, sabotaging defenses, and preparing for the strike to come. At the same time, Sith leadership convenes, finalizing plans for a campaign that could change the map of the war. And while they discuss their plans, Sith and soldiers alike prepare themselves for the upcoming conflict.

The battle for Endor is soon to begin.

Objective I — fortification​

With intelligence pointing to Endor as the Sith Order's next target, the Galactic Alliance has begun defensive preparations. GADF personnel, Jedi, and local forces work to reinforce military infrastructure and secure key sites across the forest moon.

Consider:

• (PvE) Constructing or upgrading defensive emplacements (turrets, barricades, shield generators, early-warning sensors etc.)
• (PvE) Training or coordinating with the locals and planetary defense forces.
• (PvE) Surveying terrain to identify strategic locations for battlefield control.
• (PvP) Uncovering signs of possible infiltration or sabotage
• (PvE) Building or submitting defensive locations/items for use in a future invasion
• Handling the Ewoks.

Objective II — War Prep​

Within the Sith Order, preparations for the assault on Endor are already underway. Military leaders, Sith Lords, and field operatives gather to finalize strategies, deploy assets, and prepare for the campaign to come.

Consider:

• (PvE) Attending a war council to debate tactics, targets, and roles in the coming battle.
• (PvE) Preparing personal forces, ships, or warbeasts for the campaign.
• (PvE/PvP) Sparring, meditating, or undergoing trials to prepare physically or spiritually.
• (PvE) Visiting Sith worlds or allies to secure additional support or resources.
• (PvE) Forging or refining weapons, armor, or tools for the battle ahead.

Objective III — Sabotage​

As the Alliance fortifies Endor, Sith infiltrators and covert agents are already at work. Slipping past defenses, they aim to create chaos before the battle even begins through sabotage, subterfuge, and carefully targeted strikes.

Consider:

• (PvP) Sabotaging supply lines, power grids, or key defensive structures.
• (PvE/PvP) Planting misinformation to confuse or delay the local response.
• (PvP) Attempting to assassinate or capture key GADF or Jedi personnel.
• (PvE/PvP) Gathering intel on defensive positions.

Objective IV — Behind Enemy Lines​

In response to growing signs of an imminent Sith offensive, the SIA has launched a high-risk operation deep in enemy territory. Their mission is to uncover concrete details about the planned assault on Endor and disrupt it if possible.

Consider:

• (PvE/PvP) Infiltrating Sith space to gather intel on troop movements or fleet staging areas.
• (PvE/PvP) Slicing into encrypted Sith communications to confirm the invasion timeline.
• (PvP) Interrogating captured Sith agents or sympathizers for actionable intel.
• (PvE/PvP) Planting tracking devices or surveillance tech in key Sith installations.
• (PvP) Escaping with stolen data while pursued by Sith hunters.

BYOO
Do you have a different story to tell? Bring your own objective!​

 

[Corazona von Ascania]

OBJECTIVE I | FORTIFICATION
Everest Vale | Vera Noble | Open to Jedi

[A PvE/PvP objective for Jedi to construct botanical defenses and/or train their plant surge abilities by attacking Cora.]​

While the skies above Endor were fortified by a great floating fortress, the forests on the surface began to grow.

Plant surge was a versatile ability. Under the guidance of the Light, creeping vines would coil and twist, weaving together to form thick walls around Ewok villages and defensive strongholds. Anchored around the broad trunks of redwood trees, vines grafted from the native fire plant were both hardy and resistant to flame.

The Coruscant biodome's seed vaults had been instrumental in procuring enough specimens for the task. Under the steady hands of Jedi, these plants would propagate into a natural defense system.

Occasionally, one of the great verdant walls would sprout a bright orange bloom. A fleeting glimmer of beauty in what would soon become a hellish battlefield.

Cora had been admiring one such blossom when a vine lashed towards from the opposite barricade. Before its barbed limb could wrap around her ankle, she threw her hand back. The vine seized, halting mid-strike.

"Mind the thorns, now."

With a subtle flick of her hand, Cora bid the vine to slither away. It climbed back up the wall, like a child who'd just been scolded.

A Rodian padawan peeked out from behind the foliage. His green skin lent him an extra layer of camouflage among the plant matter.

"The Force resides in all living things," she continued. "Feel the life within the vines, and encourage their natural path."

The tips of her fingers curled, and a host of thin, whiplike vines surged upon the Padawan. They coiled around his torso and seized his limbs, snaring him into immobility.

"Remember, Padawan; we do not command. We guide. With the right touch, our defenses will not be-"

Her fingers relaxed. The tendrils loosened their grip and fell limply to the ground. Unharmed, the Rodian was quick to step out and away, wary of being caught in another trap.

"-stagnant."

The walls were slowly evolving into a botanical maze. A circle of Jedi seated on the earthen floor meditated, mapping and expanding the network of roots that grew beneath the ground.

Knight von Ascania had given them all simple instructions: aid in the planetary fortification by feeding into their botanical defenses, and if they sought to test their skill in plant surge, to try and catch her off guard.

 

[Darth Carnifex]

Objective: IV

Nevarro was an unassuming world, wreathed in volcanic plains and dotted by a smattering of trade ports and depots. When it had fallen into the clutches of the Sith Empire, not much had truly changed. The banners upon the wall of Nevarro City had been struck with the emblem of the Sith upon a red and black bi-color, Imperial soldiers had begun to patrol the streets, and the occasional patriotic hymn played on loop at an hourly pace. But the people who had lived on Nevarro never really changed, and truthfully never minded the Empire's presence; for the Empire did not make a great effort to impose itself upon Nevarro so long as it's tithe was paid.

That had changed several weeks ago.

It began with the first Sith transport touching down into Nevarro City's spaceport, and black-plated soldiers emerging with weapons drawn. They barked orders, commanding them to move, to stop, and even to die. Unrest unfurled rapidly, especially as more and more ships began to make landfall over the next few hours and days. When it all came to a head, no one could tell. One moment Nevarro was on the verge of boiling over, and the very next it was silent as a tomb. The flow of communication ceased entirely, not because they had been jammed, they'd just suddenly stopped transponding.

Yet, the ships kept coming.

More and more, every day.

To the Alliance scouts monitoring the situation in light of Endor, Nevarro's silence unnerved them. Cautiously, they dispatched probes to the planet's surface. Most of them were destroyed by the world's volcanic landscape and hostile creatures, but some managed to find anchor-points outside of Nevarro City; a ghost city. Monitoring, the probes watched as more transports descended into the city and then left shortly thereafter, bereft of the cargo containers they'd flown in with.

Then, priests of the Sepulchral were identified by the probes, followed by officers of the Kainate. Whatever was happening on Nevarro involved the influence of the Arch-Enemy, though what was obviously being stockpiled was unknown still. But whatever it was, it was evidently tied to the impending attack on Endor. If Darth Carnifex was mustering on Nevarro, then whatever it was had to be uncovered. The probes could only do so much, the Alliance had to send someone in to verify the Empire's movements and actions.

So a strike team was assembled, volunteers of soldiers and Jedi. They infiltrated Nevarro during a passing meteor shower, a fortuitous turn for the Alliance, and started to make their way towards Nevarro City on foot.

Unprepared for the horror that awaited them.

Azurine Varek | Thurion Heavenshield ​

 

[Valery Noble]

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Outfit: Combat Jumpsuit
Weapons: Lightsabers

The air on Endor was thick with tension. Perched high atop a wooden Ewok platform, Valery stood with her arms crossed, clad in her familiar dark jumpsuit.

Below, Jedi moved, already preparing themselves for what was to come. Teams coordinated with local defense groups, marked out defensive zones, and installed all kinds of defenses in the jungle. Valery's gaze swept across the treetops and the faint glimmer of shield generators being tested on the far ridge. The Force swirled with warning and flashes of possibility.

Then she felt it. Not a premonition or distant echo, but something far more personal. A presence she should have expected, but it still came to her as a surprise.

Allyson Locke

Valery's brow lifted slightly, and a smile tugged at the corner of her lips as she exhaled slowly. Her fingers tapped lightly against the railing in thought before she pushed off from it and turned to descend the platform.

"Why am I not surprised to find you here?" she murmured aloud, not to anyone in particular. She just wished it would all be under different circumstances.

With Allyson fighting for a different side of this conflict.

Allyson Locke ​

 

[Vera Noble]

Endor

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Tag: Corazona von Ascania Everest Vale Jackson Lesan

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"Come on, it'll be fun," Vera said with a grin, tugging Jackson gently through the jungle. The path had long since faded beneath their boots, replaced now by roots and moss-covered stone. The air smelled rich and green, and every few meters, she spotted another vine coiling upward toward the sunlight, glowing faintly with the touch of the Force.

Ahead, she could see the clearing where Jedi were already gathered. Vera's gaze swept over the scene, pausing when she spotted Cora standing by one of the barricades. Even from here, she could tell the Jedi Knight was in control. Everything bent around her presence, shaped by her focus and her will.

"I brought you for the educational value," Vera added in a teasing whisper to Jackson as they neared the edge of the circle. She crouched slightly behind a thick fern and shot him a look, "Also because I have a plan. Later, I'm going to try and prank her with plant surge. Nothing mean. Just a little reminder that no one's safe."

She winked at him, then straightened up and walked forward into view with a bright, almost innocent smile on her face.

"Knight von Ascania," Vera greeted politely, her hands behind her back like she had absolutely no intention of causing any mischief. "We heard you needed some extra hands. And I thought maybe Jackson could use some hands-on botany."

She stepped around one of the thick roots and gave Cora a totally innocent look.

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[Thurion Heavenshield]

N A V A R R O
OBJECTIVE IV
Darth Carnifex
Azurine Varek ​

Storm clouds gathered. It began with Endor.

"The board is set, and the pieces are moving. You feel it too, do you not," the Lion turned to young Azzie at his side. "The Arch-Enemy is advancing, setting the stage for the next phase of the Long War. A long shadow, threatening to engulf us all." He placed his large hand upon her slender shoulder, for reassurance and to steady her resolve. "I told Valery I'd look after you, but we both know our safety is far from guaranteed once down there. Nevertheless, fret not; I will be your shield, Young Lady Varek."

The warden and his charge watched as the Jedi strike team set out with all secrecy, the transport masking its signal amidst a meteor shower as it descended the atmosphere of Navarro with the aim of investigating and sabotaging Sith operations. Thurion's goals differed, for he had felt the threads of Fate tugging at his very being. There was a monster in need of slaying in the form of a Butcher King.

Again he turned to the Zabrak, offering his hand.

"Listen," he asked of her. "Can you hear them?"

A beat passed in dead silence, until faintly the horns of war blasted in the distance, the distant echo growing clearer by the second. "They call to us." Upon facing away from the viewport, what had once been the bridge of an Alliance cruiser had turned to a snow-laden forest, its one-way path beckoning them. "We'll go together," he held her hand, offering a gentle smile.

The pair stepped through, their physical forms fading into mist as they departed the bridge, and moments later reappeared on the surface of Navarro mere moments later in a maelstrom of ice and snow. They found themselves upon a ridge overlooking Navarro City, the constant volcanic activity casting the occupied capital in foreboding fiery red, with the rumbling of distant eruptions adding to the sense of impending doom.

"For the Alliance," he looked to her one last time, then placed the winged helm upon his head to become justice incarnate — the Dark Angel.

 

[Connel Vanagor]

The Forest Remembers.
ENDOR
FOREST

Objective I — fortification​

With intelligence pointing to Endor as the Sith Order's next target, the Galactic Alliance has begun defensive preparations. GADF personnel, Jedi, and local forces work to reinforce military infrastructure and secure key sites across the forest moon.
Michael, Gabriel, Azrael, Sariel, Raphael, Jeremiel, Seraphim
[Any text in brackets signifies comm-link usage and not face to face conversation]

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The leaves of Endor never stopped whispering.

Even now, with the moons casting a pale fire through the canopy and the humidity clinging to every breath, the forest spoke. To most, it was wind and wildlife. To Connel Vanagor, crouched atop a lichen-covered rise with his blade-hilt resting quietly against his shoulder, it was something else.

A warning.

[Omega Actual,] he murmured into his throat mic, this is Omega Alpha,[we’re not alone out here.]

There was no panic. Just the chill certainty that something—someone—was trespassing.

Below, the rest of the squad moved like phantoms. Michael knelt beside a half-collapsed glider trap, noting the tension line was recently reset. Ewok craftsmanship, yes—but subtly altered. The knot wasn’t right. Gabriel knelt nearby, fingers flicking across a wrist-mounted datapad as he cycled through spectral overlays and EM pulses. His voice cut in. [We’ve got scatter on the resonance field. Could be terrain... or could be someone’s hiding behind it.

Sariel, posted ahead with a long-sight blaster across his lap, didn’t move, didn’t blink. His breath slowed. [There’s movement west. Not ours. Not local. Not standard fauna.]

Michael frowned. [Azrael. You and Raphael double-time sweep the ridge. Claymore spacing. If you see a shadow that doesn’t belong, don't talk to it—kill it.]

[Already moving, boss, Azrael chuckled over the comm. Let’s go make some ghosts.

The team ascended the ridge in silence. Even after centuries, the bones of the Imperial shield generator station lay tangled in vines and rusting steel. Metal twisted by time and war. Now, the forest had swallowed it whole. Still, the hill was tactically perfect. Whoever held it controlled a dozen klicks of southern approach.

Jeremiel knelt beside an old intake vent, running his scanner. Something inside the vent had been hollowed out, burned in concentric circles. Not an explosion.

[Alchemy burn,] he whispered. [This was recent. Weeks, maybe less.]

Connel’s jaw tightened. He placed a hand on the moss-covered steel. The Force screamed beneath it—a kind of bruised, ulcerous echo. Sith.

At the forest floor, Gabriel flagged a flicker of unnatural heat. Small, triangular beacons buried beneath the roots—Dark Side pulse amplifiers, tech made to corrupt and conceal rather than destroy. No data lines. No energy signature. They fed off the life of the forest itself.

Connel activated his lightsaber—not to cut, but to burn. The permafrost-blue blade hissed as it seared the beacon into slag. The scream it released wasn’t mechanical. That is not a sound that should have been made.



That is because these aren’t just camo nodes, Gabriel said grimly. They’re poisoning the woods.

Sariel’s voice came in, cold as his trigger finger. [Confirmed two dead scout troopers hung in the trees. Uniforms skinned. Not Ewok handiwork.]

Connel exhaled slowly. [Then someone wants us to think it is. Let’s make them think we bought it…]

[Devious! I like it!]



[Agreed, pull in Omega Squad. Let’s plan.]

Not long after, Omega Squad crested into a small glade where a dozen Ewoks watched them, bows drawn. The air smelled of moss, ozone... and fear. They were younger than the war-tribes of lore. Painted in war-ink. Nervous.

Michael raised his hands. We’re not your enemy.

No response.

Jeremiel stepped forward, unarmed, and knelt. We’re here to stop those who would desecrate your home.

One of the Ewoks stepped out—older, with feathers from the old Tribe of the Treefire. His words were strained but clear through the translator node: “You dig into cursed ground. You awaken death. Black stones speak in the night. Trees bleed.”

Connel’s voice was a low rumble, translated a beat later. I promise you, we’ll silence the stones. But we’ll need your help.

The elder paused, eyeing the glowing hilt across Connel’s back. Then he gave a single nod—and behind him, the others lowered their weapons. “One more thing,” the Ewok elder rasped through the translator. “Something walks at night. Not Imperial. Not yours. Not ours. It wears your skin, but it burns the trees with every step.”

Connel’s eyes narrowed. His grip tightened.

Something was already here. And it wanted them to think it was one of them.

The wind shifted.

Not far from the glade where Connel parlayed with the Ewoks, Azrael crouched beside a sunken thicket, frowning at a cluster of exposed roots. A glint of half-buried durasteel caught his eye. He clicked his tongue. Well, well. That’s not native.



Behind him, Gabriel crouched on a moss-slick log, datapad hovering in one hand. His tone was flat. You gonna touch it? Or think about it until it detonates?

Azrael smirked. Tempting. You sure you’re reading it right, Brainbox?

Gabriel didn’t look up. Tripwire leads to a sensor array keyed to biometric rejection. Not our bio-signatures. But not Ewok, either. Someone expected offworlders—Force-trained, armored, high-profile.

So... us… well… Connel and us?

Exactly.

Azrael whistled low. That’s flattering. He leaned in, pulling out a compact charge disruptor from his belt. Looks like directional shrapnel. Acid detonation for a second wave. But here’s the kicker—look at the fiber linkage.

Gabriel stepped closer. And frowned. That’s a Force-trigger node. Passive. Old Dathomiri design. Someone’s watching for a Force presence to trigger it.

So... you again? Gabriel muttered something unkind. Azrael didn’t see what the problem was, neither of them were attune to the Force, only Connel was.

Azrael then gently twisted the stabilizer, popped two capacitors, and rerouted the surge relay through a buried spike-channel. He tapped the side twice, grinning. Boom baby. I’ve reprogrammed it to explode when someone stops suppressing their presence in the Force. Like, say… a Sith assassin sneaking up behind us.

Gabriel blinked. Wait, that’s… that’s actually brilliant. How did you pull that off?

Yeah. I’m awesome that’s how. I’m just full of surprises.

You’re definitely full of something.

They moved.

Thirty meters out, hidden among the roots and low-lying mist, three figures shifted in unnatural silence.

Sith Infiltrators.

Their forms shimmered between armor and shadow, eyes burning beneath visors carved from obsidian. One raised a fist—halt. They sense something. The leading figure reached out, just barely, to test the area with the Force— The forest answered with fire.

The trap Azrael and Gabriel had reversed ignited all at once, spewing molten shrapnel upward and across. One assassin was flung into a tree with his midsection vaporized. Another screamed as acidic steam tore through her mask. The third staggered out, blade in hand, blood sizzling down his vambrace—only to find Sariel’s scope already zeroed in.

Boom.

Assassin down,] Sariel reported dryly.

When the sounds of detonation faded, Connel turned slightly, listening.

Michael raised a brow. Friendly?

Gabriel’s voice crackled in. [Had some uninvited guests. They brought traps. We gave them a lesson in explosive humility.]

Azrael added, [One walked into our little tweak and tried to ghost his way out. Sariel sent him to the Force. You're welcome.]

Connel allowed the faintest nod. [I’m going to keep sweeping. Something worse is using them as distractions.

The Ewok elder beside him growled something low. The translator barely kept up: “The ghosts wear more faces now. Some speak the old tongue. Some wear Jedi robes.”

Connel tensed.

Sith illusions? Shapeshifters? Fallen Jedi?

Whatever it was—it knew how to bait the dark, and it knew the woods better than they did.

But now it also knew:





Omega Squad was awake.





And the forest had teeth.

TAGS • ARE • OPEN • TO • ALL


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[Kain Aldore]

Endor- Objective I Fortification
tags: open

Kain was laying flat on his back as he cursed. His legs were jutting out of the maintenance port of an old turbo laser. Old was an understatement actually, the thing was practically an antique from the galactic civil war, Imperial, and left behind. Perfect for shoving some lasers right up a Sith cruisers exhaust manifold. His lightsaber and blaster jostled on the ground next to him as he jammed a hydrospanner into a socket, power calibrator in the other hand. There was about a dozen of them in the vicinity, in the span of half a day he'd worked his way to number six.

It shot sparks as the gears of the platform above him grinded in place "Ok I get it, you're geriatric." He kept working with the tools next to him, several Ewoks watched the human, they'd been there since he started. Probably worshiped the emplacement as a monument from some Sky-God, and here Kain was digging in it's metal guts like a heaven sent surgeon.

He was mumbling under his breath, something about hoping to not feel a small set teeth sink into his leg as he wrenched a rusted power motivator free and replaced it with a new one. "There see. Are we happy now?" It whined and he gave a smile. Then the whirring picked up as the smile faded. "No.... No you're not supposed to do that yet!"

The Turbolaser was angled skyward, to a clearing though the forest canopy. The electrical whine got louder. One of the Ewok's dropped to it's knee's and began to pray, others ran around, another placed a wooden Idol of the weapon down in hopes of making the canon happy again. Kain was doing everything he possibly could. "Wait. Just wait, quit it-" Unfortunately the thing didn't speak galactic basic. A loud Thwuump as red light emanated from the barrel, a laser projected skywards and soared it's way through the opening, screaming as it disappeared into the atmosphere.

Kain pulled a wire free from the fire control system as the emplacement died down with a satisfied wheeze

He crawled out of the cubby, a bruise had formed on his head after he'd slammed it against the inside of the turret housing. The Ewoks were panicking, a bird that sounded much larger than anything capable of flight screeched in the distance of the tall tree's.

Kain looked at the turbo laser and blinked "Well... On the bright side it works." He said to one of the Ewoks who was still moving up and down praying to the thing. Then over to the group of Jedi near by who were playing with plants? Could he do that? Kain wondered as he gave an apologetic wave, Valery Noble was gonna beat him, Kain just hoped she missed that one.

 

[Velyra Vonn]

Objective I — fortification

Senator Velyra Vonn of Zeltros​

The chamber lights were dim, but the holo-display glared bright against the obsidian walls of the Alliance command center orbiting Endor. Velyra Vonn leaned forward with her chin delicately balanced on the back of one gloved hand, her eyes half-lidded in what might have been languid boredom—if not for the slow, anticipatory curl of her smile.

Below them, the Forest Moon shimmered in lush greens and cloud-swirled blues. And somewhere amid those canopies, one of the newly deployed Alliance platoons participating in a live-shield test.

"Activate the Trident Protocol test. Conical deployment, ground coordinates: D-3 quadrant. Authorization code—Vonn.”

The tech at the console hesitated for less than a breath. Then the display split into windows. Real-time telemetry. Atmospheric arc simulations. Power draw from the Titan Core. And there, cutting clean through the cluttered chaos of a thousand lights and battleplans, was the shaft of energy lancing down from EOS-1.

Not a weapon, a shield.

Golden-cyan light widened as it fell, narrowing to a cone whose apex shimmered around a forest clearing. Down there, barely visible against the treetops, a cluster of armored dots scrambled into formation beneath it, shielded now from the erratic hum of incoming sandbag 'artillery' shells, the crackle of arcing deflector shield repulstion chewing through the jungle.

The display flared with contact pings as simunitions struck the barrier. Flashed. Dissipated. Velyra looked at the feed, protective of the test volunteers – like they were children hiding under a mother’s skirt during a thunderstorm.

She tilted her head slightly, watching the shield flex and contract with each impact. A live stress-map bloomed like petals across the hologram. The ground commander's voice crackled in through comms, laced with awe:

"Platoon Omega holding! The shield—it's holding! EOS-1, we owe you a drink. Or ten.”

Velyra allowed herself the gentlest exhale through her nose. Her eyes glittered, amused, calculating, radiant. The donations to the Alliance's war effort promised to bear sweet fruit.

Then drink deeply, darlings. There’ll more where that came from.

@AnyoneAtObjective1​

 

[Nos Voros]

Objective: Fortification – Infiltration Detection & Local Defense Coordination
Outfit: Senate Commando Armor [X]
Guest starring Eivii as NPC
Full Kit Deployment:

Spoiler: Full Kit

* Legion Combat Engineer Multi-Tool

• 4 X Combat/Utility Knife-Model 01
• 2 X Vibroblade-Model 01
• Cortosis Vibroblade
• Legion Combat Pistol Mark I with Whisper-class Suppressor Series
• Legion Crew Personal Protection Weapon Mark I
• Combat Scattergun-Model 01
• 3 X Modular Hand Grenade-Model 01
• 3 X Anti-Armor Grenade-Model 01

* GAHA-32 Lionheart Commando Armor

• Combat Blaster Rifle-Model 01 with Tactical Accessories Series and Underbarrel Grenade Launcher-Model 01 (20 X Launchable Grenade Series)
• 4x blaster cartridges
• 2x stun grenades
• Ascension Pistol
• Fusion Lantern
• Datapad
• Garrote
• 3x stimpacks
• 3x bland survival bars
• 128oz Canteen of water.

Spoiler: Rubrus Squad

Squad Leader: Captain Nos Voros (Zeltron male)
Fire Team Alpha — GAHA-32 Lionheart Commando Armor
Team Leader: Lieutenant Karis Vonn (Human female, Corellian)

• AT-FL9 Flechette Launcher
• A sharp tactician with experience in counter-assassination operations.

Medic: Sergeant Lorne Vesik (Mirialan male)

• Former Judicial Forces combat medic,
• GAGL 56 Snarl Grenade Launcher
• specializing in battlefield triage and trauma care.

Machine Gunner: Corporal Bex Jarn (Besalisk male)

• Heavy weapons expert.
• AT-RB07 Heavy Repeating Blaster
• Strong but surprisingly fast for his size, excels at defensive holds and breaching operations.

Rifleman: Private Tash Renn (Human male, Chandrilan)

• A precise and disciplined soldier.
• BHSR-1 Service Rifle
• Prefers coordinated maneuvers and works best in tight formations.

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Fire Team Bravo — GAHA-32 Lionheart Commando Armor
Team Leader 2: Sergeant Jil Torvan (Togruta female)

• Former planetary security officer with expertise in urban combat.
• GARBR-5 Beak repeating blaster
• Skilled in squad coordination.

Marksman: Corporal Rann Kyber (Nautolan male)

• Expert sharpshooter.
• GABB-15 Talon II Blaster Carbine
• Specializes in eliminating priority targets at long range.

Heavy Weapons: Private Drax Molgar (Zabrak male)

• Specializes in explosives and heavy ordinance.
• ML-04E-GA Rocket Launcher
• Often deployed against armored threats or for breaching enemy positions.

Rifleman: Private Cass Deren (Duros male)

• Agile and quick-thinking.
• BHSR-1 Service Rifle
• Often acts as the squad's point man, scouting ahead for danger.

Nos stood at the edge of the clearing, visor dimmed against the morning glare breaking through the treetops. Karis barked instructions to a formation of local Ewok militia—half alert, half still blinking sleep from their eyes. An Ewok made a rude gesture behind her back. She didn’t notice. Jil did.

The drills were sloppy. The ground was soft. The locals didn't know who they feared more: the Sith, or the woman flipping a vibrodagger behind the supply crates.

Eivii leaned against a stack of equipment, arms crossed, blade twirling. Watching.

She shouldn't be here.

But Nos had let her come. A private arrangement. A risk. She said she wanted to help. More likely, she wanted control over him. Personal details aside, Nos knew she was good with a blaster and they had a... working history. Rubrus sure as hells didn't like it, but an invasion was imminent.

He had to believe there was a silver lining with her, somewhere.

One of the engineers hadn’t reported from the ridge. A crate of mines was missing. And last night, a sensor node blinked off for less than a second—just long enough for something to pass.

"Karis. Wrap drills in fifteen. Rubrus goes on sweep. Jil, Vesik—north ridge. Take the ghost with you."

He didn’t look at Eivii. The Ghost – a crueler nickname than he would have wished upon her, but it stuck.

"Quiet. Careful. If anyone’s watching us, I want eyes on their back, not their heels."

Jil rolled her eyes but nodded. Lorne said nothing, just gave Nos a look. The kind of look that asked why is she here without speaking a word.

Eivii’s grin was slow and sharp.

"Oh, now I’m useful?" she called, stepping forward. "You always knew how to make a girl feel special."

Nos didn’t answer. He was already scanning treeline data from his HUD—contour irregularities, heat signatures, recent ground disturbance. Anything else.

Something was off. Something small. But off. Surely.

"Move out."

<<Understood. Rubrus Alpha forming up. Locals holding position.>>

@OPEN​

 

[Drystan Creed]

OBJECTIVE III

In the forests of Endor, at the center of an Alliance fortification, stood a peculiar man in a peculiar stance.

Some say it was the oldest form of exercise in the galaxy. Perhaps that was just an exaggeration from its Atrisian creators—but its origins were said to span eons.

In it's creator's dialect, it is called shiko, originating from practitioners of certain forms of wrestling on Atrisia. And currently, Drystan was in the middle of performing it.

Clad in only his training shorts, he held one leg high in the air. Some of the Alliance onlookers could have sworn he'd kept that stance for minutes—maybe even close to a half hour. More impressively, he held it with barely an inch of movement, completely still, his focus concentrated entirely on the exercise. A sheen of sweat coated his skin, dripping steadily and pooling on the duracrete beneath him.

Drystan was not only training his flexibility and endurance—he was channeling the Force of the planet through his body, letting it flow across his muscles, his nerves, his bones like a river carving into stone. Most of that gathered energy concentrated on his raised leg—the hardest part of the pose to maintain—not only to deepen his attunement to the Force, but to sharpen his overall focus.

Then he brought the leg down in a stomp, landing in the exact same spot as before—marked by a foot-sized engraving. How long had he been doing this? A few dozen reps, give or take—but it was enough to leave paired impressions in the floor, fine hairline cracks radiating from them.

Drystan had to stay active—in body, mind, and spirit—having taken on the responsibility of overseeing the fortification, given the importance of its residents. A delegation of diplomats currently occupied the site, using it as a temporary base in their effort to broker peace between two conflicting Ewok tribes. A ceasefire was in effect, both parties having agreed to it, but the air remained tense. One wrong move could mean a storm of spears and rocks.

Despite this, things seemed to be going well. The yelling, shouting, and whatever high-pitched sounds Ewoks made had, for now, quieted.

Ellissanthia

 

[Nathan Bloodscrawl]

Wearing: Dooku-Pattern Armor (Blue and Black)

Armed With: Nathan's Training Lightsaber , Quality Jawa Ion Rifle (Laser Sight, Scope, Suppressor, 4 reloads) , Ionised Stun Pistol (3 reloads)

Equipment: Ammo Belt

Objective: 1 (Hunt For Signs of Intrusion/Sabotage)

The Dooku-Pattern Armor was one of the few exceptions Nathan permitted himself when operating amongst fellow Jedi. He had used it since the very earliest days of operating in the Alliance. It had been worn when he fought at the battle of Exogal.

Given the extremely dangerous situation, and that the forest was potentially saturated with hostiles, he had deemed wearing it a necessity.

However, he still maintained the policy of going in with strictly non-lethal weapons, not wanting to risk killing the locals by mistake. He was creative enough to kill the enemy in other ways, either with the Force, or his bare hands. He was not averse to breaking someone's neck, or collapsing their face inward with a punch.

Nathan crept through the forest, attuned to each rustle, each smell. He didn't pay attention to the life of the woods the way normal Jedi might have. His thinking was inherently alien in that regard.

He looked for more concrete signs of intrusion. Stuff that even the stealthiest intruder might miss.

He found signs of disturbed brush. Very faint. A professional had been here. Not Alliance. Boot prints didn't match.

Nathan proceeded cautiously, sticking to the bush as much as possible...

He moved his head away instinct as a silenced, nearly invisible blaster bolt tore through the space where his head had been only a second prior.

Nathan whipped out his cheap rifle (for a Padawan could not be seen wielding fancy, high end weaponry, lest questions start getting asked.), and on instinct snapped off a silenced shot of his own at an empty space close to a tree, hitting someone in an invisibility field.

It was a glancing shot, unfortunately, and only disabled the invisibility field. The Imperial Commando that had been using it lined up another shot and Nathan deflected it expertly, teleporting behind the commando, seizing him by the neck from behind, and squeezing.

The commando grabbed his knife, tried to stab him and Nathan hurled him into a tree trunk, shooting him unconscious with the Ion Rifle, but not before he heard one of the man's ribs, crack.

Where there was one of these bastards, there was always more, and Nathan was proven right when he activated his lightsaber, the blue blade absorbed rather than deflected the shots, though he was forced to dodge the silenced slug thrower fire, teleporting onto a thick branch above.

These targets were much harder to sense. They had training to fight Force Users, which they demonstrated by how smooth and slippery their emotions were. They stuck to stealth, and Nathan knew they weren't going to be so stupid as to check on their friend while he was still in play.

They stayed in stealth fields... really good ones too, by the looks of it, because he couldn't even see a distortion of their body outline.

But there were still things they couldn't hide. The way their bodies brushed against leaves. The way grass crumpled underfoot.

Nathan fired in the general area he believed their bodies to be. Some he hit dead on, knocking them out cold with repeated shots. Others he barely missed, causing them to expertly return fire as their stealth field failed. They got clever and hit the branch he stood but he rolled with it, landing like a cat before rolling into a shooting position with his ion rifle, snapping shots off at them like they had just broken into his house and killed his new puppy.

(Random cutaway of Keanu Reeves)

The shots hit some in the face, others in the chest, but their equipment started sparking and they all dropped. Nathan didn't dare let up his guard, as he didn't feel like he was out of danger yet...

He whirled on instinct, dropping his rifle and catching two invisible arms trying to plunge a set of Talon Vibrodaggers from two different angles into his neck and back. A twitch from his arms and the Commando screamed as his wrists were broken before headbutting the Commando unconscious.

The commando went limp in his arms, and Nathan dropped him, picking up his rifle and getting out his comlink, switching to a friendly, and what he hoped was still an encrypted channel. The Sith had very good codebreakers.

"This is Padawan Nathan Bloodscrawl to all friendlies in the immediate area. "Be advised, Imperial Commandos present in the woods with stealth fields. Have captured a unit and request they be taken off my hands for interrogation. Over."

Nathan began carefully searching them...

Connel Vanagor

Corazona von Ascania

Nos Voros

Velyra Vonn

Kain Aldore

Valery Noble


OPEN

 

[Ran Serys]

Obj. III - Sabotage

A robed figure standing sentinel upon raised durasteel walls, Jedi Knight Ran Serys watched and waited like a bird of prey awaiting its next meal. She wasn't so primal but she was that focused. Her glowing yellow eyes were a warning to any saboteur, assassin, or warring agent that would cross her path, and a reminder to the Sith of the evils they had inflicted upon her. Ran had long forgotten about revenge but she had not forgotten the events of her life, so among the ramparts she stood ready to combat the forces of evil once again. But what form would they take? Ran watched for them all, the many faces of the dark side.

"Master Jedi," A helmeted soldier called out on approach. "Yes, Lieutenant Deda?" Ran answered not taking her eyes off the forest trees. "You've been on watch duty for a while now," The soldier's soft voice, a man's voice, was amplified and almost mechanized by his helmet. "Let me relieve you." He suggested and when he did Ran could feel the unique sense of fatigue that came with constant vigilance. There were Jedi techniques to stave off such feelings and sensations but Ran decided against using them, favoring actual rest over a force induced simulation which would inevitably take its toll. "Of course, Lieutenant." The mirialan agreed without argument. "Should you see something or need anything, contact me. I won't be far." Ran informed as she began for the security tower located on the nearest corner of outpost delta's defensive wall.

"I've got a bad feeling in my stomach."

"You've always got a bad feeling in your stomach, you really need to see a doctor about that."

"No, Push. Not like that. I'm saying something feels off here."

"You're paranoid, Hike."

Ran could hear the two soldiers monitoring security cameras as she entered the small tower.

"I mean, this is one of the most remote outposts on Endor. Downright hidden, I'd say. I wouldn't be worried about seeing any action here." The dismissive soldier said before noticing the Jedi Knight hovering over his fellow's shoulder. "Woahhh-" He yelped, almost startling his fellow soldier. "What do you think, Master Jedi?" Officer Hike asked, and Ran let the soldier's question sit. The knight closed her eyes and reached out to the force to divine some answer.

"The fog of war is falling on Endor. I'd be ready for anything, always." The soldiers shrugged at Ran's non-answer.

"I'll be in the corner resting. Let me know if that bad feeling gets worse or if you see something on the monitors." Ran said before curling up and sitting atop a crate in the corner, eyes closed in meditation. While the force was clouded by the dark side, she trusted the soldier's intuition. Following her own instincts had never led her astray.

Tags: Vakhari Lutris
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[Vakhari Lutris]

Tag: Ran Serys

A heavy mist had taken over the dense jungles of Endor, and ironically for once Vakhari's pale garb helped the girl blend in within the clouds. She walked along, taking in the sensations of the jungle far more than focusing on the task she had been hired to do.

And while the insects nibbling away at her soft albino skin did annoy her, she was much more anxious about ambushes.

"M0rtis, we did pack the bug spray and anxiety medication correct?"

The droid would blink a few lights in response, with Vakhari looking upset at the answer.

"I- I left the spray?!"

She says in an angered whisper, cupping her hands over her face in a longing disappointment.

"Ok.. And what about the camera situation?"

The both of them pause, hunkering down as M0rtis tuned in to the hacked camera feed, and Vakhari watched through the droid. Everything looked fine, alliance soldiers none the wiser. Though there seemed to be a figure meditating stop some crates, the snow garbed woman switching the camera as swiftly as she could.. The Jedi could have felt the sensation of being watched.

Meanwhile the troopers gut feeling perhaps had saved all of them tough explanations over in the core worlds, with their eyes watching the feed at all times they had noticed something.. Something normally ignored, easily so. The fog had made it hard to see, but through instinct their eyes had noticed a bug.

A simple bug, yes. It was the same bug, going in the same pattern off in the distance... As if it was.. Lo-

"Master Jedi!"

Officer Hike exclaimed while in a panic to gather more eyes to prove they weren't insane, by the time Ran got over to look at the monitors she would have to push past a few troopers before they began to clear out for her to take a look.

If her eyes were as sharp as the officer's, she would indeed see the bug. And how it seemed to be following a looping pattern after a few minutes, Hike glared at Ran with a serious expression.

"I-I know i'm not crazy, the feed we are getting has to be looping!"

All the while, Vakhari had made it to the next hidden signal tower. Starting work on setting up both the area and the jammer, everything needed to be planned out..​

 

[Gym Halpern]

LOCATION: Open Space
TAG: Open
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Objective II — War Prep
Within the Sith Order, preparations for the assault on Endor are already underway. Military leaders, Sith Lords, and field operatives gather to finalize strategies, deploy assets, and prepare for the campaign to come.

The ANS Indomitable sat quietly in deep space. The crew was at yellow alert and regular defensive patrols were covering possible attack routes. Long Range B-wing flights were searching out potential ambush points and amassing of ships.

In short. It was not a good day.

There was a quite calm among the crew, as it could be a drill, but there was also the curious concern that it wasn’t. What was going on?

One of the few leadership moves that Halpern openly disagreed with Admiral Angellus(rip) on was his openness to explain “the situation”. Gym felt that sometimes it was necessary to keep news out of the minds of those who did not necessarily need to know. Not because they were not clear, or could not handle the information, but fear, and concern does naturally creep into even the most disciplined minds.

Speaking of the Captain, he was speaking with everyone on his command staff at the moment, going over battle-readiness. They needed to be prepared for the potential impending Sith invasion. This was not going to happen without a fight.

When the meeting was over, he sat in his office and hit the “all call” button on his desk.

All hands, this is the Captain. By now, many of you are concerned, speculating, wondering about the situation. I will not hide it from you any longer, or lie to you. It is grim. There are rumors of the Sith Order planning to invade the Endor system. I do not like this, but I will tell you that signs point to this as potentially true.

Thus the intense drills, the battle-readiness plans, all of it. The system will survive, we will survive. The odds may become impossible. the enemy may come and outnumber us 10 to one but we will succeed, the system will survive, we will survive. We will grind the Sith Order's weapons into dust beneath the heel of our boots and drive them back behind their “wall” because we will succeed.

The system will survive.

WE.WILL.SURVIVE.
Continue your assignments and preparations. Pressing the button to shut off the comm system, he sat back and looked at an image of his mentor. How did you do it? I was there with you through all of it and I still don't get it...

 

[Darth Prazutis]

Nevarro, Planetary Surface, Objective IV
Time: Dead of Night

The world had finally stopped screaming. There was no battle scars, no signs of any bombardment. All that remained was a silence so complete it hollowed out the very marrow. Nevarro City no longer resembled a city, it was a corpse repurposed. It's bones were wrapped in durasteel ribbing, arteries filled with supply haulers, troop convoys, and carrier trains. The structures that dominated the city which served as hubs of commerce, great living quarters, and transit lanes had long since been gutted. In their place rose monolithic towers of black plating, hung not with banners but armored conduits pulsing with dark energy. There were no symbols. No declarations.

The Kainate raised infrastructure. The sky above churned with thick, choking volcanic ash and interference fields. Lightning danced through artificial storm spirals drawn down from orbiting relay buoys. Somewhere in the clouds, Kainate destroyers hung like submerged predators, silent and vast, their hulls hidden by the turbulent storms above. Intermittent flashes revealed skeletal hangars open like maws, disgorging more landing craft by the hour. The planet was being consumed. Far beneath the surface of Nevarro City, repurposed maintenance tunnels had become dimly lit catacombs where the Sepulchral held rites of provisioning. Deep in the city sat a great central tower, a field of abyssal lash cannons ringed a black command platform like cursed obelisks. Tethered to them were vast, pylons shaped like jagged teeth, each bearing shackled husks clasped to the surface, prisoners or sacrifices, it was no longer clear. The pylons hummed with low frequency painwaves, a sonic deterrent for would be infiltrators, though no sound escaped their radius.

But this was no simple staging ground. This was preparation for oblivion. Everything existed now for a singular outcome: the coming immolation of Endor. But then? Then he arrived. No shuttle announced him. No escorts preceded the giant. He simply manifested. It was as if Nevarro had finally grown still enough for him to emerge. Darth Prazutis. Elysian Grandeval Mortarch. Dark Lord of the Sith. Shadow Hand of the Kainate. Sovereign of Dromund Kaas. The giant walked the central causeway of the fortress complex as if drawn there by gravity, not by mere choice alone. Wherever his steps fell, dust rose and didn't cease in his presence, light withered and shrank in his wake. Communications relays cut to static for exactly six seconds, then resumed as if nothing had happened at all. The Dark Lord of the Sith wore the abyss like others wore capes. The giant's armor, Qâzjiin'vraal, churned with low moaning vapors, agonized voices trapped within, whispering from runes that never cooled. The Dark Lord's impossibly vast frame moved with all the inevitability of a tectonic plate shifting beneath the surface. The very air bent wrong around him, it fell too heavy in the lungs, too sharp in the throat. It was a crushing, smothering presence akin to being too far beneath the depths of the oceanic waves.

In his wake black armored commanders slammed fists to their chests and bowed. Acolytes of the Sepulchral knelt in a circle, bleeding from the eyes and smiling through it. Surveillance techs refused to look directly at him, not out of fear of punishment, but fear of recognition by the Mortarch. The giant approached the obelisk embedded command table and laid a hand on its blackened interface. It bled. A pulse rocked out from the dark technological monstrosity. All of Nevarro's war networks fell into line. Tactical overlays emerged in crimson light: Endor's system, the orbital defense positions, planetary surface data…dozens of fleet ingress trajectories intersecting across a single red node like the pupil of a beast. Behind him, the silent dreadnoughts above shifted position in unison. Their ion engines flared once, an exhale before the kill. He did not speak immediately. Because the world was already listening. Then, quietly, without inflection the Dark Lord of the Sith spoke.

"Initiate the Silence Doctrine. Seal the city. Nothing leaves, not even breath." The Dark Lord's voice was low; it rang out like dragging chains. All at once, across the length and breadth of a smothered world, Nevarro began to obey. Darkness festered like a virus growing with every passing moment ships deposited more and more of their contents on the surface of the world. It was the knifes edge of what was to come, the deep breath before the plunge.

Jonyna Si ​

 

[Ellissanthia]

Location: Morrigal
Thread Objective: III - Sabotage
Mission Objective: Kill the Alliance diplomats.
Tag: Drystan Creed

By now, Ellissanthia was quite familiar with the demands of going deep inside enemy lines. Her experience in such high-risk operations encompassed Sedesia, Nar Shaddaa, Ukatis, and now, Endor. Of course, not all of her missions had been successful. Nar Shaddaa had seen her ambushed by a cybernetic assassin and forced to retreat, her objective of destroying the Hutt crime family which had been her target left incomplete. On Ukatis, she had run into the Jedi Grandmaster by sheer misfortune and drawn into a demanding duel, though not before managing to raze an entire granary complex. Given the extenuating circumstances of her previous assignments, Ellissanthia knew that her Sith handlers still viewed her as a useful asset, especially since her initial success on Sedesia—where she had been the only one out of an entire assault force to break into the Temple of Solace and steal a heavily defended holocron from its archives.

Still, Ellissanthia’s eyes twitched with equal parts impatience and restrained longing. The Undine was starved. It had been far too long since she had wholly pleased her Sith masters, and she was unwilling to stomach the passive rebuke that failure or even a half-victory would bring.

This time, she would win.

Now, tasked with infiltrating a small, but not insignificant Alliance base and killing a delegation of diplomats who had managed to negotiate a ceasefire between two prominent ewok tribes in the region, Ellissanthia held her breath as she waited inside the trunk of the logistics speeder she stowed herself in. Soon, the breath that she had been holding was released as the transport was passed through the security checkpoint just outside of the fortress. As expected, her bodysuit had worked to conceal her signature, allowing her access to the base with the security none the wiser.

From there, Ellissanthia allowed herself a moment of quiet contemplation as the transport rumbled through the checkpoint. She knew that the ewoks were not to be underestimated. The stories of their savagery—ewoks eating stormtroopers alive, toppling massive Imperial walkers, and commandeering Death Watch star destroyers—were well-known and infamous in how unbelievable they often seemed. Fortunately, the Undine did not anticipate having to face them directly. It was the Alliance who stood to gain the most from the peace, as the ewoks united would present a stronger front against the coming Sith assault than two fractured tribes whose mutual hostilities could quite easily be exploited by Sith diplomats in turn.

Success here would almost guarantee a resumption of the fighting.

Fortunately, it didn’t matter how she carried out her assignment. Only that it was done. Thus, once the transport came to a halt in the garage, Ellissanthia scanned her surroundings before tapping into the camera feed from her drone, which was projected in her vision through an augmented reality display. Her reconnaissance had indicated that the diplomats possessed a speeder which they used to move around the base and the surrounding forest. Her initial idea had been to set charges on the vehicle, before detonating them remotely. However, after realizing the extent of the security (which was noticeably reinforced while the diplomats were together), the Undine realized that course of action was impractical. Her new plan now was simply to eliminate the delegation one by one, while they were isolated from each other.

And her first target, one out of three diplomats total, was not far.

After checking her surroundings once more, Ellissanthia slid out from the hidden cabin while the technicians and logistics staff were turned away, her form flickering as her bodysuit’s photo-reactive coating blended almost seamlessly into the background. It was only her hair and skin which broke up the silhouette, the latter of which was mostly covered.

From there, the Undine moved from the logistics garage to the nearby vehicle maintenance bay. Her target—Trobast Fekasa, a male Bothan—had a hobby of working on speeders whenever he was off-duty.

How easy it would be to make his death look like an accident.

Ellissanthia slid into one of the speeders, before closing the door and concealing herself inside. A landspeeder—the diplomats’ landspeeder, in fact—was suspended on a vehicle lift at the corner of the bay. A guard stood nearby, his attention seemingly focused elsewhere.

Ellissanthia reached out with the Force and touched the landspeeder. A part dropped from its undercarriage, clattering to the floor with a sharp noise. The diplomat cursed, then moved back beneath the suspended vehicle to investigate the cause.

A hinge on the lift snapped and the landspeeder came crashing down, metal meeting flesh with a wet, crunching finality.

By the time the first response teams had arrived, Ellissanthia was gone, making a beeline for the command center.

Spoiler: Loadout

• Eclipsed Veil
  
  • Miscellaneous Equipment
    
    • FAE/U-01 "Serenity" Anti-Signal Field System
  • Accouterments
    
    • Red Accents
    • Eclipse Sect Symbol - Left Shoulder
• Storm Kiss
• Nox M-10 “Wraith”
  
  • Ammunition
    
    • FAE/AM-01-S1 Energy Weapon Cartridge - Tibanna Gas (4)
• Supernal Infusion Vials
• SHIVA Vials
• Spirit Anchor Talisman
• Siqsa-S1 Semiautonomous Seeker Obscuration Canister (2)
• FAE/MDE-02-S1 Semiautonomous Seeker Thermal Explosive (4)
• IBIS Drone

 

[Lucette]

Objective I:
With: Viers Connory
Soon: Aris Noble | Zaiya Ceti
Location: Endor State Penitentiary.

The forest moon of Endor had drawn countless visitors over the decades, centuries, truly. Millennia, if Lucette were honest. She and Viers had arrived via shuttle from New Nevarro City, one of the Commonwealth's industrious outposts on the forge world. Their arrival on Endor was quiet, unceremonious.


Lucette had brought with her several crates of creatures, each fitted with a small nodule designed to transmit data back to her. As the shuttle doors opened to the wild green expanse, she moved with purpose, mapping out the terrain where her subjects would be released. She was quiet excited as the crates were unloaded and moved, eventually opened to let her creations free to roam on Endor.


"These facilities are well over forty years old," she explained, adjusting her scanner. "As you can see, they've long since been abandoned. Endor has reclaimed much of the old ward." She paused to take a few holophotos for her records, the Commonwealth's interest in Endor was far from casual. Once under the First Order's control, the world held symbolic weight for any who called themselves First Imperial.

"The intake facility and the old work camp aren't far from here either," she noted, her voice thoughtful.

Leapers, Shriekbeasts, Tivvarks, Murgliks these were only the beginning. Verminkin were dispatched as well, scurrying into the shadowed underbrush with chittering delight. Ostros, too, hulking and deliberate, had been assigned to roam near the deeper ruin trails. And, of course, beside Lucette stood her ever-faithful Tibbs. "Viers, my darling," Lucette said, glancing sideways at her beloved with a small smirk. "I know this isn't the most charming destination, but it's quite important. If we're lucky, this place holds precious DNA, samples I fully intend to work with." she wanted to study what had been left behind.

She gently adjusted her gloves as she approached the remains of an old security checkpoint. "And as a bonus, perhaps this facility can be recycled into something... significantly more fruitful."

With a few succinct orders, she directed the accompanying troopers to begin releasing the creatures. The Leapers and Verminkin were deployed in opposite directions, bounding and scampering with glee. The Shriekbeasts were set loose near the overgrown work camp, while the Tivvarks and Murgliks were assigned to the collapsed intake building. Tibbs remained loyally by her side, occasionally snorting or chirping with curiosity as Lucette knelt to scan old, decaying samples with a sleek biometric tool.

Above them, a Commonwealth shuttle roared past, flanked by two escorting TIE fighters marked with the sigils of her nation.

Yes, Lucette thought to herself, as she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, the Commonwealth was most certainly preparing for what came next.

 

[Allyson Locke]

//: Valery Noble //:
//: Attire //:

Endor.

Another forest…jungle…tree kind of world. Allyson was starting to grow tired of them. Though if this was a desert world, she'd be out of luck trying to hide. Maybe she should appreciate the forest a bit more.

Standing in front of a wall, cloaked in the Force and her presence hidden, Allyson examined her choice of entry. There were several ways she could get through, but with where she wanted to go and how she wanted to do things, precision was necessary. She followed along the outer wall of the Alliance base. She remembered some of the schematics from back in the day, but figuring the Alliance was smart, they probably changed them.

Still, every base had an entrance and an exit.

It didn't take long for the Corellian to slip into the small base; with the amount of movement, she could tail in with a group and then split off. Her focus was to find anywhere she could get holonet access. If she could gather intel from within, she could eventually hinder Alliance intel.

That was the mission - easy enough.

As she wandered quietly, she found a terminal. Not the one she wanted, but it was enough with the short amount of time that was allotted. Allyson wouldn't be surprised if they were already tracking her. Kneeling, she let the Force cloak fade, and she appeared in an IT jumpsuit that she created from memory before infiltrating the small base.

With a screw loose here and a panel rip there, Allyson was soon crawling into the space between the terminal and the wall. Poking her head out, she made sure no one was watching and brought the metal panel back to the wall.

The space was small and even tighter, and her bow was on her back. It wasn't the best weapon to use as a spy, but it was all she knew.

Adjusting herself, she snuggled against a group of wires and began to start working as she connected her small comm device to the network.

Suddenly, something brushed against the back of her neck. It was a feeling she had hoped she wasn't going to feel this soon into the mission. Cursing under her breath, the Corellian kicked in a small fit of a tantrum. No matter how good Allyson was at hiding, Valery was always able to figure her out.

Another slew of curse words was under her breath as she went against her best judgment and used Mechu Deru to start speeding up her connection to the Alliance mainframe. As long as she could connect, she could get something before Valery found her and ripped her from her rat nest.

Why are you here, of all places​

 

[Emery Lloren]

OBJ. IV — Behind enemy lines​

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"I am not afraid to fight, I am afraid to forget why I'm fighting."
________
Equipment — Coded datapad, signal scramblers, short switchblade, his Lightsaber.
Clothing — Civilian clothing underneath dark Jedi robes.
Theme — Change (In The House Of Flies)
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The skylanes of Coruscant moved with a precision that made them almost feel detached from reality. Dozens of transports glided overhead like stars in slow orbit, while below, the lights of the city never dimmed — only changed color. It was hard to tell what time it was when you lived on a planet that had forgotten how to sleep.

Emery stood near the edge of a private landing platform tucked into a lower tier of the Senate Annex. Not far from the Temple, but far enough that it felt like another world. The walls here were smoother, colder, not built for reflection but for silence. The kind of silence where orders were given without names, and missions began with unsigned files. It wasn’t the Jedi way. Not fully. But it had become part of the Alliance’s way. And that meant it was now part of his.

He glanced down at the holopad one last time. The briefing was short, almost frustratingly so — a few intercepted coordinates, an encrypted Sith signal origin, and one instruction: observe, confirm, extract. The SIA had their suspicions. The Jedi Council had theirs. What Emery had was something quieter. A feeling in the pit of his stomach that the shadows were moving faster than anyone could track.

The transport waiting for him was small and unmarked, civilian in build, and far too quiet inside. The pilot never turned to look at him when he boarded. That was fine. Emery didn’t feel like talking anyway.

He slid into the passenger seat and let the hum of repulsorlifts fill the space between his thoughts. His satchel rested against his side, packed with a few tools — datapads, signal scramblers, a short-blade — and his lightsaber, buried deep beneath his robes. It wasn’t meant to be used. Not unless everything went wrong.

He closed his eyes for a moment, listening. Not to the ship, but to the Force.

It felt… distant. Like trying to hear a whisper through durasteel. Not gone, but not fully there either. This kind of mission had a way of making him feel unmoored. The Jedi were taught to defend, to guide, to heal. But now he was headed into Sith space not to face them, but to blend in. To watch. To vanish if needed. There wouldn’t be time for principles, not when survival was on the line.

He wasn’t sure how he felt about that.

"I’ll return," he said under his breath, barely audible over the hum of engines. The words weren’t a promise. More like a hope. "I just hope I return as myself."

The transport shifted, angling toward the upper atmosphere. Coruscant fell away beneath them — all its lights, its movement, its noise — and in the distance, the stars began to emerge like scattered embers in an endless dark.

Endor was waiting.

And the quiet before the storm had never felt so loud.

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