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

[Valery Noble]

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Outfit: Combat Jumpsuit
Weapons: Lightsabers

Valery landed lightly at the base of the platform and began her quiet approach, her steps measured and careful. She didn't rush, didn't draw her saber, and didn't call out. She simply listened and followed what the Force was telling her. The disturbance was not a storm or a warning. It was a person.

It was Allyson.

The presence was faint, nearly buried beneath layers of other signatures, but not enough to fully hide it. Not from her. Valery knew the way Allyson felt in the Force. She had memorized it a long time ago, whether she wanted to or not. She made her way along the outer perimeter of the small command post, nodding politely at a pair of passing soldiers without breaking stride. Her senses swept across the area ahead, brushing faintly against electrical signatures, overlapping footsteps, and a few passing flickers of agitation from the base's technical staff.

Something was out of place.

The closer she came, the stronger the feeling became. Her eyes scanned slowly, catching the faintest shimmer of something not quite right near the lower wall. Not a visual error, but a ripple in presence. Valery exhaled through her nose and stepped closer. She said nothing. Her expression was unreadable. She simply stood still for a moment, studying the wires along the wall and the narrow access panel nestled behind them.

Then her eyes flicked down.

A shadow.

Allyson was here somewhere. Hidden but not gone. Valery waited. Not long. Just enough. Letting her presence be felt without speaking a single word.

She'd know Valery was coming.

Allyson Locke ​

 

[Nyxira Valis]

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The shadows beneath Endor's trees were ancient, older than any Empire, older than the war machines that now stalked the soil, older even than the Jedi who once burned through its forests. But tonight, those shadows stirred anew. Far from the Alliance fortifications and scattered encampments, a silent vessel emerged from the sky. Obsidian and smooth, it cut through the air, barely disturbing the jungle as it descended toward a secluded stretch of forest floor.

The ship touched down.

And from it, Nyxira emerged. Clad in dark robes, the Sith Lady stepped onto Endor's soil as if it had been waiting for her. The forest bent with wind not made by weather, the Force itself recoiling around her presence. She had been gone, far beyond known space, but now she had returned.

With war on the horizon, and the Alliance coiling in anticipation, her presence here was no accident. There were targets to break. Wards to unravel. Defenses to rot from within.

But first, a signal.

Nyxira pressed a gloved hand to a small holopad. Her voice carried through encrypted channels tuned to only one recipient.

"Serina. The time for wandering is over.
"I've returned. And I am not alone."
"Find me. We have work to do."

The message was cut. The forest went still. Somewhere across the stars, she would feel it, a call pulling her to Endor.

Darth Virelia ​

 

[Kain Aldore]

Objective I : Fortification
Tags: Nos Voros (Open)

By the force he was on his last nerves. The rest of the turbolaser repairs went off without any more misfires. He even got the one he'd been struggling with functioning better than all the rest. But if it wasn't one thing, it was another. Kain was trying his hardest to keep up. Systems would fritz out and he'd drag them back to life like a stubborn surgeon. Jumpstarting power couplings, kicking failed generators like they owed him money until they'd spark back to life. The whole thing was odd, like the outpost didn't want to be defended. No that was wrong.

Kain was diving elbows deep in the innards of a comm terminal. A light stick hanging out of his mouth as he bit down trying to keep it steady, he'd been in the midst's of fusing a split wire back together. He figured bugs had been getting into the hardware. Chewing down on anything that wasn't durasteel, he was about to start an extermination business at this rate.
'Kain's cockroach saber jockey's.'
No that wasn't right
'Aldore's roach Endor's.'
Yeah. that was the one.

That's when he saw it. Sabotage, right past the wires it looked like carbon scoring plastered on the housing. Not a mistake that would be caused by a manufacturer or patch job. It was in the wrong spot.

He stood, light stick clattering to the ground from his jaw. Eyes glancing around at the passing Alliance members. He clocked a group of soldiers sitting near by. A few mechanics wandering in another direction. Jedi. Pilots. Engineers. Everyone seemed like they belonged there. In fact given a mirror he'd probably be the stand out. This wasn't good. He'd heard reports of commandos found in the forest but this was a bit different than a trooper hiding in the shrubbery.

He reached down and hauled the straps of his flight suit up and over his shoulder, letting them slap down like a pair of suspenders. His jacket came next concealing his weapons. He began to wander. If there was someone in camp sabotaging their equipment, they would most likely look like a mechanic.

Kain came to the edge of the encampment, just past a watch tower. Forest was the only thing left in front of him. He felt outwards with the force and here came the part he sucked at. He could tell there was life out there. However the finer details? Size, Direction, Intention. All lost on the former Jedi Knight.

The satellite dish to his left protruding though the canopy had also been messed with. There was someone here in the camp, making them second guess their own equipment, or trying to delay progress enough that it could throw everyone off during an assault. "Great... Now I need to play where's Jabba." Kain's hand extended upwards, and with a steady twist of his wrist the dish began to move back into the position he'd help calibrate earlier in the stay.

He made his way back through the camp, he'd been given a list of names he knew were definitely Alliance members, and more importantly a list of names that could be trusted. One of them had stood out Nos Voros .

Kain walked over to that section of the camp, and in his typical irreverence walked past whoever was standing outside of the tent, clearly Interrupting a moment.

"Oops." Kain stared at the Zeltron and his Chiss companion, having heard the very end of their conversation, he was in here with three souls, not two. "Cool... So I'm sure we can find streamers. But before then we have a problem. I think there's someone in the camp, and I'm pretty sure they don't belong here." He could find the two a baby shower present later. First, the mole.

 

[Emery Lloren]

OBJ. ? — Assess and continue​

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"I am not afraid to fight, I am afraid to forget why I'm fighting."
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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 hiss of the shuttle doors behind him faded into the hush of Endor’s forests. Emery stepped off the ramp, boots sinking slightly into damp moss. Cool air kissed his face, thick with pine and something older—like the planet remembered a time before war.

He didn’t speak to anyone. Didn’t look back toward the temporary outpost as it bustled with offloading crates and clipped orders. His path turned away from it all, down a sloped trail of earth and root, toward a glade where the trees grew tighter and the sky narrowed overhead.

He stopped only once—long enough to run his fingers along the bark of a massive tree, breathing in its steady hum in the Force. Then he found a quiet rise beyond the camp’s edge, the kind of place no one set up tents, and lowered himself to sit cross-legged in the moss.

Silence. Deep and clean. He closed his eyes, and the world moved around him: the rustle of leaves, the shift of birds, the murmur of the Force threading through it all.

It didn’t judge. It didn’t question. It simply was.

But then, a presence. Not the kind that startled—familiar, muted, walking with measured steps. Emery opened his eyes, but didn’t rise. He waited, steady and unintrusive.

When the figure stepped into view, he offered only a small nod in greeting.

And after a beat, his voice was low—almost quiet enough to be mistaken for the breeze.

“You walked far enough to be alone. That usually means something.”

He didn’t press. His gaze flicked toward the forest, as if to share the space with it instead of filling it.

“I come to places like this to listen. Not to answers. Just to the quiet, when the rest is too loud.”

Still seated, Emery lifted one hand, brushing aside a thin frond swaying near his blond hair.

“Sometimes the Force says nothing. That can be the hardest thing to hear.”

He turned his head slightly, not in challenge, not to study, just to be present.

“You don’t owe me words. But I’ll be here a while, if you’d rather not sit with the silence alone.”

He didn’t ask questions. Didn’t make assumptions.

He simply made space.

Nos Voros

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[Azurine Varek]

The Pin Drops

Outfit: Clothing/Armor | Glove | Right Arm | Talisman | Purple Bracelet
Weapons: Lightsaber 1 [x] | Lightsaber 2 [x] | Hook Swords

Like wind that whistled through the streets, Azzie moved through shadows, leaving behind only a subtle footprint or two in the dust behind her. There was nothing to indicate there was anything out of place as she trailed close behind a small group of thrall soldiers from a rooftop. She wouldn't need to fight them, at least not here.

Wrapped in her invisibility, she would reach a hand outward and sweep it through the air. A technique of mental manipulation, willing their thoughts into extreme drowsiness as one word was placed into their thoughts: sleep. Their simple minds would be overcome almost instantly, the group of eight slumping into an unconscious sleep and being caught by a swift telekinetic response, which made their slump to the ground at the back of an alley lined with long, hardened volcanic rock just as soundless.

She dropped from her position, her feet making a gentle pitter upon her landing. Her hands searched for any data chips and key cards. Something that could give her any indication of a map or a clue. Nothing.

"Farking hell..." she whispered into the wind.

She was about ready to give up the effort and move, sweeping her eyes across the pile of sleeping... soldiers? Azzie couldn't tell; they had auras like soldiers, could be affected like something living, but acted like robots. Her scan brought her to one that seemed out of place amongst the others. More... alive. Sweeping through his belongings, she finally found something—a small data chip. Immediately, she scanned it through the signet ring secured around her finger. It wasn't much, no internal access, but it did have a city map with a couple of markings. One of which was a set of letters and numbers.

"Whatever that shipment consists of, he cannot be allowed to leave here with it. Find out what it is, retrieve a sample, and destroy the rest."

"VX-NX13, Does that mean anything to you?" She spoke softly through the link while scanning through the map, her mind momentarily skipping past the knowledge that the Eternal Father himself was already here. A transport stockpile, then, likely whatever that designation code happened to be relating to. "There's a series of tunnels under the city. I'll take those from here; they're less likely to be guarded. If they have something worth guarding, it's going to be near the city center. I'll start there."

Turning on her heels, Azzie once again vanished into the air as if she'd been nothing but an illusion to begin with. A swift and silent flame, unseen until it was too late. She trusted Thurion with her life, knowing she'd be alerted if he found anything new. Strike team transports were very likely positioning themselves and gathering what they could as well. Any extra crumb would be helpful.

She pulled a small tube from one of the larger pouches hanging from her belt, the item nearly jumping from the bag as her hand hovered over it. A beam emitted from what could have been called lipstick, which Azzie carefully maneuvered through the screw mechanisms that held a street grate in place. Following the pop of metal, she only had a moment to lift, drop herself downward into the tunnels, and place the grate back into its designated spot. A moment she was lucky she had, watching as a couple of thralls rounded the corner right as the metal moved back to position. They wouldn't be smart enough to be able to figure out much more than that.

She had a map, a mission, and a location with which to head first.

Thurion Heavenshield | Darth Carnifex​