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

[Lucette]

Lucette carefully scraped a crust of dried blood into a secure vial, her movements precise. Nearby, Tibbs gleefully chased his own tail in increasingly wide circles. "Tibbs is here on his first real outing," she remarked lightly, casting the creature a fond glance. "My other guardians are not quite finished, still cooking, as it were." She referred, of course, to the young creatures she continued to develop with her grandmother's guidance.

The old penitentiary around them was decrepit, thick with the scent of rot and long-decayed ambition. It was like so many remnants of the First Order, forgotten and left to crumble beneath moss and shadow.

"Of course you are," Lucette said gently, her lips curving into a smile as she addressed Viers. "You're Viers." She stood and crossed the space between them, her presence warm and unhurried. "You are my person." A boop to the nose. "And perhaps, when we're finished here, we could stop by Galactic Griddle and try that new steak special?"

She slipped the vial neatly into her satchel and considered Viers's question with a thoughtful tilt of her head. "Oh, anything really, likely Ewok. Their biology is curious, and there may be potential with some of the samples I've gathered. I suspect Grandmother has them already catalogued, but," she paused with a small sigh, "I've been instructed to conduct fieldwork myself. Apparently, it's 'unhealthy' to spend all my time in the lab."

Just then, movement caught her eye, a small figure darting along the crumbling wall. One of her Verminkin. Lucette stepped away from Viers and knelt, listening intently as the creature chittered in alarm, his colony had seen what happened to the poor Leaper. Her expression shifted. "Oh dear," she murmured, brows knitting together. "I see."

"Back to your colony, then." She rose smoothly to her feet and turned toward Viers, only to find the Corellian unusually still, serious, even. That alone was enough to set Lucette on edge. The way Viers sniffed the air only confirmed it.

Lucette's hand moved instinctively to the hilt of her lightsaber, a simple thing, unadorned but functional. "Viers," she said calmly, her voice now clipped with clarity and alertness, "what is it?"

She listened, then gave a single nod, her expression composed but firm. "I see." A final glance down the corridor. Tibbs stood between Lucy and Viers, growling, his little fin completely upright, he growled with as much ferocity as he could gather. "It would seem we are to have company, then."

Aris Noble | Zaiya Ceti | Viers Connory​

 

[Kain Aldore]

OBJ I: Someone is messing with my stuff. Fortification.
Tags: Emery Lloren Nos Voros

'Oh that's great... I'm out here with Operator Angst, and Kid Wisdom' Kain thought to himself as he watched the two talk about the Chiss woman he'd seen.

Kain wished he could spread some insight, give Nos some knowledge about the state of his Ex's health. Or more accurately if she was actually pregnant or not. For Kain though, that would be like trying to find one specific womp rat on Tatooine. His connection to the force wasn't subtle, it didn't speak to him like it does to other Jedi. His connection is raw. Like an open wound. When he'd seen them the only clue he'd received was by way of their conversation. "It's Kain by the way" He interjected into the spiritual unburdening the two were sharing.

"Listen Kid. I get it. Everyone prepares for war in different ways. I'm force sensitive, I was a Jedi, I left cause I saw what conflict was doing to people I respected. Yet, once again, here I am. No- Here we are. We're all on this planet for a reason. The Sith are coming. Hell they're already here. And if we don't step up, then who?"

"I don't know what the force is telling you" He gestured to Emery. "And I don't know if your Ex is actually pregnant." He moved the stick with a flourish to Nos

Kain then snapped the stick like a nervous tick. What did he know? "But someone has been messing with my chit."

"I don't know her. You do. If you think she's the person playing cat and mouse with the equipment I spent the last couple of rotations dragging back to life. Then I'll help you stop her." Kain then tiled his head in the other direction.
"But If you think she's innocent. Then I'll drag down walls like they insulted me to prove it."

He threw the two halves of the whole stick into the long grass next to him and stared without fanfare, did he talk too much? Yes. Was he filled with a fierce loyalty, one that convicted him to help? Absolutely.

 

[Feridade Parthi]

| Location | Fondor, Senate Hall
| Objective | Joint Committee Discussion

A joint committee had been called to discuss the future plans of the Alliance in their war against the Sith. Parthi sighed as he reviewed the file sent to him prior to the meeting. At the very least the Alliance had moved to reinforce the border between the Sith and them, with efforts focused around entrenching Endor. Something finally done right for a change given how tedious things were going with the Alliance and its neighbors. ​

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Parthi had arrived as his fellow senators were giving their comments on the situation, speaking up in response to Annasari and Dod's statements, "Because Senator Annasari , a counter-offensive would necessitate a proper way to breach the Sith's Blackwall. Even if we did manage to find a small crack in their line, it would hardly be large enough to exploit and mobilize a large enough force to retaliate. As Senator Dod pointed out, we'd be wasting more resources and lives than we can afford at this time by blindly attempting to probe it. Credit where credit is due to our enemies in the Sith, they were thorough in deploying it." He paused before continuing, "Even if we did organize a small task force to search for a solution, it would be a suicidal mission at best."​

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Golden eyes drifted across those present as he laced his fingers together and spoke, "Let us not also forget how our attempts to expunge the Dark Empire from the Core resulted - an enemy dwarfed in comparison to us, but still able to repel our efforts. Our strategies and approaches to dealing with the enemy need to be revised, because we are clearly failing to match them." ​

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"Our military is in need of advantages that we currently lack. Consolidation of resources and entrenching the borders is in my opinion our best opportunity in whittling down the enemy's resources while buying us time to find a viable solution. A simple, quick, and brutal blow to devastate the enemy will be far more effective than scattered skirmishes."​

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He leaned back in his seat as he seemed to contemplate a thought. Typically not one to advocate for the wasting of lives or resources that they were already strained for, something did appear to pique his interest.​

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"The Sith's Blackwall is only effective at where their borders lie. Assuming we are able to discover a gap, we'll be able to exploit it and establish a large enough foothold on the other side of the Blackwall. From there it would simply be a matter of keeping the back door to a larger and more comprehensive force to hold."​

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Having reviewed the current state of the borders between the Alliance and Sith, it seemed he did have a possible, though highly theoretical route they could perhaps tool for their advantage- however it was all dependent on being able to navigate the Blackwall safely.​

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Annasari | Monaray Dod | Kaela Verrin​

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[Emery Lloren]

OBJ. ? — Assess and continue

"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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Emery stayed where he was, fingers curling lightly into the moss at his sides as Kain spoke. His jaw tightened with every word — “kid,” the tone, the way Kain talked like everything was decided already, like Emery was just background noise in the middle of someone else’s war.

He exhaled through his nose, slow and quiet, trying not to let it get to him. But it did.

“You can just say my name.” His voice was soft, but firm in the way someone forced calm when their chest felt tight. “... It’s Emery.” He said, voice raised just a bit.

For a moment, he watched Kain — watched him snap the stick, watched him toss it aside like none of this mattered as much as his own speech.

Emery straightened where he sat beneath the tree, drawing in a long breath like it might give him steadier footing.

“Look, I didn’t come out here pretending to be some wise Jedi or some veteran of the galaxy. I’m not. I haven’t seen half of what you have, I haven’t fought in your wars, and I sure as hell don’t have all the answers.”

He shook his head, blond hair falling into his eyes for a heartbeat before he brushed it back. His hand trembled, just slightly.

“But that doesn’t mean I’m just some kid you can brush off. I don’t need you to believe in what I’m doing. I didn’t ask for that. I came out here to think. To listen. Because right now that’s all I can do that feels real. Everything else — the orders, the missions, the politics — it feels like trying to hold smoke in my hands.”

Emery’s gaze flicked between Kain and Nos, his expression raw — frustration and something quieter beneath it. A hurt he didn’t want to name.

“I’m not trying to get in your way. I’m not trying to act bigger than I am. But you don’t have to talk to me like I’m in the way either. Or like I’m too young to see what’s happening around me.”

His voice lowered at that, as if the weight of it settled heavier on his shoulders the longer he spoke.

“I don’t know what the Force is saying. Half the time, I don’t think I hear it at all. I’m out here because... maybe if I sit quiet long enough, it’ll say something. Something that’ll help make sense of all of this.”

His fingers loosened from the moss, resting now in his lap. The cool air moved through the trees around them, and for a second Emery let it fill the quiet that followed his words.

“I didn’t ask to be caught in the middle of this." Emery waved his hand around, designating Endor and it's forests. "I’m just trying to figure out how to be part of it and survive without losing myself first.”

He looked away, toward the forest beyond, and his last words came out quieter.

“That’s all I’ve got.”

Nos Voros Kain Aldore

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[Nos Voros]

Nos tried to listen for about 30 seconds.

His jaw was tight. Shoulders tenser. And his eyes flicked between the two Jedi like they were sparring with feelings and he’d wandered into the ring. The sarcasm in Kain’s tone, the fire in Emery’s rebuttal, the sheer rawness of it—it all piled into the back of Nos’s head like a stack of frag grenades with a faulty timer.

He ran a hand down his face.

“I walked into the woods to be alone and somehow ended up with two Jedi arguing.”

He gestured vaguely at the pair of them, exasperated.

“What are the odds? Are Jedi supposed to be this common. Are they breeding now? Am I on a nest? You fooled me with the pilot digs."

He turned a slow look toward Emery, then Kain.

“And, yeah, I know I’m not helping. Zeltron telepathy’s sparking out like a frayed cable.”

His voice was low. Irritated. Every bit of his emotional wiring frayed from sleeplessness, suspicion, and dread.
He stood abruptly. To say something biting. To escalate something When—

He froze.

Eyes narrowed, looking at Kain.
Nos raised a hand.
Pointed a finger.
Past Kain’s shoulder.

“Who the kriff is that?”

Behind Kain, half-shadowed beneath a low tree branch, was a man who absolutely did not belong. Balding, with a patchy mustache. Repairman's outfit clinging to him like like his gut wanted to escape. A datapad toolkit under one arm. A holdout blaster in the other.

Spoiler: The Eavesdropper

He was standing like someone caught rifling through someone else's undergarment drawer. Eyes wide. Breath held.

Nos blinked.

The man yelped and fired a bolt; the shot went wide into the woods—nowhere near any of them—the man turned to run, tripped, dropped his toolkit with a clatter of metal and wire, stumbled forward and ran. Like a startled gizka. His arms flailed. One boot came half-off. His form was... astoundingly bad. Nos had seen Ewoks run with better form less than an hour ago.

There was zero ambiguity.

“…is that him?”

Nos looked to Kain. He didnt even need to ask.

“Yeah. That’s him.”

He stood in a single, fluid motion. Drew his pistol in one hand, knife in the other. No words, moving to immediate pursuit.

Kain Aldore | Emery Lloren​

 

[Nathan Bloodscrawl]

The Alliance Military had sent a shuttle for the team he had captured after he had stripped them of their weapons and armor. He had also made sure to search them for hidden implants and tracking devices.

The soldiers viewed him with a raised eyebrow as they loaded his captures. Nathan was much older than the other Padawan 's, but the soldiers knew a hardened killer choosing restraint when they saw one. Some in the Jedi thought he was ex-military. He wasn't. He had simply fought soldiers so many times that their habits had inevitably changed him.

Nathan watched as the shuttle lifted off without a word exchanged between him and the soldiers. Then he was back on the hunt, looking for other interlopers and signs of sabotage. He had to be on the lookout for booby traps set by the locals as well as his own side.

It was slow going. More than once he almost fell into a pungi-stick trap set by the Ewoks. He noted Alliance made sensors, noted boot tracks in the dirt, putting suspicious track marks all in a data pad. It was almost night time.

He subtly tensed, smelling something out of place, a shift in the air. The static that raised hairs on the back of his head. He sensed nothing in the Force. But that didn't matter. There were some things you just couldn't hide at close range.

He wheeled around, deflecting the overhead saber blow from the heavily armored Sith Warrior that had apparently put som points into the stealth skill tree.

Nathan brutally bashed his saber like a baseball bat against the warrior. But the Warrior was no slouch at his defense either, and Nathan soon found himself having to get creative, ducking and partying heavy Djem So strikes. He tried teleporting around him but the Sith met his blade at every blow, nearly gutting him with a retractable wrist blade in his gauntlet.

Nathan teleported backwards. The Sith clenched his fist and Nathan felt the Dark Side pressing on his neck and lifting him up as though he was being hung by a noose.

Screw this, Nathan thought, focusing long enough to deliver a bolt of Electric Judgement to the Sith, the green bolt hitting him square in the chest and stunning him heavily, making Nathan drop to the ground, coughing.

The Sith rose up, infuriated. Nathan just stared at him, making note of the environment.

The Sith made a corkscrew leap for him, red lightsaber held towards Nathan as he spun in the air with a frightening roar.

Nathan stomped on the end of a large branch half buried in the grass, making the other end of the heavy branch pivot up violently just as the Sith's head was directly above it.

The branch tip smacked into the head of the Sith and his lightsaber went flying upward from his grasp as he fell to the ground, the Sith's lightsaber in an uncontrolled spin directly above the Sith as it fell.

The red lightsaber's tip went directly through a gap in the chest armor as the stunned Sith tried to rise. He was dead instantly.

Nathan teleported over and pulled the still burning red lightsaber out of the Sith 's chest, deactivating it. He concentrated, green, light side lightning flowing from his arms over the hilt, purifying the synth crystal within.

When he flashed it on it was a fully active, and lethal, green blade.

"Yoink." Nathan muttered before his own inherent mental instability caused him to notice whoever was reading this.

"You all saw! I didn't do chit! Bro got done in by the physics engine!" he exclaimed belatedly at whoever read this before leaving the corpse for the animals.

He started coughing. The Sith might have done more damage to his esophagus than he thought.

Nathan headed to a Ewok Village that just happened to be under control from Connel Vanagor 's team. He approached in the search lights, so the Ewok's wouldn't think he was trying to sneak in. They were understandably jumpy.

He kept his hands raised as they signalled to Connel. He kept coughing, the pain in his throat growing more pronounced as the adrenaline wore off. He needed to find a medic to treat him, because it was too dangerous to try and heal out there.

Nos Voros

Corazona von Ascania

Emery Lloren

Kain Aldore

Reina Daival

 

[Kain Aldore]

OBJ I: Fortification
Tag's: Emery Lloren Nos Voros


Kain was still propping himself up against the mighty Endor tree, Like it was the one thing that could take his weight. Jaw flexing as Emery spoke. He didn't interrupt. Didn't cut him off, that wasn't his style, at least not when it counted. Kain hid his own issues with his flawless humor, but he knows when to drop it too.
He heard the weight behind Emery's voice. Kain called him a Kid because he, was. The young man was in his early twenties, but he'd just woken up from a cryo nap that lasted over a decade. When it was supposed to last a few months. Kain wasn't going to tell him that though. No that would be an excuse in his mind. Instead. He looked at the ground in front of him.

"Yeah... you're right. Alright. Emery." His voice had dropped his usual swagger. It was still rough. But quieter now.

"I wasn't trying to talk down to you. Just-" How did he phrase this without sounding like an old man? "Well I suck at the talking part. You're out here trying not to lose yourself and I didn't respect that. Listen I'm like a speeder without a stabilizer. I can't tell what you're thinking like some of your peer's can. I can however drag a YT series freighter out of the sky like it's a training probe." He finally broke a smile "if I'm asked nicely."

"And you!" His eyes shifted to Nos. "I was going to say you're holding this together better than I would. I can see it now, Lighting from the finger tips. Someone wondering why there's something on fire." Kain looked between the two "Hey and for the record. I'm not a jedi, Haven't been for a long time. You clocked me right as a Flyboy. That's actually kinda scary now that you mention-"

Nos spoke and his finger came up.

Kain's head jerked like he was behind the seat of a fighter. The man began to run. Kain however was always the fastest one in the room.

His foot dug into the ground as the blaster round glanced- Somewhere?

Standing Kain stuck his hand out and flicked his wrist. Vines came up snapping and trying to entangle their assailant. No. That would be too generous. Unfortunately the foliage failed to find purchase.

"I hate it when I'm right." Kain stood and began to take off his jacket summoning his saber, without igniting it. "Well gentlemen. Shall we?"

 

[Zaiya Ceti]

Objective I:
Outfit: x x x x x | Equipment: x x x x x x | Weapons: x x x | Companion: Domxite
Interacting with: Viers Connory Lucette Aris Noble

Zaiya flinched when the creature flashed into view. First in Aris's hand, then suddenly it was not.

Finally there was a sickening crunch with a half shriek, and a dull drop to the moss.

The Lovalla Padwan stared down at the twisted little thing, its fangs still bared, its eyes glassy and furious even in death. Her stripes pulsed an inky melancholy silvery black flecked with lime green, the hues streaking in sharp streaks over her arms and throat as both sorrow and revulsion tightened in her chest. It was small. It had a heartbeat. It had hated.

She swallowed. Zaiya didn't like taking or watching a life end, but much like the netherworld sith span they had experienced before, some things were not so easy to neutralize

"I don't think they feel danger," she said quietly, voice tight as she agreed with Aris that they were now in the thick of it.

"I think they are the danger."

Domxite gave a thrill and nodded at Aris, the tiny droid immediately moving to send a distress signal and their location. For now, they had to be safe and work together.

"There are many... but something still feels odd. Almost... organized." A hand came up to tap at her cuff, where the three life detector scanners popped off and immediately went flying forward, Zaiya deploying them to start mapping.

"I can feed the data into your helm so that the noises won't overwhelm your senses." Zaiya offered, as he wouldn't be able to sense them through the Force like she would.

Either way, the Force was crawling now. It had been whispering before, but now it roared under her skin as they drew nearer. THere was such a sense of wrongness pushing in from all sides. Some of the things she sensed were close. Too close. They blinked in and out like flickers in a faulty holoprojector within her senses.

She drew in a breath, and her bioluminescence gave a sharp ripple of silvery glow as the negative emotions traced her cheekbones and down her collar as her focus snapped into clarity.

"Follow me." She added with a quick breath before she focused, and this time, her skin dimmed again as amber and pale yellow threads shimmered together over her mottled spots, stripes barely visible beneath the canopy's filtered light. She had been practicing to try and keep her emotions calm during intense situations so that she could have a semblance of control over her own projected biolumienece and color shifting.

"Yeah... I think.... someone or something might be controlling them," she told Aris over her shoulder, opal blue eyes narrowing as her senses bloomed, stretching out further as they drew nearer.

"If these things are Sithspawn, we're not walking into a nest. We're walking into a war zone." and as the scent of rot and chittering sounds grew, the more that became obvious.

 

[Darth Kentarch]

OBJECTIVE 1 | INFILTRATION
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The forest was silent. Not with the serenity of peace, but with the stillness of a place that sensed a dangerous predator. On the forest moon of Endor, the towering trees stood like ancient sentinels, their limbs stretched skyward as though they had seen many wars and expected one more. Between the scent of pine, moss, and the slow breath of decay, something that did not belong moved without making a sound.

High above, on a wide, gnarled branch of an old-growth tree, Darth Kentarch watched the Alliance forces in complete silence. He made no sound. He did not breathe as ordinary beings breathed. Even the Force, which so often betrayed the presence of its wielders, could not give him away. Buried Presence suppressed every whisper of his power, sinking it deep into the bones of the world. Force Cloak wrapped him in a veil of unreality, rendering him invisible to the eye. Not even the most disciplined Jedi Master would sense him lurking there. He was a shadow among shadows, a predator waiting to strike.

Below him, the GADF scurried about like ants over a fresh corpse. Engineers laid cable and set up turrets, and laborers made makeshift barricades and carried crates of supplies. Soldiers moved in columns, in an orderly fashion; they set up perimeters and checkpoints, made patrols, and sentry lines. They made sweeps through the foliage, boots sinking into the humus of the earth. Yet no matter how hard they tried, the forest rejected them.

Darth Kentarch observed without moving, his blackened visage concealing the features of his face. He did not need a datapad, scanner, or even a relay system to analyze their defenses. He carefully observed, memorized, and recorded each movement, each flaw, in his mind. He marked which sentries drifted when they thought no one was looking. He listened to the radio chatter, filtered through the ambient noise, memorizing call signs and protocols. The longer he waited, the more their illusions of control unraveled before him.

Instinctively, the Sith hand rested on his Lightsaber. Made from a rare Ghostfire crystal, it produced a blade that was almost impossible to see and detect. Yet he would draw it. His weapons were patience, silence, and stillness. He would let the soldiers settle in and get comfortable first, let believe the area was secure. Then he would strike.

In the branches, a pair of birds burst upward in startled flight. A trooper glanced up, nervous. His squadmate chuckled and made a joke. Kentarch did not laugh.

He simply watched. And waited.

 

[Thurion Heavenshield]

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

The Lion continued his slow and steady march, unconcerned with the vastness of the Dark Lord's host comprised of mindless drones and menacing black-clad elites alike, the former staring blankly whilst the latter eagerly awaited their master's command to charge the lone knight. Had the command been given, they would have given their all to lay low another threat to their sovereign's rule. No doubt they would have performed their task with the greatest of zeal and most terrible fury.

Thurion was glad the command was never given, for he did not relish facing Kaine with a weary sword arm.

"I am come to slay demons; I am come to banish darkness," said the Lion, standing tall and proud when so many would falter or go mad in the mere presence of such cruelty made manifest. "I am come, because it is right."

In a display of the Dark Lord's power did his flying minions take to the skies, seeking to sniff out whoever had accompanied the Lion on his quest and deliver a most gruesome end. But before him stood the Heavenshield; the heavens were his domain. Holding his sword aloft, Anarion came alive and shone bright, and with a deafening thunderclap did the eternal storm raging amongst blackened clouds cease their incessant roar. The blade came down in a wide, vertical arc, cutting through the air with a metallic hum.

The blanket of blackness was split open, and from it poured forth the brightest of sunlight unto a world long starved of it. Minions of the Dark Lord writhed in agony, blinded by its brilliance and scorched by its purity, whilst airborne Vorn-Strunga dropped from the skies in droves, many of whom perished from the unbroken fall.

"My life was claimed by another a long time ago, Zambrano," returned the Lion as he strode up to the Butcher King, shield raised and sword held at his side in a prepared stance. "It is not mine to give away, nor was it ever yours to take."

He came to a stop and raised the hilt of his sword to his visor, honouring his age-old foe and the duel that was to take place.

"Once more unto the breach, old man. Until the stars no longer have need of us, and casts us from this realm entire."

 

[Aadihr Lidos]

THE WATCHFUL VOID

Outfit: Field Attire, Earring, Bangle
Weapons: Walking stick / Lightsaber Pike | Slugthrower Rifle

There was something in the forest. Moving unlike the fauna and the soldiers. In the way predators stalked, clever, unseen, and convinced of its silence.

It may have been invisible in the spectrum of light, but it was not unseen.

From a ridge nearly 1.2 kilometers out, Aadihr Lidos lay among the rocks and fallen leaves, wrapped in stillness, uncamoflaged. His blindfold's trail of cloth behind the knot fluttered faintly in the wind. He was still, not attempting to hide his presence, physical or in the force spectrum of sight.

The rifle’s bipod rested on a smoothed stone. The Legion LRP Mk I had scope detached, smart optics disabled. Just a suppressor, Unnecessary for Aadihr. Just his own view of range, wind arc, and silence. A subsonic round was already chambered. He wasn’t aiming. He was watching. The target had been tracked for some time.

The predator perched high in a tree, motionless, buried beneath layers of Force Cloak and buried presence. To a casual seeker, he was gone. But to Aadihr's vision, he was muted outline, distinct by the presence it didn't give off it wasnt the hollow outline of some sith assassins he'd slain, nor was it the abyssal void silhouette of something dead in the force. The Force did not vanish, it was simply a beige, neutral tone, like camouflage in motion to the the casual observer, it might even slip past others trained in force sight.

Aadihr was far cry from a casual observer

Aadihr had seen him lift his hand to the saber hilt. He had seen where the blade would swing. He had watched a dozen futures and the violence they promised.

Stillness reigned.

He could end it here. A single trigger squeeze. A supersonic crash through the dark. The Ghostfire saber would clatter unseen to the forest floor, still humming in confusion. Callous murder was distasteful to Aadihr.

He was not here to hunt. He was here to warn.

Instead, a shot was fired, mostly silent, fully suppressed and soaring in a long arc, gently nudged by wind, gravity, and Coriolis effects.

The limb in front of Darth Kentarch exploded into splinters. An impact that was not silent.

Aadihr pulled back the lever action, and chambered another subsonic round

Darth Kentarch​

 

[Vera Noble]

Endor

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Tag: Corazona von Ascania Jackson Lesan Reina Daival

Vera felt Jackson's whisper at her side and glanced at him, her grin widening with zero hesitation. "Oh, I'm sure," she said quietly, leaning just enough toward him so he could hear. "I've done far worse. This will be great." She turned her attention forward again, innocent as ever, and dipped her head at Cora's greeting.

"A little experience," Vera answered honestly, her tone light but respectful. "I've practiced it a few times. Nothing major, just enough to get a sense for it. Never used it in a defensive setup like this, though."

She tilted her head, eyes flicking toward the vines and seeds in Cora's hand with clear interest.

"Figured it was time to try it for real." Just then, movement caught her eye, and she turned to see Reina approaching. Vera offered the other Padawan a small but welcoming smile and a wave, glad to see her join in.

"Looks like we've got a good team now," she said to the group, then looked back at Cora. "Where do you want us?"

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[Aris Noble]

An organized group of Sithspawn? They were already unheard of on Endor, but if there was more purpose here than just ravenous monsters to disrupt and distract, did that mean there was something far too important for the Sith to ignore otherwise? There was far too much unknown here for Aris's liking. His expression thinned as he looked about through the trees before the helmet Zaiya had made for him crawled over his face to help protect his senses.

Let him focus more on the threats close to them, rather than all through the forest.

"If they are the ones behind it, we'll-" He paused. If the people Zaiya felt were the ones in charge, what would they do? What were they supposed to do? He reached up, idly touching the necklace he wore as he glanced towards the girl that had helped him make it. Was this the feeling of being overprotective, perhaps?

He smiled after a moment, reaching out to tap her shoulder. The colors rippling over her, she wasn't concerned about him, but rather what this all meant. She was focused on the mission, as he should be.

"We'll assess the situation first. We can't run the risk that they're not innocents about to be caught up by these creatures. If they're behind it, Domxite can send the signal further and we can let the Master's know where and who." And if they were people who needed help, then they could get an emergency shuttle to get them out.

They had this.

"I've got you're back."

He fell in line behind her, the shimmering metal on his arm shifting into a vague dagger like shape in his hand. Quiet for now, as quiet as they could be. If something else got too close, he'd handle it with a quick throw. Silent to keep them hidden, or at least vaguely unknown on where they were.

Zaiya Ceti | Viers Connory | Lucette

 

[Kaela Verrin]

Kaela remained seated as the others spoke, fingers lightly folded over one another. When there was a lull in the conversation, she finally spoke, "I find myself agreeing with Senators Dod and Parthi." There was a faint edge in her voice. She didn't often agree with Senator Dod in particular, but she supposed there was a first time for everything.

"Launching a counter-offensive without understanding the limits of the Blackwall would be reckless. It would cost us personnel and ships we can't afford to lose. The Sith designed it to force hesitation, and in that, they've already gained an advantage. If we fall for it, if we throw forces at a wall we do not understand, we're only playing into their hand."

She shifted in her seat, eyes moving to the rest of the room.

"But standing still is not an option either. We are overdue for decisive action, and if not through direct confrontation, then through precision. If the Mors Mon is truly the centerpiece of their operations in our territory, then removing it must become a priority. Not just as a symbolic blow, but as a logistical one. Their forces rely on its presence. Their morale, perhaps more."

She turned her attention briefly toward the Chancellor's side of the room, though she did not call him out by name.

"I believe the SIA should be leveraged far more aggressively. Not only to locate the Mors Mon, but to find the weaknesses in the Blackwall. If a traditional military path is blocked, then we should be exploring alternatives. Intelligence, sabotage, disruption: tools that are often underutilized until we're desperate for options."

Kaela leaned slightly forward.

"We need answers. We need to know where to hit them. That cannot wait for another committee meeting or another round of strategy memos. If we're serious about responding to what's happening on Endor, then the work starts here, with clear objectives and a timeline to begin pursuing them."

She sat back again, but the look in her eyes made clear she was not done with the matter.

Annasari Feridade Parthi Monaray Dod​

 

[Emery Lloren]

OBJ. ? — Assess and continue

"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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Emery had just started to breathe again. Kain’s attitude had shifted. The sarcasm was gone, and for a moment Emery thought maybe they could finally focus on what mattered. He gave a small nod, not exactly forgiving, but willing to move forward. Then Nos stood. His tone changed. And the tension snapped right back.

Emery followed Nos’s pointed finger, his gaze sharpening when he spotted the man half-hidden under the tree. It took all of a second to clock what he was seeing. The guy looked like he didn’t belong anywhere near them. Balding, patchy mustache, holding a datapad kit like it might explode, and gripping a blaster like he didn’t know what end fired the bolt. The man froze, wide-eyed like a kid caught stealing. Then he panicked.

The shot went wide. Useless. The man turned and tried to run, looking like he’d never done it before. The toolkit scattered across the ground. His boot slipped halfway off. He stumbled like he’d trip over air, arms flailing as he bolted deeper into the trees.

Emery blinked, his mind catching up as Nos was already moving. Kain was right behind, jacket coming off, saber hilt in hand but not yet lit. The pieces fell into place fast. This had to be the one messing with them, the one who’d been tampering with gear or listening in. Whatever he was here for, he wasn’t supposed to be. That was enough.

Emery’s hand dropped to his own saber, removing it from his belt. He didn’t activate it, not yet. His focus narrowed, eyes tracking the man’s path, calculating where he could head him off.

"Fuck me... Just what we needed." His voice was tight but steady. "We can’t even have a conversation without someone creeping around."

He shot a look to Nos and Kain, already falling into step beside them as they moved. There wasn’t time for plans or debates. The runner wasn’t trained, that much was clear, but if he got far enough ahead or had friends out there, this could turn into a real mess fast.

"I’ll take the right flank. Try to cut him off before he gets too far. If he’s got backup waiting, better we find out now."

Emery didn’t wait for a reply. His legs carried him forward, fast, uncontrolled, weaving between the trees. His boots crunched the undergrowth as he picked up speed, keeping low and watching for any sign of the man ahead. He didn’t feel confident. But this wasn’t about confidence. It was about not freezing. About doing something that helped.

His fingers brushed the saber hilt again as he ran, ready if the guy turned with that blaster again.

"Just don’t let him slip us."

Nos Voros Kain Aldore

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[Nos Voros]

Nos didn’t run after the saboteur.
While the others ran after the clumsy insurgent, he just raised his pistol.

The slug flew supersonic across the clearing and punched clean through the back of the saboteur’s knee. He dropped like a bag of lard. Screamed like he was dying. He wasn’t.

Nos holstered the pistol as if he’d just finished marking something off a checklist. His free hand drifted to his belt—drew his knife. No vibroblade, this. Just clean, well-sharpened durasteel. This one had seen service.

He walked slowly, blade low, eyes locked on the crumpled figure in the dirt.

Something changed.

His emotional state—muted before—began to bleed into the air around him. Zeltron empathy sharing the emotion he held within. Not rage. Not bloodlust. Just quiet intent, cold preparation for a classic 'Voros field interrogation.' like the tension right before a field dressing. Or a kill. Nos loomed over the fallen, pathetic victim.

He had no means to tell the Jedi and pilot that the emotion he sent was intentional, a signal visualizing cruel intent as an intimidation tactic to prevent actually having to put in work. At least, no way to clue them in without sacrificing the effectiveness of the coersion. Then he would have to use the knife.

He just took the gamble and continued to approach, absently cleaning under a fingernail with the tip of the knife, envisioning all the horrible things he could do to get the spy to talk. Fueling it into emotion.

“Take his blaster. Staunch the bleeding if you're feeling merciful.”

His voice was low, almost bored. The knife caught the starlight as it turned in his hand. Point downward now.

“I’ll ask him the important questions.”

A pause. The breeze shifted. His boot crunched glass from the dropped datapad.

He glanced back at the Jedi—Emery, Kain.

He said it without irony. But the knife stayed visible. His emotional projection hung like a cold fog: pragmatic violence. Necessary, surgical. Unbothered.

Kain Aldore | Emery Lloren​

 

[Kain Aldore]

OBJ I: Fortification
Tags: Emery Lloren Nos Voros

Kain nodded to Emery, he had a good point, the last thing they needed was someone creeping up on them. Kain thumbed the ignition of his saber, rearing his arm to the side, right on the verge of igniting it and preparing to hurl the thing for the mans leg.

Then he heard the Kraaack echo through the forest. Blood sprayed, bone shattered. A slug thrower. The poor fool's knee buckled under his own weight as he hit the ground crying. Like this wasn't a very possible outcome for a spy, again, a generous title.

Kain just holstered his hilt and shook his head. "Stop wining. You're alive... for now" He looked down to the tubby balding man on the floor. Kain reached out with the force and pulled the mans blaster into his hand, venting the rest of the power cell, and tossing it behind him like garbage.

Nos however was an intimidating individual. Knife ready to carve as deep as he needed to for answers. Kain however didn't really agree with that approach. Time to do what Kain did best. Step on feet.

In an instant, Kain lashed his hand out towards the saboteur. The grass rippled outwards like a repulsorlift shockwave. The man hit the dirt. Hard. Sprawled flat like the gravity beneath him had just tripled. Kain pressed him down with the force, not enough weight to break him, but enough to make every rock and root feel like a bed of needles.

"You, Answers. Now."
Kain's voice was sharp, but not loud. There was a disturbing calm behind his tone.
"You still have one good kneecap, but if you don't remember how to flap your lips. I sincerely doubt that will still be the case in about thirty seconds"

He didn't glance to Nos, didn't have to. No that knife glittered with cold precision, and the intent of violence being projected by the Zeltron like a storm front that rolled in was enough of a reminder.

Kain wasn't a pacifist. But he wasn't about to let Nos carve into this man, and perhaps carve a piece of his own soul away if it could be prevented, this wasn't going to turn into bloodshed for the sake of performance either. He wasn't afraid to inflict a little bit of fear if it got a mouth to move and a confession. A broken body was hard to walk back. And a broken mind might give unreliable information.

 

[Jackson Lesan]

Wearing: xxx
Tag: Vera Noble l Corazona von Ascania | Reina Daival

Jackson stepped beside Vera as they emerged from the brush, boots crunching softly on the mossy path. The forest here felt alive in a way he wasn’t used to. It was dense, alert, and listening. The moment he laid eyes on Knight Corazona, he knew why.

“Knight Cora,” he said with a polite nod, tone level but respectful.

She didn’t have the presence of someone trying to command attention, but somehow, she had it anyway. Jackson could already tell she was the kind of Jedi who let strength show through stillness. That made her harder to read, and harder to trick. He figured Vera had learned that the hard way at least once, judging by the glint in Cora’s eye.

He didn’t bother hiding the side glance to Vera when Cora asked about plant surge. She was already sugarcoating her response a little too much, which meant she was either up to something, or about to be.

Jackson cleared his throat. “Not much experience, honestly,” he admitted, his gaze shifting toward the vine that had gracefully deposited seeds into Cora’s palm. The movement was more than technique. It was communication. That wasn’t just the Force. That was a relationship.

“I’ve studied the theory. I understand the way the roots connect and how they can feel and funnel energy.” He crouched down to trace a gloved hand near the barricade’s base, careful not to disturb it. “But if I’m being honest, I’m usually better at killing plants than growing them.”

He stood again with a small shrug, the faintest smirk forming. “But I’m here to learn. Vera’s been dragging me to more of these kinds of lessons lately. I think she’s trying to see how long it takes before I snap and go full consular.”

Just then, his attention was drawn to the edge of the clearing. Reina was approaching, hesitant, but not hiding. He hadn’t noticed her at first, not until the brush seemed to part just enough to let her in.

He recognized that kind of hesitation. The way someone kept their shoulders tight, as if preparing to be unwelcome even before anyone had said a word. Jackson didn’t say anything right away. Just met her awkward little wave with a casual lift of his hand and a quick nod that said, you're good here.

The Force rippled gently beneath his boots through root, soil, and breath, and as he looked back at Cora and the seeds in her hand, the smirk faded into something a little more thoughtful.

“Where do you want us?” Vera already asked.

He was ready, maybe not for plants, but for whatever came next.

 

[Quinn Varanin]

//: Delsin Shaw //: CT-312 //: Jacen Breska //:
//: Objective 1 - Fortifications //:
//: Attire //:

Quinn watched from a safe distance. The ysalamiri was a creature born of her deepest nightmares. She hadn't picked up on it when they had arrived, but the moment she felt its force barrier, her stomach churned. Memories from Susevfi plagued her mind as she recalled the lizards that had clung freely to her cell. They watched her, unaware of the power they held over her life.

Again, seeing the creature with Delsin, Quinn let herself get distracted till she felt the sense of danger linger. Quickly, she snapped her head towards the trashing limbs of the tree-like creature. It was a rare moment when the Echani Princess had to tap into the training of their people. Taking several steps back, Quinn looked as if she was dancing. Luckily, Delsin got the specimen under control, and she was able to take a breath.

Carefully, Quinn brushed the curled ends of her ashen hair from her face as she looked at the boy, who seemed to be having more fun than she expected. His smile was infectious, and she returned it with a laugh. Quinn moved closer to the creature and the man who had captured it. She stopped still, a distance away, keeping from the lizards' proximity.

"They're interesting," She started tilting her head towards the creature. She could feel it through the Force - its fury and frustrations being captured. Quinn sympathized with it, but she knew if it roamed free, either she or Delsin would become its next meal.

"I'm not surprised, though; I expected you to find the most dangerous one out there." Quinn laughed and stepped away from it as she thought about what he was planning to do with it. She had some experience working with her Master. The woman was known as the mother of monsters - if she couldn't do anything basic when it came to Sith spawn, she didn't have a right to call the woman Master.

A hand rested on Quinn's chin as she struggled to keep her eyes off the man as he admired his catch. She wondered if he would take a picture of it and put it on his Zinder profile. Most men on the dating app tended to take photos of odd creatures they had captured.

Blinking quickly, Quinn focused back on the creature and chuckled again under her breath.

"How can you make this thing more terrifying than it already is?"

 

[Darth Malum of House Marr]

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Objective 3: Sabotage

Malum could not help but wonder if it was the weakness of the Alliance's structure that had him behind enemy lines, and undiscovered for so long. Oh it was a surety that it was by his own means to a great degree, an apprentice of Darth Ophidia, the Lord of the Tsis'Kaar did not make it this far if they were incapable. Still, he could not help but imagine the splitting of the Strategic Intelligence Agency from the Jedi Shadows created a blindspot in their sight.

One which his Tsis'Kaar had been more than willing to exploit.

Ukatis had been merely the test for the Tsis'Kaar, one which they had passed with flying colours, a show that they could bypasses the Alliance's defences at the border, and strike deep within it. They were getting closer, and closer still, to his ultimate goal.

A war in the heart of their empire.

Alas, there was much for them to accomplish before that which was held at their heart's dearest desire become a reality, technology to be created and implemented, hyperlanes to be explored and charted, forces organised and mobilised... a plan that would bring the Alliance to her knees.

So instead, the Tsis'Kaar had been deployed here, the first phase of Sith operations in the lead up to the invasion of Endor. Endor... that backwater of a world that much of galactic history revolved around. That it had become part of the frontline of this present war was laughable, yet, it was the reality they had to contend with. As the entire galaxy shook and changed shape, worlds that had once bordered along the Unknown Regions and Wild Space, now found themselves to be part of the Rim.

For all the advantage and disadvantage that brought them.

He shook his head, as red eyes hidden behind his mask spotted the arrival of a new figure, bedecked in short raven black hair, standing tall, a commanding figure, one at least with the rank to be on speaking terms with the commandant of this camp... not a Jedi, unless they had known to mask their presence before they even arrived, and even if they had, it was a sloppily done work, considering Malum could still feel something. An outside possiblity, he relented, but still unlikely

That he stood outside of uniform in an Alliance military camp, speaking privately with the commandant...

...It seemed the SIA had finally taken notice of him, and an agent of theirs, had not fully realised their own potential.

Hmph, it had taken them long enough.

His conversation concluded quickly enough, and it was not difficult to ascertain where the beginning of his investigation would take place. It would be an impossibility to hide all the shells he had stolen, it had been a good stroke of fortune that none of the busying personnel had noticed where in their own midst he had stored them.

It was a pity he did not know what he was capable of, what the Jedi hid away from him, cloistering him in the midst of agents.

"...The Ouroboros circles..." Malum whispered the ghostly whisper, one which despite the distance, as allowed by the Force travelled further afield, heard only by the SIA agent.

As without warning nor ceremony, to the shock of those who stood near it, turning to nothing as their demises followed, the first of the shells exploded, taking a walker down with it, leaving it but a smoking steel hulk.

"...Tick tock..."

Alek Thorne