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 watched the panel give way and listened as it clattered to the floor. She didn't flinch, didn't move to intercept. She just tilted her head slightly as Allyson came tumbling out in a mess of limbs and wires, suspended awkwardly and staring at her like she had been caught sneaking sweets from the kitchen.

The red clown-nosed version of her own face flickered in her peripheral vision, but she didn't acknowledge it. Her eyes were on Allyson.Only when the Corellian started to move did Valery speak.

"Stop."

When Allyson ignored her and dropped to the ground, Valery reached out with one hand. The Force surged at her call, focused and precise. She aimed it low, beneath Allyson's knees, and pulled hard. Not to hurt her. Just enough to knock her balance off and bring her to a halt before she could disappear again.

Allyson had always been too good at slipping away.

"You are not walking away this time!" Valery called out, as she began to move after the other brunette.

Allyson Locke ​

 

[Mechugga]

(PvP) Sabotaging supply lines, power grids, or key defensive structures.

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."

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.”

"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"

The overarching lesson that Mechugga had taken from perambulating the Alliance presence around here was contempt. His for them, sure, but mainly theirs for the Ewoks. Humans, he'd often heard, had a pan-galactic knack for treating other sapients as confused, childlike, amusing, inconvenient, simpleminded trivia. There'd been exceptions today; elsewhere, he'd heard Connel Vanagor dealing seriously with an Ewok elder in a way that had prompted respect. But respect in proportion. So far, Mechugga had seen and heard nothing that could truly shake his resentment toward the Alliance - their determination to make this the place where they made their stand against the Sith, no matter the cost to the smaller creatures underfoot.

The casting-bones and Ewok gossip told a clear story. Lots of stories, frankly, from lots of forests under lots of kinds of skies.

A tiny poison dart whispered from the undergrowth and struck the crippled saboteur, who promptly died horribly. This was the closest Mechugga had come to mercy in years.

 

[Kas Larsen]

Outfit: Jedi Jumpsuit
Equipment: Sentinel Lightsaber Hilt | Utility Belt
TAGS: OPEN
Location: Endor | Planet Surface | Alliance Outpost
Objective: Fortification | OBJECTIVE I | Recon, Resources & Support

Endor a new planet that a young Jedi Apprentice had only heard stories about and viewed stored records back in the Jedi Archives. Kas came with his siblings - Caden and Seri. Ready to help Alliance and Jedi forces that already arrived on Endor's surface. A jungle planet to take in.

First thing was to assess and review what ground and unit defences were set-up by the Alliance troops here. Minefields, turrets and maybe vantage points but for Kas he was going to put his experience and knowledge into the equipment and other resources available here.

He began to group up with the officers and Jedi teams that were issuing out the equipment and tools all ground forces were in receipt of. Before the Larsen trio separated they kept their commlink devices active and on a secured channel so that there were no security risks.

"Comm test. Cade, Seri do you copy." Kas said over his end of the channel between the trio.

"Copy Kas. Coming in loud and clear." Seri replied to him on her side.

"Gotcha Kas and you too Seri. Comms are good." Caden responded to Kas and Seri.

"Alright. Let's help out Alliance troops and fellow Jedi. Stay frosty out there. I'm going to help with issuing out equipment to the troops and help with any builds or upgrades." Kas said.

"Understood. I'm going to see if the Jedi have squads of Brutes and Snipers available. Snipers could use vantage points in the forestry here. Post up in the trees may have makeshift towers."

Seri said to Caden and Kas which sounded like a good strategy of adding defensive tactics in organising available Jedi forces. Kas made it to the Supply Cache to begin his task there.

"Good plan Seri. I'll see if any Alliance Snipers can join you and the Jedi Sniper teams."

Kas began helping out with making sure the standard issue of equipment and weaponry was all checked out and in working order for troops to use. It ranged from pistol sidearms to rifles.

Not the most exciting or thrilling task but it had to be done. What good are armies without proper functioning equipment available. Kas performed routine checks and test in the shooting range before handing the items over to Alliance troops.

"I'm going to rally up any Jedi Sages that are available. See if we can come up with counter offensives to delay and thwart potential enemy threats back. I'll send any Jedi Healers to medical campsites and form up with a few squads just in case." Caden said to Kas and Seri.

Looks like progress was underway as the Larsens made their arrival on Endor. Not wasting any efforts or time as they touched base. Kas supporting the resources for now while Caden rallied up Force Combatants in the New Jedi Order and Seri scouting for vantage points to allocate Jedi Snipers to take position within and then having Jedi Brutes at the ready for defensive lines.

They trio are Jedi Apprentices but they'll do their part in sharing what insight they can bring to help prepare Endor and the forces here for the conflict brewing from the shadows.

Kas would make himself available if anyone in the Jedi required assistance alongside his siblings who can make the switch to form the trio dynamic that they muster against enemy forces.

 

[Emery Lloren]

OBJ. I — Survive ?

"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 blaster shot echoed. The man dropped screaming. Emery didn’t flinch.

He stepped forward from the tree line, boots crunching lightly on scattered leaves. His hand moved smoothly to his belt. The lightsaber ignited with a sharp snap-hiss, and the green blade cast a harsh glow across the saboteur’s crumpled form.

The hum was steady. Controlled. Emery held it at his side as he walked, blade angled low but visible, cutting a line of color across the clearing.

He positioned himself between the wounded man and Nos without hesitation. His voice didn’t rise. It didn’t shake.

“That’s enough.”

He said it like a command, not a suggestion. His eyes stayed on the man sprawled in the dirt.

“You’re not dying here unless you make it happen. That’s your only warning.”

He took another step forward. The green light caught the saboteur’s face. Panic. Sweat. Emery didn’t move faster. He didn’t need to.

“You fired on us. You ran. Now you’re down and bleeding, and we have your gear.” His tone was level, measured. “We have every right to get answers.”

He gestured briefly with the saber toward the scattered datapad and toolkit.

“That tech wasn’t just for show. You were here for a reason. Sabotage. Surveillance. Maybe more.”

Then he crouched slightly, just enough to bring himself closer to the man’s level. The blade stayed lit beside him.

“Talk. Now. Name. Who sent you. What you’ve already done.”

A pause. The man didn’t answer right away.

Emery’s voice dropped half a tone lower, calm but cold.

“You can lie if you want. But I’ll know.” He tilted his head just slightly, gaze sharp. “And if I think you're wasting our time, you won’t enjoy what comes next.”

Finally, he turned his eyes to Nos, speaking without accusation.

“Put the knife away. We don’t need him scared. We need him clear.” A beat. “If this turns bad, I’ll handle it.”

The saber remained active. Emery wasn’t posturing. He didn’t raise his voice. He didn’t overplay the threat. He just let the tension settle in the air with the quiet hum of a weapon that could cut through steel.

“Last chance.” He looked back at the saboteur, lightsaber tip almost at his neck.

“Say something useful.”

Nos Voros
Kain Aldore

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[Nos Voros]

OBJECTIVE 1 (PVE)

Outfit: Clothing/Armor
Undercover Kit:

Spoiler: Undercover Deployment

* Legion Combat Engineer Multi-Tool

• 4 X Combat/Utility Knife-Model 01
• Cortosis Vibroblade
• Legion Combat Pistol Mark I with Whisper-class Suppressor Series
• Legion Crew Personal Protection Weapon Mark I
• 1 X Modular Hand Grenade-Model 01
• 1 X Anti-Armor Grenade-Model 01
• Bastion-class Load Bearing/Combat Vest (protective vest only)
• 2x blaster cartridges
• 1x stun grenades
• Ascension Pistol
• Fusion Lantern
• Datapad
• Garrote
• 3x stimpacks

A tiny poison dart whispered from the undergrowth and struck the crippled saboteur, who promptly died horribly. This was the closest Mechugga had come to mercy in years.

Elsewhere, another saboteur, caught by other dufitul GADF sentries died horribly.

Nos was unaware of this, as he continued to the the detained human culprit that Kain Aldore and Emery Lloren now oversaw.

The pudgy insurgent seemed adequately scared and willing to talk to the "good cop" Jedi, with the looming murderous intent of the Zeltron brute as motivation.

Inwardly, there was a bit of relief, as it seemed Nos could simply stand there and fidget with his blade instead of instigating further red tape. The emotional intimidation might have been a bit too much, in fact, as the terrified insurgent had wet themselves and formed a small puddle of mud.

“Put the knife away. We don’t need him scared. We need him clear.” A beat. “If this turns bad, I’ll handle it.”

Nos shrugged, acquiescing to the Jedi's request and returned the blade to it's sheathe. The lightsaber was a much more intimidating factor anyway.

He turned to Kain Aldore

"Alright flyboy, let's see if this is the fella that broke your toys."

Kain Aldore Emery Lloren ( Mechugga DM or visit the OOC thread first if you'd like to join in please)​

 

[Kain Aldore]

Obj I: Fortification
Tags: Emery Lloren Nos Voros

With Kain pushing the poor guy to the ground. Nos acting like a Tuk'ata that was prowling near a victim. And Emery hovering a saber near his face. The puddle almost broke Kain. There was nothing he couldn't turn into a joke, even another person's fear. He felt it well up in him and forced himself to control his facial muscles. But he could practically hear himself: When did it start raining? Yet Kain kept his composure and just held him there.

"First question." He said a bit louder than before. But with a completely straight face. There was something threating about it too, almost unsettling to see the comic relief had turned into a human-sized paperweight, and suddenly it didn't feel like a joke. Kain hadn't always been the wiseass the spy saw cracking jokes that didn't land. He had depth, and when it bubbled? It wasn't a punchline that followed.

"Someone in the camp has been messing with SENSITIVE equipment. Don't insult me and pretend it wasn't you. I want to know why it was." Kain adjusted his footing between the menacing Nos and stoic Emery. "So, give me something that will make my friend with the knife happy."

Kain hadn't been in a war zone for the last three years or so. Or fifteen, if one counted stasis. Semantics. He remembered how to use leverage. Push a button here, pull a wire there. Eventually the person would talk. Then came the best part of interrogation, torture wasn't needed for results to show. Most people would talk from the simple fear of what might happen. Especially with a Jedi, a knife, and Kain somewhere in the middle, reveling in this.

"C'mon buddy. Orders. Outposts. Anyone else in camp who might turn out to be actual crackshot with a blaster?"

 

[Mechugga]

(PvP) Uncovering signs of possible infiltration or sabotage

(PvP) Sabotaging supply lines, power grids, or key defensive structures.

Mechugga slid back into the undergrowth and circled around to another location. He'd exhausted his best poison darts and arrows cleaning up loose ends. Those he had left were less immediately lethal but would still put a humanoid in their healers' hut — humans had good healers' huts — and down for good if he made enough hits. Between those and the other resources on hand, his next priority was to do a better job of sabotage than some.

Blending in with other Ewoks, he merited little attention. He was a warrior like many of them, had no blood on him, and had cousins everywhere.

After sharing a skin of berry wine with a friend of a friend and hitching a ride, he found himself elsewhere, looking up the heavily guarded carbon nanotube turbolift shafts at the ultimate symbol of Alliance arrogance: the Sky Trenches of Endor. How to get up there, he couldn't say. Many checkpoints, many troops, very much human territory. Maybe the best he could do was to mess with this end.

It took about half an hour of careful, quiet work with wood and sinew to start rigging traps in the area of the turbolift shafts' foundations. He kept an eye out for human patrols, his prey. Big forest. Anyone might come along.

 

[Xian Xiao]

A storm was not something that bothered the elementalist. This was little more than a squall, and Xian raised her face to allow the gentle rain to fall on her face. The wind flowed around her, and she didn't let it touch her. Her strongest skill was with air, and she controlled what elements surrounded her. It wouldn't last long, and the teen already saw the light getting brighter above her. Letting out a sigh, the storm faded as fast as it had come up, and she continued on the path in front of her.

What brought her to Endor? History, knowledge, and her desire to know more. This had been where an empire had ended like a millennium ago, and Xian didn't know anything about it. She wasn't a historian or archivist. She was just curious and wanted to know more. Coming to the end of one might lead her to the start of something new.

Pushing through the growth was irritating, the bugs were atrocious, but she trudged on, grumbling under her breath the entire time. An elementalist she might be, but she didn't control the bugs, and they still bit her when they could. She wouldn't be surprised if she didn't look like she had some plague from the wounds she got from the small pests.

"Ugh, why this rotten place. Let me go back to Bastion, and I swear I'll never come here again."

Shoving aside another leafy limb, the next one was below her line of sight, and she went head over heels and landed on her face. Rolling onto her back, one last raindrop hit her on her forehead. Rubbing away the grime and debris, she just lay on the ground for a few minutes before getting to her feet again and moving on.

Mykel Dawson

 

[Katherine Holt]

Objective IV: Disrupt the Sith
Gear: Lightsaber (Physical Crossguard)/Lightsaber Pike | Armour
Tags: Gerwald Lechner
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Endor had become the Sith Order’s latest target in their conquest. Although their true goal was suspected to be elsewhere, the forest moon appeared to be an ample target that would cut off a number of the Alliance’s member worlds.

Katherine volunteered to head to the moon, to initially provide reconnaissance for those that couldn’t quite manoeuvre through the dense forests of Endor. Albeit, the thick canopies made that a difficult task. But someone who could fly and be quiet was a more viable asset than say a scout ship.

That particular objective occupied the majority of the redhead’s time. Until that was, she came across a group of Ewoks. The small furry natives weren’t exactly too pleased to have the Sith encroaching in their forests. And they were all too eager to assist Katherine in dealing with them. Leading her up to a vantage point that overlooked what appeared to be a Sith 'forward camp’.

“Still can’t see much with all the trees in the way, but I’d say you guys found a sizable camp alright.” Katherine said, adjusting her electrobinoculars as she looked through them. She paused for a moment, catching one of the Ewoks rambling, gesturing wildly with his hands. Admittedly, Katherine could barely understand what they were saying, but at least this group of Ewoks seemed to understand Basic at least.

“Looks like their leader has finally made himself known, seems to be making some kind of speech.” Again, Katherine couldn’t quite get a good luck at the man, just passing glances. He appeared tall, long blonde hair and was adorned in a crimson cloak. And with the briefest glimpses of his face, the Valkyrie couldn’t shake the thought she’d seen it before.

Shifting into a crouched posture, Katherine began throwing ideas about in her head. It would be a foolish gambit to just swoop in there and cause chaos, but time might not be on their side if the Sith were prepping to head out. That was when a particular idea struck her, and she turned to the Ewoks that had accompanied her.

“Do you know how to use explosives?”

After some instruction on how to handle and set the timer, the Ewoks hurried off almost giddy with excitement.

She prayed for the best, after all Ewoks could be very clever and resourceful.

With that done, Katherine turned her attention to one of her gauntlets and activated the built-in commlink. “This is Knight Holt. I’ve located a Sith camp, I’ll provide the coordinates momentarily. I would advise moving in close and then holding position. Wait for my signal, you’ll know it when it happens.” There was a sizable force waiting for her call, a mix of GADF and Jedi.

Taking a moment to transmit the coordinates, Katherine stood to her full height and took a deep breath. It’s now or never.

Reaching into a couple of her pouches, the redhead pulled out a handful of thermal detonators. It was time to give the Sith a bit of an explosive surprise. With a mighty flap of her wings, the Valkyrie Jedi launched herself up into the sky.

 

[Corazona von Ascania]

Vera Noble Jackson Lesan Reina Daival​

Cora canted her head to the side as the Padawans answered. When she studied them, her gaze was not an intense thing; it was soft, but somehow still unyielding. Words were one way to communicate. The body said what the tongue did not.

"Nothing wrong with going full consular, Padawan Lesan." Her lips quirked upward in an amused little smile. "I'm glad that we have many young minds eager to learn something new. In the interest of time, I won't ask you to start growing plants just yet. Instead, we'll focus on control."

Reina found her way over, quiet as ever. Quiet folk were keen observers, noticing details around them that others often glossed over. Cora offered her a smile.

"Vera, if you could stand over here, please," Cora motioned for the young Noble to stand near the barricade with her back to the botanical wall. Once she did, the Knight would scatter seeds at the girl's feet. She held her hand out, palm towards the dirt, and closed her eyes.

A few moments of silence passed, during which the Padawans would feel the Force surge down into the earth, invigorating the seeds and encouraging their natural path.

A slew of thick green vines burst from the ground, catching Vera in their snare. They coiled around her torso and limbs, seizing the Padawan into a cocoon of greenery and lifting her several feet into the air. Fortunately, this particular species of vine bore no thorns, and they did not squeeze so tightly as to cut off circulation.

"Now then," Cora turned to Reina and Jackson. Her smile was politely expectant. "Nature can be our ally, but it can also be unpredictable. It demands our respect. Your task is to free your ally without harming the vines."

She took a step back, beckoning the Padawans forward. "Flora is an expression of life. The Force resides in all living things. Feel the Force within the vines, and guide them to release Vera."

Her head tilted back, enough to direct her warm – if faintly mischievous – expression toward the trapped girl.

"Thank you, Padawan Noble, for volunteering for this demonstration."

 

[Emery Lloren]

OBJ. I — Get information

"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 held his ground, the hum of his green saber steady beside the prisoner’s cheek. The glow caught the edges of the man’s terrified expression, wide eyes, sweat streaking through dirt, breath ragged. Emery didn’t enjoy this. It felt more like pressure than justice. Still, he didn’t lower the blade.

Not yet.

The spy had tampered with the camp’s tech, and by the look of it, caused far more than a simple inconvenience. He might’ve endangered lives. There was no room for guessing.

Kain’s voice cut through the silence. Low, controlled, serious. The humor was gone. Nos stood silent, his blade stowed, but the tension from earlier still lingered in the air like a charged wire. Emery wasn’t sure what the man was projecting anymore. He only knew it kept the prisoner glued in place like a bug caught under glass.

“You’re going to talk,” Emery said, voice level. Not angry. Not kind. Just steady. “We don’t need you scared. We need you thinking clearly.”

The saber remained lit, hovering just close enough to keep the man’s attention, but, not to wound. It wasn’t about fear. Not for Emery.

He stepped forward once, just enough to shift the weight in the clearing. His boots left small prints in the soft earth.

“You’ve already made one mistake by coming into that camp.” His piercing blue eyes didn’t move “You want to make up for it? Start talking. Now.”

He let the questions hang.

Kain had hit the right nerve — the threat behind the humor stripped bare. Nos had made his point with sheer presence. Emery wasn’t here to scare anyone into submission. But if this man didn’t talk, he knew it might come to that anyway. And if it did, he’d be ready.

He flicked his eyes toward the saboteur again. No pity. No hate.

Just purpose.

“If you’re honest, you walk out of here intact.” He held up the hilt of his saber, still humming, its glow softening around his fingers. “If not… I won’t be the one you have to worry about. And I really don't want to imagine what'll happen to you.”

He looked briefly between Kain and Nos, then returned his attention to the prisoner. Slightly more frustrated every second.

Nos Voros
Kain Aldore

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[Nos Voros]

The saboteur cracked.

Not with defiance. Not with silence. But with a jittery, high-pitched wail somewhere between panic and a stuffed nerf being squeezed.

“Okay—okay, alright! I’ll talk! Just—don’t stick me, don’t fry me—kriffin’ stars, you people are nuts!”

He raised both hands, fingers twitching in uneven tremors. Mud and piss clung to his pant leg like an afterthought.

“It—it wasn’t my idea! They contacted me. Off-world channel. Said I looked like the type they could use—what does that even mean, huh? I do tech work, I fix things! They said that’s what they wanted! Said all I had to do was jam a few comm arrays, mess with the perimeter dishes—cause delays. That’s it!”

Nos didn’t blink. Just listened. Silent. Knife gone, but presence unrelenting.

The man’s voice cracked.

“I didn’t know it was them at first! Swore they were just a separatist cell or something! But then the package came through—the map, the implants, the ciphers… Sith stuff. Sith tech. Real black-level stuff. I didn’t ask questions—I didn’t want to know!”

Nos crouched beside him now. Just enough to make his shadow loom longer.

“What’s the target?”

The saboteur swallowed. Eyes darting between Nos and the Jedi. He almost didn’t speak.

“I—I don’t know for sure. Just... something under the treeline. Said the old catacombs west of the drop zone were a waypoint. Called it ‘The Hollow Path.’ Told me to mark the site and soften up the systems so they could find it when the time came.”

Nos and the others had all seen the western bluff. Overgrown. Covered in ivy. But there were no recorded tombs on any GA maps.

He stood up slowly.

“That sound familiar to either of you?”

His tone was neutral. But the edge in it was flint-sharp. This wasn’t just sabotage.

Someone was scouting the battlefield before the war even started.

Kain Aldore | Emery Lloren
CLOSED​

 

[Annasari]

OBJ II: WAR PREP // COMMITTEE ON DEFENSE AND COMMITTEE ON INTELLIGENCE MEETING // PREPARE
Kaela Verrin | Monaray Dod | Feridade Parthi | OPEN

The caution was nauseating. Though she may have once agreed with their suggestions, her time cooperating with the Imperials some years ago had allowed her insight into an Empire. The way the knights had bowed to their emperor, either out of respect, or fear. Ships could be destroyed, but the ties that bound the Sith would not fray so easily.

Still, there was some some reason that stayed the room; Parthi in his mention of a foothold, and Verrin in hers of the SIA. Other senators looked agreeable enough to both motions. The hybrid’s expression became one of thoughtfulness. It was an ironic notion, but promising….

“We need to employ all means.” She stated in concurrence with Verrin’s proposal. Democracy too often dulled their blade.

“May I also suggest, in regard to the Blackwall, a more… unconventional route?” She cleared her throat and gaged the room, allowing her a moment to consider her words carefully. “I do not expect the Sith Lords are living without their luxuries. Something tells me they are not fans of backwater whiskey. Someone is importing their wares. Similarly, their citizens would not break so easy. You cannot wholly wipe an entire nation of crime. Scoundrel are like cockroaches. They will run and hide when the shoe falls, but do not die. Surely there are smugglers routes still out there; even if unmapped or navigating open space. Perhaps we need a certain skill set our agents and soldiers have not stopped so low to meet. One recalls the formation of Task Force Xesh, employing the criminals with unique talents and forcing their compliance. Every tool has its value, and they certainly helped to topple one Empire. Perhaps a regrouping for the necessary skill set, and reassignment, their sole focus the Blackwall. Who better to find a crack to nest in than an unwanted pest?”

 

[Reina Daival]

Location: Endor
Corazona von Ascania Jackson Lesan Vera Noble

Hm...Reina frowned as she watched the little presentation going on. Watching the vines grow from beneath Vera and trap the younger Noble. It was obvious enough what they needed to do. Use the Force to convince the vines to let go of Vera. Or at least get Vera out without harming the vines. That was going to be harder for Reina than she cared to admit. She could easily convince water to move, or even the air itself but the vines were going to be a harder than she cared to admit to herself.

"...What's the definition of harming the vines? I presume we aren't allowed to destroy it or rip it apart?"

The main reason for her asking that question was well...Reina was willing to try out the idea of removing the moisture inside of the vines but she had a feeling that was a bit too...destructive for what they were trying to do, even if Reina did put the moisture back in afterwards. She crouched herself down for a moment, running her hands along the dirt in thought before looking over towards Jackson, giving him an ever so slightly awkward smile.

"How do you think we should do this? It'll be better if we try and have the same plan of attack right? Do we try to manipulate the vines? Manipulate the ground beneath them?"

She was willing to hear what other people thought for once. Instead of going for her own plan of attack that she was best, Reina was willing to hear other people's thoughts. It was important on how to combat an issue. She could go with her own idea anyway, but she wanted to actually try to follow the "restrictions" put on them. Instead of just doing what she thought was best, she wanted to do this the "Right" way.​

 

[Ran Serys]

Machinery waited and watched as the Saboteur continued slicing. There was no mincing of words as force manipulated vegetation rapidly curled, cracked and constricted around the Jedi and Officer. Tree roots became a cage. A small portal, big enough for a person, opened up from within, and aimed away from the saboteur. "Quick! This way!" The Soldier, Hike, exited with a sprint. "No! Wait-" Ran warned, trying to keep the Military officer from falling into another trap. She reached out to pull or push Hike, but the corrupted veg was fast and closed the portal with a supernatural speed.

"Hike! Hike?" Ran yelled and questioned.

She couldn't hear an affirmative but she could hear Hike scream an unpleasant scream.

Ran's fist hammered the closing and gnarled forest roots. With the veg's nature twisted and corrupted under the influence of the darkside, the veg struck back at Ran. Her fist came back to her bloodied, with small thorns embedded in the tips of her knuckles. Roots lashed out of the writhing and cracking walls like whips. Ran ducked the lashes, caught an unlucky vine and ripped it from the coiling mass. Like a dead snake, the vine went limp when free of the corruption, the spell, the force, whatever it was.

The cage grew smaller in an attempt to become a coffin. Ran wouldn't let it end like this. She pulled her saber hilt and ignited the royal blue blade. snap-hiss. The vegetation seemed to recoil from the lightsaber's brilliant light. A flourished slash from Ran gave her the opening she needed to escape the corrupted vegetation. It did not reach for her again as she swung her blade in protection.

Where the cage had once opened a portal Ran could see a mound of clanking and clicking metal. RDCD-001 Droids obscuring what was left of Hike's body. The sounds they made were abhorrent as they quickly drained Officer Hike of her blood and who knew what else. The Officer was dead and gone. There was no resurrection for her. In disgust, and out of respect for Hike's corpse, Ran reached out to the force. With her palm extended, Ran sent the mound of droids flying with a concentrated push. Some slammed into the forest trees and malfunctioned, others exploded, others were left crippled and flying at half speed, but a majority remained unscathed with their programming taking them out of range of Ran's lightsaber swing. Ran turned to the Saboteur and aimed her saber in their direction. "This is over, Slicer! Drop your tools! Shut down your droids! You're coming with me!" The Knight said with authority.

Tags: Vakhari Lutris
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[Jonyna Si]

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TAG: Darth Prazutis

Quiet.

That's all that was left. The quiet of a city left abandoned.

But a city still creaked. It still groaned. The sound of wires swaying in the breeze, of metal groaning under stress. As storms rolled through, as the Kainite made their way through, that didn't change. No matter how much they pushed, no matter how hard they tried, the sith couldn't change a simple fact.

The world was alive with sound. There was no true silence.

And somewhere in that concert of ambience, Jonyna sat, watching. Waiting.

Normally, she wasn't one to try such tactics. She was one to charge ahead, staring death in the face as she brought her blade to slice into him. Today though, she was doing things a little different. Taking a page from an old lover, a voice she still spoke to through her ship.

Sevs had always been one to advocate for this sort of thing. Efficiency, he called it. Jonyna was usually one for flair. For sending a message.

Today the message was different.

Today the message was one of purpose.

She sat in an abandoned room. Once an office for some hot shot businessman, she was sure. The nice wooden desk gave her that idea, at least. It was a saving grace for what she was doing, at least.

She aimed her rifle just as Sevs had taught her all those centuries ago.

All of sudden, the wind in the building came to a halt. The whole structure held it's breath, as Jonyna squeezed the trigger. She had spent all day doing the math.

She aimed the shot right at Praz's stupid head.

And it was...

Quiet.

 

[Kain Aldore]

Obj I: Fortification
Tags: Emery Lloren Nos Voros

Kain let the man's words hang in the air. Sith tech. Catacombs. Hollow path. West Bluff. Suddenly he was getting flash backs to when his master died. Something large, coming from an angle they weren't aware of. None of this was sitting right.

"They've been on Endor since before we got into orbit." He muttered more to himself than anyone else. This confirmed two things. Scouts might not be the only threat on the planet. They knew the terrain better than the GA's forces.

Himself, Nos, Emery. They were supposed to be the planet side defenders. "This isn't sabotage. This is a roadmap"

He let his weight off of the man, just enough for him to take a full breath as Kain's eyes flicked to the tree line. Towards the bluff. "It's all overgrown. I'd seen it when I flew in, figured it would be inaccessible to ground forces. But if there's a way to move under it? That could put them near the camp, or worse. In it."

Kain looked down at the guy and just shook his head. "You're a sorry excuse for an Alliance member, and a mechanic. Those systems being down would have gotten people KILLED" The last word came out like a speeder crash.

The trees and shrubbery around them swayed in a gentle radius. Like a breath held in too long

"If this hollow path is part of an assault plan we can't wait for it to become a threat." He looked to Nos, then Emery. "My vote? Scout team, just us. We go in fast and quiet. If there's tech down there I can read it. And if there's trouble?"

Kain glanced to his saber hilt on his chest. "We just make sure they can't dig in like a nest of Mynocks. Sith are vermin enough."

 

[Nyxira Valis]

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Nyxira regarded her with silence, letting the moment stretch just long enough. Her eyes moved slowly, taking in the woman who now stood before her. There was no trace of uncertainty. No flicker of the girl she had once molded. What stood before her now was power, sharpened and refined. And that pleased her.

"You speak with confidence," Nyxira said at last, her voice low but clear. "And you carry yourself like one who has earned it."

She took a step forward. Not to intimidate, not to challenge, but to close the space with determination. The air between them was charged, not with tension, but with potential. Nyxira did not look down on Serina. She looked directly into her, searching for the pieces she had once left behind and finding something new built in their place.

"Good. I did not summon a shadow. I summoned a weapon. And I see you have not disappointed me." Her gaze shifted briefly to the trees beyond the clearing, to the quiet that held the forest in a breathless pause.

"This reunion is not for sentiment. It is a signal. The war we spoke of is no longer theoretical. Endor will burn if we shape it correctly. The Alliance is tightening its grip across this region. They believe themselves ready. They are not." She turned slightly, her cloak trailing with the motion, and gestured toward the darkness where her ship still rested between the trees.

"We will fracture their confidence. Undermine their coordination. We will make their reinforcements question why they were sent here at all."

Nyxira looked back to Virelia.

"You wanted purpose. You wanted power. This is the time to use it. The chaos we sow here will ripple outward. And when the true strike begins, it will meet no resistance worth speaking of."

Her voice lowered, calm and direct.

"Are you ready to begin?"

Darth Virelia ​

 

[Emery Lloren]

OBJ. I — Get information

"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 quiet while the man spilled everything. He didn’t interrupt, didn’t react, didn’t even glance toward the others. His focus was fixed, not on the panic, but the pieces.

Sith tech. Old catacombs. “The Hollow Path.”

He’d never heard of it. But the Force had.

There was a chill in it, like something buried deep enough to stay forgotten — but not gone.

When Kain spoke, the dots connected quickly. Emery didn’t like how clearly it all fit together. A hidden approach. Compromised systems. Their camp sitting right in the line of something bigger than a simple infiltration.

He deactivated his saber, the green glow vanishing with a quiet snap-hiss as he sheated the hilt. His voice came after a beat, calm, firm.

“He’s right. This wasn’t sabotage. It was preparation.” Emery finally stepped toward the saboteur, his tone unreadable, not cold — but laced with something close to disgust. “You gave them a back door.”

He didn’t linger on the man’s excuses. It wasn’t worth the energy. "This.. All of it, it's Guerrilla tactics pure and simple, if we don't do anything our forces won't stand a chance at all."

Instead, he turned to Kain and Nos, voice shifting from statement to decision.

“Scout team makes sense. We go light. Fast. Good counter, they call it Lightning warfare.” He looked toward the trees, toward the bluff choked with vines and rot. “If there’s Sith involvement, we can’t afford to wait. Not with the camp exposed. Not with our whole operation base this close.”

He rested his hand on his saber hilt, more a reflex than a gesture.

“But we go to gather intel first. If there’s something down there, we mark it, assess it, and bring it back. We don’t trigger something we’re not ready for.”

His eyes met Kain’s. Then Nos’s.

He knew the risk. They all did. But they couldn’t sit still.

“My vote ? I say... We move within the hour.” Emery was, somewhere in his train of thought, hesitant. Doubt started creeping in the cracks of his planning.

Nos Voros
Kain Aldore

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[Darth Virelia]

"Long time coming."

Tag - Nyxira Valis



The forest held its breath.

Leaves rustled only beneath the weight of the moment, as Serina Calis — Darth Virelia, now fully and without apology — stepped forward from the gloom beneath the canopy. Her armor caught the dappled moonlight through the trees, the glowing crimson and magenta lines along her bodice pulsing like the heartbeat of some ancient, awakened thing. She stood tall, regal, outlined in the hush before cataclysm, her long golden hair cascading from beneath her hood like sunfire poured through silk.

Nyxira's words rang within her — cold, clear, absolute — and Serina accepted them not as command, but as invitation.

A storm was coming. And she would be its kiss and its scream.

"You always had a gift for timing," Virelia said at last, her voice a velvet drawl, decadent and electric, low enough to be intimate but sharp enough to cut. She stepped beside Nyxira, close enough that the air between them thickened — not with rivalry, but with symmetry. "You find me just as the galaxy begins to tremble, as the bones of its old powers grind together in fatigue. And now here we are — not as whispers, but as the blade and the wound."

She tilted her head, eyes tracing her Master's profile with something both warm and carnal — a reverence carved not from obedience, but from admiration sharpened into affection.

"You taught me to rise from what I was. To seduce ruin. To turn hunger into craft. And I have," she murmured, almost gently. "I have become something that does not wait for destiny. I summon it."

Her voice coiled as she turned back toward the horizon, toward the darkness waiting to be unmade. Below them, Endor stretched in innocence — untouched, unscarred — but soon to be reshaped by hands that understood the joy of annihilation. "Chaos is not a consequence," she said. "It's a tool. Precision disguised as madness. And we… we are the hands that wield it."

She stepped closer now, not forward — closer — her voice dropping to a sultry murmur just for Nyxira alone. "Tell me what needs breaking. Whose will must bend. Whose breath you want to steal from their lips. Give me their names, their worlds, their sacred little hopes. I will wear them like jewels around my throat."