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

[Alek Thorne]

Darth Malum of House Marr​

Objective III: Counter Intelligence (PVE/PVP)
Mission: Catch Sith Agent Sabotaging GA Camp.
Equipment: DL-44 blaster, two vibro switch blades, holographic cloaking unit, data pad and a holo communicator.

Alek stopped in front of the weapons depot where the majority of the shells had gone missing. He looked down at the tracks of footprints that were coming in and out of the depot hoping that there was one that stood out from the others. It was a long shot. Unfortunately, there were so many footprints that looking for anything that stood out would be like looking for a needle in a haystack. He studied the crates that were missing large quantities of shells. Whoever stole them had a purpose and Alek's mind was immediately thinking the worst.

"...The Ouroboros circles..."

Alek froze in place as those words echoed in his ears. The young agent couldn't help but feel like there was a light breeze that accompanied the voice. He felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up as he looked around 360 degrees looking for the source of the voice. What could it mean? What kind of game was this? As his eyes were searching the treeline around the camp there was a loud crash and bang from behind him as a walker exploded. The screams came shortly after the explosion as Alliance troopers near the walker were engulfed in flames. The saboteur had struck again. Alek shielded his eyes with one hand as the flames engulfed all of those around it.

"...Tick Tock..."

The voice once again echoed in his ears, taunting him. Alek was sure that the voice was definitely coming from the treeline. He looked back once again at the chaos engulfing the camp as GA defense force troopers attempted to stop the fire spreading . He sighed, before walking towards the tree line disappearing into the bush around the camp. His boots snapping sticks as he left the screams and chaos in behind him in search of the perpetrator. If he was honest with himself he didn't care for the deaths of the Galactic Alliance troops he just enjoyed the thrill of the chase. Whatever game this infiltrator was playing Alek was determined to win it.

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[Monaray Dod]

Annasari Kaela Verrin

Senator Dod reclined in his chair, visibly shifting as he listened to the remarks from Senator Feridade Parthi , who might be seen as a supporter of the Trade Federation, even though their heart had not yet faded from the years of exploitation and harsh trading methods.

The Echnai was completely correct in stating that the Alliance's present military was faltering under the assault from the Sith Empire and had even been pushed back by a weakened Dark Empire.

No amount of discussions or roundtable meetings within the Federal Assembly would remedy this situation and certainly not the lackluster leadership of their current Chancellor Organa whose appearance at this sort of Committee would guide the Senators in the right direction. Senator Kaela Verrin still suggested introducing the SIA, which was an even more misguided proposal considering the organization's overall ineptitude.

However, Senator Annasari provided a solution that would address his worries through the restructuring of Task Force Xesh.

A group of thugs dispatched to their demise would not impact his profit margins as much as deploying well-trained soldiers to the Blackwall, who could afford to pay Federation rates for food and other services.

"While I am against bringing in the Strategic Intelligence Agency for their known failure to predict and report to the Federal Assembly about the rise of our enemies such as the Mandalorian Neo-Crusaders, and the Dark Empire in the Core." Monaray said with a stern expression, making his displeasure known before continuing to the topic at hand.

"Task Force Xesh would be a perfect addition to the war front with the Sith Order. Though how can we gather so many talented criminals into our ranks when half of the galaxy's most infamous and deadly reside in the Lawless space claimed by the Black Sun. We can hardly risk angering the Criminal Underworld, 10% of our economic activity is generated by them whether we like it or not." The Neimoidian expressed concern, hoping to prevent the Alliance from becoming entangled with the Black Sun, whose power and influence had enabled them to seize vast areas of space adjacent to the Alliance's border.

 

[Azurine Varek]

The Pin Drops

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

The stink hit her first. Azzie gritted her teeth behind the mouth filter of her mask and resisted the urge to gag. No matter how many times she reminded herself that stealth operations often meant sewers, she still hated them. The stench clung like regret—thick and impossible to ignore with humidity that clung.

Navarro City's underbelly sprawled in a maze of decaying duracrete tunnels, damp with runoff and the occasional leak from above. She kept to the shadows, boots treading lightly on slick stone. Her specialized armor, as well as her focus of the Force towards her footfalls, muffled her movement as she slipped along the walls, weaving between rusted maintenance doors and broken grates.

When the passage narrowed, Azzie stuck to the walls, springing up and letting her boots find purchase on the narrow ledges and ridges as she ran sideways over pipework. A broken drainpipe forced her to leap over a yawning chasm in the floor. She caught the edge and pulled herself up in a motion not quite as smooth as it could have been, chest heaving slightly. If this wasn't a test of how her muscles had recovered since her capture, then nothing was.

The city proper had been crawling with Thralls, yet down here it was quiet. At least until the shreaking came through the overhead grates. Horrors Azzie couldn't see at all, not from her position at least, but she could hear as clear as day. She'd heard one of them above not five minutes ago, its bone-rattling wail echoing down through a crack in the tunnel ceiling. The sound made her stomach knot.

Thurion was still topside. It made tactical sense—if the Eternal Father was focused on him, she might reach the stores at least partly unchallenged. Yet still it was hard not to look back. He was a legendary Jedi master, the Grandmaster before her master Valery had taken up the position. She'd hold to that knowledge as best she could. Another screech tore through the ceiling above from the city streets. Louder this time. Closer. She pressed against the wall, keeping herself wrapped in invisibility.

There's no way in this galaxy that I'll be dying in some nasty sewer surrounded by poodoo and... whatever in Bogans taint those karking things are.

Azzie forced herself onward, every step more deliberate than before, every shadow a potential hideaway. The tunnels twisted through Navarro like veins through a corpse, leading her deeper toward the truth beneath the carnage. She just hoped she'd get there before whatever was upstairs figured out where she was creeping around like a scumrat and how to open a grate cover.

Thurion Heavenshield | Darth Carnifex​

 

[Feridade Parthi]

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

Given the state of how the Alliance was faring against its enemies, perhaps Senator Annasari's suggestion for a more unconventional approach was a much needed perspective on their situation. Senator Parthi quietly mulled over the suggestion before speaking in a quiet tone, "A task force comprised of criminals to be thrown at a suicidal task. A novel idea... Though such a group would have to be buried beneath pages of black ink, never to see the light of day, otherwise the image that the Alliance has been built upon would be at risk. We cannot posture ourselves to be paragons of peace and light if it ever becomes discovered that we are willing to sacrifice lives, even if they are criminals."​

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His fingers interlocked, index fingers stretched out as he tapped their tips together in contemplative thought.​

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"While I do agree with Senator Verrin in leveraging SIA, as Senator Dod has stated, they have been found somewhat lacking with their fulfillment of their duties. Rather than having SIA divert its attention among multiple tasks in this regard, I think there is a simpler solution that works for everyone."​

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"SIA can be tasked with locating the Mors Mon, and Task Force Xesh can be focused on pinpointing a weakness in the Blackwall. In the meantime, the GADF can focus its efforts on protecting our borders until such a time where we can finally move to strike a decisive blow against the Sith. Each agency will be able to pursue their objectives with a singular focus, rather than dividing its attention in half measures. Having a minimal number of assets that we have on Endor relegated to pursuing the Sith if they retreat, or observe if they station their forces, would be a start."​

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Annasari | Monaray Dod | Kaela Verrin​

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[Viers Connory]

//: Lucette //:
//: Aris Noble //: Zaiya Ceti //:
//: Attire //:

Viers exhaled slowly, tuning in to the faint energy signature coming from the droid nearby. It was the most straightforward way for her to track movement—subtle vibrations through the floor, irregular patterns, anything out of place. Her skin prickled as her senses adjusted. Something was close.

She glanced over her shoulder. Lucy was already alert. Viers relaxed slightly at the sight. Lucy could handle herself—she always had. But that didn't change the fact that Viers still felt responsible for her safety.

Turning back, Viers scanned the surrounding terrain again. Her gaze moved steadily, carefully, and then she closed her eyes, reaching into the Force. Faintly, the lines etched into her back flickered to life—runic symbols glowing soft yellow. She let the Force guide her, the pattern deepening as she tapped further into her connection.

She breathed again, steady and measured. The sounds around her fell away. The tension narrowed into focus. That's when she felt them, two forms, bathed in the light and unfamiliar. She studied the sensation, committed it to memory, and then slowly released her focus.

Her grip on the bo staff loosened. Viers spun it once and rested it under her arm. For a moment, she let herself breathe.

The quiet and tense calm reminded her of something she'd seen in old holofilms, heroes standing tall before their big moment, saying something brave to the person they loved. The image stayed with her. Lucy had once called her "girlfriend." That meant something now.

Viers thought about those scenes, the ones where the hero stood between danger and the person they cared for most. Then she turned, facing Lucy with a new kind of determination in her expression.

"Lucy," she said, stepping forward.

She reached out, stopped herself when she noticed Lucy's fingers curled tightly around her lightsaber. Tibbs sat between them, loyal and unmoving. Viers didn't push him aside. She just focused on Lucette.

This wasn't going to be like before. Lucy usually initiated, not this time.

"I felt two," Viers said quietly. "I don't know how strong they are. But I'm not going to let anything happen to you."

She tried to meet Lucy's gaze. Each time her eyes met hers, she faltered, cheeks flushed. Her ears burned from how nervous she felt—but still, the monk held her ground.

Viers reached out again. Her fingers brushed gently against Lucy's cheek before her hand came to rest there. She steadied herself. And then she carefully leaned in, pressing her lips to Lucy's.

The kiss wasn't long or dramatic. But it was full of everything Viers hadn't said. It was simple, honest, and sincere.

She pulled back. A slight grin pulled at the corner of her mouth.

Without another word, she vanished, her presence tucked away entirely in the Force. No sound. No signature.

Viers moved quickly, like a shadow. She reached the Jedi fast, revealing herself only in the final second as her fist, bolstered by the Force, drove into the taller one's face.

"Surprise."

 

[Darth Kentarch]

OBJECTIVE 1 | INFILTRATION
TAGS: Aadihr Lidos
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Something was wrong. The Sith Lord could sense it, a warning of danger. He raised his head, looking into the old-growth trees as if expecting comfort from some phantom. The hair on the back of his neck stood on end. Darth Kentarch let himself fall. Just as he did, a branch above and in front of him exploded. He had less than a second to react. Suppressed subsonic ammunition. The fall from the tree. The sound of the exploding branch. The drawn attentions of the GADF soldiers as they looked up, alerted to something happening above them.

He fell in silence, the descent controlled, the only sound the whispering flutter of his cape. His boots touched down beside a cluster of stacked crates on the outskirts of the camp. The mystery sniper was likely already contacting someone within the Alliance perimeter. Several soldiers were already moving toward the tree at his last known position. Hiding was pointless now. His true opponent was a Jedi who had mastered Force Sight. Kentarch had no time to second-guess himself.

In the time of a single heartbeat, Darth Kentarch called upon the Force. Just as he could make himself vanish, he now formed an illusion around himself, crafting the appearance of a GADF soldier. He had spent enough time observing them to mimic their posture and mannerisms with unsettling accuracy. It made him even harder to detect. But that alone would not fool a Jedi trained in Force Sight. So he reshaped his presence.

The dark power that churned beneath his skin dimmed and cooled, sinking beneath layers of subtle alterations. He did not merely conceal his Force signature. He replaced it. To those who could see into the currents of the Force, he was now a simple soldier. One among many. A mind shaped by duty, not by power.

He walked into the camp, moving past the soldiers investigating the sniper shot, and passed deeper into the fortified position. The next step was finding the Jedi. But if he took the time to identify the master of Force Sight with his own eyes, he risked being discovered again. That would not do. The Jedi would have to come to him.

So he melted into the ranks of the GADF. A patrolling soldier. A busy engineer. A dutiful medic. An officer barking orders. At any given moment, he was one of them. It would be impossible to tell who he truly was.

Discreetly, his eyes swept the camp, searching for demolitions. Even if the Jedi discovered him, he could still bring the entire Alliance operation to its knees.

 

[Delsin Shaw]

OBJECTIVE I: Fortification
TAGS: Quinn Varanin | CT-312 | Jacen Breska |

Interesting was the term she used about these creatures. To be fair, these creatures were rather rare. Mostly due to them existing nearly as long as a Terentatek. Jedi Killers. And instead of some beast, it was much more worse. Feeding directly off of force users. Emitting waves that could turn you against your own kind. These things were arguably much more dangerous. And here is when she posed the question of the hour.

How can I make them more dangerous?

A bright smile filled my face. My green eyes glinting in the light as I turned to her. The toothy grin was filled with a sense of complete madness with how wide and awkward it was. All because I was truly in my element. This was my love. My work. To create life and pervert it into something much greater.

"These creatures, feast on all things organic. They consume life and the force itself. Using local flora and fauna to be come their army."

I moved closer to the creature. Way too close. Close enough it could have easily had feasted upon me if it tried. My hand reaching out and almost touching it, but stopped.

"What if it could eat and consume droids? Metal fortifications, electrical systems become bent to its will? We know how to make Technobeasts. Creatures that are a mash of humans or sentient beings with inorganic technology."

I turned my back to the beast. Looking to Quinn. This time entirely stern and serious. My voice deepened with the thoughts of what this could do to the Jedi and their love of hunting Sith Spawn.

"Make it consume everything, turn everything against the Jedi and their kin. Release the metaphorical Kraken upon their forces. No matter what planet it is. All controlled by our whims and desires. Our own natural army generation engine by consuming all they set against it."

I turned around to face the beast one more time. My hand reaching out and touching it. Already feeling how it wanted to just gorge itself on the two Sith that stood in front of it. Its desire to do what it was born to do. The creature creaked and groaned as it lowered its head, whatever head that it had, and drew closer to my face.

"Imagine ten, twenty of these being released upon a planet. Let them having their fun in feasting upon Alliance troopers, Jedi, droids, and all their fortifications with the local flora and fauna joining in the fun. A twisted call of the wild."

 

[Vakhari Lutris]

Tag: Ran Serys

The girl would indeed drop the tools, instead using mechu-deru to forcefully cloud the radar, the inside wires twisting as they began to slither out like roots.

"Do you have any idea how tempting that is? I cannot for the life of me understand how you can bother sitting on this ball of humidity.. They really could have hired some slicer from Denon for this, but oh no no!"

As she stood, it let Ran get a better view of the stranger. Small in build, short in stature. The snow haired woman appeared to be wearing something more akin to a doctor's attire more than garb of a typical Sith. Nothing about her seemed to signal she was a Sith, a keen eye however would be able to notice a house sigil. A serpent stuck in ouroboros, surrounded by fancy filigree and genetic code.

"I can't say I want to fight, but something tells me you are too stubborn to leave... I even gave a door."

Other droids still surrounded the area, Vakhari seeing through their eyes.

"Go now, shoo shoo! Go kill a Sith or something, or go bury your dead."

The direction to the stranger had been crafted to be dangerous, Ran's senses in the force only picking up danger after danger.. It was designed to be overwhelming, off-putting.

Vakhari herself would adjust her gloves before lifting an odd looking weapon as she waited, not showing in signs of outward aggression... In fact, she held a pristine calmness normally seen in Jedi.​