Mission Shattered Dawn - Tempo of War Pt. III [LS/GE/HR/BSS]

[Henna Ashina]

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During a daring raid on Balmorra, the Lightsworn uncovered a terrible secret - an Imperial project known only as Project: Stardust! A superweapon of unimaginable power, designed to bring the galaxy to its knees. Jedi Master Romi Jade took the lead in a divination attempt, and though the seers were able to confirm its existence and presence in the deep core, further intel was needed. Whilst infiltrating a Galactic Empire base on Archais, a Lightsworn Jedi Shadow secures vital data: schematics, manifests, and the weapon’s location. The mass floats in orbit of Had Abbadon, its construction now complete.

The spreading darkness of the Galactic Empire has forged an uneasy alliance between the Lightsworn and their counterparts within the Jedi Order and the New Jedi Order. Unbeknownst to the Jedi, underworld agents of the Black Sun Syndicate arrive with raw materials for the Empire. Their presence threatens to tip the balance of the battle… Racing against time, the Jedi coalition strikes before the Empire can unleash its creation upon the galaxy. The element of surprise lends to their cause, allowing them to take the patrols of Star Destroyers and TIE pilots unawares. Before the battle has even begun in its entirety, Lightsworn shuttles land aboard Project: Stardust.

Objective I: Sundering Light​

Streaks of laser fire paint the space above Hab Abbadon. The Lightsworn fleet broke hyperspace to land near Project: Stardust, bypassing the patrols of Star Destroyers in the system. Among the stars lay materials and tools that had supported the recently completed construction effort. The bulk of the Empire fleet has moved to engage stragglers who have yet to board, and the ships Lightsworn brought to obtain space superiority long enough to evacuate their troops after their mission aboard the superweapon is complete. Starfighters pour forth to support the battle that rages on. Imperial orders demand no quarter for the Jedi bold enough to strike a target of such importance.

Objective II: Final Dawn​

Jedi strike teams push forth from the hangar bay, with Empire troops rallying to give staunch resistance. Several key targets have been identified for sabotage, the most important of which includes the reactor core. Other teams break off to cause havoc on the bridge, seize the communications room, and disrupt further launches from other bays. Danger emerges from the shadows as squadrons of Death Troopers and the Dark Side Elite march forth at the Emperor’s behest to stop these interlopers. Operatives of the Black Sun, present for a delivery of raw materials, move to protect their wares and prove their value to the Empire. The corridors aboard Project: Stardust are quickly becoming a battleground as either side clashes in a merciless endeavor.

 

[Kann]

OBJ. II
TAGS: OPEN

This... this abomination.

The Death Star, they had called it. The apogee of science, they had declared it. A technological marvel, they had lauded it.

A masterpiece, they had proclaimed it

But what do they know of masterpieces? What do these engineers grasp of wonder?

They whose eyes are borrowed from scanners and sensors;
whose minds are borrowed from circuits and code;
whose hands are borrowed from droids.

How can they who surrender their imagination to a machine ever lay claim to the soul of art?

A ripple echoed through the Force, followed by the distant rumble of explosions.

The gracious Jedi, the ever merciful, had arrived to liberate him from the burden of his own sorrowful musings.​

 

[Ceton]

Obj 2
Tags Open

Go, jedi, go Jedi go
Sith you better run and hide
Because one day you might not slide

Ceton had the song Jedi Rap by Regular Rock playing on the lander he found himself in. The Lightsworn was loaded up with his blades. Three lightsabers. Each with a different crystal and effect, as well as one of the protection pendants from Kattada around his neck. Aside from the teal sash around his belt, it was the only piece of that enclave he had.

He was tempered in combat. Not in an enclave.

The lander came in aggressively. Blasting their way into the hangar. The ship shook as the song went back to chorus. Ceton grabbed his cousin's shell, the one he turned into a shield and made his way to the front of the line. Focusing his will, the shield started to glow as he reinforced it with the Force. His yellow crossguard ignited as the first salvo caught his shield.

It was time. Using the Force to hurl the shield at neck level of the troopers.

His goal? The bridge.

 

[Vireth]

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"Project: Stardust is a statement. A doctrine. A final solution to the question of galactic dominance. Your contributions, if accepted, will reshape the very foundation of power in this galaxy..."
-- Alars Keto as he debriefed selected, handpicked participants for Project: Stardust.

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Had Abbadon, Deep Core.
Tags: [OPEN]

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BEHOLD, A THIRD COMING!
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Objective II: FINAL DAWN.

Equipment:

• Auric-Iris Ocular Suite (Model V/UX-19).​

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The office, found in a corridor located off the eighty-fourth junction of the colossus named "THE DEATHSTAR", had become a home away from home for Vireth following her induction into the secret, clandestine project colloquially dubbed "PROJECT: STARDUST" so that she could participate in the creation a weapon that no other man or the likes of their ilk would oppose less they invite certain catastrophe, and ruination through a splendour of triangulated galactic shattering green lights set to destroy entire star systems.

When Alars Keto had debriefed the likes of her (and the other heroes of the Empire) regarding the existence of the project, Vireth had been shocked by the very idea of it given how quickly the Dark-Imperial bloc were mobilising for their second campaign in the Core Worlds territories. Mere months ago she and the others of the Raithal Military Academy had been staring into the perpetual abyss wondering whether or not all that they had worked for-- in the shadow of the New Jedi Order, and their decadent Galactic Alliance-- had been for naught given the fall of the Dark Empire and it's catastrophic loss at the conclusion of the Core Wars all the while they had been preparing to join their Master as he worked to realise the promises of the New Order ushered by Palpatine a millennia ago.

The idea then of such a weapon, being formed and put together piece-by-piece in the shadows, was then akin to something of a myth. But the scope of the Emperor and his designs were beyond that of even one of his most devout chosen for Vireth was distinctly qualified to certify the ambitions of He (who were akin to that of a God) that were epitomized through the distinctive reality of the existence of his superweapon of which she had been serving aboard since the annexation of Arkania some weeks ago.

Vireth had always known better, even back then, that what their enemies had screamed from the ramparts of their decadence (regarding the defeat of both Korvan and Fossk's forces at Carlac and Empress Teta at the end of the Core Wars) had been lies and her belief had been rewarded through the revelation of the Deathstar-- a mighty machine that must have taken decades to create, and of which the very existence of such divinity tore to pieces the lies of all those who had claimed victory over the one, true Galactic Emperor ever since the SECOND GREAT HYPERSPACE WAR.

Raised in doctrine, reverence and architectural design, specifically, in the classical galactic and distinctive Imperial aesthetic-- in anticipation of a distinguished career to serve the paradigms lain out across the millennia by the Sith-- all of Vireth's work and ambition had been realised since the coup d'état on her homeworld of Kuat and Balmorra which had served as a prelude for the annexation of Imperial Centre. Reality had supplanted the lies and falsehoods of their enemies as the hands of their adversaries snatched their throats and begun the squeeze to choke them for their barbarity, and for the cruel worlds which they had ushered aloud, that were meant to inspire weakness or doubt even in the Emperor's most devout.

Indeed, the limitations of her Master were unbound, and the truth had settled in fast, and quickly, with a certain reality now renown across the Stars themselves.

The Galaxy was His, and We have made him a vessel worthy of bringing you all to heel.

As these last days of work-- neigh, a pilgrimage was more accurate-- aboard the Deathstar came towards the precipice of unopposed superiority and galactic dominance across all the Stars, as the flag of the resurgent, renewed, consecrated GALACTIC EMPIRE were set to be raised across the masses set to dismantle and therefore topple all those who would stand in the way of progress, Vireth had been meditating on those dark days assured that such doubt and uncertainty among her kin, whether they be back home on Kuat, or elsewhere, were now eroded, perhaps, disintegrated through the sheer certainty that once the galaxy laid their eyes upon this colossus, found today in the orbit of Had Abaddon, that there would be no-more doubt, or say about whose galaxy they belonged to.

Suddenly a klaxon rung above her, and as it's scream wailed for all those aboard the project to mobilise to deal with incursion, Vireth knew that their adversaries would try one last time to stop them...

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