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Dominion Shrouded in the Darkness (Silver Jedi Concord dominion of Garos IV)

As with many worlds in the last dozens of years, Garos IV has changed hands between galactic powers several times over - both the Sith and Mandalorians had called the planet their own before it fell into the sphere of influence of the Silver Jedi Concord. But influence is a fickle thing - when the onslaught of the Bryn'adul smashed into the greater galaxy and deep into Silver Jedi Concord territory, the Silver Jedi Concord-backed government teetered and tottered until it fell apart under the weight of the refugee crisis. The once unified planetary government is no more, with new city nationstates vying for dominance over the world even as they negotiate to reform the unified government for the betterment of their world. With the threat of the Bryn'adul greatly diminished, the Silver Jedi Concord has turned its attention back to helping the world government reform, even as a hidden enemy seeks to undermine those efforts and keep the world divided.

Objective One - The Heart of a Cause (Social / Groundside combat)
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In the former world capital of Ariana, local political leaders along with wealthy benefactors, social activists, and other influential voices have gathered to finish negotiations that will reform the world government and have it reclaim its place within the Silver Jedi Concord. But there are a few sticking points which threaten this delicate process as it nears completion. Ariana's delegation is notably pro-Silver Jedi Concord and has been instrumental in courting worldwide opinion to return to the Silver Jedi Concord, but in this maneuvering the delegation has drawn unwanted attention from those who feel the change is not to their betterment. There have been death threats against several members of the delegation and an assassination attempt is expected against members of this delegation, though from whom is not yet sure. An unsubstantiated rumor suggests that the delegation from Zila contains a Sith sleeper agent. Perhaps more tellingly, a businessman delegate from Zila has been linked to the Blackwing virus outbreak near Mount Breckin. However, the Zila delegation continues to publicly accept though not enthusiastically endorses the return to the Silver Jedi Concord. The delegation from Garan continues to maintain strong ties with the Mandalorian culture even after the United Clans of Mandlaor disappeared-the presence of the Mandalorian Covenant within the Silver Jedi Concord managed to swing this delegation to at least publicly back reintegration with the Silver Jedi Concord, but they continue to harbor a notable distrust of Force users including the Silver Jedi Concord. Lastly, the delegation from Northlan is perhaps the most interesting of all in that they have continued to remain aloof of galactic politics and have dragged out the negotiations the longest on pure technicalities for reasons yet unknown to the rest of the delegates. They have not privately or publicly endorsed rejoining the Silver Jedi Concord.

Help solve the political impasses of the negotiations and protect all of those present from the ever present threat of assassination.

Objective Two - The Dark Heart of the Mountain (Groundside combat)
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Three weeks ago, investigative journalists followed local businessman Rhys Terrell into an old Imperial base at Mount Breckin. The journalist never returned. However, shortly thereafter, a half dozen partially decaying but still somehow alive creatures ambled out of the old facility and attacked tourists just outside of Zila. Local security forces managed to defeat the "zombies", but analysis showed that the hosts had all been infected with a previously unknown strain of the Blackwing Virus. Subsequent long-range sensor scans of the base suggest that there are more infected hosts in the galaxy, along with some other, unidentified creatures contained on the lowest level of the base.

Investigate the old facility, eliminate any threats to the citizens of Zila, and discover the origin of the infected.

Objective Three - Taking Care of Business (Fleeting/Dogfighting?Grounding)
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Almost three hundred kilometers south of Northlan and in the Locura Ocean lies the idyllic island of Sylno, home to what had been a luxury resort. However, the resort on Sylno was thought to have been abandoned with the calamities of the Bryn'adul invasion of the near area. But new occupants have taken over the island in the last few months - outlaw techs. Some unknown partner on the mainland has been supplying the techs with locally sourced hibridium, allowing them to have produced dozens of cloaking devices. A number of these devices have already been spotted in the hands of local pirates and smugglers. Possession of these devices by these criminals has destabilized the control of local space by Garos IV's authorities. Elements of the Silver Jedi Concord Fleet and its Starfighter Corp are moving to secure the airspace around the outlaw tech base while Antarian Rangers and others will assault and seize the island.

Shut down the outlaw tech base and discover their hidden patron.
 
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Objective One - The Heart of a Cause

Location:
Grand Ariana Hotel conference Center, Ariana

"Really? This one?"

Hayde looked over the bottle of wine, noting its dark red color and the ornate carving on the crystal bottle. She turned the bottle to the side to read its label. Ah, that explains it...Is that really the conclusion he's drawn of me so far? She forced a smile on her face before gently handling the bottle back to the Mayor of Ariana, Ched Ingido.

"Fruit forward, huh? It sounds like it could be good. Pour away!"

The lanky man smiled back and began to uncork the bottle. Around them, other delegates and VIPs mingled about after a long day of talks. Even with the official talks complete for the day, unofficial work continued. She found politics simultaneous tedious and fascinating. Among all the dull, technical legalese there were tantalizing tidbits of secrets and hidden motives. And as far as she could tell so far, there were plenty here just for her to uncover. Ingido offered her a glass.

"I am happy that the Concord Trade Delegation Authority was able to send you here. Where did you say you were from again Miss Mors?"

"Balamak."

A lie, but a necessary one to keep her cover identity intact.

"Balamak? Agri world?"

She nodded, "You aren't missing on much if you never been there."

A grin crept across his face, "So that's why you left?"

"Perhaps?" said Hayde, gently tilting her glass before taking a sip. It was good.

"This is who you wanted me to meet?"

Hayde turned her eyes upward to observe the newcomer. Paunchy but remarkably carefree for being the mayor of Garan, Set Petopethel probably would have seemed more at home in a rough and tough tumble cantina than a high class hotel like the Grand Ariana Hotel. She thought he would probably like to be wearing the mandalorian battle armor that he always publically appeared in. But now, the former mandalorian journeyman sat down in his frumpy suit and eyed her up and down intently.

"You are a bureaucrat, truly?"

He didn't seem to fully trust her, and she couldn't blame him. She offered him an abbreviated smile.

"Bureaucrat is a harsh word for what I do. I think of myself as a problem solver."

Set grumbled, "Where, there are plenty of those here..."
 
Objective III: Acquiring hibridium from local scum.

One thing had been easier in the days of the Sith Empire: Harvesting materials. Darth Ophidia had tapped into mines of stygium and hibridium, of beskar, phrik and cortosis throughout the Empire. Now, the newfound "freedom" of these systems meant she had to apply greater pressure when acquiring her most precious material components.

Now her spies infiltrated businesses and communities. They gathered intelligence from loose change and recruited locals to their network. It was through these loyal spies that the Sith now gained their necessary materials. Darth Ophidia had put considerable resources into Garos, and it had worked smoothly until recently. Now, shipments were slow and tight-lipped. Her agents had not been able to loosen their tongues or quicken their pace.

So, she had to handle things personally.

Darth Ophidia had arrived incognito. Disguised under the masking powers of the Nyâshnitwa, her face was changed to a broad and brutish looking figure. She lumbered among the other miners until the time was right, confident that ship waited for her. It was hidden nearby, cloaked by systems powered by materials like what she was looking for here.

Swiftly, the Sith Lord peeled off from the others and locked the doors behind her.

"What do you want?" - the voice greeted her with impatience and the stuffy overtones of a bureaucrat who thought themselves simultaneously above their peers and unjustly underestimated by their superiors. "You shouldn't be in here."

"Shouldn't I now?"
 
Objective 2
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A small encampment was set up roughly half a mile or so outside of the Imperial base. The Jedi had arrived with a small detachment from Thurion's Lion Guard to help as needed. A wide array of individuals had arrived to assist with this venture.. Arden had never dealt with a massive outbreak with the Blackwing virus but had had heard the stories about how bad things can get. The thought that this was happening so close to civilized places had raised a strong concern for the hybrid. What they were being informed of as well as the incidents that had arose every since Rhys had led the journalist into the base. Arden was part of team tasked with going in and investigating what happened exactly. And to hope that perhaps there were survivors who happened to hide themselves very well. That was slightly far-fetched though, given everything that he had seen thus far.

Arden took a deep breath and smirked as a strong gust swept through the camp. He wasn't going to lie when he said he didn't miss the cold.He hadn't been away from Midvinter more than a week and he felt he was already getting homesick. Perhaps it was just the cold that drew his spirits. As he could spend hours in the cold, that was more the Valkryi that was in his blood. The Jedi check his own personal equipment, his armor in place as well as the swords on either side of him. And just a standard lightsaber at his side. Arden had yet to construct his own personal lightsaber yet, which was odd for some people that knew him. He honestly just hadn't gotten around to doing it. It would be another 20 minutes or so before everyone was together, so the time spent bantering with fellow Valkryi while waiting for those others to get ready.
 
Remain steadfast and you are never without hope


GAME ON YAKHEAD!
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SHIP NAME: ETHEREAL, SILVER CITY
SHIP CLASS: CARRIER, HEAVY CARRIER
FLAG OFFICER: LIRAM ANGELLUS
SHIP CAPTAIN: ZEV TANTOR (Ethereal), GYM HALPERN (Silver City)
COMMAND STAFF
EQUIPPED: 25x L4Vele Series Deployable Defense turrets.
CAPTAIN'S LAUNCH: "Amenadiel"

FIGHTER COMPLIMENT: 103rd Tactical Starfighter Wing "Angel of Death Squadron"
CALLSIGNS: Commodore Angellus "Maverick" is and will always be "Angel 1", Captain Rojuh Pouil "Starlight" is "Angel 2" Commander Scoht Pouil "Meteor" is "Angel 3". Commander Ewan Isaacs "Raider" is "Angel 4" and in command of the Jackals primarily for both ships. Each Squadron leader makes up the remaining "Angel" callsigns, their individual squadrons and make-ups are named below.

SPACIAL COMBAT AND RENDITION
  1. SCAR 1 Jackal Class Starfighter
  2. SCAR 2 Jackal Class Starfighter
  3. SCAR 3 Jackal Class Starfighter
LONG RANGE INTERCEPTION
  1. Angel 4(Gator Squadron) Archangel class Fighter/Interceptor
  2. Angel 5(Raguel Squadron) Archangel class Fighter/Interceptor
  3. Angel 6(Beak Squadron) Archangel class Fighter/Interceptor
  4. Angel 7(Turik Squadron) Archangel class Fighter/Interceptor

MULTIPURPOSE SUPERIORITY FIGHTER
  1. Angel 8(Razorback Squadron) NC-1000 X-Wing
  2. Angel 9(Voight Squadron) NC-1000 X-Wing
  3. Angel 10(Jurist Squadron) NC-1000 X-Wing
  4. Angel 11(Fi Squadron) NC-1000 X-Wing
  5. Angel 12(Prac Squadron) NC-1 X-Wing
  6. Angel 13(Tic Squadron) NC-1 X-Wing
  7. Angel 14(Alcalde Squadron) Ashera Class Fighter
  8. Angel 15(Kers Squadron) Ashera Class Fighter
  9. Angel 16(Kyber Squadron) Ashera Class Fighter
  10. Angel 17(Jok Squadron) Ashera Class Fighter

STEALTH/RECON FIGHTER

  1. Angel 18(Requital Squadron) Azazael class Stealth fighter
  2. Angel 19(Scimitar Squadron) Azazael class Stealth fighter

BOMBERS W ESCORT
  1. Angel 20(Que Squadron) Demon Class Bomber
  2. Angel 21(M'lud Squadron) Demon Class Bomber
  3. Angel 22(Gatto Squadron) Demon Class Bomber
  4. Angel 23(Hail Squadron) Demon Class Bomber
  5. Angel 24(Leigh Squadron) Soverenignty Class Heavy/Assault Fighter
  6. Angel 25(Vulcano Squadron) Soverenignty Class Heavy/Assault Fighter
  7. Angel 26(Bulwark Squadron) Soverenignty Class Heavy/Assault Fighter

SUPPORT/TRANSPORTS
  1. Angel 27(Artillery Squadron) Cherub Gunship
  2. Angel 28(Ferret Squadron) Cherub Gunship
  3. Angel 29(Ruzek Squadron) Cherub Gunship
  4. Angel 30(Ferret II Squadron)Cherub Transport
  5. Angel 31(Ferret III Squadron)Cherub Transport
  6. Angel 32(Pulvin Squadron)Cherub Transport
  7. Angel 33(Gundark Squadron)Cherub Transport
  8. Angel 34(Terantatek Squadron)Cherub Transport
  9. Angel 35(Ronto Squadron)Cherub Transport

SHIP NAME: ETHEREAL
SHIP CLASS: CARRIER
SHIP CAPTAIN: ZEV TANTOR
COMMAND STAFF
Amenediel Shuttle Mk II

FIGHTER COMPLIMENT: "VOODOO WING"
CALLSIGNS: Commodore Angellus "Maverick" is and will always be "Voodoo 1", Commander Rojuh Pouil "Starlight" is "Voodoo 2" Commander Scoht Pouil "Meteor" is "Voodoo 3". Each Squadron leader makes up "Voodoo Wing", their individual squadrons and make-ups are named below. Commander Ewan Isaacs "Raider" is "Voodoo 4" and is primarily in charge of Jackal squadrons when not acting as CAG.


SPACIAL COMBAT AND RENDITION - SCARs use the Jackal Fighter for its balance of speed and maneuverability as well as its remote capabilities. This allows the elite pilot/operators to"bail" and operate in zero G often a tactic in boarding capital ships.
  1. SCAR 4 Jackal Class Starfighter
  2. SCAR 5 Jackal Class Starfighter
  3. SCAR 6 Jackal Class Starfighter
  4. SCAR 7 Jackal Class Starfighter
  5. SCAR 8 Jackal Class Starfighter
  6. SCAR 9 Jackal Class Starfighter
  7. SCAR 10 Jackal Class Starfighter
  8. SCAR 11 Jackal Class Starfighter

MULTIPURPOSE SUPERIORITY FIGHTER
  1. Voodoo 4(Razorback Squadron) NC-1 X-Wing
  2. Voodoo 5(Jurist Squadron) NC-1 X-Wing
  3. Voodoo 6(Fi Squadron) NC-1 X-Wing
  4. Voodoo 7(Prac Squadron) NC-1 X-Wing
  5. Voodoo 8(Tic Squadron) NC-1 X-Wing
  6. Voodoo 9(Alcalde Squadron) Ashera Class Fighter
  7. Voodoo 10(Gator Squadron) Ashera Class Fighter
  8. Voodoo 11(Raguel Squadron) Ashera Class Fighter

BOMBERS W ESCORT
  1. Voodoo 12(M'lud Squadron) Demon Class Bomber
  2. Voodoo 13(M'lud Squadron) Demon Class Bomber
  3. Voodoo 14(Gatto Squadron) Demon Class Bomber
  4. Voodoo 15(Vulcano Squadron) Soverenignty Class Heavy/Assault Fighter
  5. Voodoo 16(Vulcano Squadron) Soverenignty Class Heavy/Assault Fighter

SUPPORT/TRANSPORTS
  1. Voodoo 17(Artillery Squadron) Cherub Gunship
  2. Voodoo 18(Ferret Squadron)Cherub Transport
  3. Voodoo 19(Ferret II Squadron)Cherub Transport
  4. Voodoo 20(Ferret III Squadron)Cherub Transport
SECTOR: Garos
ORDERS: Secure Garos IV system and allow Marines to land and secure the island of Sylno for the people of the planet
WINGMATES: SJC/SJDF


The 9th Battlegroup dropped out of hyperspace just outside the Garos sector, this group was larger than normal (as it normally consisted of two carriers and escort cruisers when possible) as the Silver City and the Ethereal were joined by a "Divinity" Class cruiser, or "Pocket Command ship". The Divinity was on her shakedown cruise, but she was not the only one, an "Avalon" Class Destroyer was on her shakedown as well. The "Avalon" was unique as she was designed specifically for use by Marines and ground troops. The vessel was a multip-purpose platform to be certain and could hold her own in open combat but her skill came in acting as a transport and command center for ground troops.

These two ships came into a perfect need for this mission.

Commodore Angellus was not aboard either carrier, he was aboard "The Divinity" as the ship slowly lurched into the system followed closely behind by the Avalon. The carriers would form a perimeter, with their long-range firepower, their deployable turrets, and their fighter screens. as the Divinity would set up inside the system and the Avalon would transfer Marines to the planet below.

Battlegroup

Orders
  • Carriers "Silver City" and "Ethereal" are set up outside the system securing the outer areas from attack.
  • "Divinity" is escorting the "Avalon" to the planet for landing.
  • All fighters on Combat Patrol.
  • Avalon currently carrying all Marines in "Ship and Fighter Make-up"


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Objective III
Location:
Sandpanther-series Heavy Cruiser Blood Dagger, near Sylno
Allies: Darth Ophidia Darth Ophidia (nominally)
Enemies: Liram Angellus Liram Angellus

"There are two very large Silver Jedi Concord vessels approaching. Battle cruiser and a large star destroyer, or so it would appear," announced the old protocol droid.

The wookiee pirate let out an irritable growl, which immediately prompted his sensor's officer to try and enlarge an image of the approaching craft. Utterly massive - far too big to stop on our own. He let out a more subdued growl of exasperation and stared down his protocol droid.

"Of course Master, I will attempt to contact the others in an effort to make the most profitable move for all of us."

The wookiee had only been aware of the Outlaw tech base for the last few weeks, but he had tried to make the most of it. Ships were repaired and upgraded, and he had even managed to intimidate the base's owners into providing him with more hibridium ore that was supposed to go to a different client - whoever it was probably wasn't happy with him. But first they'd have find him. Few pirates had cloaking devices, let alone one that could hide a ship the size of the Blood Dagger. The holo of the approaching Silver Jedi Concord ships briefly disappeared to reveal a shaggy Bothan and an aging man wearing a pair of oversized goggles - the "owners" of the base.

"We are grateful for the warning," started the bothan, "we will try to make this up for you, somehow. Probably with some extra services once we set up a new location."

"If you could buy us more time to evacuate more of our supplies and personnel, we will be able to provide more to you later on."

Lofdrrl let out a growl which his protocol droid was quick to translate, "Master Lofdrrl does not believe he has enough ships to provide a significant delay to the approaching Silver fleet."

"We will provide some more ships and crews, and I am certain that our other customers present will help soon too. Besides, we have an extra surprise for our Silver Jedi guests..."

As if on cue, a KDY V-150 Ion Cannon stripped of its protective shell began to lob massive ion bolts up from the island and towards the Divinity. Lofdrrl growled, prompting the protocol droid to once again translate.

"Master Lofdrrl requests that all cloaked ships present be placed under his command immediately..."

The bothan frowned, "We will provide you with what combat ships present that we have, but a few of our cloaked vessels will be needed for the evacutation efforts. The freighters wouldn't be useful in combat anyways..."

As the quartet conversed, a buzzing swarm of starfighters and small craft rose up from Sylnos and other nearby islands. Many were Lofdrrl's own group - mostly Zerek Zeniths and Tau Devastators - but a number of more independent operators flying anything from classic X-wings and Skipray Blastboats to Mistral-class Starfighters stolen from the local government during the recent chaos of the Bryn'adul attacks on the greater galaxy.
 
Remain steadfast and you are never without hope


GAME ON YAKHEAD!
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SHIP NAME: ETHEREAL, SILVER CITY
SHIP CLASS: CARRIER, HEAVY CARRIER
FLAG OFFICER: LIRAM ANGELLUS
SHIP CAPTAIN: ZEV TANTOR (Ethereal), GYM HALPERN (Silver City)
COMMAND STAFF
EQUIPPED: 25x L4Vele Series Deployable Defense turrets.
CAPTAIN'S LAUNCH: "Amenadiel"

FIGHTER COMPLIMENT: 103rd Tactical Starfighter Wing "Angel of Death Squadron"
CALLSIGNS: Commodore Angellus "Maverick" is and will always be "Angel 1", Captain Rojuh Pouil "Starlight" is "Angel 2" Commander Scoht Pouil "Meteor" is "Angel 3". Commander Ewan Isaacs "Raider" is "Angel 4" and in command of the Jackals primarily for both ships. Each Squadron leader makes up the remaining "Angel" callsigns, their individual squadrons and make-ups are named below.

SPACIAL COMBAT AND RENDITION
  1. SCAR 1 Jackal Class Starfighter
  2. SCAR 2 Jackal Class Starfighter
  3. SCAR 3 Jackal Class Starfighter
LONG RANGE INTERCEPTION
  1. Angel 4(Gator Squadron) Archangel class Fighter/Interceptor
  2. Angel 5(Raguel Squadron) Archangel class Fighter/Interceptor
  3. Angel 6(Beak Squadron) Archangel class Fighter/Interceptor
  4. Angel 7(Turik Squadron) Archangel class Fighter/Interceptor

MULTIPURPOSE SUPERIORITY FIGHTER
  1. Angel 8(Razorback Squadron) NC-1000 X-Wing
  2. Angel 9(Voight Squadron) NC-1000 X-Wing
  3. Angel 10(Jurist Squadron) NC-1000 X-Wing
  4. Angel 11(Fi Squadron) NC-1000 X-Wing
  5. Angel 12(Prac Squadron) NC-1 X-Wing
  6. Angel 13(Tic Squadron) NC-1 X-Wing
  7. Angel 14(Alcalde Squadron) Ashera Class Fighter
  8. Angel 15(Kers Squadron) Ashera Class Fighter
  9. Angel 16(Kyber Squadron) Ashera Class Fighter
  10. Angel 17(Jok Squadron) Ashera Class Fighter

STEALTH/RECON FIGHTER

  1. Angel 18(Requital Squadron) Azazael class Stealth fighter
  2. Angel 19(Scimitar Squadron) Azazael class Stealth fighter

BOMBERS W ESCORT
  1. Angel 20(Que Squadron) Demon Class Bomber
  2. Angel 21(M'lud Squadron) Demon Class Bomber
  3. Angel 22(Gatto Squadron) Demon Class Bomber
  4. Angel 23(Hail Squadron) Demon Class Bomber
  5. Angel 24(Leigh Squadron) Soverenignty Class Heavy/Assault Fighter
  6. Angel 25(Vulcano Squadron) Soverenignty Class Heavy/Assault Fighter
  7. Angel 26(Bulwark Squadron) Soverenignty Class Heavy/Assault Fighter

SUPPORT/TRANSPORTS
  1. Angel 27(Artillery Squadron) Cherub Gunship
  2. Angel 28(Ferret Squadron) Cherub Gunship
  3. Angel 29(Ruzek Squadron) Cherub Gunship
  4. Angel 30(Ferret II Squadron)Cherub Transport
  5. Angel 31(Ferret III Squadron)Cherub Transport
  6. Angel 32(Pulvin Squadron)Cherub Transport
  7. Angel 33(Gundark Squadron)Cherub Transport
  8. Angel 34(Terantatek Squadron)Cherub Transport
  9. Angel 35(Ronto Squadron)Cherub Transport

SHIP NAME: ETHEREAL
SHIP CLASS: CARRIER
SHIP CAPTAIN: ZEV TANTOR
COMMAND STAFF
Amenediel Shuttle Mk II

FIGHTER COMPLIMENT: "VOODOO WING"
CALLSIGNS: Commodore Angellus "Maverick" is and will always be "Voodoo 1", Commander Rojuh Pouil "Starlight" is "Voodoo 2" Commander Scoht Pouil "Meteor" is "Voodoo 3". Each Squadron leader makes up "Voodoo Wing", their individual squadrons and make-ups are named below. Commander Ewan Isaacs "Raider" is "Voodoo 4" and is primarily in charge of Jackal squadrons when not acting as CAG.


SPACIAL COMBAT AND RENDITION - SCARs use the Jackal Fighter for its balance of speed and maneuverability as well as its remote capabilities. This allows the elite pilot/operators to"bail" and operate in zero G often a tactic in boarding capital ships.
  1. SCAR 4 Jackal Class Starfighter
  2. SCAR 5 Jackal Class Starfighter
  3. SCAR 6 Jackal Class Starfighter
  4. SCAR 7 Jackal Class Starfighter
  5. SCAR 8 Jackal Class Starfighter
  6. SCAR 9 Jackal Class Starfighter
  7. SCAR 10 Jackal Class Starfighter
  8. SCAR 11 Jackal Class Starfighter

MULTIPURPOSE SUPERIORITY FIGHTER
  1. Voodoo 4(Razorback Squadron) NC-1 X-Wing
  2. Voodoo 5(Jurist Squadron) NC-1 X-Wing
  3. Voodoo 6(Fi Squadron) NC-1 X-Wing
  4. Voodoo 7(Prac Squadron) NC-1 X-Wing
  5. Voodoo 8(Tic Squadron) NC-1 X-Wing
  6. Voodoo 9(Alcalde Squadron) Ashera Class Fighter
  7. Voodoo 10(Gator Squadron) Ashera Class Fighter
  8. Voodoo 11(Raguel Squadron) Ashera Class Fighter

BOMBERS W ESCORT
  1. Voodoo 12(M'lud Squadron) Demon Class Bomber
  2. Voodoo 13(M'lud Squadron) Demon Class Bomber
  3. Voodoo 14(Gatto Squadron) Demon Class Bomber
  4. Voodoo 15(Vulcano Squadron) Soverenignty Class Heavy/Assault Fighter
  5. Voodoo 16(Vulcano Squadron) Soverenignty Class Heavy/Assault Fighter

SUPPORT/TRANSPORTS
  1. Voodoo 17(Artillery Squadron) Cherub Gunship
  2. Voodoo 18(Ferret Squadron)Cherub Transport
  3. Voodoo 19(Ferret II Squadron)Cherub Transport
  4. Voodoo 20(Ferret III Squadron)Cherub Transport
SECTOR: Garos
ORDERS: Engage pirate vessels
WINGMATES: SJDF
ENGAGING: Lofdrrl Lofdrrl


When the pirate cruiser was detected, she monitored but did not alter the plans for the descent onto the resort island of Sylno. They were far enough away that the Avalon could not be blocked or stopped in her landing. It was not that long afterward that the Silver ships had figured out exactly why. a huge energy spike came from the planet's surface and was immediately followed by ion bolts which screamed into the night sky, lighting it up.

"Brace!"

The bridge rocked at the impact of the ion weapons fire, lights began to flicker as did systems but they overall remained operational.

"Damage report!"

The Tactical station had the best readout of the ship's systems and the officer in charge began yelling out results as they came in.

"Hull breach, Aft Deck-14, casualties reported. Aft defensive systems are off-line, and shields in that section down to forty percent but holding."

"Anywhere else?"

She shook her head. "No sir. We appear operational otherwise."

The Comms department had worse news. As they looked to be in a panic, coordinating efforts with transport ships, both their own and from the Avalon, the SO yelled out "Sir! The Avalon took a direct hit. Engines and navigation are down to thirty percent..."

"Helm, can we move to intercept. That pirate ship is definitely going to see this."

It seemed that the bad news was just going to keep coming. "I'm afraid not, sir. She's caught in the planet's gravity, can't escape. She's going down unless they pull off a miracle."

The news was grim, but there was an "if" in there, which meant that they still had a chance to pull off that miracle they were needing. The question is how they were going to do it.

"I want two squadrons one-thousands to follow her down and if possible, to either clear a path or find a soft spot."

"Sir, incoming fighter screens."

"Devastators and Zeniths... going to have to let Quee know about his clientele. Put our ArchAngels on them. Put our Asheras on the others coming up, the relics."

"What about the other two squadrons of X-wings and our Stealth fighters?"

"Sir, we're getting some... odd... readings in the planetary orbit." The Tactical chief interrupted.

"How "odd"?"

"Makes absolutely no sense to be there", "Odd"." The Tactical chief clarified.

"Have the stealth fighters investigate, and put the X-wings with us engaging that pirate ship. Weapons hot."

Battlegroup

Orders
  • Carriers "Silver City" and "Ethereal" are on alert outside the system securing the outer areas from attack.
  • "Divinity" is now engaging the pirate vessels. suffering a glancing hit from the ion cannon below
  • Stealth fighters investigating "odd readings"
  • Ashera class fighters engaging independent pilots
  • ArchAngel fighters engaging pirate fighters.
  • 2 squadrons of NC-1000 X-wings running cover for Avalon crash, also providing reports
  • Other 2 squadrons engaging pirate cruiser.
  • Avalon suffered a direct hit from the planetary ion cannon, engines, and navigation at 30 percent and is currently caught in the planet's gravity. She is currently launching all transports, both sentient controlled and automated with payloads in an attempt to lighten the load.


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"Locura Ocean my backside... Its the cold again, and I can only imagine why in the Force I've been vaccinated for Blackwing Virus... Drag you in with sunlight, then stick you in the freezer. I tell you..."

Aayla spoke aloud to her herself, finishing her preparations to move out with the forward reconnaissance unit. Her duties today leaving her in a position of leadership she had been in before, but honestly would've been much more content without. The last time however, was in the midst of flat out warzone however. Times she would preferred to forget. Standing and sliding her foot into a snug fitting pair of snow boots, she pressed buttons on the side of either, allowing the soft inner fabric to hug her feet, and also help insulate against elements better.

All in all, Aayla was prepared to be outside in relatively rigid weather for an extended period of time. Aayla carried two sabers on her person this day, a thermally sound underlay hugging her form, and covered by an assemblage of black and red cloths, betraying the pale skin, and shimmering gray eyes above. Her hair had been left down, hanging about her form in an extra bid to keep any form of heat she could to herself. While things were deceptively warm at camp, once they got further away, the temperature could easily become a factor.

Right now the Operations Force consisted of at least a few elements of every military branch the Silver Concord could muster. There were even SIN (Silver Intelligence Network) operatives not only here, but on other missions across the globe... Places like Locura Ocean, but she would relent. She had her own mission to see to completion. Speaking of which, where was Kadan Scipora Kadan Scipora at a time like this? Her eyes scanned about a bit before moving up to the small staging area that was set outside.

There was a raised platform there for the person who would be giving the mission briefing, someone whom she did not expect to be her...

"Commander Shan, you've got the honors... Here's the skinny."


A Senior Intelligence Officer would approach her from behind, an odd thing as she couldn't feel him within the Force. Like he was void of it.

"The Honors?"

He handed her a data pad, with a varied amount of information on it, prompting her to quickly scan through; realizing it was a mission briefing.

"You want me to read it off, there are oth-"

"This operation starts in Thirty Minutes exactly Ms. Shan; and counting... Please have everyone caught up on the next steps in ten..."

The strange older man would offer a a bashful nod, smiling with his eyes before turning away from her, and moving through the ranks. She didn't even have time to see what his rank was, but the way people straightened up in his presence was something of an indicator...

"And counting, Padawan.."

He offered as he strolled away, hands clasped behind his back, eyes scanning throughout the ranks like a hawk in search of prey.

Aayla stared on for a moment, looking down at the data-pad, then shook her head... Time was of the essence.

Stepping up, she would up-nod one of the Warrant Officers that was on station by the podium, who would immediately turn and press a button to mimic the sound of a General Quarters call. However, in this situation it was simply to draw attention to the fact there was about to be a briefing on what was coming next.

Clearing her throat, she placed the data-pad down, and synced it to the stages built-in projectors.

"Good Evening Everyone, my name is Aayla Shan, a Padawan of the Silver Jedi Concord... As some of you well know, our mission here is to investigate a very old Imperial Facility on Mount Breckin... Original Construction Date is unknown, but we're guessing very, very old... Unfortunately, preliminary scans of the facility leave us with reason to believe there are no viable subjects for us to deploy any antivirus, or vaccine too for that matter, but we urge everyone in this formation entering the base to remember preservation of life is always our priority. So, every unit will be taking with them a single Anti-Virus injection, and also an Auto-Immune booster, just in case..."

She inhaled a bit, realizing she was sweating... In the cold...

"Please now report to your specific staging area for further instructions as to your next steps. Everyone from the Starfighter Corps raise your hand"

A beat, hands slowly raise until roughly fifteen were held up in total.

"I need all of you to go to Staging Six, immediately. You guys are flying in ten minutes... And counting.."

She cheekily added, the lot of them getting to their feet, casually gathering their things, and leaving the formation; eventually breaking into light jogs to get to where they needed to go.

"If you did not receive a vaccination, you will not be leaving; everyone who is NOT vaccinated, go ahead and return to your stations, whether that be monitoring the exclusion zone, or assisting elsewhere. Remember we live here for the next few days, lets set up nice..."

Aayla said, coming to the end of everything she needed to say to the majority of the gathering. the rest of it simply who her detachment was with. Her and Kadan would work personally with Arden Durane Arden Durane . Someone whose name teased at her memory, but she simply couldn't drop a finger on.

Stepping down from the platform, and loosing a breath of fresh air, she would turn to look around, noting no one seemed to care who was giving the orders, only that they got them.

Pressing a finger up to her ear, she would message her partner in 'crime' Kadan Scipora Kadan Scipora .

"And just where are you, we're almost up you know..."

She asked, reaching back and adjusting her hair briefly as she spoke.





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Objective III: Acquiring hibridium from local scum.
Tags: Liram Angellus Liram Angellus Lofdrrl Lofdrrl

Ophidia's attention pinged when the ships entered the system. Her eyes narrowed in annoyance, but her mouth parted in something between a smile and a sneer. Above and around, weapons engaged in the tug of war for control of Garos. Ophidia laid her cruel eyes on the administrator who had so rudely told her where she could and could not go.

"I take it you don't recognise me then."

The one who had so rudely commented on her presence was a lanky figure, human. His hair was combed back, accentuating the deep receding line on his forehead.

"Never seen you in my life." He turned sharply, about to accentuate his displeasure. "Now remove yourself bef-"

The human stopped. His hands went to his collar, pulling it open in a bid for air, but still he could not utter a word. His fingernails clawed at his throat as his head turned steadily more pink. The brutish figure before him melted away, leaving a column of black silk and ashen skin. Ophidia's eyes remained as cruel, but glowed like burning coals as she curled her hand into a fist.

"How about now?" All the human could utter in response was a pitiful whine as he was lifted up into the air. "I have yet to receive my final shipment, and now it would seem the Silver Jedi Concord are beseiging this very establishment"

She released him, and he crumpled to the floor like a sack of potatoes. "Did you try to double cross me? Or are you simply a fool?" The man gasped, desperately breathing in the life-giving air.

"Where is my hibridium?"

The Sith Lord placed a foot on the administrator and pressed.

"I did not-" He coughed "I promise."

"Where is it?" She hissed.
 
Objective II

Travot walked slowly down the old path, occasionally sparing a glance at Mount Breckin and the impressive, if crumbling base built into its side. Over the years, he had seen many old Imperial bases and marveled at how many still seemed intact in this day and age, often a testament to their original build quality as well the care given to them by their owners over the years. But the owners varied, and with that, their history varied as well. Some remained the strongholds of brutal empires, while others fell into the hands of more beneficient people - true democracies and even a handful of cooperatives and corporations. Eying the old base though, and Travot was certain that while he did not know who had last used the base openly, they were not good people. He could feel a dark aura around the place, and combined with the rumors that he was hearing, the man wondered if it was onto its way into becoming a nexus of the dark side of the Force.

He could hear the whine of ion engines in the distance, alerting him that at least some of the promised air support would be present for the mission, even as he walked into the hastily erected encampment near the base. Travot could spot members of the Lion Guard - Valkryi who were well-suited in the cold of the mission. Among them he spotted a man wearing similar armor to his own, Arden Durane Arden Durane .

Travot had run into the jedi master on a handful of occasions, mostly just in passing and he couldn't recall ever going into deep conversation with him before. Yet among those gathered for such a potentially unforgiving mission, Arden was the one Travot knew the best. The susevfian slowly plodded through the snow and into Arden's presence before opening his mouth, causing his breath to rise up into the air.

"A cold day like this, wonder if it'll slow down whatever's in there," said the knight, briefly gesturing at the base.
 
Be careful what you wish for.

IT'S ALWAYS DARKEST BEFORE THE DAWN...

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Location: Garos IV Obj II

"ELOAH" (Secondary - Long Handle)

"CONSERVATOR" (Primary - Long Handle)
Starship: Starlight Sentinel, (Jedi Interceptor in landing bay, Dilorian, and Bike both in cargo bay)
Companion: Astromech R01R - "Roller", Pilot droid Mu51c - "Music", "Aricsias" Wookiee Clan (pops in and out of posts)
Tag: Aayla Shan Aayla Shan

"All men have their limits. Learn what they are, and learn not to exceed them. I ignore mine." - Bob Kane​

He was overhead for quite a while getting a lay of the land. It was not good. The facility is dark and while there is a perimeter around it but other than that there were no life signs. That meant to him that whatever was going on inside ended a long time ago. He had no other information other than the general talk of "undead" attacking journalists. That is all he really needed to respond and while Caltin didn't want to do this, those that were down there were not experienced enough without help. There was something sinister and as always it seemed to draw him into the middle of it. As the ship circled, a clear view of what looked to be a military ship coming in for a crash landing was in full view ad the big guy opened the loading ramp.

Be ready for a quick extraction. I may need it.

Stepping off the ramp, he dropped quickly to the ground, about a dozen or so feet from those gathered. Pulling "Conservator" into his right hand, he walked by everyone, nodding only to Shan. Simply, calmly, he said.

I'll get their attention. You just make sure to take down those who come after me.

Were there protests? Arguments? Questions? Probably, but he didn't hear them, he was running at this old bunker.


... YET THE DAWN ALWAYS COMES.
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Objective II

After seeing the starships starting to circle overhead, Travot had moved from Arden Durane Arden Durane and the other members of the Lion Guard towards the bunker itself. Others soon joined him, trudging up the gentle slope towards the base of Mount Breckin, as they advanced, the knight could see Caltin Vanagor Caltin Vanagor take a jump out of one of the craft towards the ground. A daring action that briefly reminded Ravenna of several holos of jedi acting during the Clone Wars. It particular, it conjured up images of Obi-Wan Kenobi's entrance when confronting General Grievious on Utapau. Some might call the action daring, which it was, and even foolhardy. Yet for one confident in his abilities, it did lend his allies a certain advantage.

Travot took the opportunity of the distraction to sprint from tree to tree, taking cover behind their trunks just in the off chance that there were enemies among them with some sort of ranged weapons. He had heard stories of Blackwing-infected stormtroopers in the past utilizing their old weapons in a manner almost similar (but with much cruder movements) to when they had been alive. He peaked around a branch to see a number of shambling forms come forth out of the shadows of the mountain. None of the figures seemed to be particularly dangerous in and among themselves. He could see stained work clothes and tattered business apparel on most of them, but more to his disliking, he could see that a small number of them appeared to have at one point been part of the local constabulary service. They probably had weapons of some sort, he guessed.

The susevfian stretched out his hand on focused on one of the former police men, grabbing a hold of an arm. Travot winced before he squeezed his hand, causing the former policeman's arm to crumble and twist until the decayed flesh hung on the man but by a few sinuous tendons. He quickly mimicked the move on his target's other arm, hoping to impair the infected body's ability to use any sort of weapon that still may be nearby.
 
Be careful what you wish for.

IT'S ALWAYS DARKEST BEFORE THE DAWN...

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Location: Garros IV - Obj 2

"ELOAH" (Secondary - Long Handle)

"CONSERVATOR" (Primary - Long Handle)
Starship: Starlight Sentinel, (Jedi Interceptor in the landing bay, Dilorian, and Bike both in the cargo bay, the late Karki Eusith's Armor, Shield, Temple Guard Lightsaber mounted on the wall)
Companion: Astromech R01R - "Roller", Pilot droid Mu51c - "Music", "Aricsias" Wookiee Clan (pops in and out of posts)
Tag: Travot Ravenna Travot Ravenna

"Do not be afraid of losing people. Be afraid of losing yourself by trying to please everyone around you." - Anonymous​

The Jedi (Travot) not far away from him was taking advantage of his frontal assault. Good, at least someone did. He also figured out something that was beneficial to what the massive Jedi Master was doing. There was a group approaching him, they were almost a wave, you might say. He didn't want to kill indiscriminately if they were still alive he wanted to find them. However, nothing the big guy could find in the way of some kind of "soul", there was not even a heartbeat in any of them. A shame, really.

Now he didn't have to hold back.

These undead hordes had no other desires than to attack anyone unlike them. This would not stand as Caltin began to draw as much attention to him as possible. What is quickly becoming a "go-to" move on his part, Caltin drew upon the conductive energies in the air and brought powerful lightning down onto the ground. Each bolt hit with surgical precision, blasting these shells into nothingness.

They seemed to just keep coming, but that wouldn't stop Caltin.


... YET THE DAWN ALWAYS COMES.
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Shrouded in the Darkness

Planet: Garos IV
Location: Ariana, grand hotel
Objective 1: The Heart of a Cause
Tag: Kahlil Noble Kahlil Noble , Hayde Torve Hayde Torve and OPEN



Valery stepped into the grand hotel with Kahlil Noble Kahlil Noble by her side, who she had likely dragged along. Social events were not her forté, so it was odd for her to be here in the first place. But with some good company, it was a lot more bearable to her. There was another reason for her presence though - this wasn't just any social meeting.

Important political figures were present from all over the planet, all of which with opinions about the Silver Jedi Concord reforming the planetary government, so it can fit within its space once again. The negotiations required knowledge about the various groups, and Valery had done her homework. But with the threat of an assassination attempt looming over their heads, she was glad to have some extra manpower with her to help keep an eye out.

They had to deal with the politics, but also protect the delegates to the best of their abilities.


"I've read up on those present."
Valery began as her eyes shifted from the room to Kahlil.

"Over there, we have delegates from Zila, a resort town of this planet. You may have read about the rumor that there's a sleeper Sith agent in their ranks. I have seen no evidence but it's something to keep an eye on. If it's true, they may have their reasons for the death threats that were going around. The odd thing is that they have shown reasonable support of the Silver Jedi Concord and its returned presence here."

She then gestured to the next group, "There we have delegates from Garan, who have strong ties to the Mandalorian culture. It stems from the History of this planet, and those who have ruled this world. Not a group I personally know much about."

Valery then looked at the final group,
"The last group consists of delegates from Northlan but.. they are rather strange. They have not shown support or opposition, and have been dragging the process out quite a bit. Not sure why." she said.

"We need to figure out who is behind the death threats and make sure nothing happens here. If we can get the politics to swing in a better direction, that would be helpful too."
 

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Oh. Politics.

This wasn't the sort of thing he was expecting to be brought into. Kahlil walked beside Valery Noble Valery Noble , hands down by his side as he listened to her explanation on what was going on. On what they were here to do. Death threats? Inwardly he groaned. At least in the Sith it was obvious who was threatening who. And often, the threats were acted on immediately. No guess work, no trying to find the culprit.

No needing to deal with politicians.

"I'll follow your lead on this. The only real experience I have with politics is far more underhanded and.. Savage. I doubt threatening anyone would be of use, mm?" He cracked a grin, though it was short lived.

Where were they supposed to go first?

"Is this something you've done before? Dealing with politicians and the like?"
 
A frown creased Travot's face as he reached out through the Force towards the infected. Sense was not a particular forte of the man's ability in the Force, but he could not feel anything that truly felt living among the infected, at least not in the traditional sense. Around him, a number of the Lion Guard and a platoon of Expeditionary Infantry took up positions and added their own abilities into the mix. Riflemen and gunners sent forth streams of emerald blaster bolts and the occasional well placed grenade. Given the lack of the enemies most basic combat abilities, Travot felt that the infected currently out there wouldn't last long.

He strode forward among the blaster rifle, assuming a two handed vertical guard in a rough Soresu style as he walked through the carnage. One poor unfortunate body stumbled towards him, already pierced through and through by several blaster bolts. He could make out the logo of the Mila Free News on the once-man's jacket. Sadness welled up within him - that journalist probably had had a family back home, and maybe even kids of his own. It seemed a fate worse than death to Travot to be reduced to a mindless yet autonomous weapon. As it approached, Travot weaved his saber around in the tight arcs of Soresu, warding off the uncoordinated and jolty attempts to grab him by the infected. His saber cast its blue light on their decayed forms before almost effortlessly lopping off the outstretched hands and fingers. He contemplated the newly dead newsman with pity.

"Not sure if there's anything we can really do to preserve you for a proper funeral, at least. My apologies."

He stretched out a hand towards the infected journalist, and through the Force, began to pull down his target. The walking dead abruptly stumbled onto the ground before being forced deeper into the ground. Snow and fresh mud began to cover the corpse, and Travot was certain that he had also heard a characteric 'snap' of a bone breaking in the process. It stopped twitching, providing Travot with a small measure of satisfaction. A better burial than most of them...He turned his eyes around him. The others were pressing forward to join both Travot and Caltin Vanagor Caltin Vanagor , even as the infected began to fall down before them quicker and quicker.

Yet his eyes picked out something strange. Two bodies standing side by side at the entrance to part of the base. He could have mistaken them for disciplined armed sentries at first. Both wore some form of black body armor and appeared to be holding blaster rifles in a port up position. But through the Force, Travot could tell that they were not alive - they felt just like the infected that they had just finished weeding through. He cast his voice to the Jedi master and pointed at the sentries.

"Do you see those two over there? Something's different about them..."
 

Sergeant Omen

Arc Trooper Sergeant of the 41st Elite Corps

Planet: Garos IV
Location: Ariana, Grand Hotel
Objective 1: The Heart of a Cause
Tag: Kahlil Noble Kahlil Noble , Hayde Torve Hayde Torve , Valery Noble Valery Noble

Omen trailed behind the duo of Jedi in full beskar, deep in his own thoughts as he listened to the Jedi exchange information on the planet's various groups. To be honest, he thought he had misheard what Mig said when he was sent as the Alor's envoy and the party's official Mandolarian presence along with the Jedi but apparently his strong opinions did get him noticed in a positive way after all. What did Mig say? "Its good that you support something so loudly. You just need to learn how to support the right thing" He was silent during the journey as he read the planet's history on his datapad as well as the history of his fellow presenters. One was an oldie but a goodie like him and the other... well his path was a lot more twisted. All he could do is try to aid the Jedi from the background in their quest to make the galaxy better. Or that's what he was thinking Once he walked into the conference room, the breath left his mouth very quickly. He was in the room where it happens. Now if could only get out of it alive and not be blown up by some assassin, that would be just peachy.

When Knight Zambrano asked the Master if she had done this before, the Clone pulled off his helmet to show his Fett face and gave both a wry smile before talking as soft as a hum of a top of the line sublight engine so only the Jedi could hear him. Wouldn't want any of the bad talk to enter any of the other parties' ears. "It can't be that hard. When has talking not erupted into a barfight? In all honesty, all we need to do is see what is really in these people's hearts and see what their concerns are. As for my guesses on who is sitting on the other end of the table, I do think the rumors are true or at least true enough that I wouldn't trust Zila in a trust fall exercise. Do you think a sleep agent is impossible, especially after what happened with "Senator Fossk". They might just be spun up by the other cities but I don't think they would take the time to spin up something this elaborate. Plus all this Blackwing virus nonsense. Of course, maybe I'm wrong but I think Zila is supporting us on the surface just to cover their rears while making those death threats in order to get more power."

He considered his next words carefully for a moment before continuing. The ARC needed to make his point clear. "As for Garan, I actually trust them because they are skeptical of us and same with Northlan though the latter might be silent in the attempt to hide its criminal wrongdoings with this outlaw base or it could just want to simply be neutral. Either way, the last few battles we have had with the Maw haven't been successful and the Jedi couldn't even prevent the former capital of this whole galaxy from getting sacked and burned so who is to stop that from happening here? The title of Jedi can't help everywhere, unfortunately." The more... "militant" actions, if they could be called as such of the Ashlan Crusade, hadn't exactly improved the Jedi name either. Burning people at the stake would do that. The Sarge swore that the AC was trying to set back the reputation of the Jedi back to that of the Pius Dea Crusades where some Jedi support the Old, Old, very old republic's quest to wipe out alien species like the Bothans and the Hutts. But that was another rant for another time

A new change in government to these people was fixing something that didn't need to be fixed. All they could do was that the benefits of the SJC outweighed the risks. "All we need to do is show how the SJC can benefit rather than being a nuisance to the citizens of this planet. Plus maybe even throw in how they can either support us as we hold out an open plan to them or be crushed under the Iron Fist of our allies not too far away. Of course, these are only my gut feelings and best guesses but I wanted to be honest with you about what I felt in the hopes that you two would the same. I'll of course let you Jedi run the show. It is your order after all." With that the clone melted back into the background, looking at the other dignitaries and wondering who might be an Acklay in Nuna's feathers.

 
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Be careful what you wish for.

IT'S ALWAYS DARKEST BEFORE THE DAWN...

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Location: Optional

"ELOAH" (Secondary - Long Handle)

"CONSERVATOR" (Primary - Long Handle)
Starship: Starlight Sentinel, (Jedi Interceptor in the landing bay, Dilorian, and Bike both in the cargo bay, the late Karki Eusith's Armor, Shield, Temple Guard Lightsaber mounted on the wall)
Companion: Astromech R01R - "Roller", Pilot droid Mu51c - "Music", "Aricsias" Wookiee Clan (pops in and out of posts)
Tag: Travot Ravenna Travot Ravenna

“When you have exhausted all possibilities remember this, you haven’t.” - Thomas Edison​

The hordes of undead seemed to just keep coming and Caltin would do his best to just keep clearing. As efficient as he was, using all of his lightsaber form training available to him. If things kept up the way that they were though, it was going to only be a matter of time before the numbers would just be too much. That always made the big guy fight harder though and that meant trouble for whoever was on the other side of his lightsaber, he was a stubborn ass when it came to fighting.

Things were slowly beginning to work though, ranged weapons fire was picking off those focused on the massive Jedi Master as he drew as much aggro as he could. Still, though, he wanted for and search the area for some, any sign of sentient life or thought. It was no luck and left him with no choice, so it was either them, or him, and if it was him, then it could be others and he will not let it fall to others.

A large group came out and seemed more interested in the lone snipers than him. This meant that Caltin would leap into and onto the middle of it. As he continued to cut them down, letting the Force fight off any ill effects of those who did score hits on him, the big guy stopped as he did finally catch a voice from one of them.

~” I am still alive.”~

... YET THE DAWN ALWAYS COMES.
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Objective III
Location:
Sandpanther-series Heavy Cruiser Blood Dagger, near Sylno
Allies: Darth Ophidia Darth Ophidia (nominally)
Enemies: Liram Angellus Liram Angellus A ARS VAMI

The Blood Dagger's massive, frontal guns added their own firepower to the base's ion cannon attack on the Divinity. The large, six-barreled HX.6's began firing staggered salvoes of turbolaser bolts at the previously weakened area even as the C-136's fired into the formation of Silver Jedi Concord starfighters. Unusually for a weapon of its size, the C-136's ion bolts exploded into massive balls of ion energy hundreds of meters wide, making them exceedingly dangerous to starfighters. The dozens of smaller weapons on the Blood Dagger haphazardly fired onto the individual Silver Jedi Concord starfighters, sending out a mixture of red laser cannon bolts, slugs, and warheads into the mix, even as a number of Starhammer-series Attack Corvettes from the base began to form up around the Blood Dagger. Lofdrrl bared his teeth in a smile and let out a roaring growl.

"Yes master, it looks like we may get these Jedi dogs on the run if our luck continues to hold out."

"Ah...we have new contacts appearing. And lots of them."

"More Silver Jedi starships?" pre-emptively asked the protocol droid.

"Negative, Ashwing Superiority Drones and some other Mon Calamari and CorelliSpace designs....they're targeting us."

Lofdrrl lunged forward and knocked the protocol droid out of the way, causing the hapless 3PO unit to smack into a console before a nikto crewman helpfully pushed the droid up. The wookiee studied the holos intensely. An interdictor. That is not good. He began to bellow out orders.

"Signal all cloakable ships to cloak and approach the Dalirake frigate. We will attack it at point blank range. All other small craft disperse to break up the concentration of enemy forces..."

Lofdrrl let out a few quick short growls, which his droid helpfully translated.

"Well, it does appear that the first three transports have jumped into hyperspace. I am sure that Ratel and Gqed are quite pleased-"

As if on cue, an errant starfighter in orbit smashed into a previously unseen object. Reality seemed to phase in and out of existence before an Agrilat-class Modular Conveyor suddenly appeared, seemingly out of nowhere. The damaged wreck of a starfighter jetted away, taking with it part of a cargo container previously attached to the once-cloaked freighter. With no transponder running, it would be fairly clear to all present that the transport was part of the group evacuating the base. It promptly dumped its other cargo containers, hoping to enhance its speed and make a clean getaway. Lofdrrl roared and with that the Blood Dagger and its attack corvettes ceased firing and simultaneously disappeared from view.
 
She instinctively felt them before they actually appeared in the room. Two presences, far more powerful than hers - not that it was saying much. Her own affinity to the Force was very weak, and always would be. She might have a bit more precognition than the average person, maybe even move or a hit another person a little bit harder, but she would never be able to use the Force to telekinetically move objects or throw lightning at others. But in a galaxy where even the faintest ability to use the Force was rare, her own low sensitivity could prove surprisingly useful.

A warm smile creased her face as Valery Noble Valery Noble , Kahlil Noble Kahlil Noble , and Sergeant Omen Sergeant Omen entered the room. She briefly laid eyes on them, a subtle little acknowledgement of their presence and her relative friendliness. She wasn't entirely sure if they knew about her cover, but at the very least, she would be a recognizably friendly face in the crowd.

Set took a gulp from his glass and gestured at Sergeant Omen, "Looks like at least some of you have sense to keep the old traditions alive. he looks tough enough."

"Come now Set," smiled Ingido, "you talk about traditions, but there are two Jedi with them. Surely, they must have a tradition just as long as the mandalorians."

Set snorted, "It's not the right tradition though. What about you, Miss Mors, have any traditions that you follow?"

That would be a difficult one to answer. She got the feeling that he was testing her, looking for her to try and lie. She couldn't trust herself to reveal something that actually was from her real life - that wouldn't match her cover identity. Yet her knowledge of local Balamak traditions was such that she couldn't elaborate more than the details. A non-answer answer will have to do. She pretended to contemplate her glass of wine.

"Balamak has several harvest festivals and traditions...."

A truth, easily verified by a quick HoloNet search.

"...but I grew up in the city, so they never met much to me..."

Another truth about Hayde's real life, though the implied connection between the two was not entirely honest as it might automatically be assumed.

"...but traditions exist and persist for a reason, don't they? If they had no use, they'd simply disappear," said the woman quietly.

Ingido took a gulp of his own drink, "Traditions connect us with the past, give us more meaning in the present."

Set moved his eyes back and forth between the two of you, eyes starting to get bloodshot and bleery, "I have no interest in being philosophized to death at a bar."

The mandalorian turned to face Sergeant Omen Sergeant Omen .

"Hey, you there, trooper. What do you and your friends join us. You might be a little bit of life to the party. I'm sure you guys must have more interesting tales to tell than Miss Mors and Ched here..."
 

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