Invasion [SJO vs TSE] Operation Silversaber: Silver Jedi Invasion of the Mirial Hex

[Jairdain]

Location: Stealth Frigate and Mirial on the ground somewhere
Allies: SJO
Enemies: TSE, their allies and [member="Kaalia Voldaren"]

On frigate waiting to land, Yuroic approached her. He took a seat next to her and sat holding her hand. Her nerves were from something more than the possibility of meeting the sith in battle, but who she might meet. Unlike when they met three years ago, Yuroic had learned from her how to recognize his emotions and deal with them, how to accept them for what they were. He had been one that kept everything locked away and buried, not dealing with them. Through her guidance then, he had come to discover how to deal with them, the connection they had formed then and the slow growing love they had for each other. That line of love had been what she clung to as she fought the corruption Krest had done to her.

She gave him a bit of a weak smile. When he spoke and tried to give her the voice of confidence, that weak smile strengthened a little. The hand he wasn't holding, reached up to lightly touch his cheek and her rested her forehead against his.

"If I didn't think I could, I wouldn't be here, Yuroic. I love you too. Don't die, we have a future together."

Then the word came to deploy and she wrapped her arms around him one last time before dashing aboard the ship she was going down with to the planet's surface.

This time, Jairdain was going to be in the battle with the Sith. Not up in the air and providing battle meditation. Last time that happened, it had started the whole string of events that had just culminated and lead to her being here. As they entered the atmosphere, Jairdain took a centering breath and calmed her own nerves about this mission.

Through the confusion of everything, she was a calm beacon and maintained this all the way to the ground. Once they were down, her eyes grew wide for a moment. The one man within the sith she had a soul bond with was here. That day on Vjun, they had scarred each other and each had left a piece of themselves within the soul of the other. Darth Lykos was on Mirial. He would know Jairdain was also there. However, they had come to an agreement before she was ever captured that they would only fight if they met in battle. Reaching into the Force to feel for the future, she knew they would not meet this day. Letting out a slight sigh of relief, she wondered who she would meet.

When the shuttle doors opened, Jairdain stood up and stepped foot on the first sith world that she had been on outside of Bastion. Moving away from that shuttle, she felt the corruption around them and wanted desperately to heal what was wrong. Being blind, the woman could not see where she was located, but followed the sound of others around her and moved with them.

 

[Zak Dymo]

Location: Mirial System - Stealth Frigate
Objective: Establish mobile medical team
Allies: SJO, RA
Opposition: Sith

The bear gave a nod in acknowledgement.

The soldiers seemed to have stopped scurrying about. The Beorni's soft, round ears perked up slightly as he listened for the sounds of drop ships deploying.

The ground campaign was commencing, it seemed.

Tipping back the tea cup, Kiriko finished the tea and then set to packing away the tea set that he'd brought. It was very plain, utilitarian piece. Designed for this sort of thing, because Kiriko found himself in similar situations entirely too often.

Standing, the bear loomed over the room as his head neared the ceiling. "It seems it has begun," Kiriko noted aloud, gesturing toward his fellow healer that it was time for them to depart.

There was much work to be done once they'd arrived at the surface.

[member="Cathbodua"]​

 

[Adriago Duilius]

Location: System K381JF
Objective: Patrol Fringe Territories
Post: I


Patrol Task Group Seven glided aimlessly through the open space around system K381JF, finishing its final scans of the system. They had been at system kay-three for around eighteen hours, it had been the fifth on their current patrol. It had to be one of the most mind numbingly dull jobs in the Sith Armada. When the Armada went under reformation, and he had been given a new assignment after a few months in command limbo, he had thought it would be like the defense fleet he had nearly a year ago. Adriago would be very disappointed. He had been given one of the three dozen patrol fleets now relaying on the outer fringes of the Sith Empire, waiting for an attack or any sort of abnormality around their territories. Duilius had been a little lucky, he was given a patrol fleet on the edge of Sith and Silver space, in acknowledgement of his actions in the war against the Dominion, but it still felt like kick in the family jewels.

Duilius sat on the bridge of the, Kilrain, a modular task force destroyer that had been assigned to him as his flagship. It was certainly not a star destroyer, but it served its purpose well and it had room for at least two squadrons of attack craft. This was a welcome addition to ten squadrons the two carriers assigned to the task group carried. The bridge wasn't very crowded, as the commanding officer of the entire group, he was given direct command of the vessel, meaning no CO to complicate commands during the order of battle. It was quite except for the occasional reports, humming machines, and the occasional beeps and bings made by the consoles. Saving Adriago from one more second of boredom, a lieutenant stood up from his station and turned towards the commodore, "Commodore Duilius, we've finished our scans, the fleet is preparing to jump to Mirial on your orders." Duilius nodded, "Inform the con, make the jump." The lieutenant saluted, reporting back to his console. Duilius was relieved, finally he would get a break.

Fleet
Shields/Hull - Ship - Class - Attack Craft Complement
100/100 - SAV Kilrain - Modular Task Force Destroyer - 2x Interceptor Squadrons
100/100 - SAV Archangel - Cruiser Carrier - 5x Fighter Squadrons
100/100 - SAV Valkyrie - Cruiser Carrier - 5x Fighter Squadrons
100/100 - SAV Harbinger - Missile Frigate
100/100 - SAV Gregorian - Missile Frigate
100/100 - SAV Mercer - Fast Frigate - 1x Bomber Squadron
100/100 - SAV Jacen - Fast Frigate - 1x Bomber Squadron
100/100 - SAV Traq - Fast Frigate - 1x Bomber Squadron
100/100 - SAV Neuro - Fast Frigate - 1x Bomber Squadron
100/100 - SAV C78 - Corvette
100/100 - SAV C79 - Corvette
100/100 - SAV C80 - Corvette
100/100 - SAV C102 - Corvette
100/100 - SAV C103 - Corvette
Length 6345m

 

[Taeli Raaf]

Location: Mirial
Objective: Cleanse the zom... deal with the new arrivals
Allies: The Sith [member="Calina Ovmar"] [member="Enyo Typhos"]
Enemies: The Jedi [member="Lina Renning"] [member="Madeline Roux"]

Equipment: Mask Lightsaber

"Tunnel is coming down, should keep the undead outside from coming in this way at least, my Lady," the captain of her squad was saying, the charges having been set. There had been plenty of undead in the tunnel, shambling towards the surface. Now, they would never reach the citizens of the capital, doomed to be buried under piles of rock and debris. The click of a detonator, and the charges exploded, shredding zombies into nothing and making the rest just a bloody ooze among the rocks.

Emerging from the house that concealed the tunnel, she was in time watch something, unknown to her it being [member="Jorg"], smash into a skyscraper. Her first thoughts were that was odd, the second thought that swiftly followed was the sense of conflict emerging in the Force. Above, the stars were being blotted out by fast moving ships and... dropships. Nearby, a presence suddenly blossomed with the power of the Light side, sticking out like a sore thumb in this dark world.

More were coming, not even bothering to hide as they descended on Mirial. Curfew might be in effect, but curious Mirialians would be coming out of their houses to see what causing all the noise. Sith troopers were urging everyone to get back inside, for their own safety, in light of this attack. Behind her mask, she had to wonder... what in the Force would possess the Silvers, for she had no word of the GA planning such an assault, to launch an attack on the staging area for the Sith campaign in the Caldera? Hell, what would possess them to attack the Sith at all?

"It would seem war has come," she said quietly. Louder, she called out to the Mirialians here, "Get back inside, the Sith will protect you from this unprovoked attack on your world."

Red lightsaber igniting, she turned in the direction where two Light presences were and started making her towards them, her men following along behind her while others started to successfully move the citizens back inside. Blasted Jedi, interrupting their attempts to quell the zombie menace. Yellow eyes blazed behind the mask, her anger blazing.

 

[Jartris Entumaa]

Location: Mirial - Capital
Allies: TSE | [member="Aurelius Morday"]
Enemies: SJO | [member="Liuna Ondizi"] et al.

Jartris threw a skeptical glance at Aurelius in reaction to the other's lively exhortations, but showed no intent of moving. Instead he took a comlink from his belt and activated its inbuilt location device.

"Adama, a ship seems to be landing north of my position. Come over here and see if you can't find out what it is." Hopefully who ever that was wouldn't be too quick to open fire on a civilian transport.

"Aye, Sir."

While Aurelius disappeared into a building, Jartris turned back to where he had come from to retrieve his airspeeder. When he returned to the same spot minutes later, he found an entirely absurd scene: music was sounding from a building with no more than a curtain for a door, mixing bizarrely with the sounds of crackling fire and the occasional screams from afar. Amused, Jartris stuck his head through the curtained doorway, only to be addressed in the same manner as before.

"I don't particularly fancy a nightly hike beyond the city", he remarked dryly. "I imagine neither do you. And what in Palpatine's name is this place? Have you set up a paediatric practice here?"

In that moment, the comlink Jartris was still holding in his hand sprang to life again. "Sir, I see nothing on the sensors and it's too dark for a visual."

Someone was being deliberately clandestine about their arrival near the capital, and that was not a good sign. A chill rose within Jartris, a cold rage that crept into every fibre of his soul and body and eventually filled them out completely. He could still remember the time when a war was being fought in those very streets. The last thing in the universe that Mirial needed was for this ship that had just landed to bring another fight here.

"Then at least shoot some of those Woyunokut off the streets while you're here." It wasn't an entirely easy task to accomplish in atmospheric conditions with a transport that had no guns on the bottom side of the hull, but he trusted his experienced pilot to find a way. "Aye, Sir", came the reply after a brief moment's hesitation.

Jartris pressed a button to switch his comlink to the other relevant frequency. "Ulduzi?" "Sir?" "First, call the company. They need to wake everyone up and tell them to leave this city tonight if they have the means. Those who do not shall take their families to the office." That may have been a radical step, but the risk of giving his employees a sleepless night and ruining their next day was well worth the benefit of keeping them safe in the case of an emergency. For a company in an intellectual business, much of its worth lay in its employees, and so Jartris was concerned for them above all other inhabitants of this planet. "Second, see to it that the military command learns that someone just landed what may be a stealth ship in the north of the city." That was how one did these things: not personally. "Right away, Sir."

"Make of it what you will", Jartris said curtly to the other Sith before returning to the street. The noise level was rising as the acoustic ambience was augmented by the engines of his own ship a block over, and pierced by the sound of laser cannons being fired. Looking up, Jartris caught a glimpse of the Limiting Factor, bow inclined towards the ground, revealed by its spotlights and the green rays that its three top-side-mounted turrets were sending down into a street nearby. Satisfied that his pilot knew what she was doing, the Sith looked around.

Another building was now on fire, and screams seemed to be coming from its roof. Jartris strode out in its direction, much more swiftly than before, but refused to break into a run. A gentleman walks, but never runs. Born into a society without nobility, Jartris was not, in the narrow sense of the word, a gentleman, but he had read enough books from Serenno to have absorbed the idea.

"There are people on the roof of a burning building next to me. Pick them up, but do make sure they don't touch anything. We have internal defence blasters, do we not?"

"We do. Understood."

As soon as he had given this order, Jartris noticed a man running at him from a side street. He was being followed by Woyunokut, but the creatures became hesitant and slowed their steps when they saw the Sith. Jartris could feel hope blossom in the poor Mirialan as he believed himself to be saved, seeing the distance between himself and his pursuers grow, and not knowing that the wounds in his arm meant he was already beyond saving. Jartris drew his lightsaber, and just as the man reached him activated it and with a casual swiping motion cut him in half. It was so quick that the Mirialan's facial expression had no time to change. His weapon sill active, Jartris strode forward and cut the paralysed undead to pieces with wide, sweeping motions. It was satisfying to see them fall in pieces, this odious presence on his planet, this flaw in nature. Their demise made things a little more how they were supposed to be, though at the back of his mind Jartris knew very well that a systematic, fundamental solution would be needed - but that was not the right thought to accompany the use of his lightsaber.

"Sir -" A pillar of brownish gas emerged behind the buildings from one street over. "Something is interfering with the sensors, but some fleet just dropped into the atmosphere above us. They don't look friendly."

Jartris looked up at the Limiting Factor as it was hovering above, and peered past it, where he could see dots of light in the night sky. The cold of the Mirialan night was uniquely congruent with Jartris' internal experience at this point. But the chill was not a paralysing one - it was one of clarity and freshness, and also of the awareness that the elements were not friendly and action was needed. On an abstract level, the action Jartris would have liked to take most was to blast whoever was up there out of the sky before they could do any more damage to Mirial, but he was not in a position to do so.

"Do not open fire. If you are hailed, make it understood that you are a civilian and carrying people. And don't get hit."

Jartris deactivated his lightsaber and listened when [member="Kor Vexen"]'s announcement blared through the city. He briefly wondered if the Sith he had met was still busy nursing that girl, and how to make the best use of his time. In the back of his mind was a note that people would need to be picked up from the office, but they would not yet be ready. So what now?

 

[Sky'ito Yumi]

Location: Mirial System - Drop Ship
Objective: Awaiting Deployment
Allies: SJO, RA, [member="Liuna Ondizi"]
Opposition: Sith, maybe fight someone, maybe [member="Jartris Entumaa"]
Equipment (see signature)

It seemed like the trip took forever, maybe it was the use of flying a fighter most of the time, but soon the wait had come to an end as the stealth frigates maneuverer into position, soldiers and Jedi scrambling to their crafts and drop ships. Breathing in Sukai rose from her resting place, briskly walking to the LAAT awaiting its assigned members, rumbles and growls of engines echoing in the distance as fighters launched from the hanger bays.

Some of the soldiers on the ship gave her odd looks, maybe due to her age, or choice of attire, it did not matter though, it was what Sukai wore and it had worked well enough in the past, as for her age, that was of no concern, she could take care of herself just fine. She LAAT rocketed and shook as it took off, passing out into the atmosphere and fighters raced past, the young Jins heart started to race with anticipation and muscles tensed for the upcoming battle, 'I wonder if this was what Haha felt during their first major fight?'

The ships approached the city almost unimpeded for now, at least. It would only be a matter of time until she was deployed, each second counting down, getting progressively longer until the blast doors open, would it be a stealthily insert, or would they be greeted with a hail of enemy fire.

 

[Zef Halo]

Location: Capital Building, Mirial
Objective: Keep Mirial in line
Allies: TSE, [member="Darth Saarai"] at this moment.
Enemies: Silvers & Friends, [member="Marek S'hadar"] eventually, potentially.

Vitor pressed forward through a long corridor in the Capital Building, his wrist datapad buzzed and alerted him of an accident involving a vehicle crashing into skyscraper. This on top of undead? This planet was going mad.

The Sith Lord's mission on the planet was to reverse that. To fix Mirial. There had been talks of dissent on the planet. Avendahl expected Inquisition elements would already be here doing their job in the shadows while the Court did theirs in public.

What he did not expect was the random civilian approaching him.

"Follow me." And the civilian turned around to be followed.

He knew immediately where he was being led to.

Tai Fa.

Through the Force, he could barely feel him. His former master was as enigmatic in the physical dimension as he was in the Force. Vitor certainly did not expect that Lord Fa was here too. Perhaps there were bigger things at stake with all the talks of dissent looming.

Speaking of looming. He couldn't help but feel a nasty presence, an alert ring in the back of his head silently.

The doors slid open and the civilian disappeared into thin air. The room before him revealed to be nothing else but...a closet room?

Under the dim light of the closet Lord Fa's figure materialized.

"Lord F-" He began but quickly fixed his error. "Lord Saarai." His head went down in a prolonged nod.

"The officials have almost gathered." Vitor went straight to the point for their purpose here.

 

[Marek S'hadar]

Location: Groundside
Objective: Liberate the Holy Land Miral
Allies: SJO
Enemies: TSE | [member="Vitor Avendahl"] eventually
Gear: Lightsaber x2, Armor

The trip down had been a quiet one after the usual pleasantries and shows of bravado he'd grown accustomed to from being around such men all his life. A part of him had always longed to be a part of that brotherhood, but he always had been and always would be on the outside of that dynamic, such was the cost of wielding the force and a lightsaber he supposed. Each of them practiced their own unique pre-battle ritual, for Marek it was levitating his primary saber and simply floating it in the air, it kept him focused on something aside from the possibility of being blown clean out of the sky.

He pondered just how the battle would go, Ossus had seemed to be going decently, but in the end they'd lost the day. Marek had allowed himself to be overconfident on that day, and he could not afford to do so again. As much as he trusted each and every soldier inside the belly of the LAAT with him, there was always a chance that they could fail, just as it was nearly a certainty not all of them would survive the day.

As much as he was hesitant to admit it, Marek felt odd with no other Jedi present, he'd grown used to someone else with a saber that didn't burn crimson or have a force signature that exuded rage close by, but this time he was on his own. That said he wasn't worried, the Master Jedi could watch his own back, he wouldn't have lived this long if he couldn't.

When the LAAT touched down and the doors opened the saber fell into an open hand as he caught it and jumped from the dropship along with the other soldiers. It was time to go to war.

 

[Jairus Starvald]

Location: Mirial | The Capital.
Objective: Scribble.
Allies: The Sith Empire & Mirial. - Right now, [member="Tabigarashu Madara"] | [member="Vitor Avendahl"]
Misguided Ones: The Silver Jedi & Allies. Later perhaps, [member="Liuna Ondizi"]

Often, very often, those in power clung to their offices and other objects of honor.

They wore the medals, the pins, they held their head up high and always demanded the biggest office with a side-view across the capital, but Lord Saarai had never been much interested in public show of strength. What was it one of the Thirriken philosophers of old had once said? Show strength when you are at your weakest, but weakness when you are at the apex of your strength. It was a valuable lesson and one that Tai had employed from the very beginning of his journey to power.

He send off some more missives- orders and signed papers that cut straight through the red tape and gave the people of Mirial and their own forces what they needed... when they need it. The decryption was almost done and soon they'd get to the bottom of this conspiracy.

Just as the count hit a 100% the door slid open and revealed an old friend. Tai studied the nodding form of Vitor, before offering an inclination of his beak himself. Token amount of respect to convey that the apprentice had grown to great heights in the time after his Lording. There was more work to be done with the human, but his ambition was expanding, his strength growing and he kept to the lessons Tai had taught him. Diligence, moderation, loyalty in purpose.

Good.

"Are they now? For what purp-" His eye had caught some of the data flowing through the decrypted missive send by [member="Darth Lykos"] and it widened a fraction at the truth revealed. "It is worse than I thought."

A brief flutter of the wing beckoned Vitor over to the screen, so he could read for himself. In the meantime that same wing relayed a message to some Saaraishash agents, they were to make contact with Tiba and the other Nezumi. If that wasn't possible, they were to send reinforcements. The entire situation had changed and it was too dangerous for them to get involved right now. As Vitor did the light reading of the cult separatist conspiracy with the Silver Jedi the door slid open once more, this time it was the masked expression of an Inquisitor.

"Yes?"

The Inquisitor bowed deep, enough that his mask almost slid off before the agent corrected it in one smooth move. Tai opted not to laugh. They all had been new at one point or the other.

"The Mirialan Council is waiting for you, Lord Inquisitor, they have deep concerns with what's happening out in the capital." The Thirriken simply nodded, but did not mention that he wasn't aware of what was happening right now. Just what was about to happen- he wasn't aware of drop pods crashing into skyscrapers and causing civilian deaths, not of the sudden appearance of foreign agents, of frigates unleashing their loads, he had been too busy.

"Done, Avendahl? Bring me up to speed with what's happening right now, while we walk. I think I have missed a thing or two while scribbling these papers."

 

[Zef Halo]

Location: Capital Building, Mirial
Objective: Keep Mirial in line
Allies: TSE, [member="Darth Saarai"] at this moment.
Enemies: Silvers & Friends, [member="Marek S'hadar"] eventually, potentially.

And they were off to the Mirialan Council with Saarai's expectations of detailed report from Vitor.

The Lord Adjudicator saw no point in giving details of the situation which Saarai most likely knew.

He cut to the chase.

"The cultist piece of information you were reading on that screen." He implied the encrypted message in the closet room they left behind. "It ties up all too well with the numerous reports of appearances of unknown entities seemingly from nowhere. A vehicle crashed hard into a skyscraper. Could be a coincidence, of course."

They turned a right on the corridor and neared the large doors to where the Mirialan Council held their meetings. Vitor had to be short and to the point.

"Traffic control reports intensive network and sensor issues upon their systems making their work almost impossible. The cultists, these type of attacks, and this...feeling in the Force..."

"...looks awfully familiar to the Primeval."

The masked Inquisitor, whose mask earlier was about to fall off, slammed a button on the panel to slid the doors to the council open.

"Lord Inquisitor, Lord Adjudicator. The Council." The Inquisitor agent whispered as he disappeared and left the two inside the Council Hall.

 

[Cathbodua]

Location: Mirial System - Stealth Frigate
Objective: Establish mobile medical team
Allies: SJO, RA [member="Kiriko"]
Opposition: Sith

She had to agree when they had the chance to start moving, all of the set up and all of the prep work well it was going to be something to see hopefully before she looked at the large bear of a jedi... and she was considered tall by Hapen standards..... but he was massive before looking at some fo the things. "Well someone has been eating his wheaties." She said it as a jest... she could make those granted it wasn't actually sounding like one or funny but she was a teacher and a doctor... if she wanted to be funny then she would find a reason to be funny. As it stood with her looking at some of the other things here on the world. She gave a few testing steps before leading the way with her arms crossed over her chest.

"It has which can only mean the real task is about to begin." She was looking out with the force and feeling it while setting up more where they would be looking to go with her mind. She wanted to get into an even area with no destruction so that the ground would be clear. With the fields to handle airborne dangers, the siding for something to protect them. All they needed was room for the portable generator before she motioned. "We should look for a good place to set up away from the fighting but within the area so it can quickly access and get all of the medics from th ranger's taken care of." Her feet moved with the boots crunching some debris underfoot before tossing one fo the hardlight blinds down to set up a small area for now.

 

[Ellie Mors]

Swamp Song

Mirial

Allies: The Sith Empire
Enemies: The Silver Jedi Order, [member="Arisa Yune"] and whomever tags along with her to fight
Objective: Maintain Order
Location: Capital of Mirial
Equipment: Armor of Aneshe, Lightsaber

The slow, deliberate, pace at which the Sith lord stalked through the streets came to a halt as a bright burst of light shone through the dimly lit sky before colliding with a high rise. The silence that followed was as loud as the first blaster bolt that struck the center of her chest plate, the brilliant sheen of green energy dissipating as its kinetic force carried through to the phrik armor and caused her to stagger back. Eyes narrowed in response, her expression otherwise unfazed by this brazen attempt on her life, and the lightsaber that had been placed in display at her hip flew to her open palm without so much as a gesture. Wordlessly the saber ignited, a pillar of red illuminating her pale face and shining light on the black depths of her eyes, as she stepped forwards again - instinctively batting away another blaster bolt that had been directed at the center of her face.

Green-skinned Mirialans of various ages and both genders had assembled on the other end of the street, perched at window ledges and behind archways, each carrying weapons that now separated themselves from their civilian friends and family - each of them foolishly throwing away their chance at survival by aligning themselves with this frivolous cause. Perhaps they thought themselves safe in numbers, or perhaps the meteoric collision prior meant there was a foreign power arriving to aid them in their attempt at rebellion, but whatever the case they did not move their positions and instead decided to open fire with a veritable hailstorm of blaster fire. In her prior guise this would have spelled the end for the Sith - the face she wore as Irina was clumsy with weapons, hardly one to even want to carry a saber, and relied on her mental prowess to destroy her enemies by complete domination of the mind. This was no mere vessel - Ananta was as true a face as it had been the day she was born.

She approached slowly, the red of her saber a blur through the air as she half-stepped from side to side at times to avoid the rare bolt that might not have been struck down by the ferocious display of bladework. There was a certain degree of control over her saber that only intimate knowledge of the fifth form of saber combat could afford - and the steady increase in her pace as she strode towards her assailants showed she had far more confidence in her ability to reach these extremists than she had in their ability to keep her at bay, much less kill her. As the blaster fired died down momentarily, her own pace retaining its slow increase nearly at a fast walk now, it appeared that they had realized the futility of their attempt to mow her down when several thermal detonators were thrown in her direction - a mistake they would regret in the afterlife, if there was any.

The saber in her hand deactivated with the waving gesture of her fist as she came to an abrupt stop, a telekinetic push knocking the detonators back to their owners. The brilliant display of several explosions so close in proximity and in such rapid succession illuminated not only the street that this little skirmish had taken place in, but much of the surrounding buildings and neighboring streets as well. Dust and smoke cleared to reveal that none of the survivors, if any indeed had, were foolish enough to await their execution. It mattered little to her, however, as something else distracted her.

A burst of the light side of the force in the distance had drawn her attention to a threat far more important than mere death cult-worshiping rebel fighters.

"Jedi."

 

[Stephanie Swail]

Location: Within the Capital City walls
Objective: Help liberate Mirial....and don't die
Allies: [member="Liuna Ondizi"] | [member=Cardinam] | [member="Eri'anya Forr"] | [member="Kaiza Pawaro"] | [member="Cassius Droma"] | SJO
Enemies: The Sith Empire
Gear: {In Sig) Shield | {In Sig) Dagger | Lightsaber | A180 Blaster

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NcPifzaV2do

”Twenty seconds!”

The amber light had turned to green. The frigate had reached the drop-zone within the walls of the target capital city. Rangers stood and pulled down the rappel cords, fixing them to the rear of their belts. A couple of the Jedi did the same. Stephanie gasped, fumbled for hers and followed suit.

The engine throbbed below them in the ship for a few seconds, and then a klaxon sounded and both side doors of the ship slid open to let in the gush of warm air from Mirial - the smell of smoke and engine oil was strong. Her chest heaved with slow, deep breaths as the adrenalin spiked.

”For Mirial!”

One by one the Rangers jumped, and without thinking so did Stephanie.

The Shield of Light on her back, the Defender of Light in her boot, A180 on her hip and lightsaber by her side, the Hapan Padawan forward rappelled out of the craft with a whoop of excitement. It was just like the training outside of the temple on Voss, but this was far more wild! In seconds the unit hit the ground and had detached, and began spreading out.

Less than 30 seconds and their frigate was gone and out of sight. A number of fighters streaked by and pulled up, waving their wings as they went to secure the orbit and pave a way for the evacuations.

Stephanie looked up and span around to see the operation in full swing. It was an operations she had never witnessed before from the Silver Jedi, not even from their time on Ossus. This was them leading a liberation, evacuation and aggressive negotiation against the Sith and for the Mirial people. They had brought in all their strength from ground forces to air support and had staged out their plan for maximum effect.

The Force wasn’t going to decide who was the victor today; the honesty and bravery of the souls fighting against the Dark Side would.

The Rangers moved out into two directions - left and right - and Stephanie converged with the unit on the right behind her Ranger friend. Blaster rifles were trained ahead and the Jedi leading the units walked with confidence.

”If we work our way in, we peel off and take any citizen we can back to the evac point and get them to safety. Then, we bring in the bigger ships and get them out to safety and push the Sith right out of the system.”

A determination was in her voice and a burning fire in her eyes. The smell of death seemed to surround them, and beyond the noises of the fighters, it seemed like something un-natural was calling out. Enough to chill soldiers to their bones. But not these soldiers.

”Sounds good to me, ma’am. I love it when a plan comes together.”

Stephanie smirked, nodded and slipped the shield around to her left arm and held it before her, walking through the outskirts of the city towards the capital building, ready to liberate and fight back.

 

[Armand Temi]

Location: Meeting up with the resistance
Allies: SJO, [member="Liuna Ondizi"] [member="Cardinam"] [member="Kaiza Pawaro"] [member="Cassius Droma"] [member="Lara Fairfax"] [member="Kal Visna"] [member="Stephanie Swail"]
Enemies: Whoever wants to play

Europa tied her long platinum braids up into a topknot that she knew she would need to wrangle to fit into the helmet of her armor. Donning her black leather shooting gloves, smoothing the fingers, she said a curt goodbye in Mirialan to the underground safe house where a small contingency of Mirialan rebels - the real rebels - had been hiding, though none of them knew exactly what had transpired above ground, only that the resistance fighters of the group would meet up with the Silver Jedi at a rendezvous point.

They were foreigners to her, but after the Primeval had invaded Mirial, suppressed and subjugated the population and nearly eradicated her race, she would fully embrace the unknown compared to what had transpired over the last few years on her home world. The Sith occupation was the last straw, and Europa was now willing to die for the cause.

With a tearful goodbye, she’d left her family who were also in the small underground bunker. “I promise to bring you liberation." Her mother sobbed, yet her father clasped her shoulder with pride. To be honest, up until now Europa had been aimless, idle, prone to staying out late, indulging in spice. This new wave of resistance gave her a purpose beyond getting karked up and sleeping around.

Blinking away her tears so she would not need to remove her helmet, the Mirailan pilot climbed up a long metal ladder until she reached the hatch and then she slipped out of it and into a deserted alleyway of the capital city.

She would not be alone for long as she heard crowds on either side of her, and as she came out onto a wider thruway, only half lit in the darkness as some of the glowlamps had been disabled or even shot out by blasters, the teeming groups of Mirialans were either trying to get in before the curfew or taking up arms. Walking quickly, she finally knew she was in the right place when she heard the stealth frigate lift back off the surface with a quiet hum. Rounding the corner, there were her new allies, and she gave them a rebel call-sign so that they would know she was not the enemy.

 

[Venthis Zambrano]

Eol Sha,
en route to Mirial.

Again the light flickered. The darkness crept over what remained of the ever-dying band of lightsiders that had 'protected' the galaxy for thousands of years... though the 'protectors' would wage war on a civilian planet?

Venthis sat aboard a frigate, headed towards the location in which the battle would occur. The Jedi came to retaliate against the attacks in the past against them. Though, last time the two factions met in a battlefield, one seemed to lose - drastically. Yet, Venthis would still give it his all. He had brought a small army along with him, from Eol Sha. They loaded up in the frigate he was aboard, ready to fight for Mirial. Though they were used to warmer temperatures, they would fight till their last breath. Which was commendable.

The ship was darting through hyperspace, the surrounding space flinging past them in the cockpit. The admiral would raise his voice, "Sir, how large are the enemy forces?" He asked. Venthis smirked for some time, before waggling his finger at him. "Now, now, Admiral. Don't you worry, they will bring everything they've got." He stated, leaving a pause. "They have a lot of resources, but not as much as The Sith Empire." With that, the rest of the crew would raise their voices cheering for a moment. The newly-appointed Sith Knight would leave the room marching through the hallways to his quarters.

 

[Dante Sotari]

Location: Mirial, Northern Reaches
Allies: ​[member="Morgan Vance"], TSE
Enemies: ​Local Separatists

If it was possible to hear eyes rolling, the sound in the cab would have been deafening.

Since it was not however, everything was quiet and the expression on her face was easy to miss while he was focusing on driving.

She'd been leaning over to send a message out when everything suddenly died. No hum from the motor, no light on the comm dash, no warm air blowing out of the vents.

"Back up back up!"

"I can't," he responded, that reasonable tone even more annoying than usual.

A beat and then-

"Mawkarkingdamnit."

The pair piled out of the vehicle, looking over it. With a grimace, Dante pulled out the blaster carbine. Dead dead dead.

Damn it.

Opening the back door, she leaned in, rear end sticking out of the vehicle while she fished around.

"Got a pair of slug throwers," she grunted. "Always have 'em as back up, but I almost never hafta use them. What do you think? We'd have noticed an actual EMP-" She paused, tossing a sack out the back behind her and into the snow. "Nope, not this, this is nothing more than a paper weight right now. Ah yes, here we can use this-"

Another weatherproof bag came flying out over her shoulder.

 

[Kenth Typho]

Location: Mirial
Allies: [member="Dante Sotari"] | Sith Empire
Enemies: Local Separatists.

He wasn't paying attention to her once they got out of the truck.

His attention was squarely internally as Morgan tried to figure out what was wrong... with him. Right after the truck stopped working he seemed to get slower or less focused, it was strange. There was a mild pain developing just underneath beyond his eyes, dull, insistent, like a migraine but without the sensitivity of the eyes added to the mix.

"Good thinking." Morgan mumbled, fingers squeezing the bridge of his nose and trying to push back the nausea. It felt like his body was slowly turning inside out.

He crouched down to grab the one bag that they could use and almost threw up there and then.

Force of will kept it all in and as he was down on one knee, softly rummaging through the bag, the feeling was slowly subsiding. Rifle was slung over his back, besides that they had the usual- waterproof tent, other survival-geared equipment. Vance pushed himself up, breathing in and out, the cold causing breath to distill into a little cloud.

"Walking back would take us too long, we are about fifteen minutes away from the installation." They could see it from here, the jagged edges on the horizon.

It would be dangerous.

No back-up at all, but what else was there to do?

 

[RC 212]

Location: Mirial- The Capitol Building
Objective: Cause hell
Gear: Katarn Armor, Twin Verpine Shatter Guns, LJ-50 concussion Rifle, Sawed off Shotgun W/Cortosis shells, Jetpack, DC-17 W all attachments handy. One tub of peanut butter, one tub of jelly, one loaf of bread. Force Breaker Grenades, A lot

Oh and a Rancor....

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It was not often he came out of retirement, but this? This was a special occasion indeed. He was strapped in with every ounce of force killer gear he could muster in his ruck or attached to his frame. As he chewed on a peanut butter and jelly sandwich RC's old face smirked, deepening the scars of over a hundred battles.

"212, prepare to drop."

"Jeez, what am I supposed to be all shaking now? Fraking Rookies."

The peanut butter and jelly sandwich was gone, and he licked his fingers, just as the pod disengaged from it's carrier sending him hurtling down into the atmosphere. But this one was a special pod. RC had overseen a few quick adjustments, stripping down extra weight and armor for speed. And the addition of a secondary cargo pod. A big cargo pod.

And it sped, plunging through the atmosphere at terminal velocity within seconds. Alarms blared as RC sat calm, making another peanut butter sandwich.

He was halfway through chewing his first bite when it smashed into the top of the Capitol building, liker a JDAM missile. Roof plaster crumbled, pieces of steel scattered in all directions as it sank like a cannon ball through a quarter deck.

Explosive bolts popped, releasing the door from the frame and he kicked, snapping free of his harness with a deft twist. RC rolled out into the smoke, glancing both ways. He was down on one knee, in the top level of the building. He reached up with his left hand and pulled a lever on the side of the pod, releasing the door.

So a huge fething Rancor with Starship armor plates mounted on it could trundle out. RC grinned, and gave him curt little nod as it roared, rumbling the very building.

"Ok ok, calm down little buddy."

He tossed the sandwich into the salivating maw of the creature, and it drooled as the peanut butter stuck to the roof of its mouth. RC brought his commlink up,

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"RC 212, In. Waiting for the Cavalry. Establishing beach head now." [member="Valkren Calderon"]​

Then he nodded again and slammed his helmet on, locking the seals with a hiss. The visor began to glow an ominous blue. RC reached up and mounted the Rancor with a jump and tug on the reins. It grumbled, still trying to lick the roof of its own mouth as his eyes scanned the tactical feeds on the inside of his visor.

With a hand on the reins and one hand on his Verpine Shatter Gun he grumbled along with the creature.

"Yeah yeah. I hate Empires buddy. Served half a dozen of em. Shadow empire, Sith, Imperials they're all the same. Too many edge lords and dark lords of this and that. But not today little pal. Let's go kill some Sith eh? Topple some empires."

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*RAAAAAWWWRRRRRR*​

RC roared.

"Oya!"

The Mandoa word spurred the Rancor into a furious frenzy and he leaned low against the neck as it crashed through the wall of the room, obliterating it, and into the main hallways. He grinned.

This was about to be fun.

 

[Kaalia Pavanos]

Location: Capitol building, Mirial
Objective: Ensure citizens' safety, then meet with Darth Carnifex
Allies: TSE and its allies | @Aria Vale, [member="Vaylin"], [member="Darth Carnifex"], [member="Lord Depravious"], [member="Lyra Naerys"], [member="Sal Zambrano"], [member="Greta Kohler"]
Enemies: SJO and its allies | [member="Jairdain"]
Gear: Mirari, Cruentis Cor, Valkyries founders' armor

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While the Valkyries' forces were not of great size, it was not their numbers that made them. Those brought in had been deemed worthy by those who had judged them, an assessment that was only rarely made. The goal of the Valkyries did not require sheer numbers- accuracy was more important. Bring those blinded by the Light into the truth of the Dark side, a great purpose that required precision. It was the reason their growth was not measured well by its members, but by its results.

Their objective on Mirial was far from their normal duty, however. Protecting the innocent was a different thing entirely, but it was noble nontheless. Quickly, small groups headed out to sweep the capitol's perimiters as Darth Avacyn directed them, although she herself would not be joining them. There was much left to do.

"All teams have been sent out, lady Avacyn."

The redhead turned to her second-in-command and gave her a curt nod. It was expected to have taken longer, but it was a pleasant surprise to see how quickly it was done. "Very well. I will leave you to oversee the operation now, it is time for me to meet with the Dark Lord."

"Understood."

With that, Kaalia turned on her heel and paced off to her meeting. He would without doubt have many looking to speak with him, but he hoped it would not delay things too much. As she mused however the nagging feeling that had cropped up after landing on the planet returned, and it seemed to be getting stronger with every second that passed. There was most definitely something off, and it would not take long until the reason why would show itself. Of that she was certain.

The walk to the their meeting place did not take long, and when she arrived her suspicions were confirmed. There were indeed a number of people other than Aria and Vaylin in Darth Carnifex' presence, although it seemed it would not be of any bother. As Avacyn approached she gave the Dark Lord a slight bow of her head out of respect before speaking. "Apologies for my delay. I wanted to be sure the Valkyrie forces were deployed properly." She then turned to take in the faces she had not seen before, giving them all a small nod as her gaze passed by them.

The Force then screamed out at her, once more telling the woman something was very, very wrong. It put her on edge, causing her to look around the room to see what it could've been. "This isn't right. There's something amiss." Almost as if on queue her comm started beeping, the voice of the woman left in charge of overseeing the Valkyrie forces coming through it.

"Lady Avacyn. Drop pods have been sighted. Mirial is under attack."

The redhead's eyes flared up immediately, the unexpected news being far from good news. "Reassemble the forces. This is a battlefield like every other now, but judgment has already been passed. None are worthy."

Without waiting for an answer Avacyn closed the comm and turned back to Darth Carnifex. "It seems our meeting is going to have to be delayed." Those words were immediately given more weight as an ear-deafening noise filled the room, accompanied by heavy shaking. "What in the bloody kark..." Her graceful demeanor and choice of words were replaced by anger, her entire posture shifting into battle-readiness. "May our enemies pay for their actions with their blood."

 

[Ignatius]

Location: En Route to Death Cult
Objective: Aid (3) Blind mice. And to not step on them.
Allies: Directly - [member="Tabigarashu Madara"], [member="Emile Kaiden"], [member="Cle-Var-Ri"], Communication - [member="Darth Saarai"],
Gear: Clothing, Twin Daggers,

I hated technology. My fingers were trying to manipulate this... this... thing. What was it. A little square that could fit in your pocket. Call people. Receive messages? Something pad? I didn't care for it. I was attempting to open it up and finally got it. Reading the message on the screen, it took a moment to decrypt, but after reading it, I got the idea pretty well. We had allies within this Death Cult that had sprung up, and they were not in any good situation to be in. I was also given the operatives name, and identity. Well, as much as I was allowed so I could tell one person from another.

A rodent creature huh? Interesting. And there were multiple of them that were infiltrating this "encampment" of theirs. Looks like I will just have to do some of my own sneaking around to get in. Though, with a few other people who were told to come, I wasn't sure how they thought they would be getting in. I wasn't keen on working with any one else. Should they come, I'll deal with what I am given. Adjusting the straps at the nape of my neck, I walked out of the little hotel we were in. I stayed here for a moment as I had been helping citizens stay indoors, and down in their basements. We were too far within enemy territory to evac them out. So, I opted for the next best thing.

Walking out of the hotel, I was walking out of the door when I stopped and took a step back. A second later, two soldiers literally scrounging over one another. Reaching down, I grabbed the soldier that was not wearing our colors. Picked him up with my physical strength, and then tossed him to the side. The same hand opened up, then clamped down. The very street beneath him opened up, and swallowed him whole. The other soldier looked at me in utter surprise. I brought a long-nailed finger up to my lips in a hush motion, and walked away.

I gingerly made my way down the street. Almost giggling at the idea that I will be infiltrating a Death Cult, when i myself am a Priestess of Death itself. Oh the fun I will finally have after fifty years of living in the shadows.